'So Kikyo is dead, then.' Murmured Kaede, leaning her head against her can
for a moment. She sat with the others in her hut, as they ate Ramen that
Kagome had bought with her. Inu Yasha and the others nodded quietly.
Kaede sighed, shifting to find a more comfortable position.
'Ye did well. I suppose ye think that it is odd that I should say that. Only remember this- the Kikyo whom you killed was not my sister. My sister's spirit resides now with ye, Kagome. She whom you fought back in the forest; she was only a likeness of my sister's body, filled up with malice and lust for revenge.' Kaede closed her eyes, finished. Miroku cleared his throat.
'We, ah, burned the body, and have brought the ashes for you to bury with the rest.' He said, unusually quiet and reverent. Kagome stood and went to the door, bringing the urn of rough stream-mud filled with the ashes. They had stayed in the clearing for about a week, burning the body and being sure to scour the ground for any of the remaining ash, to prevent another witch bringing Kikyo back again. During that time they had also made the small urn, drying it in the fire. Already Inu Yasha had healed from the battle, and Kagome had only small bruises left. The one indication of what had happened was Inu Yasha's new affection for Kagome. He was no longer quite so shy about showing it, and if he wasn't completely reformed, well, he wasn't pretending to hate her either. And Sango was trying to keep Miroku to leave them alone about it- again, only with partial success, but better than usual.
Kagome carried the urn over to Kaede, who gently took it and placed it on the ground before her. Despite her brave words, her lips still quivered, and tears formed in her eyes, thinking of her beloved sister. Kagome retreated back to her bowl of Ramen, sitting beside Inu Yasha, who wrapped his arm gently around her. The group sat in silence, pretending interest in their food, but barely touching it. Each was filled with their own thoughts, and did not even notice when another entered the small hut. Inu Yasha was the first to sense him. He looked up, sniffing (and ears twitching, of course) to see a cloaked figure standing in the doorway. The newcomer's hood shadowed his face, but a small smile was visible in the visible portion. Inu Yasha sniffed again and frowned, quirking his head.
'Kagome, isn't that your-'
The figure reached up and pulled back the hood.
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Hey everyone I know that this one's short but I already have the next chapter ready hold on there :-) THANK YOU ALL FOR THOSE WONDERFUL REVIEWS!!!! WOW! I came back from Thanksgiving and found about 18 reviews waiting for me- I think that that's a resounding 'yes keep writing'. . . Thank you again! Read the next chapter
'Ye did well. I suppose ye think that it is odd that I should say that. Only remember this- the Kikyo whom you killed was not my sister. My sister's spirit resides now with ye, Kagome. She whom you fought back in the forest; she was only a likeness of my sister's body, filled up with malice and lust for revenge.' Kaede closed her eyes, finished. Miroku cleared his throat.
'We, ah, burned the body, and have brought the ashes for you to bury with the rest.' He said, unusually quiet and reverent. Kagome stood and went to the door, bringing the urn of rough stream-mud filled with the ashes. They had stayed in the clearing for about a week, burning the body and being sure to scour the ground for any of the remaining ash, to prevent another witch bringing Kikyo back again. During that time they had also made the small urn, drying it in the fire. Already Inu Yasha had healed from the battle, and Kagome had only small bruises left. The one indication of what had happened was Inu Yasha's new affection for Kagome. He was no longer quite so shy about showing it, and if he wasn't completely reformed, well, he wasn't pretending to hate her either. And Sango was trying to keep Miroku to leave them alone about it- again, only with partial success, but better than usual.
Kagome carried the urn over to Kaede, who gently took it and placed it on the ground before her. Despite her brave words, her lips still quivered, and tears formed in her eyes, thinking of her beloved sister. Kagome retreated back to her bowl of Ramen, sitting beside Inu Yasha, who wrapped his arm gently around her. The group sat in silence, pretending interest in their food, but barely touching it. Each was filled with their own thoughts, and did not even notice when another entered the small hut. Inu Yasha was the first to sense him. He looked up, sniffing (and ears twitching, of course) to see a cloaked figure standing in the doorway. The newcomer's hood shadowed his face, but a small smile was visible in the visible portion. Inu Yasha sniffed again and frowned, quirking his head.
'Kagome, isn't that your-'
The figure reached up and pulled back the hood.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hey everyone I know that this one's short but I already have the next chapter ready hold on there :-) THANK YOU ALL FOR THOSE WONDERFUL REVIEWS!!!! WOW! I came back from Thanksgiving and found about 18 reviews waiting for me- I think that that's a resounding 'yes keep writing'. . . Thank you again! Read the next chapter