He was infuriating.
Kagome's frustration lingered with each arrow she launched into the battered target. The purple glow of her spiritual energy illuminated the clearing, casting an eerie light on the scene. Her breaths were sharp, punctuating the silence that hung in the air.
The recent argument with Inuyasha echoed in her mind, a cacophony of raised voices and unspoken grievances. She appreciated the solitude of the clearing, allowing her to channel her pent-up emotions into each arrow. The abused target bore the brunt of her power, its core sizzling from the onslaught.
As Kagome continued her archery practice, she couldn't help but replay the heated exchange in her mind. It seemed like a trivial request – a short break to replenish their water supplies – but it had ignited a volatile disagreement. Inuyasha's stubbornness had clashed with her determination, leaving behind the lingering tension that now fueled her relentless barrage.
She was grateful for the space he had finally granted her. The clearing became a refuge, a place where she could unleash her frustrations without the interference of his infuriating presence. The purple light of her arrows danced in the night, a testament to the storm within her.
Kagome's frustration began to mingle with understanding as she continued her archery practice. While the heat of the argument still lingered, a sobering realization crept in – Inuyasha's anger and frustration weren't unfounded. The looming silence from Naraku, their formidable adversary, had cast a shadow over their lives for nearly two years.
In that time, Kagome had sought refuge in her own era, immersing herself in the routines of a more ordinary life. The absence of constant danger allowed her to focus on completing her education. She had navigated the challenges of high school and even pushed herself to accelerate her academic journey, taking exams to finish high school and earn her degree ahead of schedule.
As the purple glow of her arrows continued to illuminate the clearing, Kagome pondered the toll their prolonged respite had taken on the group. The anxiety and uncertainty that accompanied Naraku's silence had affected them all. Inuyasha, known for his impulsive nature, was undoubtedly feeling the weight of the unknown, and the recent argument may have been a manifestation of that frustration.
With each arrow she released, Kagome found a cathartic release for her own mixed emotions. The clearing became a space not only for physical practice but also for introspection. As the sizzling target bore the marks of her spiritual power, Kagome contemplated the complexities of their quest and the toll it had taken on each member of their group.
Kagome's dedication to self-improvement shone through her actions. During the two years of uncertainty, she had not idly waited. Instead, she had taken charge of her own growth. The archery practice in the clearing was not just a display of frustration but a testament to the hours she had invested in honing her skills.
Her reiki abilities, always a powerful asset, had become even more refined through deliberate training. The purple light that emanated from her arrows was not just a product of anger; it was a manifestation of the control and mastery she had achieved over her spiritual powers.
In addition to her archery prowess, Kagome had delved into the realm of medicinal herbs and wound treatment. The knowledge she acquired served as a practical contribution to the group's well-being. The clearing, once a space solely for combat practice, now bore witness to a multifaceted training regimen – a reflection of Kagome's commitment to being more than just a passive observer in their quest.
As she continued to shoot arrows into the target, each one carrying the weight of her newfound skills, Kagome silently acknowledged that the journey had changed her. The time away from the constant battles had allowed her to transform into a more capable and resourceful member of the team. And with Naraku's ominous silence persisting, every skill she cultivated became a crucial asset in the face of the unknown.
"Kagome," Sango called. "There is a hot spring nearby if you would like to take a nice bath after dinner."
Dropping her shoulders, she let out a tired sigh. Kagome welcomed the suggestion of a hot spring with a tired but appreciative smile. The prospect of a relaxing bath after the strenuous archery session lifted her spirits. "That sounds perfect right now," she replied, her shoulders dropping as if shedding the weight of the day.
Sango informed her about Inuyasha and Miroku being away for hunting, granting them a window to set up camp. Taking the arrows handed to her, Kagome nodded in gratitude. The routine of plucking arrows from the target felt familiar and comforting, a small act that connected her to the skills she had diligently cultivated.
As the evening unfolded, the two girls efficiently set up camp. The crackling fire they started cast a warm glow, contrasting with the vibrant hues of the sunset painting the sky. Kagome, now immersed in the culinary aspect of their survival, began to cook rice in anticipation of the evening meal. Her mind briefly wandered to the potential bounty that Inuyasha and Miroku might bring back – fish, and hopefully a boar or deer for dinner.
