InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Kagome ❯ Chapter Thirty Six ( Chapter 36 )

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Finding Kagome

 

 

Chapter Thirty Six

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Good grief!! Put that. . . that . . . FANG away!!” Kagome sputtered pointing at Tetsusaiga. “There's no danger here, why would you DO that??”

 

“I. . . w-was just. . .” InuYasha's focus shot back and forth between the two, his mouth working, though not very effectively. All he had seemed to accomplish was to piss Kagome off, and that was the last thing he had wanted or intended to do.

 

Heaving a sigh, he transformed his sword as he slipped it back into its scabbard, giving the illusion of an extremely large blade sliding into a very narrow encasement.

 

Michael watched this in awe, then exhaled markedly in relief, still uncertain what had just transpired. He reached a hand behind his neck and rubbed at the spot that was still tingling in its expectation of a mortal blow.

 

“Brandishing that. . . that THING at him WASN'T the answer!!” Her face had reddened with her anger which seemed to radiate waves of heat that blasted the hanyou. “You can't force him to accept you. . . any more than I can. . .”

 

“Kami, Kagome. . . I just . . . I'm tired of all the fighting.”

 

InuYasha reached his hand down to grab Michaels arm in a traditional warrior's grip, and easily pulled him to standing. All the while Michael guardedly watched the scabbard that held the now untransformed sword.

 

“Damnit, I mean no threat to you, monk.” InuYasha's tone was gentle, and Michaels eyes lifted to pierce those of the hanyou intensely for a moment, neither relinquishing their grasp of the other's arm.

 

Michael looked down briefly and shook his head. “Don't call me that.” Meeting InuYasha's eyes once more he took a deep breath. “My name is Michael Andrews. . . not Monk, or Hooshie, or Bozo.”

 

“Not Bozo. . . Bouzu.” Golden eyes softened as he explained, “That's what I called Miroku. . . I called him. . . priest.”

 

“Oh,” uncertainty crossed his features with the monosyllabic response.

 

“And you thought all this time he was insulting you. . . oh Mikey. . .” Tentatively reaching for her friend, she let her arm drop as he pulled away from both of them.

 

“I've got to go change,” he mumbled, not meeting their eyes.

 

Kagome watched him as he skulked his way up the stairs and into the house, brushing at the dampness on his legs. She could feel InuYasha watching her, and she pointedly folded her arms before meeting his gaze.

 

But her heart dropped into her stomach when she saw his chagrined expression. Ears flat against his head, it was like they were just. . . gone. His whole countenance was mournful and it broke her heart.

 

“InuYasha. . .” Kagome uncrossed her arms and reached for him. “I. . . I'm sorry I yelled at you.”

 

“I had it comin'. . .” he pulled his eyes from her, then glanced at the tree. “I honestly didn't mean to scare him.”

 

“I know. . . he's just. . . overwhelmed I think. It not like him to be so. . . so mean.” Kagome took his arm, running her hand along the fabric of his sleeve. “I don't know how to make it all ok. I wish I did. . . I love you both.”

 

She hugged his arm.

 

“But he. . . can't have you,” pulling his arm from her, he suddenly reached behind her and swooped the shocked woman up into his arms, which jerked a little squeak from her before she giggled. Kissing her forehead he jumped easily up to a high branch of the old walnut tree, and settled back against the trunk. Dropping smoothly to a sitting position he gathered her into his lap.

 

Kagome was breathless for few seconds as she adjusted to the change of perspective, as well as the insane butterflies which suddenly attacked her stomach as a result of his enveloping proximity. After spending a whole night every bit as close as they were at that moment, this felt vastly different. She idly fingered the unusual necklace that he was wearing.

 

His presence had been unbelievably comforting while they slept. He had shown no expectations other than to be allowed to hold her. It was all entirely new ground for her, and it was as though he understood that.

 

“You do realize,” he tilted his head to read her expression, “that I have no intention of letting you go.”

 

Kagome's brow furrowed.

 

“I certainly hope not. . .” she looked down toward the yard below them. “First off. . . I'd fall.”

 

“That's not what I mean,” he took her chin bringing her nose next to his, “and you know it.”

 

“I think. . .” her lashes veiled her eyes as they lowered to his lips, “I do. . .”

 

“Good,” his voice was low and sultry, inviting and yet demanding. “Now. . . are you gonna tell me what the fuck it is that Kouga is after?”

 

“Huh?” She pulled back to find dusky golden eyes locked onto her. Wasn't this the part where the hero was supposed to kiss the girl? So much for relying on movies and romance novels for guidance.

