Disclaimer: All but the plot to this particular story rightfully belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.
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Pleas
As she stepped past the sliding door and into a spacious, fire-lit room, she heard the patter of small footsteps. Proceeding forward, Kagome strode by the square depression of a fire pit in the middle of the area and peeked through another opening, concurrently taking in the tall ceilings and the beautifully-done framing on the shoji screens. She noticed that if a wall was not paneled, however, it was regrettably blank.
The furniture itself was not at all sparse- a wide, expensive-looking rug on the wooden floor, a low table surrounded by plush zabuton in the center of the room, a tall, ornate vase in one corner, a faded chest in front of a stack of ancient scrolls in the other, various side tables, a shelf with assorted candles, fresh flowers in a clay pot on the windowsill... And then a flash of color flickered in her peripheral before she felt herself being driven backwards by a small, squealing force.
"Kagome-chan!"
Blinking profusely, Kagome shook herself of an empty mind and looked down at the mass of dark hair burrowing into her abdomen. Relaxing, she laid a hand on the girl's head and brought the other around to squeeze her shoulder fondly. But before Kagome's smile could broaden to it's fullest, two watery brown eyes were staring up at her with such distress that Kagome almost lost her footing. "R-Rin-chan?"
"Kagome-chan," she blubbered before burying her face back in Kagome's kimono. A series of muffled half-sobs, half-incoherent words erupted from Rin as Kagome suddenly remembered the sickening amount of rabbit blood that covered the front of her kimono. In a slight panic at the prospect of bacteria and infection, she gently (albeit hurriedly) pried the whimpering little girl from around her stomach. Falling to her knees, Kagome's face fell as she saw the panic and unease in Rin's expression. Giving her a small, reassuring smile, she pulled a dark tendril of Rin's hair from where it had stuck to her wet cheek and tucked it behind her ear. "Rin-chan..."
Rin's breathing was heavy as she tried to calm her sobs. Several uncontrollable sniffles rattled her tiny body and Kagome felt the little hands clutch to her kimono even tighter. "Ka-gome-chan, Rin i-is sick!" Another wail poured out of Rin and Kagome winced.
As Rin lunged forward to wrap her arms around Kagome's shoulders, Kagome saw Sesshoumaru step out of the room with the vase. She glanced his way hesitantly. Though his expression remained vacant and bored, his eyes bore into Kagome's. She could almost feel his silent plea: fix her.
(A/N: I'm pretty sure I had the same reaction as Rin, once upon a time. ...too much?)