CHAPTER 11: To The Deserving
Her face became covered with anger and her heart even colder because of hate not that she was dead. She clenched her fists at her side. 'Why? Always for her. The both of them.' Kikyo grined her teeth together slowly. Sill thinking, 'I am the reason he can not be sented out by Inuyasha.' She thaught with a nasty tone. 'And even to see me drained of my streangth he still seems infatuated with her instead of helping me. I know it.' Her eyes became glossy as they slowly drooped closed.
"It will all be over soon. More power than you have ever imagine. More men than you can handle. And that soul of yours will belong to you, not her." Kagura's voice was but a whisper in Kikyo's ear. A tainted hand lay apon her sholder reasuring her. A slow wicked smile crept over her face. 'What is wrong with me?' She quickened her step lightly walking back to camp. 'I am Kagome Higurashi.' She told herself silently. 'I am from modern day Japan. I have a brother, a mother, a grandfather, best friends, a boyfriend....' She trailed off of her thaughts. 'A boyfriend.' She said to herself. Looking up she saw the flickering fire spreading light so far. There lay Miroku,
Songo, Shippo, Kilala, "Inuyasha." She whipsered at him, his amber eyes were magnificent. She turned her head quickly trying not to fall into his entrancing gaze. Swiftly she walked around the dying fire, setting herself next to Inuyasha. With just a smile she layed her head on her arms and closed her eyes. 'What's going on?' She closed her eyes even tighter trying to seem as she were sleeping. "Kagome." His words were tender so that she could barely here him. She acted as if nothing was happening. "Good night." His hands brushed through her hair gently. He looked down at her reaction. She seemed motionless. The wind blew and Inuyasha took in a deep breath reasuring himself nothing was around them. 'What is....' His eyes looked puzzled around at the area. 'Nothing.'