The next week saw a return to normal which was comforting…and terribly ordinary.
As Kagome confided, Sango laughed. "We fought a demon just last night! The day before that you and Inuyasha stopped a robbery. I would think you weren't lacking in adventures."
"True," Kagome said, "it's just…we always fight demons."
"Mhmm."
"And—okay, we don't always stop robberies. Miroku, for instance."
"Hey!" He piped up from across the fire pit. "I was reformed by my experience. And by your gracious beauty Miss Kagome." He winked.
Watching Sango hurtle nearby objects at Miroku—Kagome's empty bowl in this instance—would never lose its entertainment value. They were like a comedy duo…well-rehearsed and always worth a laugh.
"I think it's a personal flaw," she sighed, eyeing Miroku amusedly as he edge his seat closer to theirs.
"Clarify?" he prodded.
"Well…first it was the time traveling…then there was the jewel-seeking…then the evil villain…" Kagome waved her hand around the camp. "We journey to find powerful allies and face new foes every day!"
Sango frowned. "I don't see your problem."
"Ah, then it's…'no matter what you do, if you do it often enough it becomes dull'?" Miroku asked.
Kagome drooped. "That sounds so awful." She glanced worriedly to her friends. "I would never say our journey is dull…it's important."
"It is." Sango agreed.
"It just…feels like we've come to a standstill."
The air seemed to turn colder as the three shared a look…and a singular thought…Naraku.
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