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Chapter One Aggravation

It was a brisk early morning when Kagome arrived at work. She was only slightly behind schedule but she knew it would be okay. Kagome walked with a fast pace she'd left her jacket at home in her rush to be gone and was now regretting that fact. Out of habit Kagome glanced behind her and what she saw struck fear into her heart. This wasn't anything new to Kagome, and by the looks of it, it wasn't going away any time soon. It'd been a constant thing in Kagome's life for the past 3 months. She knew the girl who was following her, but didn't want anything to do with her, not that she had a choice. After what had happened between the two of them last summer, Kagome was scared at the thought of the girl even approaching her. It was almost like her own little curse. She searched the parking lot around her looking for an escape. Sighting a man nearby, she quickly thought up an idea for escape. She walked to him swiftly with a pure purpose at hand. As she caught up to him she threaded her arm through his and he glanced down at her in confusion. She tried to seem like this was a normal habit, for her pursuer's sake. She hoped there would be no confrontation now that she was not going to be caught alone. Would Kikyo question her while she was clearly in a group with another person? She surely hoped not.

"Just pretend you know me," Kagome spoke quickly and softly. She didn't know this man but she was hoping that little fact wouldn't matter to him. "I'm being followed and I need your help." Kagome whispered close to his ear. He kept walking but lifted his head and looked around them. He got a full view of the parking lot before she realized his intentions. "Don't do that!" He snapped his head around to glare at her.

"Excuse me but I don't think you should be yelling at the person who is saving your butt." His smug comment almost made her walk off in the opposite direction...almost. She hated relying on people. There were so many mendacious people in the world. She didn't think about it, he was after all only curious and had every right to be.

She decided help was a useless commodity anyway. Why bother trying to avoid Kikyo? "Well, pardon me; I just thought maybe you could help out a girl in need." She pushed her nose into the air, "No matter I think I can handle myself anyway." She made to leave, despite her need for help; she wouldn't be a burden on anyone. He grabbed her arm before she was out of reach.

"Now now," He tsked pulling her back to him, "there's no need to be too self-assured." He smirked at her appalled look. She found his over confidence annoying. She had to try really hard to resist the urge to slap the smug smirk from his face. "Who is it you're running from?"

She didn't answer right away—after all she didn't want to explain to a total stranger about her current situation—so he went on to guess. "An ex-boy friend?" His brilliant first guess was not even given a second thought. When she didn't reply or look his way he guessed again. "Or a crazy mother?" He thought for a short moment, then snapping his fingers suggested, "Surely not an ex-husband." He passed the thought by without a second glance, then trying to be funny offered, "Possibly an angry mob?" He looked around again, as if searching for an angry crowd with pitch forks and torches. "Nah, too quiet." he concluded, stuck with no answer from the girl next to him.

Kagome felt her cheeks heat up in anger. She hated the way he had of making her feel foolish. What was it with men and their arrogance? As if she wasn't already having a bad day. "Well aren't you a smart ass?!" It was more of a statement then a question, and Kagome really was not in the mood for his humor.

"Better a smart ass then a dumb ass!" He smiled and they stepped through the set of glass double doors and entered the building. "Where too miss?" His off-handed manner frustrated her further.

"Third floor," She replied looking behind her once more, Kikyo was gone, thank God. She felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Relief flowed through her and gave her the will to go on. "But I think I can take care of myself now." She moved away from him and shivered at the sudden cold, why was it they always cranked the ac in the spring? It was still much to cold for that.

"Are you sure?" He actually seemed concerned for a moment. Which couldn't possibly be true, he was after all only trying to get her number. She'd heard more than her fair share of pick up lines and she wasn't interested. She had nixed guys off her radar, at least until she found one that was worth the effort.

"I think I can handle her." Kagome nodded and was turning to leave when another statement pushed through the chilly air and hit her head on like a ten car pile up.

The man turned a shade of red and a perverse look washed over his face, "Surely not an ex-girlfriend?" His voice was low but the lobbyist nearby heard the comment. Kagome could tell by the way she gasped and giggled. Kagome took one step back appalled and then slapped him square across the cheek.

"How dare you!" She pointed her finger accusingly in his face, then turned on her heal and left him there stunned in place. That was how Inu Yasha met the girl of his dreams, but we'll get to that later on.

Kagome rushed up the stairs, angry and embarrassed, she never took the elevator, she was not fond the idea of an enclosed space. Her face was flushed from her anger more than her fast paced climb. When she pushed open the door to her lab room her coworker looked at her in shock. There was silence for a moment as Kagome stood in the doorway regaining her composure. She felt flustered and more than just a little annoyed.

