They're not going to whisk me out of the line of fire, she reasoned, they're offering to teach me to help myself. I'd be silly to pass this up just because I'm…embarrassed.
She thought of Inuyasha, nearing death every time he had to save her. Of Sango missing opportunities to reach her brother because of her weakness. Miroku may always be happy to help a damsel in distress…but she didn't want to be one.
The extra fire power could only help her protect the ones she loved. She looked down at Shippo. For him she could face all her insecurities.
"Alright," she agreed, "so long as the group agrees."
Youko preened…then frowned. "Your pack dynamics are off kilter."
"It's a democracy not a dictatorship."
As Youko grumbled, Kuronue laughed. "He is frustrated at your terminology," he confided, "but we understand what you are trying to say."
"Will your…friends say no?" Youko asked/
Kagome blew a long breath, ruffling her bangs. "Probably not…I'd say welcome to the gang, even if you're only part timers."
Youko made a grab for her hands. "Fantastic," he enthused, "it will a delight to partake in your company some more little priestess."
The two quickly scampered off to retrieve the rest of the group…and probably to attempt to wheedle their request in before Kagome could. Shippo hopping into her lap, peering up at her face.
"Mom," he said aghast, "are you blushing?"
Kagome flushed harder.
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