 

“You heard me. . . You know what it is. . . spit it out,” his tone hadn't changed, barely over a whisper, seductive and warm, and while it stirred those rampant wings barraging her insides, the subject matter was disconcerting. The contradiction of the moment unsettled her completely, and she focused away from her inquisitor. A swimming flash of memories from the day before on the beach settled to one moment. Kouga, grasping her shoulder almost painfully as he snarled at her, “Shows how much you know.”

 

“What has he ever been after?” Squirming slightly, she attempted evasion. She knew it had to be the Jewel, but there had seemed to be so much. . . more. The lies and the half truths the demon had rained on her yesterday had brought her to her knees. Too many confusing thoughts cascaded in her mind and a straightforward answer to his question had become impossible.

 

“Other than you? Who the hell knows. . . that chaotic bastard never did make any sense to me,” he pressed his forehead against the side of her head, a deep breath and she knew he was smelling her hair again.

 

“He's got a mate. . . and a pregnant one at that. . .” she heard Michael sweeping up the broken mug on the back porch.

 

“Damn straight, and you're spoken for. . .” he brushed back her hair and traced her neck with his lips causing her to shudder as electricity shot through her entire being. Just a breath in her ear he whispered, “Talk to me, Koi. . . please. . . I can't protect you unless I know everything.”

 

How was it he could question her and torture her so lovingly at the same time? He hadn't been in her life more than a day, and he could play her like a finely tuned instrument.

 

“I. . .” the chime of the house phone interrupted her and she flinched at the sound. “I bet that's Momma. . .”

 

“Wait. . . Not so fast. . . C'mere. . .” he pulled her tightly to him and dropped his lips to hers, enveloping them with his own in a demand that she instinctively responded to. Fisting his hair in her hand, she felt as if she were falling, forever falling.

 

“Ah, I found them. . . Kagome!” Michael called. “Ouna wants to know exactly 'WHO' is here? Your message was a little vague.” Michael spoke into the phone, “You know that old sing song, Ouna. . . Two little love birds, sitting in a tree. . .”

 

“MICHAEL!!” Kagome broke contact and winced at the thought that he had just implied to her mother that she was making out. She didn't miss the light blush on InuYasha's cheeks as he glanced down at the man who sported a mischievous grin.

 

“Yeah, his name is Caleb and he's a biker. . .” he continued, casually. “No, she didn't like the one I picked, that engineering student? Yeah. . . so she found one on her own. I know, I thought it was a little fast too, but. . . I think she likes the bad boys, to be honest. . . no, I don't think he works. . .”

 

“Kami!! Mikey!! Your really cruisin' for it!” She growled, rounding her fist at her friend as InuYasha slipped off the branch and brought them down from the tree in a single smooth movement. She held onto him tightly, not accustomed to the sensation of the drop. Mikey was making her sound like she was actually looking to get involved with someone. . . anyone. . . like a tramp.

 

“DON'T LISTEN TO HIM MOMMA!!” InuYasha's ears flattened at the screech, as he set her on her feet and she ran to cuff Michael on the shoulder, with a pronounced, “Beast!”

 

Michael's smirk was unrepentant as he handed her the phone.

 

“You're really an ass, aren't you?” InuYasha growled.

 

“Momma? Kami, Momma. . . it's. . . noooooo, Mikey is just being a jerk.” Kagome crossed her eyes then stuck out her tongue in a childish 'nyaa nyaa' fashion at her friend, then moved up the stairs and into the house for more privacy. “It's. . . yes, Caleb Inudono. . . but Momma. . . yes, he rides a motorcycle, Momma. . . But. . . but. . . No!! He's not like that!! Momma!! Will you listen??”

 

Michael folded his arms with a smug expression, then matched the scorching challenge in the hanyou's glower.

 

 

 

.~ooO0Ooo~

 

 

 

Hojo sat back on the couch of his third floor walk-up transfixed on the small screen of his laptop. The orders this morning had been clear, he had two weeks to accomplish the task at hand.

 

No problem.

 

And in exchange he would have Inudono's ass handed to him on a platter. Equal ground, Kouga had said. No tricks. No special powers to work around. A clean shot.

 

Then Kagome would be his. For good. No more foul mouthed hanyou to yank her out of his arms.

 

The first step was to set up the website, simple enough. But the blank screen in front of him was daunting and it mocked his resolve.

