Chapter 40

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WOW! (≧▽≦)
Chapter 40!
This story has progressed amazingly I reckon, but this story probably wouldn't have gotten this far if it weren't for all the nice comments I've gotten from you guys! Thank you all and I this story will be finishing in the next chapter or two.

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Tomoe's P.O.V

W h e r e   i s   s h e ?

I ran out of the shrine.

W h e r e   i s   s h e ?

Glided down the stone stairs onto the bustling streets.

W h e r e   i s   s h e ?

Pushed past annoyed strangers, eyes scanned for one familiar face.

W h e r e   i s   s h e ?

Blurred-our faces filled my vision, no sign of her.

W h e r e   i s   s h e ?

Countless thoughts buzzed through my mind. My heart pounded like a drum.

W h e r e   i s   s h e ? !

People gave me confused stares and irritated sneers as I continued to make my way into the more urban areas in search of (Y/n).

"(Y/n). . . I will find you. . ."

As evening transitioned into night, the orange and pink-tinged sky had become a starry blanket of dark blue, cueing the street lamps to brighten.

Getting agitated, I take a quick break and sat at a park bench.

Now, if I was Akura Ou, where would I go?

Now that was a stupid question, I haven't seen Akura Ou in a few millennia, I wouldn't know where he was even if I thought hard enough.

I sighed, gazing up at the sky.

Suddenly nostalgic memories crashed against my mind like waves against a cliff side.

Oh god, where are you (Y/n)?

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Reader's P.O.V

Kirihito had placed a worn-out woollen blindfold over my eyes just before we left Kurama's bedroom.

I was scared, not going to lie.

Being kidnapped would have anyone terrified out of their mind.

Where is he taking me?

I could hear the rustling of dead leaves.

Against my bare arms I could feel the night air pricking at my skin.

Kirihito was carrying me on his back I presumed. I could feel warmth on my chest and stomach, my legs were wrapped around his waist and supported by his strong arms.

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