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Chap: fireflies?
The hanyou couldn't help it. He turned back from his position on the branch and looked back toward the camp. There was some kind of light coming from the ground. Or more specifically, from Kagome. Night had fallen fully with overcast skies that promised rain within a day or so, and they had already banked the fire hours ago. His sensitive eyes had picked it up almost immediately, and it had actually prevented him from catching even five fricken' minutes of sleep.
Inuyasha frowned down at the sleeping miko from his tree. What was that weird light? Was she casting some sort of spell? It was almost completely dark in the camp, except for Kagome's hands. One rested by her open spell book. (Math? Or was it that Bie-oli-gi crap again?) The other rested on a snoring Shippou's head.
And the tips of her fingers were glowing. Was it fireflies? It looked like the same type of pale green light, but it never flickered. The boy glanced at the others, checking their sleep. Both Sango and Miroku were out like a light, as Kagome would say. He jumped down from his current branch without a sound and walked over to where she lay. He crouched down carefully so his scent wouldn't wake Shippou, and just stared at her hands. Warily, he reached out a hesitant finger and touched the end of her nail. It seemed to glow most strongly there. When nothing happened, he bent down to sniff it. Yeach! It smelled like that alcohol stuff she'd used on his cuts a few times. He shuddered at the memory. Brr. Nasty stuff.
Inuyasha touched her fingernails again. There was no heat except for her own, so it wasn't fire. And he couldn't sense any energy either, faint or otherwise. So it wasn't magic. So what the hell was going on?!
He was weirded out enough to seriously consider something drastic, something his pride absolutely hated.
He was going to have to ask the monk.
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please review!!
Chap: fireflies?
The hanyou couldn't help it. He turned back from his position on the branch and looked back toward the camp. There was some kind of light coming from the ground. Or more specifically, from Kagome. Night had fallen fully with overcast skies that promised rain within a day or so, and they had already banked the fire hours ago. His sensitive eyes had picked it up almost immediately, and it had actually prevented him from catching even five fricken' minutes of sleep.
Inuyasha frowned down at the sleeping miko from his tree. What was that weird light? Was she casting some sort of spell? It was almost completely dark in the camp, except for Kagome's hands. One rested by her open spell book. (Math? Or was it that Bie-oli-gi crap again?) The other rested on a snoring Shippou's head.
And the tips of her fingers were glowing. Was it fireflies? It looked like the same type of pale green light, but it never flickered. The boy glanced at the others, checking their sleep. Both Sango and Miroku were out like a light, as Kagome would say. He jumped down from his current branch without a sound and walked over to where she lay. He crouched down carefully so his scent wouldn't wake Shippou, and just stared at her hands. Warily, he reached out a hesitant finger and touched the end of her nail. It seemed to glow most strongly there. When nothing happened, he bent down to sniff it. Yeach! It smelled like that alcohol stuff she'd used on his cuts a few times. He shuddered at the memory. Brr. Nasty stuff.
Inuyasha touched her fingernails again. There was no heat except for her own, so it wasn't fire. And he couldn't sense any energy either, faint or otherwise. So it wasn't magic. So what the hell was going on?!
He was weirded out enough to seriously consider something drastic, something his pride absolutely hated.
He was going to have to ask the monk.
***&&&^^^
please review!!