The common character in Kagome's dreams had shown up just before she slipped into unconsciousness. Or perhaps she was already unconscious? Yes, that made more sense. It had been a while since she let out such a burst of power. She felt like almost all of it had left her at once in a giant tidal wave that crashed into the horde of Naraku's demons, disintegrating most into dust and just tearing apart some of the ones that were unfortunate enough to just touch the edge of her miko ki. Now if only she could figure out how she did it and control it without passing out.
Now they were just regrouping. Inuyasha clenched his fists as Kagome sprayed his scrapes with alcohol. Miroku was sweating slightly and nauseous from absorbing a few saimyosho. Kilala was licking some minor burns on Shippo. Sango was fashioning a sling for herself and her recently relocated shoulder. Kagome, exhausted and on the verge of a 16 hour slumber as she was, was actually the healthiest of the bunch.
There were no more stray Shikon shards left to collect. All were accounted for somewhere: Kohaku's, Kouga's, and the largest chunk in Naraku's clutches. It was just about gaining power to slay each other now.
TOM
The girl most definitely looked me in the eye. Now that was curious. Maybe she had seen a picture of me somewhere? Maybe I was, by now, famous enough that even Kagome, limited formal education that she had, would have heard of me? But it would not make sense that she'd recognize the teenage version of myself. Horcrux life just became exponentially more interesting.