Seventy-Six.

Kagome threw her hands up.

"And how were we supposed to travel in the dark – a miko, a dragon and two body-swapped demons who are barely holding themselves together?" She blurted out, stress and fright making her careless with words. "If Jaken-sama isn't awake by sunrise tomorrow, I will zap some reiki into him and make him. Happy?"

Considering Sesshoumaru-sama's icy glare, he was far from happy; however, beggars can't be choosers, so he nodded.

She took a deep breath, praying for calmness.

"Now, if it's not too much trouble, would you mind telling me what the hell was that?"

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(100 words.)