 

Setting up the proxy was easy enough, it was important that the origin of the material not be easily traced. Routing everything through the University's system would give them the anonymity that was required. Kouga had said there were factions of his tribe that would not be pleased, and there was danger involved in how they would try to silence this 'movement' they had planned.

 

But the youkai leader had made him his human left hand. Perfect really, since Hojo was left handed. He had explained that his mate would always be at his side, but that Hojo would be there too, as his 'ningen liaison'. A leader in his own right, now it was up to him to build the following.

 

The trust that had been placed in him warmed him to his core. There was so much truth in what the youkai said, truth that had been hidden. . . veiled throughout the myths of his ancestors. Kouga was quickly becoming more like family to him than his own blood.

 

Soon he would have it all, rank, privileges, and the woman of his dreams.

 

And she really was a dream. The first time he laid eyes on her. . . he knew her. With those watery blue eyes, pouting lips, with just the hint of a cleft in her narrow chin. That thick, wavy, chocolate brown hair piled into a tail atop her head, she had completely captured his heart. Then she smiled. . . and the sun came out, even though it was the middle of the night. And that temper, Gods. . . she was even more beautiful with her face bright in anger. He could have taken her right there in the restaurant. . . such passion! A woman who reacted so intensely just had to be a fire cat in the sack. He'd had to sit down to conceal his growing 'reaction' to her outburst.

 

He had stayed in the water for the same reason. That little swimsuit she wore had driven him to distraction, with her languorously long legs and the collar enhancing her already ample bust line. He couldn't keep his eyes off her, or his hands from touching her. It had been embarrassing when he acted on impulse at the arcade.

 

Mike had explained her outburst at the mall, though it honestly didn't make much sense. He had told him she was untouched, never having dated really. . . yet she held onto something from the past, some idea of a former life and someone she only knew of from her dreams.

 

He had understood that much. She was the shining, living personification of his own dreams.

 

There had never been a name, but she was the one.

 

Kouga knew. Kouga had understood from the start. Kouga would make it right.

 

She would ultimately be his.

 

But he had to earn her.

 

And it all started with this first step, the mocking blank page.

 

Reaching for his beer that had been warming on the end table beside him, his eyes narrowed and his brain began to work.

 

 

 

~ooO0Ooo~

 

 

 

Selene looked up from the file on her desk to see her Captain standing examining her with his arms folded, and released the breath she had been unconsciously holding. She'd heard him make his way through the desk heavy, albeit people shy office, being a Sunday, and her hopeful expression faded on seeing the look on his face.

 

“You want the good news, or the bad news first?” He asked, his head tilted slightly.

 

“I don't get my consultant, I take it,” she dropped the pen from her cramped hand and her chair creaked noisily as she sat back and massaged it.

 

“I'm sorry, Rodriguez.” His lips thinned and he uncrossed his arms, rubbing at a temple. “It wasn't for lack of trying. . . His record. . .”

 

“Kicking out a window is a federal offense now?” She snapped, looking up from rubbing the sore muscle between her thumb and forefinger.

 

“Just let me finish, Rookie!” His tone officially chastising her, she schooled her obstinate expression.

 

“As I was saying, his record is exemplary, barring that incident the other night. Or better put. . . nonexistent,” shook his head in a mildly confused way. With the legal system as it was, it was a rare bird that made it to the age of 25 with not one mark on their sheet. “It's the funding. . .”

 

Selene slumped in her chair. It was always about money. Everything seemed to carry a price tag, even doing what was right. She swore under her breath, not seeing her Captain's observations of her reaction.

 

“You ready for the good news yet? Or do you want to pout a little longer. . .” he asked, recrossing his arms with a raised brow.

 

“Fine. . . what's the good news?” she cast him a sidelong glance.

 

“It seems we have a contract with City College. Something new. . . we have some students coming in on Tuesday from the Administration of Justice Department. They're all yours. Use them wisely.”

 

“Greeeaaat. . . I get to babysit. . .” She frowned and rubbed at her eyes with one hand. “That's about all the 'good news' I can take. . .” she perused the paper chaos that her desk had become, and began closing folders. “I think I'm over it for today, Cap.”

 

“It's the extra hands you need to get through that pile you seem to be so fond of. . . supervising is a better term, these are bright kids.” Glancing at his watch, he put his hand on her shoulder, which drew her attention first to his hand then to meet his concerned expression.

 

“Why don't you go home and take a nice bubble bath, soak this out,” he pressed his thumb firmly into her taught shoulder muscle, eliciting a low groan from her. “Thought so. . . You could use some R & R.”

