Loose

Surprised and more than a little wary, Kagome looked across from her. The hands were pale and small, but long fingered and clawed. And damn if those claws didn't look pointy! A pale purple stripe wrapped around delicate wrists and the rest was covered by dark, thick fabric. Finally looking at the woman's face, Kagome could do naught but stare.

Stunned by the mere beauty of the other woman, the miko wondered if maybe it was just youkai genes that allowed them to look so utterly amazingly glamorous. Perfect skin, perfect, perfect hair, wonderful eyes! And the spitting image of her son.

"Powerful you may be," came a silky voice as the demoness met Kagome's eyes, "but if you continue to leave your mouth open, this one will begin to wonder what amount of intelligence you might pass on to my grandchild, if any."

Abruptly, Kagome stood, her chair screeching against the concrete as she bowed. "My apologies, Tashio-san! I am Kag-

"I know who you are. You are the….loose woman, who has brought my son low."

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