InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ Virgin No More ( Chapter 28 )

Chapter Twenty-Eight:

Virgin No More

The village was fairly busy today. Many merchants and traders were out on the street selling various foods and exotic materials, assuring each passerby that their product was something special, something they needed in their own household.

Yamiko walked through the village quietly, stewing over the results of the contest between him and InuYasha.

His fists clenched.

He kicked a rock, grinding his teeth in anger. There was no way in hell he was going to let this go. His food had definitely been better than that slop the mutt had created.

All morning his mood had gone from sour to down right dark, and the whispers and stares from the villagers didn't help at all. Though they kept their voices low, he could hear them crystal clear, as thought they were shouting in his ears. Women near the village whispered behind their hands as he walked.

"It's a real shame about his face," one woman whispered.

"Aye, he used to have such a handsome face," another woman sighed.

Yamiko growled low under his breath, turning his scarred face slightly away from the gawking village people.

Had they nothing better to do than gossip about his face?

Cracking his clawed hands in irritation, he leapt up into the surrounding trees. Leaping from tree top to tree top, Yamiko put distance between him and the village as fast as possible. Every time he thought of the scar on his face, it brought boiling anger back to the surface. Lashing out at the large amount of the trees, he severed dozen after dozen of tree branches with his sharp claws, yellow eyes tinting red.

When he had exhausted the worst of his anger, he stopped and took a deep breath.

Dropping down to the forest floor next to a river, Yamiko tried to calm himself.

Reaching up, he traced the scar marring his features in anger; remembering the male that had put it there, wanting nothing more than to kill him all over again.

That fucking bastard.

Body shaking with anger, he lashed out again; punching a gaping hole into a nearby oak tree. The tree swayed once before toppling over onto the forest floor with a loud crash, taking down several smaller trees along the way.

The sound of the tree falling gave him on a bit of satisfaction.

He sighed.

There was really no help for it. That bastard was dead, and his scar still remained.

Suddenly a flash of red and silver caught his eye. He knew the identity of the person just by scent alone.

InuYasha.

Anger returned.

Where was that mutt going in such a hurry?

Yamiko followed at a distance, traveling down wind in an effort to avoid detection. After a few minutes, it was clear to Yamiko that the mutt seemed to be headed back in the direction of the village he had just left.

Curious, Yamiko continued to follow.

InuYasha landed on the outskirts of the village and stood there as if reluctant to take a step further. Yamiko waited impatiently from behind a large oak tree. Standing straighter with his head held high, InuYasha walked into the village, Yamiko following at a distance.

Bracing himself for the whispers he was surely about to be subjected to, Yamiko tried to keep his anger in check. He was surprised however to see that not one person commented about his face.

Whispers were all over the village, but not about his scar.

"Half-breed," one male whispered to his son.

"Disgrace to the inu Youkai clan," another woman whispered to her companion who nodded in agreement.

InuYasha growled low in his throat but continued to walk.

"Such a shame to be so handsome and yet bear the taint of impure blood," the woman's companion whispered back.

Both women nodded in agreement.

InuYasha walked over to one of the many vendors selling fruit. The man at the stand stood in front of the fruit, arms crossed in an unfriendly fashion.

InuYasha's brow ticked in annoyance.

"I ain't got time for this shit, either sell it or don't. I ain't in the mood for this today," he said to the seller.

The man stood there for a moment before saying," Aye, fine, the usual price,"

InuYasha reached into the sleeve of his red kimono and pulled out a small pouch and tossed it at the man. Catching the pouch the man took a brief peek inside before closing it and turning to the fruit. He put a few pieces of the yellow fruit into a bag and handed it to InuYasha, who promptly snatched the bag and stomped away from the man, heading towards the forest.

Yamiko followed him out, whispers of 'half-breed' following them both.

It would seem they both had something in common than hatred for each other.

They approached a large green hill littered with wild flowers. In a spot clear of flowers, InuYasha took a seat, opened the bag, fished out a plump fruit and began eating.

"Why the hell have you been following me?" he asked with a mouth full of fruit.

Yamiko snorted.

"As if I'd waste my time following someone like you around," Yamiko said walking towards InuYasha.

