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She stood up, looking at the features now, and smirking, "Grandmother, what big eyes you have." The youkai smiled wickedly as the lie quickly spilled through their lips like water through falls, "Why the better to see you with!" Her eyes were rather large, and their sharp edges left no doubt that this was in fact a youkai; not to mention the red hue that had completely engulfed her irises. "Grandmother, what large hands you have!" The youkai quickly looked down with a startled expression before quickly smiling and looking towards Kagome, "Why the better to hold you with, my dear!"

Kagome walked around the bed and lightly tapped on the bed, with each flick ensuring that her pink aura flared out of her tips in a blatant gesture of power. The youkai moved slightly away from the powerful girl, letting out a low barely audible growl. "Grandmother, tell me, what has happened to your voice? It sounds as if you are possessed!" At this, Kagome glanced the youkai's way, smiling contently as she began moving back towards where her bow was placed. "Child, you ask too many questions for an old woman to answer. Come now, stop being foolish."

Sesshomaru stood close to the window now, observing the pair inside the home. "This miko is a strange one." He thought as he watched the banter between the two. He expected her to simply purify the lowly demon and be done, but apparently she intended to "play with her supper". He grinned when he saw her flick her purifying powers out of her hand in a blatant display, showing her obvious superiority. He had known for some time that she was of powerful strength, one that surpassed even the long dead priestess Kikyo, but for some reason or another her powers remained out of reach for the young priestess, at least until she felt the need to allow her emotions take hold, as now. He could feel the anger that had flowed through her when she saw the blood and heard the commotion from the shape shifter.

"Hn, her powers are controlled by her emotions… Hn." The Inu-demon thought. "What a shame." To have ones abilities controlled by their state of being was simply ludicrous to Sesshomaru. It was almost animalistic, something that the great lord associated with his younger half-brother. Uncontrolled, untamed, and wasted. One could not guarantee the use of said abilities in combat if they were forced rely on their emotions. Fear, for instance, can paralyze and offer no assistance, thus an unnecessary trait. Sesshomaru kept his calm, cold demeanor at all times; he wasn't reliant on his emotions to force his power when the time came; he was able to use it at will and this is why he was The Lord of the West. "This will be her downfall."

Kagome rested her hand on the table, feeling the power of her aura begin to engulf her. "Calm down, calm." She thought as she fought down the sense to just kill the demon. Shifting behind her caught her attention as she began to turn. "Grand-," she started but was stopped as a sharp claw ran down her shoulder, cutting it deeply. A gurgled scream erupted from her as she involuntarily fell back into the table, tumbling through it as she crashed, smacking the floor. Before she realized her predicament the demon was upon her, thrashing her priestess robes, exposing her chest and leaving long cuts.

Kagome quickly found her feet and kicked the beast off her. The youkai bounced off the wall and stumbled, but caught itself. Resuming an offensive stance the demon began to transform, its skin returning to its original pale orange color and tightness. The hair quickly turned a sharp red and lengthened down towards the midsection of the creature and the chest tightened and engorged to the point where it was obvious that this was a very feminine demon. Kagome reached around her backside, pulling out the dagger that was kept there. Never in her life had she expected to need it, but here she was, prepared to fight to the death with it.

In what seemed like several long seconds they stared at each other, obviously looking for a weakness. Quickly they were engaged and claws met with the dagger as they tried to fight for superiority. A giant rush was felt as they came together in a pulse, Kagomes aura spiking against the youkai's flare. "Have you no respect for your elders Granddaughter?" The demoness sneered as she attempted to slice Kagome open with a deadly claw. "Have you no respect for the dead?" Kagome shouted at she pushed back on the dagger and swung with her fist, catching the demon off guard. The connection was quick, but her pink aura burned the flesh on the youkai's face where the punch landed.

Kagome felt the quick change in pulse as the demon flared her powers out, it pushing hard on her own aura. The demoness lunged at Kagome and slammed her to the ground, digging her claws deep into Kagome's shoulder.

The priestess let out a gurgled scream as the claws seemed to reach her bone. Using as much strength she could muster she threw the demon off her and stood, albeit shakily. Once again they faced each other, this time equally in pain. Kagome could see where she had cut the demoness with the dagger, and then other points where she purified whole segments of flesh. She knew that she was looking quick grim herself; her shoulder had been punctured deeply and was bleeding in such a profound way that she was certain it would cause her to lose this battle if it dragged on much longer. Her chest had several long cuts down it and she could feel the pounding in the back of her head from where she slammed into the ground.

They again clashed in a sick ling embrace, claws meeting flesh and aura purifying the demonic skin like some terrible disease. Pushing back from the demon Kagome filled her weapon with as much of her purifying aura and swung, slicing the demon across the chest. The last thing Kagome heard was the taunting laugh of the demoness as she said, "Little Red, Little Red."

A blinding light was seen miles away from the small home that was nestled in the very dangerous forest of the Inu of the West. Sesshomaru found himself landed in a tree on the outskirts of the home, and burning slightly across the outer layers of his robe. The last thing he recalled was observing the struggle between the miko and the weak demon. They had pushed back from each other and then in a swirl of red Kagome brought her purified dagger across the demoness's chest, and then wave of spiritual energy.

Wearily he made his way to figure out who was left alive, though he very much doubted the demoness would've made it out. As if on cue he heard the choked cough of Kagome.

She was bruised, bloodied, and beaten; but most of all she was alone. In her angered state she completely incinerated the demon, and unfortunately, it wasn't what she intended to do. She only wanted to singe, slightly injure, or scare the young shape shifter so that she would leave on her own accord. Mistake or not Kagome couldn't help but allow a few tears to fall from her face. "I'm sorry…I'm so sorry," she choked, and then allowed herself to slump down to the floor, dropping the dagger that saved her life.