The sounds of nature harmonized with their activities, creating a tranquil atmosphere despite the challenges they faced. In the midst of uncertainty, the ritual of setting up camp and preparing a meal became a grounding force, a reminder that even in the face of adversity, life continued in its simplest yet meaningful ways.
The return of Inuyasha and Miroku with a bounty of fish and a large buck signaled a shift in the evening's activities. Inuyasha, ever efficient, silently prepared the buck, skillfully skinning and cooking it over the crackling fire. His solitary meal in the treetops, blood dripping down his face, was a stark reminder of the feral nature that lingered within him.
After the hearty dinner, the girls gathered their bathing supplies and made their way towards the hot springs. In the warm water, surrounded by steam, Sango's inquiry pulled Kagome back from her thoughts. As the floral-scented body wash filled the air, Sango asked, "Is everything alright, Kagome? You seem to be distracted as of late."
Kagome took a moment, a deep breath, before sharing her concerns. "It's been nearly two years since we saw Naraku. What if he moved to the continent?"
Sango shook her head, her hands continuing their task of scrubbing. "Not without the remaining jewel shards still out there."
The weight of the unknown, the silence from their formidable foe, had cast a shadow over their quest. In the midst of the soothing waters, Kagome's worries surfaced, a reminder that even the respite of a hot spring couldn't wash away the uncertainties that loomed on their horizon. The hot spring bath provided a temporary escape to her worries.
"We still have quite a way to go," she let out a deep sigh. "I'll be turning twenty soon and there still isn't any trace of him."
"How is life on the other side of the well?"
Kagome began to lather Sanyo's hair, "my Mother has started dating this one guy she had met at the grocery store. He seems like a rather nice guy. Souta is still dating Hitomi and Grandpa still runs the shrine, and goes to play bingo twice a week."
Sango shook her head, "I mean your life. What does your life entail on the other side?"
"I started attending some Archery classes and read books on history for anything that might help in finding out anything about Naraku."
"So no social life?"
"None whatsoever," she grumbled. "How are things with you and Miroku?" She tried to lighten the conversation a bit from her pitiful excuse of a social life.
The older woman just blushed, "we have been getting a bit close since Naraku hasn't resurfaced, but we have been careful in case he shows up again."
Kagome had remembered by the river when Miroku had asked Sango to wait until after Naraku was defeated and his familial curse was lifted to begin a life together. One that involved marriage and children.
"I think he is rather stupid," Kagome rolled her eyes. "If Naraku does come back, and hypothetically, we lose then you would have wasted all these precious moments of being together in fear. I'd rather have a short but happy life than a long one filled with fear and what ifs."
This made Sango pause.
Kagome and her continued to bathe, but it was silent as she gave Sango the opportunity to decide on what to do with her own love life.
The others had fallen asleep, Kagome couldn't sleep though. She just laid, wide awake, on the fabric sleeping bag. Her eyes staring up into the night sky filled with the stars.
"Hey Kagome?"
"Yes Inuyasha?"
"I'm sorry," his words were laced with a soft genuineness that made her smile.
"I understand."
"Get some sleep," he paused. "We have a long journey ahead of us."
The routine had settled in like a familiar companion during the week that passed since leaving Edo village. Sango's commitment to her Demon Slayer duties remained steadfast, marked by her weekly check-in with the Demon Slayer village. In the absence of constant threats from Naraku, she had taken the opportunity to pass on her knowledge, training two young women in the art of Demon Slaying.
These recruits, chosen from villages affected by the demons that had fled Mount Hakurei, were sent to Sango's old village. The two girls, now proficient in their training, played a crucial role in welcoming and guiding newcomers. They took on small tasks in nearby villages, their skills not yet at a professional level but steadily growing under Sango's guidance. This initiative provided Sango with a sense of purpose, a motivation to continue the search for the elusive half-demon Naraku.
