A horrible, horrible screeching sound echoed around through the house and froze Kagome in her tracks as fear tried to bite at the back of her mind. She closed her eyes, knowing the sound, hating it, fearing it like she feared only one other person. She felt nauseous, light headed suddenly. She should have known he would have something to do with this. She should have known.
The sound of something moving fast and low to the ground jerked her out of the fear and she moved without thought, bringing the thin sword across in a defensive slash as a spider the size of a bicycle came flying at her, its beady red eyes dancing manically. Its death cry filled the house, prompted more cries from its brethren as she kept moving back towards the door, only to stop as she bumped into something solid and warm.
"Poor, poor Kagome," he crooned, setting his hands on her shoulders and leaning down to whisper into her ear. His breath was wet against the sensitive skin, uncomfortable and sickeningly sweet. "Didn't I tell you to never leave my side?"
"Jirōbō," she breathed, voice hoarse as the house went silent, still. Her grip on the sword tightened and she wanted nothing more than to turn and slide that metal through skin and bone to meet his heart. But his hands on her shoulders stilled her and her mind was suddenly numb, empty of everything but the knowledge that he was there, touching her and she was alone.
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