Taking a seat next to him, he reached into the bag and took a piece of fruit and began to eat. InuYasha eyed him quietly as he took another bite of fruit. They sat in silence for a while, eating fruit and watching the clouds roll by.

"Why do you come here knowing what is in store for you?" Yamiko asked quietly.

InuYasha finished his fruit and tossed the seed a distance away. Looking up at the sky, a cool breeze ruffled his hair.

His eyes softened, seemingly sad before turning fierce.

"No one dictates my life. I was born a half-breed and will die a half-breed. I cannot change that, nor would I want to. Nor can anyone else change it. I don't give a shit if I'm accepted or not. If the only thing a person cares about is stupid shit like breeding, looks and social standing, then I don't want no fucker like that around me in the first place. I'm better off. They got no right to judge anybody, and I damn sure ain't going to let their stupidity get to me,"

To his surprise, Yamiko understood and could relate to what he was saying.

A month ago, he would have scuffed at InuYasha's words, would have dismissed them as garbage and then stated that looks and breed were everything.

Not now though.

Since his scar, people that at one time had ogled and praised him for his looks, now shunned him. He had wondered why people had changed so. Now he realized, they had not changed at all. They had always been that way; he had just been too blind to see it and yes, a bit too pigheaded and arrogant to see it.

Yamiko lay back in the grass, hands behind his head, watching the clouds drift by at slow, lazy pace.

They definitely had more in common now.

It was strange, sitting here eating fruit with a man he had regarded as his enemy minutes before and yet it seemed…natural somehow.

Yamiko closed his eyes.

"Do not think for a moment that our competition is over, half-breed," he said, eyes still closed.

InuYasha snorted, lying back as well.

"Dream on ugly. It ain't over, not by a long shot," InuYasha returned.

Though insults were tossed, neither male took offense. To both males, again, it was no doubt strange and yet to them it just felt…natural.

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Her heart was pounding in her chest, blood crashing through her veins. Sesshomaru once more ravished her mouth while his fingers slipped between her thighs. Kagome moaned against his lips, sliding her hands down his naked back and into his hakama. Firm buttocks greeted her exploring hands.

Unable to help herself Kagome squeezed both cheeks, earning a low growl of approval from Sesshomaru.

His kisses grew deep, aggressive, leaving Kagome breathless and dazed.

As his finger worked between her legs, Kagome felt pressure building, spreading slowly throughout her body. Tearing her mouth from Sesshomaru's, Kagome moaned aloud.

Sesshomaru attacked her neck, sliding his long tongue up her neck to her ear.

Nibbling softly, he increased the pressure and speed of his fingers.

Kagome closed her eyes tightly as the pressure became unbearable, bringing the pleasure up to a fevered pitch. She was on the very edge, on the edge of the cliff ready for the final push over into pure bliss.

That fall never came.

Wet fingers withdrew, leaving her unsatisfied and achy.Kagome moaned in angry disappointment, pushing her hips upwards, trying to find his fingers. Sesshomaru chuckled against her ear.

Kagome's aura spiked in irritation; clashing against his own aura. She'd had to work up so much courage to ask for this and considering how doggedly he had pursued her, she didn't see why he would stop now.

"Why did you stop?" she hissed in anger, breasts heaving with exertion.

Nuzzling her neck he whispered, "You will give this Sesshomaru pleasure first."

"Could you not have told me this after you let me….finish?" she asked with a fierce blush.

"Nay. This Sesshomaru has given you pleasure time after time again, is it not fair that he should be entitled to the same?" he asked as he licked her collar bone, an amused smile on his face.

Kagome closed her eyes and stroked his hair as he kissed her neck.

"That's because you ambush me at every turn. Besides…I've never...I don't know how to…"

"I will instruct you," he mumbled against her lips.

With one more passionate kiss to her kiss swollen lips, Sesshomaru rolled onto his back. Kagome sat up on her knees, not sure what to do.

Lazy amber eyes took in the woman before him. Her dark hair tumbled about her body, lush lips a becoming crimson, her soft flesh pink with passion.

"The hakama. Remove them."

Kagome shuffled over to him on her knees. His white hakama had a huge bulge tenting it. A bit amazed by it, Kagome reached out to touch it. With one finger, she gave it a poke then looked up at Sesshomaru for his reaction. He lay holding himself up on his elbows, one silver brow arched.

