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But as the hours dragged on, the night remained as calm as ever. From the open window, the last cold, dry gasp of winter rattled through the slats of the shutters. Turning over onto her side in the plush futon, Kagome scowled. Her fingers drummed impatiently on the tatami beside her bed, as she wondered

Kanakos face scrunched up like she wanted to argue, but at Kagomes stern look, the waif relented with a frown. Hai, Kagome-sama, she said as she bowed, and scampered off to do as she was told. When the bath was drawn and steaming, Kagome stepped behind the changing screen, which was large enough to shield

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Night yawned through the open door. The glint of the stars seemed to mock Kagome as she glared after Ren long after hed vanished from sight. The first step shed taken in pursuit of him had been met with a heavy answering one from the guard behind her, and shed grumbled, So thats how its

On the mainland of Japan, Ren reinvented himself. As a lizard sloughs off its dead skin, so too did he shed himself of his native dialect, his scrapping island ways. He elevated his outward habits. He practiced bushido in secret and deepened his skill with the sword. He studied theater to refine his speech, history

The House of Mizuno was ever chill and dark. An island unto itself, even in this rocky, water-locked waste. Blasted relentlessly by the sea in storm, the great house clung to the crags forever creaking and straining, whether the weather was ill or not. Like an old man on gnarled legs, it shivered and groaned

Well, my dear, Ren said smugly as he entered the room. Striding straight up to Rin, he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him, his wolfish smile fixing on Kagome instead. Have you shared the good news with her yet? Stiff with surprise, Rin looked to Kagome, at a loss. Just

Kagome lost count of how many more days she passed in isolation. In vain. The miko felt herself withering from within. This was a waiting game, she had decided. A battle of attrition. Ren couldnt keep her locked up like this forever. But just how long could he? It wasnt that Kagome couldnt escape. But

Suspended in a strange mixture of lethargy and agitation, Kagome endured her days of solace in the locked palace room. Grudgingly, she assumed the mindset shed been forced to adopt countless times during her adventures to collect the fragments of the Shikon Jewel: namely, the mindset of the kidnappé. It had been a long time,