Although he wasn't being at all forthcoming, Kagome knew that her suspicions had been dead on. He did need something from her. His question however was a challenging one to answer.
She glanced down at the place the jewel normally rested, imagining the artifact as it was when she had last seen it. They did indeed have most of the shikon, or at least the shards that weren't already in Naraku's possession, which wasn't to say that they had a large amount. It was a heavy reminder every day that the end of their journey drew close...and yet, who was to say how soon that battle would be?
"Uhm...less than a year, but more than a month." She asserted.
Thankfully, this seemed to work for Youko. "And how dangerous is this quest of yours?"
A deadly hanyou. Manipulative killers. The dead coming back to life - repeatedly. Constantly throwing themselves into danger. Willingly even. Blood and guts and torture and so on and so forth. "More dangerous than most."
"Are you difficult to kill?"
She laughed. "No one's succeeded yet."
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AN: OKAY. Last one of these - are any of you receiving alerts for this story? Or anything? I'm not, and I just want to know if my account sucks (please refer to my former admission of technology illiteracy) or if FF is having a meltdown. If it turns out the fault lies merely on my end, then I think I'll have a big update for a couple of my other stories on the way. Thank you all for your patience! I will continue to attempt to manage the multiple items in my life that persist in breaking down (highest on that list being my mind). You're all terribly lovely ;)