“Motherfucker,” Inuyasha hisses, glaring first at her and then at the dead body by her feet. “That was my goddamn kill. Again.”
That’s rich, coming from him. Kagome stares him dead in the eyes before shooting two more bullets into the chest of the target.
OR: Everyone has a soulmate. Everyone has a soul mark to identify them with. For an assassin like Kagome, this form of leverage will leave nothing but blood.