I found a few mistakes as I went back to re-read my chapters. Two in particular….in the first chapter Inuyasha tells Kagome, "Come back from where you came" hahahaha….it should be go back! Unless she came from where Inuyasha was standing lmao and in the second chapter I wrote 'one of the sister's defended.' There should be no possessive. Please feel free to correct me; it's always funny to come across mistakes like these hehe...constructive criticism is always a plus for me. Anyhow, here's another chapter my little grasshoppers. Enjoy.

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Kagome struggled to keep the loose flaps of clothing from flying off of her thin body. It had been quite some time since she had traveled this far up into the air without the protection that an airplane provided. Oh how sweet a first class flight from the Western Lands to the Eastern lands might have felt; sitting against the cushioned seats that the Otunga Flights offered, sipping wine as she stared out the window. Many a time had she found herself in such a situation, wandering from one city to the next for her traveling husband. Having married Hojo had been a hard decision for her. Unfortunately, she knew that she had never been the wife he had expected her to be. He, working long hard days at the office to keep her draped in the gold and silver jewelry as he tried to replace the empty feeling between them, and she, underestimating the love that he felt for his bride, moped around the house with no care for his affection. As much as Hojo desired children, he never asked his wife. He was gullible and sweet, but never a fool. He knew she did not love him. So it was that he had died without the honor of having fathered children. Kagome remembered him with the care and affection of a long time friend, but it had almost been five years since that fateful day in which she felt the chains of fate break. She was free in a guilty remorseful sense, but free nonetheless.

She felt invincible as she held on to Sesshoumaru's kimono, something she had never dreamed she would be allowed to do without having her arms sliced off. He had changed; still quiet as usual but she noticed something in the manner which he carried himself and spoke. In the way he had addressed her and she could have sworn she saw a slight smirk of happiness brew on either corners of his mouth. Magical, she thought to herself, Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru must have undergone a damn spell and switched personalities. She half laughed at the possibility, but something inside her invaded her thoughts with a sadness that soon prevailed over her calm mood. "Don't cry," Sesshoumaru comforted in a strangely strict manner. "That wouldn't make Rin very happy. I like to keep her happy." His passive aggressive threat sent chills down Kagome's spine and she nodded. Ah, Good Old Sesshoumaru. Finally someone makes me feel at home again. She smiled widely and although his back was obviously turned towards her as they flew to his castle, she sensed a warm smile cross his lips as well.

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The servants scurried around the large dinner table busily setting up the silverware and decorations for tonight's feast. Sango and Miroku were already settled in neatly in their seats awaiting for Inuyasha's arrival at the table. Food was spread about the center of the table, displayed in a most scrumptious manner. Golden plump bread rolls were displayed in a basket, the butter running down in a delightful manner. Next to them sat seven pies, each more appealing than the next. Eyeing them from her spot, Sango could already tell that they were the usual. Blueberry, strawberry, lime, apple, banana, cherry, and her ultimate favorite: enchanticress. This was the rare fruit that filed at the edge of the forest during winter. Such a delicacy could appease the taste buds of even the most discriminating chef. Now her eyes sauntered over to the meaty flank that was to be the main course tonight. What demon or beast could it be this time? It did not look appealing to her at all and yet why would it? This was Inuyasha's meal, not hers. Miroku and Sango were to eat the pies, the bread, and the small turkey that was brought in every night. They both watched the servants bring the remainder of the items to the table and as soon as it was set up, one of the servants approached the old couple. "I am afraid that the master will not be dining tonight. He is not feeling well." Miroku nodded, noticing a clear scratch mark on the servant's face that Lord Inuyasha had no-doubtedly made.

"Sango," the houshi whispered. "Sango have you any idea what's wrong with Inuyasha? He always has an appetite." The old woman shifted in her chair. "Maybe it was the old woman, Miroku. I wonder what she must have said to him." The retired monk pecked her on the cheek and as if a thunder bolt had struck him, he straightened his back in the chair and widened his eyes. "Do you think that old woman could possibly! No, it couldn't be…could it!?"

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