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Inuyasha was at a river bank relaxing for a change, he didn't want to keep walking and since there was no one in sight, human nor demon he decided to take a break. He was now traveling alone once in awhile encountering demons or humans but each with the same goal of eliminating him due to his half demon half human blood. He didn't really care though, he would loose them quickly and not a single one of their horrid comments hurt him since he knew there was somebody who loved him no matter what, his mother. He suddenly heard something behind him, Is it another demon? He thought as he kept hearing the noise get closer and closer but his nose wasn't saying it was another demon, it was a human. He stayed silent hoping that they would leave but sadly that wasn't the case, after a few moments the human appeared before him, "What do you want?" he asked.

Memories have never meant this much to you, she catches herself thinking, so why do you come back to these empty walls and lost voices? She knows there is nothing left for her here, and she chastises herself accordingly for coming back to this place of only sour memories, yet it is as though she has become possessed by the past and finds herself back here over and over again.  The last time she had set foot on the grounds of Lord Kagawaki’s long-abandoned castle, she had been discovered by that vengeful wolf and his bothersome new weapon.  This time?  She knows not what she hopes to achieve through coming here, though, here she is regardless, a small and insignificant dot amidst the backdrop of fading, tainted grandeur. The steps she walks up in the front are familiar, but with uneasy cracks in the woodwork.  There are two slashes in them from where Sesshomaru’s strike from Tokijin had landed and destroyed a fair bit of the facade, and she finds herself half-smirking as she passes through this wreckage.  On that night, Naraku had disappeared from the world - unknown to all his enemies that he had actually taken up residence at Mount Hakuei.  Kagura had known, of course - she had been exiled to the center of the mountain along with the rest of his demons, unable to tread through the purifying aura of the mountain.  It had been one of the unpleasant lows of her times in servitude: at least when she had been able to fly, she could taste some semblance of freedom.  That way, however, she had been reminded physically of her confinement, eternally forced to look upon the walls of the restrictive grasp her creator had held over her heart. Now, though, she pauses - and at a most peculiar point, at that.  She stands in the corridor with her hand hovering over the sliding door to one of the rooms, and she confuses herself as she slides it open to reveal nothing but four barren walls and a dusty wooden floor.  Her face turns contemplative: this room had been Kohaku’s when he had remained here with them.  But, why had she chosen to stop here? She crosses over the threshold, and crosses her arms under her breasts as she pauses in the center of the small room.  Odd: for some reason, it feels as though she’s entered the room of her child again after he’s gone off to marry and live elsewhere.  Ah, but what is she thinking?  Kagura is not a sentimental creature - and she has no intention of changing her patterns now.

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Maka blinked slightly unsure of what to think of these newcomers. "It's very... interesting... to meet both of you.."