Nothing could change Kagome's mood. A weight had been lifted from her shoulders, and though her chest still ached with the same odd emptiness as before, it didn't feel as foreboding.
Especially when another rose showed up the next day.
And every week after that.
She tried not to anticipate them, as there was no rhyme or reason to their appearance, but every seven days, Kagome opened the door to find a delicate bloom on the doorstep, its petals humming with youki.
The potency of her powers returned, no longer affected by weariness and melancholy, the zing of her arrow often followed by sisters' combined laughter.
"Your aim has gotten better," Kagura remarked, lounging on a tree branch as Kagome landed another hit.
"Glad I'm not the only one who thinks so," she said, shifting her position before knocking her last arrow.
Kagura snorted. "Don't go getting all arrogant on me now. You'll end up getting hurt again."
Kagome waved her off with a slight shrug of her shoulder, then let the final arrow fly, the head burrowing itself into the target. They were so close together that she could've covered the space they took up with her palm.
"I still think it's weird that some random youkai leaves you flowers."
She grinned as she pulled the arrows free, inspecting them to see if any needed repairs. "Jealous?"
"Of the furry mutt you used as a pillow? Not likely." Kagura lifted her chin, enjoying the wind wafting through her hair, then turned to her sister with a smirk, ruby eyes gleaming. "Of the mystery man you've been dreaming about? Maybe."