A/N: I do apologize for the obscenely short lengths of my chapters but I write in the moment. The fic is in progress. I have no clue what I am doing! What ever I have down I post so you won't be keep waiting any longer than necessary. I'm sorry. Maybe my chapters will be longer if I got more reviews….. Wishful thinking I'm sure.
Disclaimer: I W.I.S.H.!
She could smell it from her position on the floor. The stench of the miasma creeping through the cracks of the door. It made Kagome dizzy and she was forced to crawl back to her previously vacated futon. She was weak. In her panic she had begun purifying the miasma the minute her hand touched the door handle. 'The bastared knows I'm not trained! He knew id have no control!' Kagome took a deep breath. 'I must calm down. Panic is bad.'
Her calming techniques were instantly forgotten as she heard footsteps approaching outside her room. Her panic came back full force. The door slowly opened to reveal Kagura and admit a huge gust of the miasma into Kagome's room. The miko began to cough and choke, which prompted the wind demon the use her powers to clear the room. This action surprised Kagome. "What? Do you want to kill me? Is that it? Is being poisoned too good for me?"
"Don't be ridiculous." The demon brushed off Kagome's outburst like it was nothing. "I for one don't want you dead; you were brought here on Naraku's orders. He probably wants to use you as bait; you know the whole 'damsel' complex." Kagura went to the bureau to the side of the door and placed a package down upon it. "He asks that you wear this and be ready in a half hours time."
"Frankly I don't care what he wants! You tell him to take that box and shove it!"
Kagura shook her head and sighed. "Don't be difficult. You have a half hour." With that the wind witch left the room and Kagome was again alone.
With nothing better to do, Kagome hesitantly stumbled her way to the package. Tied with plain twine, the brown paper package was no bigger than her history textbook if laid 2X2. Kagome carefully lifted the gift, for the lack of a better word, and carried it back to the futon. She removed the twine and pulled the paper away. As the paper fell away her eyes were exposed to beautiful fabric. It appeared to be fine silk in eggshell white. In shock Kagome threw the fabric away from her. 'What does it mean? What does he want?'
A/N: that's it for now. It's late and I'm tired. Oh! I have decided to try to encourage more reviews! There shall be a contest! 2 actually. The first shall be, What are Naraku's plans for Kagome? Meaning of course I want to know what you think. (Duh) the reviewer to guess closest to my agenda or the one who has a better idea than what I have planed will win something or other! The 2nd contest will be, what will the prize be? From the choices I supply, I'd like you guys to vote on a good reward for our winner.
Here are the choices!
-A quick oneshot dedicated to the winner
-A quick songfic dedicated to the winner
-A shout out to the winner and a friend in my next chapter
-A new character introduced in to this story designed or based or chosen by the winner
-Other