As the group traveled, Inuyasha's sudden reaction broke the calm. His snarls and mention of Sesshomaru stirred a collective tension.
However, the encounter no longer held the threat it once did. In the two years since their last confrontation, the dynamic with Sesshomaru had shifted. While not exactly friendly, they had reached a level of civility. The relentless pursuit of Tessaiga had waned, and Sesshomaru had even taken up the unexpected role of training Inuyasha, tempering his once reckless nature.
The familiarity of these encounters every other month had become a peculiar aspect of their journey. The once bitter rivalry had evolved into an understanding, and the occasional shared camps reflected a mutual acknowledgment of their intertwined destinies. In the face of the looming threat of Naraku, these moments of shared company provided a temporary respite and a reminder of the complexities that defined their quest.
"Hello Lord Sesshomaru," Kagome's acknowledgment of Sesshomaru was polite and respectful as she bowed her head in greeting.
In their first meeting, Kagome had surprised herself by meeting Sesshomaru's gaze with defiance and bravery rather than succumbing to fear. When the initial instinct should have been to be terrified and run from him.
The encounters they had shared over the past two years had significantly altered her perception of the powerful demon lord. Her opinion of him has shifted.
The first instance, when Sesshomaru intervened to save her from Mukotsu of the Band of Seven, marked a turning point. He had not only protected her but had extended his assistance when she fell into the clutches of an Ogre under Takemaru's orders. In that situation, his initial motive was to rescue Rin, but Kagome had also benefited from his intervention.
Over time, this bravery evolved into a quiet respect and an ability to sense his presence before Inuyasha could, unless Sesshomaru chose to conceal it. The shifts in her perception mirrored the complex dynamics that unfolded within their group, highlighting the nuanced relationships that developed on their quest.
These experiences had reshaped Kagome's opinion of Sesshomaru. Instead of fearing him, she found herself quietly observing his every movement – the subtle twitches of his brow, the curve of his lips, and even the way his ears perked.
The tension in the air increased as Sesshomaru's golden gaze lingered on Kagome, a subtle nod acknowledging her presence before shifting to his younger brother.
"Kagura has been spotted in the east, she has been carrying something of great significance."
The news he delivered about Kagura's recent sightings in the east, carrying something of great significance, set off alarms within the group.
Sango voiced her skepticism, "All of a sudden? That is suspicious."
Miroku added his thoughts, "It seems that perhaps Naraku must have achieved what we had interrupted at Mount Hakurei."
Kagome's attention briefly shifted to Rin, who held her stomach, perhaps a sign of hunger. Sensing the need for a discussion, she suggested making camp for lunch. Inuyasha, always ready for action, began to voice his objections, but Sesshomaru's gaze shifted to Rin, and the decision was made.
"Rin," he called.
"Yes, Lord Sesshomaru?"
"You are hungry."
"Yes, Lord Sesshomaru."
"Hn," he glanced towards Kagome. "Stay with the Miko; I will return."
With that, Sesshomaru disappeared, leaving a disgruntled Inuyasha behind.
"Damn Sesshomaru," he growled before following his brother.
The departure of the two powerful demons left the group in a contemplative silence, aware that the latest development signaled a potential shift in their quest, and lunch would be accompanied by a strategic discussion.
"Rin," Kagome called. "Would you like to learn to read some more today?"
Kagome's warm invitation brought a bright smile to Rin's face. "Yes, Miss Kagome."
As Sango and Miroku went about setting up camp, Kagome carved out a quiet corner for herself and Rin. From her yellow pack, Kagome retrieved a book, a symbol of the informal but valuable education she had undertaken for Rin during their travels.
It had become Kagome's personal mission to impart knowledge to Rin, realizing that the nomadic lifestyle accompanying Sesshomaru might deprive the young girl of a stable environment for learning. So, whenever they had moments of respite, Kagome dedicated herself to teaching Rin to read, write and do simple math, providing her with a semblance of education amid her own unpredictable journey.
Rin's enthusiasm for learning was matched only by her quick aptitude for the material Kagome provided. The young girl absorbed the lessons like a sponge, her curiosity and dedication evident in every session. Kagome couldn't help but feel a swell of pride as she witnessed Rin's rapid understanding and application of the knowledge.
