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p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Rolling her eyes, Kagome picked up her Sudoku book and food container and hurried inside, muttering about crazy, senile youkai. But there was a bounce in her step she wasn't aware of, a spark in her eyes and a spike in her attitude. If her family or friends had seen her then, they surely would have stared in happy surprise./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"As the girl went inside, Fuiasu let the smile drop and moved back to the table to collect her purse. It was not as hard as she had thought it would be, to become close to the girl./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"True to her word, she had read the file Sesshoumaru had complied on her and she had wondered if with all her strength, the miko's tragic past had ruined her. Fuiasu had come expecting to find a girl with slumped shoulders that jumped at shadows. She had seen many women in her time that had been abused and tortured, told they were worthless. And most times, she had helped, where it was possible, where it was accepted./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"And she knew personally the kind of terror and self-doubt that came from that kind of abuse. So to see the girl not quite slouching but not quite standing tall either had been somewhat of a surprise. Granted, at least a year had passed since the child had managed to escape and some change was expected, but she had not expected the miko to fight back./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"So she had come with her plans, with her lessons, with her shoulder. Fuiasu may not have liked the fact that her son had impregnated a human and a miko, of all people, but it was out of her hands. Now she could make sure the girl was presentable, and strong and confident and every other skill a mother to the heir of the West must be. /p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"o.O.o/p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Word Count: 308/p
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p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Rolling her eyes, Kagome picked up her Sudoku book and food container and hurried inside, muttering about crazy, senile youkai. But there was a bounce in her step she wasn't aware of, a spark in her eyes and a spike in her attitude. If her family or friends had seen her then, they surely would have stared in happy surprise./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"As the girl went inside, Fuiasu let the smile drop and moved back to the table to collect her purse. It was not as hard as she had thought it would be, to become close to the girl./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"True to her word, she had read the file Sesshoumaru had complied on her and she had wondered if with all her strength, the miko's tragic past had ruined her. Fuiasu had come expecting to find a girl with slumped shoulders that jumped at shadows. She had seen many women in her time that had been abused and tortured, told they were worthless. And most times, she had helped, where it was possible, where it was accepted./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"And she knew personally the kind of terror and self-doubt that came from that kind of abuse. So to see the girl not quite slouching but not quite standing tall either had been somewhat of a surprise. Granted, at least a year had passed since the child had managed to escape and some change was expected, but she had not expected the miko to fight back./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"So she had come with her plans, with her lessons, with her shoulder. Fuiasu may not have liked the fact that her son had impregnated a human and a miko, of all people, but it was out of her hands. Now she could make sure the girl was presentable, and strong and confident and every other skill a mother to the heir of the West must be. /p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"o.O.o/p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Word Count: 308/p
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