 

“Riiiight. . . I'll just run right home and do that,” her tone dripped with sarcasm, as she jerked her shoulder out from under his touch. A bubble bath. . . typical male suggestion to an overwrought female, the thought made her want to scream.

 

She was more concerned with the damage control she was going to have to face when she got home. She just knew Michael was being a baka, there was no telling what she was going to find.

 

Hopefully her house would still be in one piece.

 

 

 

~oOo~

 

 

 

Selene couldn't help the sigh of relief at seeing her placid little house still intact, as she pulled into the driveway. Glancing at the passenger seat, she felt a pang of guilt for ferreting out the few files that she had, hiding them inside her over sized jacket. But she needed to get some feedback from Caleb on some of the oddities cataloged at the scenes. Her hopes were that she would be able to convince him to actually go with her on a follow up, unofficially of course. Damn the funding crisis.

 

Killing the engine silenced her 'background music'. . . and on opening the car door she was immediately assaulted with what appeared to be a continuation of the argument from the night before. Heated masculine voices carried all the way to out the driveway, she was surprised that none of the neighbors were outside investigating.

 

Bursting through the front door and down the hall, Selene found all parties present and accounted for in the living room. Mikey was sporting a pair of her sweatpants, which seemed a bit odd, and Caleb and Kagome were dressed for an outing apparently. Caleb was wearing his hat, and Kagome was in a blue turtleneck and her only pair of jeans.

 

So wrapped in their mutual anger, neither of the men had noticed her entrance. Kagome however was cowered in the corner of the couch, covering her ears, face wet with tears.

 

“If I didn't know better, I would swear you were jealous!!” Shouted the hanyou.

 

“Don't make me laugh!! Jealous?? Of YOU?? Oh HELL no! You aren't taking her, damnit!! I won't allow it!!” Michael was beat red and scowling.

 

“It's not like you have a choice, baka!! You're not her old man!! I'm taking her!! I can't BELIEVE how you screwed things up with her mother like that. Just another fucking tree for me to have to jump!!” His voice hoarse, he turned his furious glare toward her movement as she approached Kagome. “He's warded the fucking doors, Sally.”

 

“YOU!” She pointed at Michael then toward the kitchen, “OUTSIDE!!. . . cool your heels. I'll talk to you in a minute. . .”

 

“But. . .” he seemed to bark, as he motioned toward Caleb with both hands.

 

“Don't you DARE 'but' me, Monk!! GET OUT THERE!” Selene squared her stance, she was more than ready for a good scrap, and she didn't really care who's ass she kicked at this point.

 

“Just god damn GREAT!!” He threw his arms up in frustration, then slammed the butt of his hand on the top of the door jam as he passed through it. The room seemed to vibrate from the force of the action and Selene blinked at the now vacant portal.

 

“What about the damn doors??” Caleb demanded, hands on his hips.

 

“YOU!! IN THERE!!” she snapped back and pointed toward Kagome's room. “Not until you cool off, I want to know what the hell has happened here!”

 

“The FUCK?!?” He gaped at her. “Ain't there some kinda law about keepin' people prisoner??”

 

“You heard me. . . can't you see what you two have done to her?” She motioned to the very distraught Kagome still cornered on the couch, now burying her face into a throw pillow. “Now GO!! Let me talk to her. . .”

 

“Shit. . .” his remorse evident on seeing Kagome, he moved toward the hallway door, stopping to glance back with a final word. “Michael really screwed things up. . . he made us both sound. . . bad.”

 

“'Gome, what happened??” She sat next to the woman who was more like her little sister, placing a hand on her shoulder.

 

“I. . . I'm not sure. . . InuYasha was going to take me for a ride on his bike, and Mikey had already warded the doors.” She wiped her nose on the sleeve of her turtleneck, then sniffed noisily. “He said he wasn't letting me out of his sight.”

 

“What's this stuff about your mom?” Selene brushed at Kagome's bangs with her free hand.

 

“Oh, Kami!” Fresh tears formed at the mention of the fated phone call. “He made me out to be a trollop!!”

 

“Trollop?” Selene's brow creased. Kagome had read entirely too many Gothic Romances for her own good, apparently.

 

“You know. . . bouncing from one guy to another like a. . . a. . . whore or something,”she dashed at her eyes with the back of her hand. “He made InuYasha out to be evil incarnate, at least to my mother. . . the big-bad-hairy-biker come to defile her daughter.”

 

“Didn't you tell her? I mean who he really is??” Selene demanded.