In just two short years, the impact of Kagome's teaching manifested in tangible ways. Rin's vocabulary had expanded significantly, a testament to her eagerness to learn and Kagome's effective guidance. Their makeshift education sessions had become a source of accomplishment and joy for both of them.
The group gathered around the campfire, sharing a simple but satisfying lunch. Rin and Shippō, their youthful appetites unsatisfied, requested seconds before dashing off to play with A-Un and Kirara. The two loyal companions observed the playful antics of the younger members with a watchful eye.
The adults, along with the ever-present Jaken, remained in their spots, enjoying the momentary calm that settled over the campsite. The crackling of the fire and the distant sounds of nature created a serene backdrop for a brief respite.
The mention of Kagura's sighting stirred a sense of urgency and concern among the group. Inuyasha, maintaining his perch in the tree, expressed his worry, "If Kagura has been spotted, then this means that Naraku is on the move again."
Sango, ever the pragmatic one, offered a different perspective, "Not necessarily. It could mean that Naraku needs something."
Miroku's gaze shifted towards the fragment of the Jewel Shard that adorned Sango's necklace, and he speculated, "Perhaps he will attack Kagome for her Jewel Shards."
The mention of Kagome's Jewel Shards added a layer of tension to the discussion. The group, always on guard against Naraku's schemes, now faced the possibility of a direct confrontation.
"This Sesshomaru suggests we merge groups."
Sesshomaru's proclamation of merging groups sparked immediate and vehement reactions. Inuyasha, true to his nature, erupted in protest, his complaints echoing through the clearing. Sango and Miroku attempted to pacify the furious hanyou, but their efforts seemed futile in the face of his indignation.
Amid the chaos, Sesshomaru's golden gaze fixed on Kagome, and when he spoke, the tone was calm and unwavering. "We shall merge groups."
The idea of collaboration between the two groups was met with incredulity and resistance. Inuyasha's objections rang out loudly, but Kagome's hand instinctively reached for the Jewel of Four Souls. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, signaling a moment of contemplation.
To everyone's surprise, including Inuyasha, Kagome spoke in support of Sesshomaru's proposal. "Lord Sesshomaru is right."
Her decision didn't sit well with Inuyasha, who exclaimed, "KAGOME?!"
Kagome met his gaze with determination. "By merging our groups, we can deal with Naraku and every incantation of his. He has been in hiding for two years and has most likely made more. Before that, he always had the upper hand. It is time we have the advantage by merging our groups and facing Naraku and his incarnations head on."
"Keh."
That was the best agreement she would get out of him.
After putting Shippō to bed and wishing Rin goodnight, Kagome sometimes indulged in her studies. By the soft glow of her flashlight, she delved into textbooks, attempting to maintain a sense of normalcy amid the supernatural journey. Sesshomaru, usually silent and reserved, observed her during these moments with a curiosity that bordered on skepticism. His golden gaze seemed to question the authenticity of her reading, but Kagome took it in stride, finding amusement in his apparent curiosity rather than offense at his doubt.
"What are you reading?"
"I am studying for my medical classes," she stated, not bothering to meet his golden gaze.
"Why?"
Kagome drew in a shaky breath. Her blue eyes flickering to him from across the camp, internally debating on whether to tell him her secret. They were allies now though, he would know eventually when she returned to her time. "I hope to learn how to better heal those in this time."
He titled his head to the side, barely. "You speak as though this time is not your own."
Kagome smiled, "I come from the future."
Sesshomaru stared at her for a long time, as though he was judging the authenticity of her words. He finally spoke after some time, "how far into the future do you hail from?"
"Five hundred years," she answered.
Closing her book, she stuffed it back into her school bag beside her along with the flashlight she had been using.
"This Sesshomaru is curious."
"I would gladly answer your questions," she tried to bite back a yawn but failed.
His golden eyes blinked at her, "sleep Miko, another time."
"Goodnight Lord Sesshomaru." She laid down in her sleeping bag, covered herself and fell asleep rather quickly.