Prolouge

I thought I was sent here to get out of trouble.

And that was what I tried to do.

I was just painting peacefully.

Father Miroku was teaching.

I was still painting.

Father Miroku entered the room.

At that time, he finds something of his missing...

And the only people in the room was him...

and me.

But let's start from the beginning shall we?

Chapter 1

The paint rolled up, down, up, down...

Splat.I looked in disgusted and wiped the paint off my face. I redipped the paint inside the paint can and started painting again.

"Ah, Kagome. Doing well, I see."

"Do you think so?" I asked. My arm was getting tired.

'Please say I can stop', I hoped.

"I cannot believe you actually got detention."

"Let's not talk about that."

"If you say so. Well, I have to go. Keep up the good work."

After he exited the room, I let out a big groan. Maybe I should rest a bit.

A nun came through the door. I went back to work, but then, she spoke to me.

Or, on second thought, she groaned at me instead.

Ooh. I knew this nun. Her and her powerful...something. I hope she won't hit on me.

Her name was Sister Sango. She was one of the scariest.

The other kids remember how she used that cane when she was younger then Father Miroku.

She'd bang her 'boomerang' against the white board when it got too noisy, but if you did something she didn't like...

I shivered. I didn't really want her near me.

"Just when I really need something, he gets it..."

I looked over my shoulder.

"Does your house need painting?"

She stared at me and grumbled," Well, whadda you think? Of course I need paint. Inside and out!"

"Oh."

Then Father Miroku stepped in.

"Kagome! Can I see you privatly?"

His voice was stern. I figured something was wrong, so I followed him.

He told me to sit down on the park bench. I sat down nervously and asked,

"Is there something wrong?"

Father Miroku stared at me and replied:

"I think you already know."

I looked at him cluelessly. I had no idea what he was trying to tell me.

He didn't seem to happy about that. He sighed and said,

"Kagome, if you give it back now, I won't tell anyone."

"What?"

He looked at me if I were crazy, and didn't say anymore. I stood up and started to leave, when I noticed something.

The ivory cross that usually hung arounf Father Miroku's neck had disappeared.

He never leaves it alone. Maybe... it was stolen?

I shook my head. Maybe it was true. He thought that I, of all people, stole it.

If I don't do something fast, it could get nasty.

Because, Father Miroku was nice in good moods, but in the bad ones...

Let's not think about it.