 

“After hearing what Mikey said, she thinks I am delusional, or on drugs. . . probably drugs supplied by Caleb Inudono. . . Oh Sally!!” She threw herself into her friend's arms.

 

The Monk was long overdue for a good ass-whooping. Selene knew he could be sneaky and underhanded if it was ever called for. But this far out distanced her expectations for the kind of trouble he might cause in her absence. She grimaced with guilt when she realized it had been her own idea to ward the doors. But that had been to prevent possible theft of the Jewel.

 

“Does Caleb know about. . . your necklace?” Kagome shook her head against her shoulder. “So where were you going to go??”

 

“Just out. . . for a ride,” her voice was muffled, and she pulled back. “He just got his bike yesterday, and he wanted me to show him around town. I wanted to take him down to the pier, it's such a pretty day.”

 

“Why don't you go wash your face, honey. . . I'll talk to them.”

 

The last thing she wanted was for Caleb to break one of her windows to get out, so she detoured to Kagome's room first and tapped on the door.

 

“Yeah,” came his muffled reply.

 

Opening the door, she found him sitting at the head of the bed, back against the headboard with his hat dipped over his eyes. Raising it, he scowled at her.

 

“I just wanted to make sure you know,” she stepped in a short pace, “the windows have latches, so they open easily. No need to break them.” She smiled her sweetest smile.

 

“O-ok. . .” the confused expression on his face as he cast a glance at the window them back at her almost made her want to laugh. Even if he weren't the legendary Dog-boy, she could see why Kagome had grown so attached to him so quickly. He was adorable.

 

“Hey, Sally. . .” he sat forward with a look of concentration. “What's Michael's weapon of choice?”

 

“Weapon? He's not really much of a fighter. . .” She considered a moment. “Why?”

 

“If he were to fight in a challenge, what would he use?” He pressed.

 

“Are you considering challenging him?” Worry washed over her features.

 

“Words aren't workin'. . . I couldn't really hurt him, you know that, right?” He took his hat off, and set it beside him. “I dunno how to get through to him, it's a last recourse. . . so what kind of weapon?”

 

“Does there have to be a weapon? Why not just hand to hand?” She sat on the edge of the bed, considering the ramifications of what he was trying to say.

 

“I got unfair advantage,” he flexed his claws. “I couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't get cut. No blood. . . no bloodshed between brothers. . . understand?”

 

“You know, I think I do. . .” she bit her lower lip. The level of honor in that simple statement was refreshing. And that he considered Michael as a brother, even after all the jabs and hateful comments, spoke volumes. “He used to belong to a renaissance group, he told me once. They had competitions. This was a long time ago, long before I ever knew him.”

 

“Competitions, like. . . tournaments?” He sat forward with interest.

 

“Yeah, he said he did pretty well with a quarter staff. I've never seen him actually fight before, though.” She watched his ears twitch as he processed what she had said. “You mean it. . . that you wouldn't intentionally harm him?”

 

“Just want to make a point. . . He's too damned possessive of Kagome. It's like he thinks that she's his. . . and she ain't. . . she's mine.”

 

“You're really sure about that. . .” it was more a statement than a question.

 

“Never had a doubt, not once I knew for sure who she was,” came his response. He fingered the rosary thoughtfully.

 

“Don't worry about her mom, she'll come around. Ouna has a second sense about things. . . once she sees you, she'll understand. . . and all of Mikey's meddling will be for nothing. . .” she reached over and gently squeezed his shoulder. “Trust me on that.”

 

“I sure hope you're right,” he sighed plaintively. “Her momma's trust and belief in her is so important to Kagome.”

 

“That's the thing, she's never lost that. . . and I don't think she's lost it now,” Selene offered him a warm smile. “You just don't look the big-bad-hairy-biker type, anyway.”

 

“No. . . He's my Dog Prince in the soft red haori. . .” Kagome quickly pounced onto the hanyou that was occupying her bed, nipping at his neck and causing him to blush deeply with an apologetic look at Selene.

 

“I'm gone. . . “ She rose to give them some privacy, but stopped short on her way out. “Oh one more thing. . . 'Gome, tell him what happened with Taki that day. . . I think he'll find it. . . interesting.”

 

“Uh. . . ok,” came a muffled response, before Kagome brought her head up and pulled a narrow braid out her mouth. “mmm puppy hair. . .” which made the hanyou laugh heartily, as she dove to his neck again.

 

Maybe Ouna was partially right, Kagome wasn't delusional but she certainly seemed delirious. But being so deliriously happy could hardly qualify as detrimental.