"Are you okay?" Sango asked breaking the silence. She wore her white lab coat and goggles and was leaning over a specimen getting ready to test it for a genetic improvement. Her finger poised over the injector she watched and waited for Kagome to respond. She was probably expecting Kagome to give birth to a cow right there in front of her. Not that that was an unlikely paradox.

"No, I'm not," Kagome was upset and didn't know what to say. Brushing back a few stray strands of hair, she threw on her goggles, followed by her lab coat. Going over to the freezer she pulled out her samples for the day. She signed the clipboard and went to her seat. She got everything ready and then sat down with an indignant huff. They'd been testing DNA samples looking for a maturity gene for the past 3 weeks, since Kagome had arrived. Their testing was going nowhere, though they still had hope that something would surface soon.

"You wanna talk about it?" Sango's hands moved quickly one writing notes, the other placing the specimen under the scope to get a better look. Kagome pulled her clipboard out from under the lab table and started taking notes. She was quiet for a moment, not wanting to answer the question.

"No." Kagome replied when she knew that was all she really wanted to do at this point. Rant, get it off her chest and be done with it. She stayed silent however, and they worked quietly for a few long minutes. Sango was just going to mention a weird response she was getting from the test she was working on when Kagome started venting. "She's following me." And before Kagome even had to say anything more Sango guessed it.

"Kikyo?" Sango had heard the stories, but never actually asked Kagome about it, she didn't really need to know. It was none of her business anyhow. She wouldn't pry into the life of someone she hadn't known for more than a few short weeks.

"Yes," Kagome sighed heavily knowing she had to talk about it, even if she didn't tell her confidante the whole story, "I saw her this morning as I was getting out of my car." Kagome remembered the look in the girl's eyes as she made eye contact with Sango. "That's not even the worst of it." Kagome didn't stop, she couldn't, and besides, if she did she'd chicken out and not say a thing. "I panicked and used some random guy as a getaway." A frustrated look made Kagome's face scrunch up as she went on. "Well he started flirting with me so I got angry and he said I was a lesbian and I slapped him," Kagome knew she was leaving parts out, but it was her story and she'd tell it the way she wanted to, "and I'm pretty sure the lobby lady heard, and she hates me and she's so going to tell everyone I'm a lez and then I'm going to be the laughing stock of this whole company, and for the fourth time in the last 3 months I'm going to have to pack up and move, get a new job, and—"

"Kagome!" Sango stopped her coworker; now by her side she placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Breathe!" she ordered.

Kagome put her clipboard down and dropped her head into her hands a tear rolling down her cheek. She felt stupid for crying but she was just so vulnerable lately, especially with everyone laughing at her and Kikyo trying to ruin her life. She heaved a big heavy sigh pulling in enough air to fill her lungs for a minute, and then with a whooshing noise quickly let it all out. "I guess I've made it easier for her this time." Kagome noted. "She won't have to do a damn thing."

"Kagome, stop it, I'll talk to Betty-what's-her-face and even threaten her if I have to," Sango smiled at her distraught coworker, and turned to go back to her seat. "No one will think you're a lez."

"I mine as well just pack and leave now." Kagome sighed in defeat, still going on about her bad day.

"No, you're staying here, I'm not going to lose you and have to work with that pervert again," Sango said referring to the lecherous co worker she'd had before Kagome had come with better qualifications. She'd told Kagome all about Miroku and his nasty habits. They'd laughed on his behalf for hours getting to know one another. "Besides there's no where else you could work like this and get paid as well as we do."

"I guess, but I'm leaving with the first rumor I hear." Kagome pulled her head up a look of determination set on her face. She wiped a fat tear off her cheek and got back to work.

"Alright, then you're gonna be here for a while" Sango smiled again at her friend, then got back to work herself. She had a time limit to move on to the next stage of her own research.

InuYasha rubbed his cheek and for the first time in his life understood what it felt like to be Miroku. He headed to the elevator and took it to the fifth floor. He'd been working with Miroku for only a few weeks, but he'd known the man back in college. He was a real womanizer. He would always come back to the dorm with a red cheek and a good story to tell. Most of which he laughed off and forgot about almost instantly. InuYasha chuckled; he hadn't meant anything by his comment and now felt remotely bad for saying it. He hadn't meant to make the girl angry. Though he had to admit, she looked cute when she blushed. Hopefully all would be well soon. He'd find a way to repay her for his stupidity.

He thought about finding out who she was, talking to her, maybe becoming her friend. Though he had a strong feeling that she'd never want to see him again, and that feeling was probably right. He went into his office and started going through paper work. He found three new reports about their new research projects and he looked them over. He wasn't sure how they were going to turn out; most of their research only pushed them in a new direction with a new hope. He doubted this would do anything different.

