- 57. Sailor what -

Kagome was speechless.

If she had doubts then about what she saw down at the bottom of the well, there was no denying it now. There he stood, his facial and wrist markings visible for the entire world to see. The fluffy boa, in all its voluminous glory, was coiled like a lasso around his right shoulder, and trailed down to his calf. His nails were not nails but elongated claws that were more than capable of slicing through skin. His striped wrist bore no evidence of being charred from that strange light source earlier on.

"It is rude to stare."

"Shut up, Sailor Moon." She sputtered. " I'm trying to think here!"