 

Now to give the monk a piece of her mind.

 

She found him sitting on the steps which led down from the back door, a large tumbler full of coffee sitting next to him.

 

“You know. . .” she dropped to sit down next to him, “You should probably switch to decaf. . . you, my beloved. . . are wound entirely too tight.” She picked up the tumbler, and finding it lukewarm, took a drink.

 

“Hey, that's mine damnit. . .” he muttered half heartedly, taking the large plastic cup from her. “Get your own.”

 

“Oh I see how you are, hogging all the good stuff. . .” She mock pouted at the loss. “I like mine black anyway. That's too sweet. How much sugar you put in there, anyway?”

 

“Sour grapes, sexy girl. . . sour grapes. . . It's got just the right amount,” he held up the cup with a flourish. “It tastes perfect.” He drank deeply.

 

“So, you going to tell me what happened? What all. . .” she motioned toward the house, “that was about?”

 

“He's trying to take her away, and I won't let him. . . it's that simple.” He stared off at nothing in particular.

 

“I'm sure he would bring her back, Mikey,” she looped her arm into his, and felt him tense at the action.

 

“You don't know that,” he cast her a sidelong glance.

 

“This is about more than just letting her go out, isn't it?” She tightened her grip on his arm, and rested her head on his shoulder. “Kagome isn't your little girl. . . she's not your sister, and she certainly isn't your wife. . . so what's your problem?”

 

“I. . . it's. . .” he stumbled uncharacteristically for words. “I love her, Selene. . . I just can't stand the thought of anyone taking her away, maybe hurting her. . . or worse, using her for their own gain.”

 

Selene sat in silence for a time, chewing on what he had said.

 

“Caleb feels the same way, you know.” She moved to the step below, and wedged herself to face him between his knees. “She's in love with him, Mikey. I've never seen her so happy, and all you can do is try to spoil it. That trick with Ouna was really underhanded.”

 

He averted her eyes, looking past her shoulder.

 

“Yeah, I know,” the barest hint of regret showed in the narrowing of his eyes. “I kind of went a little overboard, I guess. But. . . she was going to tell him, all she was waiting for was Ouna's blessing, and I . . . I couldn't let that happen.”

 

“Why not? He is who he says he is. . . Who Kagome says he is. . .” She put her hands on his shoulders and dipped her head around to finally meet his eyes.

 

“Yeah, well. . . I'm not convinced,” she could see the lack of conviction behind his words.

 

“I don't believe you, Monk. . . I think you do believe it, deep down where it counts. . . but you are fighting it for some reason. . .” she kissed his cheek, then rose from her knees. “He's our best hope against Kouga. You know that's what Kouga is after, and the only way Caleb is going to be able to truly protect her from him. . . is if he knows all of it.”

 

“I'll protect her, we can protect her.” He grabbed for her hand, but she pulled away, standing over him.

 

“Right. . . you and your wannabe ninja moves and little scraps of rice paper. . . I know for a fact that I am no match against a full blown youkai,” she shook her head sadly. “Ouna's got it all wrong, it's not Kagome who's delusional. . . it's you.” She frowned down at him. “I don't know what you did with my Michael, but I really miss him and. . .” her eyes filled with tears, and her voice caught roughly, “Damnit. . . I really want him back.”

 

Selene could hear the sound of the Ducati racing down the street as she ran back into the house to lock herself in her room. She hoped they had thought to put the screen back on the window.

 

 

 

 

~ooO0Ooo~

 

 

A/N :: Thank you reviewers!! You keep me going. Not sure how soon till the next chapter is going to be up, it's been a real life hustle lately, but I do have the next 3 chapters blocked, just need to get them refined for posting. I hope everyone is enjoying their summer!!

 

 

Reviewers

 

shippo's girl ~ FluffyKirara ~ RavenShadow25 ~

Kinoko (OMG !! the deeper meaning is. . . Kagome doesn't use her sexuality to manipulate anyone. . . imagine that. . .can any of us say the same thing? *ducks and runs* sorry for the sleep depravation, I can send some no-doz for you for class if that helps... fab review, loved it!) ~

Neko-Lady (Hojo's 'backbone' is a composite of gelatine and pond scum ^-^) ~

Dark Angel 2 (In this universe, Sessh's relationship with Rin was instrumental however prior to his true change of heart... while enormously fond of her, he still saw her as being, human... and as such not a prospect romantically. His relationship with Kagura dates back to before the original Kagome's death, however until now it has not been 'consummated'... but that's another chapter in the saga.)