"You heal more quickly than I'd expect from a human." Katashi's voice was a whip in silent air. "Then again, maybe you are not human at all or perhaps it s because you are human that I healed you so easily." Katashi stood, with a disgusted sigh and faced Kagome. Unlike the worrier she was, Kagome's sword shook unsteadily extended in her hands.
"Put your sword away. For if you don't I shall take it as a challenge and slay your pathetic human soul." He waited, but Kagome did nothing. "No? Fine then." Agile and precise, Katashi came at her, but even in a weakened state Kagome had learned to fight with the best and dodged his coming. Again he came to meet her, she moved, to the state of fluster, Katashi moved with speeds Kagome had never seen before, and he was on top of her before anything else could happen. She did not want to fight, she had no energy, so allowed the sword to fall out of her hands.
Katashi was close to her face now, his pool-like black eyes were cold, life-less. The sunlight caught glints of his hair, through his clothing, Kagome could see build. With a face of purity and hate all that once he seemed to relax.
"What is your name?" No response. "I said what is your name, human?"
She snapped back into mind, "Kagome." Her knees felt week, her heart melted. He was even more handsome than his brother. He had mystery, a past, most of all an absence, one that drew her in.
"Kagome," he repeated, and that was it.