How long had it been since John finally zonked out, leaving Kikyo in his much welcomed peace? He'd given a slight sigh of relief when the silence finally came. If Kikyo didn't have Kougaiji resting in his lap, he might have knocked the urban ninja over his head just to speed his way into sleepy land.

He felt Kougaiji shift in his lap, slowly waking.

The hand upon Kougaiji's head was gentle, but firm at the same time, keeping him there so he didn't stir too suddenly again.

Obviously, the boy was still half asleep, mistaking Kikyo for someone else. This seemed to happen often this night.

"No...it is Kikyo," he murmured, fingering redish locks with his slender fingers.