Mad Rush, Philip Glass
"It's a book." She said simply.
He looked like he thought she was the smallest thing on this planet. And admittedly, she was starting to feel like it.
"This oneunderstands what it is. But can't decipher all of its contents."
At that moment, Kagome debated with herself. Telling a few children who did not yet know the significance of other cultures or the future was one thing, but telling someone who was barely not an enemy was another. But she also wanted her and her companions to keep all their limbs intact. A conundrum.
"It's about musical instruments and styles from… where I come from." She said, cringing at her own hesitation.
"This one gathered that from his ward, but you will explain the writing. It is both similar and alien to that of normal human script."
Oh.
Comprehension dawned on Kagome. He wouldn't be able to read it. Or at least all of it. He could decipher the kanji, but the foreign words and the modern Japanese characters would probably seem alien. Rin had probably asked him, or the imp to read it, and upon their inability to do so, he'd sought her out.
"Umm, well, if you'd like I could translate for you. I honestly thought Rin would only like to look at the pictures, but I wouldn't mind reading more parts to her whenever we meet next."
"Wait a second. Meet next?" Uh oh. Inuyasha was still here, wasn't he. She cast him a glare that explicitly stated we'll talk later. Punctuating it with a promise to sit him is he interrupted again. Even he couldn't live down the embarrassment of the subduing charm in front of his elder half-brother.
"That is acceptable to this one. I shall hold possession of the text, as a way of insurance against you reneging. We shall seek you out two days from now."
And he was gone. And he'd taken her book back. And she then felt the tinglings of her temper when she realized he thought she'd back out of her promise.
The piece that I selected is programmatic. It's supposed to symbolize the mixing of two deities, one of wrath and one of peace.