Eighty-Nine.
Kagome remembered perfectly well what had happened to Inuyasha when Kaede-sama had first put the rosary on him – years later and her friend still hadn't forgotten.
Like being strangled, he had muttered during one of his rare sharing moods. First your air is cut off, then your power – and your body doesn't belong to you anymore. Tied down by another's will.
An agonizing experience.
At that time, wounds were still raw, and his words had hurt in more ways then one.
They had cried and apologized, finally finding forgiveness in each other arms – giving comfort seemed to be easier now.
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(100 words.)