Kagome blushed and turned back to his hakama.

Moving up to the tied obi, she untied the knot, releasing the hold on his hakama. Slowly, Kagome rolled the silken material down.

His cock sprang free, large, long and hard.

Eyes wide, Kagome paused, hakama forgotten.

"The hakama, woman. Remove them completely," Sesshomaru reminded her.

Hesitating a moment, Kagome pulled the hakama off, eyes glued to the raging hardness, lying harmlessly against his abdomen.

"Touch me," he commanded next.

Scooting up towards his hip, Kagome reached out and grazed the underside with her finger tips, amazed at the texture of it. Sesshomaru hissed in a breath at the first touch.

"Take it into your hand, woman."

Kagome softly wrapped her hand around the base.

"Harder," he whispered, eyes closed.

Nibbling her lip worriedly, Kagome tightened her hand, hoping she wouldn't hurt him. It was a shade darker than his skin, swollen and the tip was a deep red. She relaxed when he hissed in pleasure.

"Stroke me,"

Slowly, Kagome started a leisured pace. Up and down. It was like silk over steel. She watched Sesshomaru's face for signs of displeasure or discomfort. There were none. Sesshomaru, in fact had begun to move his hips, pushing his hips towards her hand. Deep, low growls emitted from his chest.

His claws plucked the black silk sheets.

Kagome had to admit, giving Sesshomaru pleasure, watching ecstasy crash over his face, it was pretty….well….hot.

Was this how he felt when he gave her pleasure?

If it was, then she could understand why he ambushed her so much.

Thinking back to his ambushes, a thought occurred to her. Sesshomaru often kissed her…down there. What if she did the same to him?

Would it feel as incredible for him as it did for her?

Hesitantly, Kagome leaned down and ran her tongue over the head. Sesshomaru shot up on his elbows, eyes tinted red. Kagome stopped, not sure if she had done something wrong.

"Do not stop," he commanded in a distorted voice.

Part of his voice was dominated by a growl like that of a beast; the rough guttural words sent shivers down her spine. Kagome began to stroke, setting a steady pace before leaning down to run her tongue over the head of his dick again.

Sesshomaru fell back onto the bed.

"Fuck, " he hissed under his breath.

Liking his reaction, Kagome licked down the shaft then back up to the head. Softly, her mouth closed over the angry red tip. Sesshomaru growled, reaching down to grab a hand full of her hair and forced her mouth to take in more of him.

Kagome sucked down as much as she could, stroking the rest she couldn't with her hand. Sesshomaru let out an almost inaudible moan.

The taste of him was indescribable.

Salty male goodness.

Kagome flicked her tongue over the head then sucked. Sesshomaru let out a deep groan and released her head in favor of once more raking his nails over the black silken sheets. Kagome increased her pace.

With her other hand, Kagome reached down and cupped the heavy ball sack in her palms, stroking her thumb over the soft skin.

Finally, Sesshomaru could take no more.

In a flash of movement, Kagome found herself on her back and a large horny demon leering over her. His lips crashed down on hers as he positioned himself between her thighs.

Kagome's moan was smothered under his lips as he ground his hips hard against her own. She pushed her hips upwards, wanting more, needing more. Kagome grabbed hold of his buttocks and squeezed, pulling him harder against her. The feel of him, the incredible heat and friction sent her over the edge.

“Ohhhh, yessss,” she moaned against his mouth, body quivering in climax.

Before she could even recover, she felt him probing at the entrance of the very core of her. Apprehension seized her.

Was this really what she wanted? Her mind questioned frantically.

As if sensing the way her thoughts were going, Sesshomaru's hips surged forward in one sure thrust, making the decision for her.

Kagome opened her mouth in a silent gasp. She felt as if she were being torn in two. Digging her nails into Sesshomaru's shoulders, Kagome closed her eyes tight, trying to accommodate the foreign organ stretching her to impossible lengths.

Sesshomaru clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, trying not to thrust wildly into the tightly clenched body beneath him. He was halfway in, just deep enough to pierce her maidenhead. How he long to shove himself completely inside and pound deep and hard inside her. Leaning down, Sesshomaru ran his tongue over one of her nipples, earning a soft moan from the woman under him.

