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Midori couldn't be mad at them for having fun, right?
The words became a taunting uproar in the back of Kagome's head. Sure enough, her aunt had returned to the shop with sweet old Kaede at her arm and what does she see? Two children coated in flour screaming at the top of their lungs. She had never seen Midori so red from rage and/or embarrassment.
Inuyasha was quick to flee the scene.
-oOo-
"Sweet child, has your dear aunt spoken to you about the festival yet?" Kaede asked as she scrubbed the last of the mess away from Kagome's clothes. She had been kind enough to take her back home to get cleaned up.
Indoor plumbing wasn't something the old woman owned, so a small wooden barrel and a half shower at the back of her house was what ended up being provided. Kagome wouldn't complain though.
"Is there anything special to know?" she asked, peeking over the wooden walls edge. At her chin sat a beautiful beard made out of soap.
Kaede giggled like a little girl.
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