InuYasha pushed the reports aside and filed some of his own reports as well, most of which were for stocks. He took a call from Yoshimoto in Japan and he had two meetings. One with the Board of Directors, the other with some advertising companies he was hiring for their new business department. The whole time all he could think about was that girl. Which was funny since he wasn't sure why. There was just something about her that was compelling. He felt stupid and tried his hardest to put her from his mind, to no avail. His thoughts kept running back to her long dark hair, her deep gray eyes, the way her cheeks flared red at a moments notice. It was almost annoying how many details he had remembered without so much as a conscious thought. After his meetings he went out for lunch, the day had passed so fast already he was afraid he wasn't going to have time to call in a favor from his old friend.

He signed out at the lobby and pulled out his cell phone to call Miroku. They normally ate lunch at the cafe down the street but InuYasha was craving Italian.

"Hey buddy, guess what?" He smirked into the phone thinking of the girl he'd met this morning...again…no surprise there. Remembering the way her raven hair rustled in the wind and her gray eyes held so many expressions. He shook his head feeling silly for thinking of her in such a way. "I have a red cheek and a story to tell."

"Good for you, I knew you'd come to the dark side one day," Miroku chuckled jokingly. InuYasha could hear people in the background, most of which sounded female. He didn't ask though, he didn't really want to know.

"Let's meet at Bravo's I'll tell you all about it." InuYasha suggested instead, ignoring the overwhelming urge to ask.

"Sounds good, be there in a few, bye." and Miroku hung up not waiting for a response, he was to busy with whatever it was he was doing. InuYasha didn't mind anyway. Walking to his car he jumped in and took off. He pulled out of the parking lot moving faster than the law would appreciate. He sped off down the road. He arrived three minutes earlier than Miroku who pulled in just as InuYasha was being seated. Miroku pulled up a seat next to him and sat with an excited look on his face. Like a kid at Christmas.

"Was she beautiful?" was Miroku's first question he crossed his hands over his place mat leaning in to make sure he heard every detail.

"Of course, and she was a damsel in distress." InuYasha smirked at his friend confidence making him puff up his chest.

"Hmm, did you rescue her and expect a kiss in return?" Miroku was quick to ask, "That's not how it works now days." Miroku reminded him with a sad sigh. Of course he'd know all about how it worked.

"I'm not quite sure what I was saving her from but I'm sure I did an excellent job at it." InuYasha laughed warmly at the thought of the girl. That seemed to be the only thing he could rationally think about. The waitress stopped by and took their drink orders and they sat and relaxed.

"Uh huh, she didn't get you that bad, I don't see a hand on your face," Miroku examined his friends face searching with knowing eyes. "Too bad, that would have been picture worthy." Miroku grinned and looked around the nearly empty restaurant. There weren't enough women in the place to make him truly enjoy it, but the food was good.

"It was early this morning and I had to lie to 5 people before I was safely in my office." InuYasha explained, giving Miroku the dirty details. "It was a good one. I promise."

"It was early this morning and I'm just now hearing about this?" Miroku was outraged, only not as outraged as that girl had been this morning. InuYasha laughed remembering how red her face had turned. "And I thought we were friends."

"We are I was just busy." InuYasha punched his buddy in the arm. The waitress brought them their drinks and went to place an order.

"So you gonna ask her out?" Miroku asked nonchalantly opening his straw. He tore off one end then blew the paper remains in InuYasha's direction.

"What?" InuYasha's eyes widened incredulously, "I can't ask her out, I don't even know her!" He put his paper from his straw in his mouth then loaded his straw and shot the spit wad at Miroku. It hit him in the forehead and he looked up at it where it stuck, a grimace on his face. He brushed it off and looked at his friend.

"Sure you can, I do it all the time." Miroku stated matter-of-factly, the epitome of confidence.

"Yea, but you're you..." InuYasha tried to explain but it was a no go. There was no way to explain to Miroku that his way of getting women never worked, he always saw it as a miracle if he could get a slap out of them. Miroku just didn't seem to get it.

"Yea I'm me and your a little chicken!" Miroku laughed. "Hey man, if you don't want her, then you know, send her my way. I'd gladly ask her out."

"I'm not a chicken!" InuYasha retorted. "And no, you can't have her, she's not a toy!"

"Oh, so you like her," Miroku smiled triumphantly, "Then ask her out!" Miroku advised, "But I swear if you don't, I will," Miroku didn't mean it, but he was sure it would make InuYasha comply.

"Ok I will!" InuYasha frowned, realizing what he'd just gotten himself into. He never got a chance to take back what he said, for the waitress came back around at that moment to take their orders. Then the girl left his mind and he didn't think about her again for another five hours, which was a once in a life time experience.

Kagome sighed happily; she finished up her last report of the day and put her specimen back into the freezer signing the clipboard to verify that's what she did. She smiled content with her progress for the day.

