"It's freezing."
Kagome hugged herself as they walked, teeth chattering. The morning had brought a thick blanket of dew, and its chill—though unwelcome—still lingered.
Ahead of her, Jaken turned, his beak in the air. "Weak, sniveling human. Did you think—"
A rock struck his forehead.
It came out of nowhere—a muted grey projectile that whizzed past her ear and triggered indignant squawking.
Eyes widening, she turned.
Behind them, a suspicious pebble suspended between his claws, Sesshoumaru walked, Rin giggling beside him.
"You did not," Kagome whispered, laughing.
The daiyoukai slid two gold eyes to hers…
…and smirked.
