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Sheltered under the the wide branches of the tree she leaned against, eyes remained lost in the down pour fogging the view of the cherry blossoms ready to sprout. Not even the peace of the upcoming spring could ease her knowing of her mistake.

Or more so, the mistake of her existence. For now her solitude and away from her feudal friends is what she needed, and from the others.

Sighing under her breath, Kagome rested the back of her head against the tree. Inuyasha was probably aware she had sneaked out of the camp at this dark hour, but he knew better now to come and get her. Especially when her emotions were all over the place. She had a feeling the others that had joined them were also aware she had left. It would not take long enough for at least one of them to come and get her in fear she would run away.

She scoffed at the idea. Her? Run?

“You should head back to the camp site, Kagome-sama.”

Speak of the devil. Kagome’s brows furrowed as she kept her eyes closed. “‘Sama’?” She repeated. Straightening out her head, she turned to face the long brunette haired male with icy hues wearing what she recognized to be a Shinsengumi robe now drenched by the rain. His hand to the hilt of his sword near his hip, Kagome took another second to read his aura.

Calm.

“Were you told to come and get me…,” her eyes narrowed in thought.

“Izuminokami.”

Ah, that’s right. She nodded, remembering that remembering their complicated names was going to be a challenge. Especially when their names were the names of historical Japanese swords. And that was what irked her, the men who had joined her friends during their search for the shards were Izuminokami’s unit. They were all swords who Izuminokami had explained to have been brought to life by Saniwa.

Kagome shook her head at the thought of them being swords. The worst part was their mission was to eliminate anything that was in the way of history or in this case, anything that would cause a change.

In her current case, Izuminokami claimed they were after her.

“You will catch a cold.” Izuminokami spoke. “It is best you head back, Kagome-sama.”

“Why would you guys care how my health turns out?” She scoffed as she directed her focus on the rain. “Aren’t you and your unit here to eliminate me?”

Izuminokami remained silent. There was not much to say. They had come with orders to eliminate the girl who would be the cause of a major historical change, but his unit, upon meeting her, could not do it. It brought a heated debate, especially with Mutsunokami who could not believe the girl from the future could cause harm when she was trying her hardest to fix the wrongs she did.

The order they had been given was now delayed due to his brewing doubts he held. The priestess had proved herself to be a strong being that would cause a waste to the world.

“The others are worried for you.” Izuminokami replied.

“What about you?” Kagome questioned, taking another look at his drenched hair. She cracked a small smile, “swords also can get sick, right?”

Shrugging, Izuminokami took a few steps towards the tree to take in the shade. “Perhaps. Never really dealt with sickness since I was taken in by Saniwa.”

Kagome nodded, focus now drifting forward. “Saniwa, huh…?” Letting the rain fill in the silence, Kagome noticed the lake ahead rippling nonstop. “Do you think…if I returned back to my era now…history would be untouched?”

His eyes remained glued on her guilt.

“Am I causing harm?” She scoffed at herself, “and here I thought taking responsibility for my own mistakes would be helping. I gave it some thought, and my own stubbornness wanted to convince me that you guys were wrong, but…,” she slowly turned her guilty smile towards Izuminokami, “perhaps I really don’t belong here.”

Izuminokami exhaled as he turned his head to face the lake. Her distance from the group now made sense. Perfect sense. Slowly slipping out his Shinsengumi robe, he placed it over the girl’s shoulders.

Kagome blinked as her fingers touched the baby blue silk before looking up at the brunette.

“You’re going to catch a cold, Kagome-sama; it’s best you get some proper warmth.” 

She blinked again, “this…is wet already.”

Cheeks heating, Izuminokami turned his back to the girl. “I-I know that! I am trying to help, okay? I’m not good with consoling people.”

Her eyes lowered to the silk once more; Izuminokami sneaked a peek of the girl from his shoulder. Her had come to a conclusion. Not an easy one, but one he knew would put his unit in jeopardy. It wouldn’t be long before the other units arrived to “fix” the issue.

For now, Izuminokami had decided to keep an eye on her. If anything would go out of course in history, he would kill her that second, but for now, he wanted nothing more than to see her blossom and hopefully Saniwa find a way to save her.