Hello everyone,

It's been a little while since I started writing this story, so I want to thank you for staying with me. From this point on, there will be more focus on the developing relationship between Kagome and Sesshomaru as they navigate the upcoming disturbances.

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We returned to the dining hall for the evening meal, the atmosphere more relaxed than during the previous feast. The gathering, a more relaxed assembly of those within the Western castle. Inuyasha made his way to a table where Koga and the other recruits were seated. As he approached, the conversations at the table continued the table continued their conversations with nods and gestures becoming him to join.

He settled himself down next to Koga and naturally immersed himself in the ongoing conversation. As he moved, there was a subtle but unmistakable change in his demeanor. He carried himself with a newfound sense of inner confidence, an assurance that was impossible to ignore. His back was straighter, his movements more deliberate and controlled. Even his smaller actions, like reaching for food from the platters in front of him, seemed more precise and considered.

Koga, ever observant, raised an eyebrow in my direction, silently questioning the change he saw in Inuyasha. It was a subtle change, yet those who knew him well could not miss it. The usual tension that had always seemed to coil within Inuyasha, like a spring ready to snap, was now absent. Instead, there was a calmness, a sense of peace that emanated from him.

Toga motioned for me to join him at his table. As I approached, I could see the curiosity in his eyes, his gaze shifting briefly to where Inuyasha was seated before returning to me. The table was set with an array of dishes, the warm light from the lanterns casting a soft glow over the polished wood and the elegantly arranged food. I settled into a seat beside him.

My gaze shifted toward the empty seat next to Toga, where Sesshomaru would typically sit. Toga, noticing my gaze answered, "Sesshomaru is delayed. He had matters to attend to but should return soon."

I couldn't help but wonder what matters had drawn him away. Was it a new lead in our investigation? I would have to seek him out later and ask. I pondered briefly, curiosity piqued, before refocusing on Toga.

Leaning in, Toga whispered, "What changed with Inuyasha?" His tone was hushed, carrying a mixture of curiosity and concern. His usually composed demeanor was tinged with a hint of urgency, reflecting the weight of his role as both a father and a leader.

I glanced over at Inuyasha, who was laughing with Koga and the other recruits, his face alight with a happiness I had seldom seen. The change in him was palpable, a transformation that went beyond mere physicality. I turned back to Toga, choosing my words carefully.

"It's the result of an incantation I performed," I began softly, ensuring our conversation remained private. "Inuyasha has always struggled with the duality of his nature—the conflict between his human and demon sides. The incantation was designed to bring balance to that struggle, to help him find harmony within himself."

Toga's eyes widened slightly, a spark of understanding and hope flickering in their depths. "And it worked," he murmured, more a statement than a question. He glanced again at Inuyasha, his expression one of deep contemplation.

I nodded. "Yes, it did. The beads you see around his neck are more than just adornments. They are imbued with spiritual energy, a binding spell that helps him maintain control when his demon side threatens to take over. This create a protective aura that keeps his spirit balanced."

Toga leaned back slightly, his gaze thoughtful. "I can see the difference," he admitted, his voice filled with a mix of relief and admiration. "He seems... at peace, more assured of himself."

"That was the intention," I replied, a small smile playing on my lips. "Inuyasha has always had great potential, but his internal struggle has often hindered him. This incantation has helped to unlock that potential, allowing him to embrace his true self without fear or conflict."

Toga nodded slowly, his expression softening with gratitude. "You have done something remarkable, Kagome. Not just for Inuyasha, but for all of us. This change in him... it gives me hope for the future."

I inclined my head, acknowledging his kind words. "Anything for an old friend."

The evening meal progressed with idle discussions about recent changes within the castle grounds regarding the changing seasons. The air was filled with a relaxed camaraderie, and the conversations meandered through various topics, touching on the subtle shifts in the landscape that heralded the arrival of a new season. Despite the uncertainty of the presence skirting the western lands, life within the castle remained relatively unchanged for those who lived there.

Finally, Sesshomaru finally entered the hall, his entrance drawing my attention. He moved with his usual grace and poise through the open doors and towards the front of the room. His eyes scanned the room until they settled on me and there was a subtle, almost imperceptible change in his expression—a softening of his features—as our eyes briefly me before they narrowed and darkened slightly.

Sesshomaru acknowledged his father with a nod before turning his attention to me. "Kagome," he greeted me in his customary composed tone.

"Sesshomaru," I replied, inclining my head in acknowledgment.

He walked around the table, eyeing the seat left empty for him, but instead, he opted to sit in the vacant seat beside me. Toga raised a curious eyebrow before continuing his conversation with those around him.

As he settled next to me, the fabric of his robe brushed against me. As close as he was, I could easily detect the scents from his outing. Cold air, blackened trees and an element that smelled wrong. He had been to the temple.

I brought my attention to back to Sesshomaru, who was appraising me with a curious gaze, a question playing across his face. He leaned in closer, his silver hair cascading over his shoulder, and lowered his voice into a soft whisper.

"Why is it that you smell like Inuyasha?" His tone was calm but carried an undercurrent of confusion and disapproval. The proximity of his voice sent a flutter through me, and I could sense the intensity behind his words.

For a moment, I was taken aback, but I quickly composed myself. "Inuyasha and I had a conversation earlier," I explained, keeping my voice equally low to ensure our privacy. "I performed an incantation to help him balance his human and demon sides. The scent must have lingered."

