S: Kimera is being a bitch and getting "Writer's Block." so i'm writing this chapter and possibly the next one too.
K: hey!
S: What? You are. Anywayz, let's get to the story...
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Kagome screamed as the claws reached her chest and penetrated through her.
The boy's vicious image dissappeared and she stared at her bloody chest where there was no wound.
She heard a shout, and raced toward the sound.
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Sesshomaru stared at the approaching Hirakotsu. He finally drew Tensuaiga and sliced the weapon in half before he raced at the demon slayer.
"Die." He growled as he went headfirst through her, right into the large boulder behind her. His scrambled mind had enough time to wonder at the slayer's transparency before it went blank and he fell into unconsiousness.
Kagome found Sesshomaru on the ground, blood seeped through the spotless white hair onto the grass.
She picked his head up and examined the small gash in his skull.
She grimaced and half picked up-half-dragged him into the house.
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When he came-to, he was in a soft place. a cool hand was bathing his forehead in warm water.
He opened one golden eye to stare up at the feircely concentrating Kagome. She didn't notice that he was awake, she was too focusd on his forehead and hair.
He tried to sit up, but she pushed him down onto the couch.
"Stop moving, your head is bleeding badly. It's already starting to heal, but it's still pretty bad." she said, dipping the cloth into the water again.
He watched her baby his aching skull. He stared up at her beauty. soft, round face, wide eyes, small nose.
Then his eyes caught sight of the ripped, blood stained tee-shirt. He sniffed slightly and found that it was her own blood that covered her chest.
"You're hurt." He said, running one clawed hand aroung the collar of her teeshirt.
"No, There's no wound." She said, shrugging, wiping tenderly around the ever shrinking cut in his head.
When she allowed him to sit up, the aching in his head was gone.
"You shouldn't sleep for eight hours, you might still have a concussion." She said, taking the medical supplies into the kitchen.
He stared after her. She wasn't even surprised at his demon healing abilities.
She probably helped him to heal though.
He raised a hand to his head where a scar was fading. He pulled away blood. He sniffed at it and found it to be his.
Drawing his eyebrows together, he licked the cooling substance and spit it out feircely.
He heard water running in the distance, then something hit the floor, hard.
He raced into the kitchen to find an unconsious and bleeding Kagome, her arm cut deeply. He searched for the thing dumb enouch to hurt His kagome.
wait...HIS Kagome?
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S: Yup! Cliffhanger again!
K: Great....(note scarcasm.)
I'm the escense of death. -me!