Swirling his tongue in a slow, lazy motion, Sesshomaru watched for her reaction. The pain filled expression was easing into that of a pleasure. Suckling the nipple, he took the bud in between his teeth, and then ran his tongue over the captured nipple.

Hot liquid covered his shaft. Sesshomaru groaned, the heat and wetness almost enough to steal his control.

Releasing her nipple, he softly kissed her lips, running his lips over a stray tear.

“Are you alright?” he questioned softly.

Kagome moved, an upward thrust of her hips, pushing him in deeper.

“Yes,” she whispered breathlessly against his sensitive ear, “take me, Sesshomaru,”

Sesshomaru bent down and captured her lips in a rough kiss, slowly moving his hips, setting a slow and easy pace, pushing himself inside deeper with each thrust. Kagome whimpered against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck, returning the kiss just as roughly.

Burying his hands in her hair, Sesshomaru attacked her neck, biting a bit harder than intended but unable stop himself. Kagome didn't seem to mind. Seemed to enjoy the ardor, quite a bit judging from the long, loud moans tumbling from her mouth.

Kagome's mind went blank.

All she could do was feel.

God did she feel.

He was inside her, wrapped around her; no part of her was left untouched. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Nothing she had ever dreamed of. Never in her wildest imaginings of doing this had she ever thought she could feel this way.

So completely possessed by a male.

Reaching down she squeezed his ass again. Kagome had never thought she'd have a fascination with such a thing, but neither did she ever think she'd be doing this with Lord Sesshomaru of all people.

It didn't matter anymore. At the moment, nothing mattered.

Kagome cried out in ecstasy as Sesshomaru picked up the pace, slamming into her in a most delicious way. She raked her nails down Sesshomaru's back sweaty back, his long locks caught in the action.

Releasing her hair, he moved his hands down to her breasts, tweaking the hardened nipples before rubbing the pads of his fingers in a circular motion around them rotating his hips. His groin met her clit on each thrust.

Kagome thought she would lose it right then and there. Her eyes rolled back, toes curling.

“Sesshomarrrruuuuu, oh my God yesssss,”

Strong clawed hands lifted her thighs, bring them up and open. Kagome's head thrashed, her hands griping the sheets tightly as he shifted her body. Wet flesh against flesh, the sound an auditory aphrodisiac.

From a great distance, she thought she heard a door open.

Another day, another time, Kagome would have been concerned, but right now, at that every moment, she felt as though she would die if they stopped. Unwilling and unable to spare it a another thought, Kagome dismissed it in favor of the growling, pounding male above her.

Leaning up, she licked his ear, nibbling it softly.

“Oh yes, oh yes,” she mumbled against his ears, lips smashed wetly against his flesh, “more, more, more, more, please, yesssss,”

Sesshomaru shuddered, snarling against her throat, lunging against her, groin rubbing over her sensitive clit.

Kagome closed her eyes tight, mouth open in a silent scream.

Sesshomaru shifted to watch her face, enjoying the unfurling ecstasy that crossed her face and lit up her brown eyes. Leaning down Sesshomaru flicked his tongue over her nipple in time with his thrusts

It was too much for her. Orgasm roared through her.

Kagome came on a loud scream, sweaty body twitching, toes curling.

Sesshomaru moaned silently as her muscles clamped down on him. Kagome seemed out of her mind with pleasure. Eyes closed, she thrust her hips hard and frantically against his, moaning his name over and over as another orgasm over took her.

The heat of her cum, the friction between them, the complete tightness of her body was too much for even him.

His orgasm crashed through him.

On a loud roar, he came.

Hard.

Harder than he ever had in his entire life. Black spots dance before his eyes. He felt weak and exhausted, sated and turned on. Sesshomaru collapsed on top of her, his hips moving slowly as if unable to stop as ripple after ripple milked his shaft.

His body trembled as he thrust slowly and deliberately, trying to extend the pleasure for them both.

Finally, with another shudder, he stopped, unable to take anymore.

"Fuck," he whispered against her ear, chest heaving from exertion.

Kagome lay beneath him, as lifeless as a rag doll. She seemed, shocked. Shocked and satisfied. Sesshomaru chuckled at the expression on her flushed face as he leaned down and kissed her swollen lips.

Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled, pulling her atop him. She lay there, eyes heavily lidded. Blinking twice before falling asleep.

