For disclaimers and such, see chapter one.
When her grandfather had gotten over the initial shock, he started looking for an antidote. He pulled out a very large cradboard box that was full of spells and potions and who knows what else. He rummaged around in it, throwing things out over his shoulders, muttering to himself.
Whiel he was busy doing this, Souta came up to Kagome and gave her ears a sharp tug. "Ouch! What'd you do that for, idiot?"
"Sorry," said Souta. I just wanted to know if they were real? Did Inuyasha paint his ears black and give 'em to you?"
Kagome tried to keep her patience. "I told you already, I'm a demon. Those are my ears!"
Souta said nothing.
It took Grampa almost an hour of careful digging and not-so-careful discarding for him to find what he was looking for. "Here it is," he said, sounding unceremoniously pleased. He held out a tiny bottle with "Youkai" written on it.
"Demon?" said Kagome. "How's that supposed to help me?"
Her grandfather smiled. "That's what we're going to find out." He unstoppered the bottle and poured two drops of white liquid into a cup. He mixed it with a little tea and gave it to Kagome to drink.
She took the cup carefully and made a face. "It smells almost as old as the God Tree," she said, and drained it. Nothing happened for a moment. Maybe two. After that, she shivered, and leaned back against the wall. "Whatever you gave me, it's like ice." Kagome said. She closed her eyes. A second later she was asleep.
Her grandfather layed her on the floor, and begon to look in his box again. Souta, apprehensive, said "Is she gonna be alright?"
Grampa said nothing. He dug in his box once more, and found a long sutra and some ancient scrolls. He was nowhere as adept with magic as Sango was, or even Miroku for that matter, but he thought that his weak magic could break the hold that the demon's soul had on her. He stuck one scroll on her head and the others went around her. He unrolled the sutra and started reading it. It was difficult for him to pronounce the words, and he felt almost no magic in the air, but he trusted that it would work. As he kept reading, his feeling of foreboding grew. Souta had quietly crept out of the room. He was alone. He hoped it worked. Now he just had to wait and see.