The dark purity of the power inside of Kagome was like a spider crawling along the beating ache of her young heart, small and deadly—and all it would take was one bite to ruin everything.
Fuiasu knew this, knew that if both children were not stopped soon—there would be no coming back from this fight. But she knew too that there was more, that this was something that must worked out between them, that both must learn the fatal necessity of the strict control that would rule the rest of their lives.
And so she watched as the children circled each other, each bruised and bleeding, each sparking with venom and deadly intent.
Beside her, Toga warred between pride and nerve. Sesshoumaru was coming into puberty, his power manifesting in the first deadly appearance of his inner beast. Kagome was reacting on instinct, her base purity shifting to something more deadly to level the playing field. If they weren't stopped soon, one of his children would not leave this room.
And so he warred between pride and nerve. Pride, because his son was coming into the considerable well of his own powers, powers that would one day be something to reckon with. Nerve, because he ached to step between them and knock some sense into both of their stubborn, beautiful heads.
But Fuiasu's grip on his wrist was iron, and so he waited. And he watched as she watched.
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