Now that he had her in his home, he felt as if he waited a hundred years for her. He waited an hour to get her here, an hour for her to bathe and now a hour for her to get dresses. He would wait no more, Sesshomaru made is way down the hall and turn quickly to her door and slung it open.

He walked in just as the old woman maid swept an old dagger across the back of Kagome head.

He watched has her long hair swilty fell to the floor, it had been a clean cut.