Sesshomaru traced his fingers lazily up and down her soft back. He himself was on the edge of sleep. It was a first for him. He had never had an orgasm take such a toll on him before. Even the beast inside him was exhausted.

He had no intention what so ever of letting her go. He had promised not say anything about what had gone on here today, however, there were ways to tell without actually saying anything. Sesshomaru smiled. Before this week was done, Kagome would be his mate, whether she liked it or not.

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Toramaru sat in his chair, half listening to the proceedings.

His mind was a million miles away.

He kept seeing InuTaisho in his mind. Over and over he went through every angle, analyzing his dream from this morning, trying to figure out what had triggered it. Was there something InuTaisho needed him to do? Was his brother trying to contact him from beyond the grave?

He couldn't understand it; couldn't make any sense of it.

What had InuTaisho needed to tell him?

"It is agreed. We shall wait another three days before we dispatch the group," Elder Kiji said.

Toramaru turned his attention back to the issues at hand. The group they had dispatched to retrieve the suspected members of the Evil Six had not returned. The protocol for such occurrences was to dispatch a retrieval group to investigate the disappearance of the first group. However, these were extraordinary times, and this protocol could not be used in this situation.

The group they would dispatch would consist of: Lord Sesshomaru, Lord Yamiko, Lord Sarinji, and Lady Kagome. Their goal would be to not only investigate the disappearances, but to find the remaining amulets.

The Elders had argued for some time over whether or not they should allow a woman to go out on such a dangerous mission, but after looking at every angle and analyzing every scenario and possible outcome, they had all agreed that she was needed in order to find the amulets. With all three of the Territory Lords with her, she would surely be protected.

Decision made, the meeting concluded and Toramaru walked back to Sesshomaru room to inform him of the decision.

Once more his thought went back to his dream. So distracted, he did not hear the noises coming from his nephew's room before it was too late. He had barely opened the door but it was enough to give him an eye full.

Surprised, he closed the door and stood in the hall for a moment.

Well, well, well, it seemed as though Lady Kagome had made her choice.

He chuckled in amusement.

So this was the way it was to be?

He shrugged as he walked. She was good match for Sesshomaru. She challenged him in ways even seasoned soldiers would not dare to. It would not be easy for Sesshomaru to run all over her, nor would he get bored with the constant challenge to his authority.

He was really quite pleased with the way things were going. With Lady Kagome mated to Sesshomaru the Western lands would expand. They would have the military numbers and land of the Northern lands and stabilize their position as the top Territory in Japan. The four Territories would be shaved down to three.

He could not have been happier with this new turn of events.

Making his way outside, Toramaru smiled at the beautiful sight. The sun was beginning to set over the horizon; bathing the dark blue sky in bright shades of orange, pink and red. It was like something from a painting.

Simply beautiful.

Despite the trouble brewing, times like these made him feel like all was right in the world; that there was such a thing as peace on earth.

Maybe not at this time, but one day soon.

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A dark light shot from the cup and into the sky, bathing it in a dark, toxic mist. Birds dropped dead from the sky, killed instantly by the toxic fumes. Khaos picked one up and chewed the head off lazily as he watched the group once more feed their energy into the golden goblet.

After disposing of the rest of the soldiers who had not been fortunate enough to escape with their lives, Mahdness, Tourcher, Ehvil and Ahgony had resumed their ritual, starting from square one.

They'd been at it for nearly two hours now. The ritual was nearly complete.

Khaos for one was glad for it.

Once this was done, they could go pick up Vishious' woman and at last free Vishious from his prison. When that was complete, true terror would reign supreme. None would be able to stop them. His mouth watered thinking of all the people he would be able to maim, torture and eat; the chaos he wanted reek upon the world.

It made him hard just thinking about it.

He had waited so long, had been so fucking patient.

He was out of patience.

He could practically hear the screams in his ears, smell the fresh blood and sickening scent of death. He could see ragging fires burning anything and everything to the ground. It was a glorious sight to behold.

At least in his mind it was.

Shuffling from foot to foot with impatience, he shuffled over to the group and leaned over Tourcher's head.

"How long is this gonna take? Shit," he complained as he finished off the rest of the bird.

Tourcher's brow twitched.

"Do not complain. If you cannot keep your mouth closed we cannot concentrate," Tourcher replied.

