Twenty-Four.

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Sesshoumaru was growing impatient. The miko was insufferable!

Did she have any idea of how much pride had cost him to come to her, his brother's wench, for help?

Did she think that it had been easy, realizing that he would need someone else's aid to solve his dilemma?

He wished for his body back – more importantly, he wished for the comfort and the security that his true form was able to give him.

Right now, he felt useless like a newborn pup – without his youki, there was nothing much that he could do.

His fate resided in her hands.

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(100 words.)