Elsewhere in the world, there were a few highly anxious people watching the news, all centered in one home.
Nodoka Higurashi was staring wide eyed at the screen, disbelief at what she was seeing. She had sent her daughter to Manhattan thinking it would help her out of her pain being near the well brought, but felt her heart clench to see the city under attack. Tears of shock, anger, pain, fear and defeat silently ran down her cheeks. To think, she sent her daughter there to be with her father, and after a few months, the fates decided to pull her daughter back into battle.
"It's alright, obaa-chan. Kagome is strong. You made her that way, and Sesshoumaru-sama taught her well, as did Sango-san, Miroku-san and Kaede-obaa-chan. She'll make it through this."
The woman turned towards the kitsune that was sitting next to her, the same one Kagome spoke so often about during her travels to the past. Only now, he was no longer a child, but a grown adult. She had been shocked to see the face Kagome so often described on her doorstep as soon as the news took over the normal programming.
Souta had been unaware in the beginning, but now was huddled into her side while Jii-chan prayed from his own seat.
Remembering Shippo's words, Nodoka nodded her head. There was no denying the strength her daughter had, but it was still unfair after everything Kagome had gone through, and she said so.
Shippo grimaced as he mentally agreed. "...knowing Kagome, she would rather be on the front lines and fight, than sit out and watch the innocent get hurt. She said she learned that from you. That if you follow your heart, and follow it honestly, then one can do no wrong."
"I taught her too well then." Nodoka sniffled, though she perked up when Lord Sesshoumaru returned to the living room.
AN: Sorry for the delayed update, was having issues here on FF.N yesterday. Read, enjoy, and review!