Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed as he walked on. The miko knows more than she ever let on. He thought then something struck him. Maybe she was touched by the Gods. He looked at her with new contemplation. If she were truly Kami-touched, that meant she was the first Kami-miko in hundreds of years. Although they were immortal, they were not undefeatable. He looked forward once more. In fact, three hundred years ago lived the last Kami-miko of the name of Midoriko. She was very powerful and although she had died as he was still a child, his father had known her and fought with her one a few occasions. She had not lived as a true Kami-miko for very long in demon years. Merely ten years. What was surprising was that Midoriko became a true priestess at the tender age of eight. Her powers had been so great by then.
He glanced back at Kagome. She had not been so powerful when she had come here, she was just aware of her powers when she had met InuYasha. Did she know that she was considered like a goddess on earth? He narrowed his eyes slightly in thought. "What are you, exactly?" He asked slowly.
Kagome stopped walking and glanced at him slowly, averting her eyes after a quick moment and blushing. "What do you mean?" She asked meekly, fidgeting.
"You know what I mean, miko." He explained, looking down his nose at her.
She looked on both sides of her and came a little closer to him, as though to be more conspicuous. "I was told that I had been Kami-touched. That I'm the first in hundreds of years." She blinked quickly, willing the tears he could already smell, not to spill. "I'm immortal...Just like Midoriko was." She looked back at him, a sorrowful look in her eyes, as though the weight of the world was on her shoulders. 'In a way, it is.' He thought darkly. "Do you know how a priestess that was touched by the Gods may die?" She asked softly.
Sesshoumaru nodded. "She has to commit the ultimate sacrifice." She paused and considered her a moment. "She has to give her soul for the sake of humanity in order to die. It is said to be a most painful process." He sighed when he saw her hands tremble and clench themselves into fists.
Without a word, she started walking towards the village again.
