Ninety-One.
She wasn't wrong – but she wasn't entirely right either.
The moment she secured the bracelet around the striped wrist of Sesshoumaru's original body, the pearls lit up with the same bright energy of her sacred arrows –
then, to her horror, his skin started to frizzle under their scorching heat.
Only years of practice kept her from screaming, but she couldn't stop herself from cursing out loud.
"You would be kind to prevent my body from turning into ashes, miko."
"You won't – he won't – I will!" Kagome stammered, panicked.
She lunged for his wrist and grabbed his hand, ignoring the burning.
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(100 words.)