Her head fell to the side, body limp as ever.
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She felt a tremor course through her body before she stopped in her tracks to watch the lone figures standing beside the flag pole. The female's head lifted, and Kagome blinked. It was her reflection, and yet it wasn't. There was a subtle hint of weariness in this girl's dark eyes, a bit of malice lurking in the twitch of her crimson lips. The male had his face turned to the ground, silver hair glossy and thick as it reached past his waist. Something was missing though...as if he should be wearing a baseball cap, or bunny ears...
...or dog ears. Kagome bit her lip and drew blood, blood she could taste. "She's here. Does that mean that she's sleeping, or is she dying? The curse could've taken effect. There might be no hope for her now. Ah. He's getting restless. Worried, possibly. How could she make him worry so."
"Waking up would be a good idea, now, for that little girl. See, she looks so confused. Lost. Like a lamb. Wolves eat lambs...coyotes. She is prey without him to help her." The words were said softly, like a lullaby that made her woozy with a sickness that she shouldn't feel. The fever thickened. She must be sick or something...
"If she wants out of this, she must save herself." The male finally spoke. It wasn't familiar, the voice, although it was a comfort when it broke the woman's rant. /"She's cursing you, you know. The sleep will subside when you break your mirror. Otherwise you will be trapped. Forever sleeping, like that American Sleeping Beauty that is just so popular. Your spinning wheel was that well, and when you began the quest it pricked your finger. Only now has this poison taken effect..."/
The man was not Inuyasha. It was the child, the child who had so distinctly told her her faults and laughed at her displeasure. "Break the mirror. I don't exactly like this woman. And you remind me of her." The 'her' was someone this Onigumo failed to speculate on.
"What mirror?"
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"...mirror."
The word was a whisper. Like a sigh, but still a word, before her lips closed once more.
Her face .. seemed red.
"...mirror."
The voice drifted to his alert ears as his half shut eyes blinked open. His fading hope that she still did not hear him was sparked again when the voice he knew, came from her. He again shook her though more cautious now. "Kagome!" His tried to calm his voice and did quite well at it, though a rushed tone was still noticable.
Her face.. He noted again. Should it be as red as she looked then? He reached out a hand to touch her cheek, only to feel the burn that seemed to engulf her into whichever world she drifted into.
He blinked, what was he supposed to do? His naive nature protruding, as his nose twitched and took in her scent.. At least now he was sure this was Kagome.
"Gah." He quickly jumped to his feet and looked around the hut. He barely knows anything about getting sick and less of how to treat one who was bore down with a disease.
--
She felt a tremor course through her body before she stopped in her tracks to watch the lone figures standing beside the flag pole. The female's head lifted, and Kagome blinked. It was her reflection, and yet it wasn't. There was a subtle hint of weariness in this girl's dark eyes, a bit of malice lurking in the twitch of her crimson lips. The male had his face turned to the ground, silver hair glossy and thick as it reached past his waist. Something was missing though...as if he should be wearing a baseball cap, or bunny ears...
...or dog ears. Kagome bit her lip and drew blood, blood she could taste. "She's here. Does that mean that she's sleeping, or is she dying? The curse could've taken effect. There might be no hope for her now. Ah. He's getting restless. Worried, possibly. How could she make him worry so."
"Waking up would be a good idea, now, for that little girl. See, she looks so confused. Lost. Like a lamb. Wolves eat lambs...coyotes. She is prey without him to help her." The words were said softly, like a lullaby that made her woozy with a sickness that she shouldn't feel. The fever thickened. She must be sick or something...
"If she wants out of this, she must save herself." The male finally spoke. It wasn't familiar, the voice, although it was a comfort when it broke the woman's rant. /"She's cursing you, you know. The sleep will subside when you break your mirror. Otherwise you will be trapped. Forever sleeping, like that American Sleeping Beauty that is just so popular. Your spinning wheel was that well, and when you began the quest it pricked your finger. Only now has this poison taken effect..."/
The man was not Inuyasha. It was the child, the child who had so distinctly told her her faults and laughed at her displeasure. "Break the mirror. I don't exactly like this woman. And you remind me of her." The 'her' was someone this Onigumo failed to speculate on.
"What mirror?"
--
"...mirror."
The word was a whisper. Like a sigh, but still a word, before her lips closed once more.
Her face .. seemed red.
"...mirror."
The voice drifted to his alert ears as his half shut eyes blinked open. His fading hope that she still did not hear him was sparked again when the voice he knew, came from her. He again shook her though more cautious now. "Kagome!" His tried to calm his voice and did quite well at it, though a rushed tone was still noticable.
Her face.. He noted again. Should it be as red as she looked then? He reached out a hand to touch her cheek, only to feel the burn that seemed to engulf her into whichever world she drifted into.
He blinked, what was he supposed to do? His naive nature protruding, as his nose twitched and took in her scent.. At least now he was sure this was Kagome.
"Gah." He quickly jumped to his feet and looked around the hut. He barely knows anything about getting sick and less of how to treat one who was bore down with a disease.