Little bit of a cliffhanger here guys, hope you don't mind too much. ;)
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Chapter 55 – Premonition
Waking with a start, it took a few minutes for Kagome to calm down from her dream – no nightmare. Carefully extracting herself from her pile of children, she grabbed her weapons before heading to a nearby pond. Roughly landing on its banks, she grabbed a handful of water and splashed it on her heated face. Taking a moment, she simply stayed there by the pond, hoping to bring down her heart rate and get her thoughts in order before facing the inquisitive taiyoukai behind her.
He was getting worried, she knew. Not that he would express this out loud, it was simply not his way. But she was worried too. This dream was happening too frequently for her liking, and it was so vivid. She was beginning to believe it was more than just a nightmare… It was a premonition.
It was the same one she'd had not long after Sesshomaru had joined their group, and at the time she'd welcomed it since it was a change from her usual nightmares. But now… Now she wasn't so sure. There was an urgency behind it now, happening every night. She knew it was a warning, that she needed to prepare for it and try and stop it.
But how does one avoid something like this? Can one really avoid their own death?
Staring at her reflection, she urged herself to feel something. Anything. But no matter the amount of mental clawing she did, there was never any feeling other than quiet acceptance. She knew she was going to die, and there was no way to stop it. Now she needed to try and convey this to Sesshomaru.
Fear blossomed in her gut at this thought, and she felt Sesshomaru's aura fan out, trying to find the source of her uneasiness. If only he knew it was something inside of her, or perhaps the future itself that she feared.
"Miko, what is it you fear?"
There was concern in his voice. An inflection that she had only come to notice in the past few weeks. Though he didn't necessarily show emotions, they were there, if one only looked hard enough. She was one of the lucky few to have looked that deeply and lived to tell about it.
"Miko!" His more urgent tone startled her from her inner musings.
"Sesshomaru, I…" Her voice cracked, and tears she hadn't known she'd been holding back sprang forth. Turning to meet his gaze, she allowed her eyes to speak for her.
She was uncertain and afraid. Not necessarily of her own death, but of what would happen after she was gone. What would become of the jewel? And more importantly, what would become of her friends?
She wasn't afraid of death, no. She was afraid of leaving life behind.
