Priestess Aishisu: Wow. I got quite a few reviews, didn't I?

WolfKeeper989: Nice story, hope to c more!

Priestess Aishisu: You're seeing more now, aren't you?

Tobias Carter from Fictionpress: Wow...just wow.

Priestess Aishisu: ::Bows extravagantly:: Thank you, thank you.

Rin: Nu! Dun leave me hanging right there! Update! ::throws shoe at you:: NOW!

Priestess Aishisu: Hey! You're throwing a shoe at a girl with a broken leg! It isn't my fault my computer broke! ::Sticks out tongue:: But…thanks anyway.

mudkip101: This is one of the best storys I've read so far! I love the angst! The Drama! I love it all!! But I need MORE! hahahahahahaha-AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!

Priestess Aishisu: You're going to crack a cheek singing so much.

Vixen of the Sahara: Vixen: I really really like the story. you've got GREAT discriptions. I like Kagura. SHE IS SO...

Vixens Demon side: Awesome. we know. would you just hurry up so I can get some sleep. Yawn

Vixe: mimmicks everything VDS said my demon side is gonna kill me if I don't hurry up and get off so I'm gonna go. buh bye! :) : ;}

Priestess Aishisu: Yeah, demon sides suck, don't they? ::Shrugs:: Oh, well. I've lived with a demonic brother and a broken leg (I've had three broken legs, due to being a ballerina) you can live with an evil side

Wolf of Fire: this story is great! i love the story and your writing style update soon please!

Priestess Aishisu: Thank you, thank you ::Blows kisses::

Kikyou17: wow. i love sess/kik fics so now you gotta update again and get to the action! but, i have a question...why did naraku set kagura free? what...why...i dont get it. so, he just, lets her go?

Priestess Aishisu: Of course not! Don't worry, you'll soon see his evil plan ::Grins wickedly::
Kagura: ::Gulps::

Seta Firetail: I love this story. Sesshomaru is my favorite villian. puts on an I Love Sesshomaru shirt

Priestess Aishisu: Kagura's my favorite (I don't consider Kikyou to be evil)

Lyssa: O.O
It's not fair! Everybody's a better author than i am. But seriously, this is a very interesting and descriptive story. Keep updating, please!!

Priestess Aishisu: Thanks. I still remember the days when I thought I was the worst writer ever…

Arwen Dark Sorceress Of Fate: Wow!Again you did a great job and I'm uterly impresed by your amazing work is just great and please update soon.

Priestess Aishisu: ::Hugs you:: Thanks!

minerva1913: very good so far. very deep... the way things shud b... u no? finsh soon!

Priestess Aishisu: Thanks

Sweet Ruby Moon: Another awesome chapter. It's great to see you're not doing the Sessh/Kiky thing -only- , but also focusing on other characters that are in some way or another connected to the miko and the taiyoukai. Using canon facts (Naraku offering Kagura her freedom) was also a very good idea.

Can't wait to see what happens next. Please, update soon. gives you cookies Ja ne!

Ruby

Priestess Aishisu: Well, if you recognize it as canon then I suppose you must know what Naraku's evil plan is. (That fucking, monstrous bastard. What I wouldn't give to strangle him…what wouldn't I give? My computer, but that's about it) I read about it in a magazine and I just had to use it, but I won't have that big death scene thing. I pity her. Don't you?

"Kagura…If this heart is returned to your body, you will not be tied to anybody." Naraku smiled slightly. "You will be free." The organ in his hand vanished, and Kagura was surrounded by energy. She lifted a quivering arm and laid a graceful hand upon her chest. Her heart thumped.

My…My heart! It's…

She never finished the thought. Three of Naraku's tentacles stabbed her in the chest. She gasped in shock and pain, and he smirked. "Don't worry," he sneered. "I avoided your precious heart."

"Naraku…" she hissed, her rage overtaking the pain. "Damn you!" She waved her fan, but he created a barrier. Snickering, he pulled the tentacles back into himself and she lurched weakly.

That bastard…He injected his fucking miasma right into me! She ripped a feather from her hair and flew away. Naraku watched with a cruel little smirk.

Do your best to entertain me during the short time until your life runs out…he thought with heartless satisfaction. All you will feel is hopelessness…and despair…and above all, anguish.

Sesshoumaru's demon senses scrutinized Kikyou. Though undeniably stunning, she was formed of mystic bones and sacred earth. The incandescence of her powers formed a massive blaze, and he could hear the unpleasant keening of the dead souls which animated her. But more than what he heard and saw, he smelled that she had just been viciously beaten by…he crinkled his nose.

Naraku.

Kikyou stepped from the branches, her movements sure and regal. Her soul-skimmers glided up to make her a path. In moments she was standing gracefully in front of him, strong and resolute. "You still haven't answered my question." Her voice was firm and unafraid, her stormcloud-gray eyes steely. Had she been anybody else, he might have found her intimidating.

Kagura stumbled, barely catching herself in time to keep from plummeting off of a cliff and into the ocean. Her hair was loose, and she had a new kimono(the old one was ripped from the tentacles)—white with a design of gold leaves, and a blue obi with a design of roses. She sighed and sank to her knees. The winds brushed against her pale skin and lifted her dark hair, whispering of faraway places. She gazed out at the ocean and drew in her breath sharply.

It was spectacular. The setting sun shimmered against the surface of the water and the sky was an exquisite array of lilac and turquoise and rose. For a moment time seemed to stand still, and Kagura for the first time in her life was truly at peace.

Then the tears fell. Tears of hopelessness and despair and anguish above all, just as Naraku had predicted. This was her first moment of happiness, and might be her last. At best, she had a few months left to live. At worst—

At worst she would drop dead that very moment.

Kikyou's long black hair flowed beautifully around her pale clay-and-bone body, perfect figure mostly hidden by the red-and-white miko garb. Her eyes were piercing, her soft rosy lips pursed into a frown. She was almost too flawless, too ethereal, a goddess of the moonlight. The sun did not deserve to shine upon such an enchanting being.

"You may be formidable, miko, but you have no right to speak to me as if I were some low-class mutt. I am a taiyoukai, not a half-breed like my pathetic brother." His tone was icily calm, but with a threatening undercurrent to it. Instinctively, his hand went to his sword. But to his surprise and bewilderment the sword he drew wasn't Toukijin—it was Tenseiga.

Kikyou gave an unimpressed humph, but her eyes were dangerous. "You think to challenge me? A taiyoukai is simply a youkai with a fancy title, and neither man nor youkai can vanquish me."

Sesshoumaru's lips seemed to curve ever-so-slightly just for a moment, but it must have been her imagination. "Yes, I suppose it would be difficult to vanquish the undead," he murmured, more to himself than her. Eying Tenseiga, he added so softly she barely heard, "However…"

Without another word, he lifted Tenseiga and brought it down on her head.