Sesshomaru's eyes flickered with a mix of understanding and something else—something deeper, perhaps concern or protectiveness. He drew back slightly, his expression thoughtful. His golden eyes seemed to search mine, probing for any hint of deceit or underlying motive. "You have been quite busy," he remarked, his voice neutral but carrying a hint of something unspoken.

"Indeed," I replied, meeting his gaze steadily. "It was necessary."

Sesshomaru's gaze hardened momentarily, a shadow passing over his eyes. "I don't like it," he muttered under his breath, almost as if he didn't want to recognize the admission. His voice was barely audible, but the edge of displeasure was clear.

I couldn't help but chuckle softly to myself. For someone so commanding and in control, he was easy for me to read. Despite his stoic facade, there were moments when his emotions slipped through, revealing the complexity beneath. I leaned in slightly, allowing my amusement to show through a gentle smile.

"Your concern is noted," I said, my tone light yet sincere. "But rest assured, everything I do is for the well-being of those I care about."

Sesshomaru's expression softened marginally, the lines of tension easing from his features. He gave a curt nod, acknowledging my words but not entirely conceding his point. "Very well," he replied, his tone regaining its customary calm. "But be cautious. Not all actions yield the desired results."

I smirked and shifted slightly in my seat, allowing myself to sit closer to Sesshomaru. The fabric of my robe brushed against his, and I leaned up against his side, letting his scent replace the lingering traces of Inuyasha.

Sesshomaru shot me a glance from the corner of his eye but did not pull away. Instead, he relaxed slightly into my touch, his rigid posture softening just enough for me to notice. The warmth of his body against mine was a silent affirmation, a subtle acceptance that spoke louder than words.

A minute later, I pulled away and settled back in my own seat. "Better?" I questioned with a teasing smile, my eyes sparkling with mischief.

Sesshomaru's gaze met mine, and for a brief moment, a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes. His lips twitched, almost forming a smile before his composed mask slipped back into place. "Marginally," he replied, his tone still calm but carrying a hint of warmth. He nodded once, a gesture of acknowledgment and perhaps appreciation, before turning his attention to the meal before us.

I chuckled softly, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having elicited such a reaction from him.

Toga, always the diplomat, noticed a few wayward glances in our direction and smoothly transitioned the conversation.

"In other news," Toga began with a hint of amusement in his voice, "there have been rumors of intriguing developments in our lands. Púcas have been appearing in unexpected places, much to the delight of our residents."

A few advisers chuckled, and I couldn't help but smile at the mention of Púcas—mysterious and mischievous creatures known for their love of pranks and riddles. Their sudden appearances always added an element of whimsy to our lives. The mere thought of them brought a sense of light-heartedness to the room.

A ripple of interest passed through the gathered diners. The Púcas, known for their mischievous and playful nature, were creatures that often brought both joy and chaos in equal measure. Their pranks could range from harmless tricks to more elaborate schemes that left everyone guessing.

Toga continued, "It seems they've taken a liking to the gardens near the southern wing. The children are especially thrilled, treating it as a game to try and spot them."

The mention of the Púcas brought a wave of nostalgic memories. I recalled the times when I, too, had been captivated by their antics, often finding myself drawn into their playful tricks.

Beneath the table, Sesshomaru shifted so that he could press his leg against mine, a gesture that brought a soft smile to my lips. He had been doing a lot more of that recently. Ever since the commotion with Inuyasha, he had been seeking out contact. Heeding to touch me and have me close. All veiled under his guise as the stoic demon.

"Ah, the Púcas," I chimed in. "They do have a way of brightening even the dullest of days with their antics. I've heard reports of them rearranging flower gardens and leaving cryptic messages in the forests."

Inuyasha, who had been listening intently, couldn't resist adding his own thoughts, shouting across the hall. "Yeah, I ran into one the other day. Little rascal tried to challenge me to a riddle duel. I barely escaped with my dignity intact."

Laughter rippled through the room, and even Sesshomaru's lips quirked upward ever so slightly—a rare display of amusement.

Toga continued, "And speaking of unexpected guests, a traveling theatre group recently passed through our lands. Their performances have been a source of entertainment for our residents."

The mention of the theatre group sparked animated discussions among the council members. Tales of the troupe's performances, colorful costumes, and captivating storytelling were enthusiastically shared. The air was filled with excitement as everyone recounted their favorite scenes and characters.

"Did you see their rendition of 'The Tale of the Moon Princess'?" one council member asked, eyes alight with admiration. "It was truly a masterpiece."

Another nodded in agreement. "The costumes were extraordinary, and the way they brought the characters to life was mesmerizing."

As the conversation flowed around us, Sesshomaru's presence beside me remained a constant, reassuring anchor. He continued to press his leg against mine, and every now and then, his arm would brush against me as he conversed with the other members at the table. Each subtle touch was warming, a silent communication that spoke volumes in a room filled with chatter.

Despite the lively discussions, I found my focus drawn back to Sesshomaru time and again. His calm demeanor contrasted with the animated energy around us, but his small gestures of closeness conveyed something else.

"Maybe when all is settled, we should invite the troupe to perform at the castle," I suggested, looking at Toga.

Toga nodded thoughtfully. "An excellent idea, Kagome. I will see to it that they are invited. Their performances would indeed add a touch of magic to our celebrations."

As we delved into lighthearted anecdotes and shared stories of Púcas and theatrical performances, the atmosphere at the table grew more relaxed. It was a reminder that even in the midst of our serious endeavors, there were moments of joy and connection to be found in the Western Lands.

And so, as the evening wore on, we found solace in the camaraderie of our allies, the shared laughter, and the knowledge that no matter the challenges we faced, we could always find moments of respite and unity in each other's company.