Temper instantly flaring, Khaos stomped over to another dead bird, picked it up and bit into the soft belly. A trail of blood slipped down the corner of his mouth. Suddenly he stopped chewing, and pain erupted in the heads of all five males.

The black light completely receded.

'I WANT HIM DEAD!'

Vishious' roar was earsplitting, more violent than any of them had ever experienced in their life. His aura choking. The area around them rumbled, and lightening thundered over head, striking the ground and burning holes into the forest floor.

Vishious got angry at times, but never to this extent.

The group of five were shocked to say the least. Usually, Vishious only open one telepathic pathway at once; this was not the case however.

Not only was he communicating with Tourcher, Mahdness, Ahgony, Ehvil and Khaos, but the telepathic connection to two other people were felt. Brother Vishious had on more than one occasion spoken to them of Naraku and Kagura so they assumed those were the two individuals.

Tourcher recovered enough to ask, 'What's wrong brother Vishious?'

'THAT BEAST! THAT FUCKING DOG HAS TAKEN WHAT BELONGS TO ME!'

Tourcher held his head in his hands. It felt as though his head would split in two at any moment.

'I WANT THIS RITUAL FINISHED NOW! WE WILL MOVE NOW! I WANT SESSHOMARU WIPED FROM THE FACE OF THE EARTH BY THIS YEAR'S END!'

Just as suddenly as it had begun, Vishious severed the connection.

Khaos wiped the blood from his ears, while Ehvil wiped blood from his nose. Mahdness, Ahgony and Tourcher's eyes had begun to bleed. Tourcher took a breath and once more began to feed his energy into the goblet.

"This ritual needs to be completed before night fall tomorrow," Tourcher said.

Without a word, the others followed suit. And though only four individuals were need for the ritual, Khaos sat down and also began to feed his dark energy into the goblet. As their energies combined and collected inside the goblets, the dark light once more shot into the sky and the dark mist began to spread.

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Naraku picked himself up from the ground; blood ran from his ears and nose.

Fuck.

He had never heard Vishious so pissed before. What the hell had happened to send him into such a rage like that he wondered. Taking a kerchief from his hakama, he wiped his nose and ears clean before carrying on.

How did he ever get caught up in this shit anyway?

He sighed.

Didn't really matter how anymore now did it?

There was no way out that he could foresee. But at the same time, he didn't really want out. Besides having to put up with Vishious' occasional bull shit, and being torn apart by the summoning ritual, things weren't too bad off for him. He was stronger than he could ever remember being.

That was more than enough for one such as him. He had always craved power. Almost as much as killing; if he stuck with Vishious he would surely continue to increase in power.

Though he had to wonder, what had set Vishious off that way?

He knew Vishious hated Lord Sesshomaru or all Inu Youkai in general for that matter, with a passion but never had that hatred reached this height before. Not to the point of losing control. It was disturbing the say the least. He hope to hell Vishious never directed such fury towards him.

Lying on the ground a few feet ahead of him was a female.

Just his luck, this would surely make up for the family he hadn't been able to butcher. He walked a bit faster towards the body on the ground. Squatting down to his haunches, Naraku took a fist full of the short dark hair, pulled the woman up to face him. His crimson eyes widened in surprise before going soft with dark amusement.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Kagura."

Eyes and ears bleeding, Kagura opened her eyes.

"Wake the fuck up bitch," he commanded, throwing her back to the ground, "We've things to do."

Kagura had received the worst of Vishious' anger no doubt. Having been created by Vishious himself, she was more connected to him than anyone else.

As if he cared.

"You must be Naraku," a voice said.

Turning towards the tree line near the castle a woman appeared from the shadows.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked.

"I am Kurai. You are correct, there are thing that need to be done. Let us begin, yes?"

Kagura lay on the forest floor, sickened to her very soul. Vishious had everything well planned out and because of her help, things were moving so damn smoothly. Soon, Vishious would be free and Kagome would be in his grasp.

She wished it were not so, she prayed that somehow, someway, that Vishious' plans failed.

If not, Kagura knew she would be forced to betray her friend over and over again, like she had already.

Her heart ached, and her head pounded.

It was times like this that she really, really prayed for death.

How could she betray Kagome this way again?

How could she not?

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