"I have to take these reports to processing," She told Sango cleaning off the last wastes from her lab desk. "Do you have any you want me to take?" Kagome offered knowing Sango stayed late after work everyday, working on her new discovery. Kagome wasn't exactly sure what that discovery was, but it must have been good.

"Yea," Sango got up from the lab table and went to her desk. She pulled out a few files and handed them to Kagome. "You think you could take these?"

"Sure," Kagome nodded taking the files from Sango's hands and looking at the file names.

"They go to the boss-man," Sango explained, giving her a smile "He's on level 5."

"Ok, I think I can handle that," Kagome felt nervous, she'd never actually met her boss, only his secretary, she was the middle man...or woman, but you get the point. "Is there anything I need to tell him?" Kagome asked stacking the files with her own pile of papers. Feeling a bit nervous, Kagome waited and listened so as not to screw up.

"Just tell him I need him to review them and sign the release for the experiment." Sango said taking a seat back in front of her specimen. She got back to work not waiting for Kagome to leave. Kagome nodded and headed out the door with a wave. She took off her lab coat and goggles and hung them on the coat rack next to the door. Grabbing her briefcase she left. She walked briskly down the hall going over her reports making sure everything was completed. Her shoes made a loud clicking noise off the tile flooring but she hardly noticed. She was too busy rechecking her work to make sure she hadn't missed anything. She found out in her first week that leaving something blank was a big no no.

She rounded a corner and passed a bathroom. She kept going but an idea popped into her head. She decided after a long day in the lab she probably wasn't looking all that great. She wanted to stop at the bathroom to fix her make up. After all she should look good when she met her boss for the first time. She turned on her heal and was instantly sorry for not paying attention to her surroundings. She ran into someone so hard that she fell backwards her legs flying up over her head with the momentum. Kagome panicked because she was wearing a skirt, that meant whoever it was had just gotten a free view of her undies.

"Is that how you come on to all guys?" A cocky voice asked above her. She fixed herself but still hadn't gotten the chance to stand up; shock had her stuck in place. Her head jerked up and the sight of the familiar face made her want to cry. He offered her his hand but she pushed it aside and got up on her own.

"Where do you get the nerve mister?!" She yelled indignant and not wanting an honest answer. She slapped him full across the face again for the second time that day and ran off to the bathroom. 'What was he even doing that close behind me?' She wanted to panic but she kept her cool, she knew he couldn't follow her in here anyway. So at least she was safe...for now.

She thought about reporting him for sexual harassment, but she didn't know his name. Though she doubted there were that many men who worked here with white hair. That was a dead give-a-way. She decided to ask her boss and see if he was familiar with a man with white hair. She looked in the mirror and fixed her hair, she applied a little powder to her nose. She smiled at herself in the mirror and feeling a bit vain left the bathroom in more of a hurry now. When she got to the processing department she had to fill out several forms. It took her more than 10 minutes because she had to keep asking questions. The people in there probably talked badly about her after she left. But it wasn't completely her fault that she still wasn't used to the form style. She smiled at the man behind the desk answering her questions, she almost felt sorry for him. She handed him the papers and left. Not bothering him with a goodbye.

"See you tomorrow miss." He said on her way out, and she could almost swear she heard him chuckle. She headed to the stairs, putting him and her processing problems out of mind. She didn't have space in her head to be angry with them as well. Only one cocky white haired man was currently there, she was saving all of her energy just so she could stay pissed at him. She paced herself not going to fast. After all she didn't want to be all sweaty when she met her boss for the first time. She announced herself to the secretary who asked her to have a seat and wait for the boss to get in; she told her he was in a meeting. She nodded and took a seat in a really nice armchair. She'd sat down for all of three seconds and the lady called her up to the desk. She grumbled a bit, her butt making a squeaking noise as she stood from her seat. She smiled when she was instructed to go through a door to the left of her, remembering all the while the line her grandma used to use. If you are tempted to lose patience with your fellowman; stop and think how patient God has been with you. Kagome nodded, and walked through the door. She was surprised by the young red head sitting behind the desk.

"Good afternoon Miss Higurashi." He said politely, he sat in a high backed seat and swiveled a bit. He waved a hand silently instructing her to have a seat and she sat watching him perplexed. Her eyes probably wider than those of sponge bob's

"Aren't you a bit..." She stopped, fumbling for words, not wanting to hurt his feelings, "You know being CEO of this company and all I thought maybe you'd be a bit..." She trailed off not knowing how to address what she was seeing.

"Young?" he finished for her a broad smile covering his face. "I get that a lot. Now what can I do for you?" Kagome ignored the annoying fact that her boss was probably younger than she was and placed Sango's files on his desk. He looked at her confused and pushed the papers aside. He came around the desk and went to her. Confidence in every step.

"You know you're very pretty." He commented, reaching out a hand to stroke her hair. She quickly got up, astonished by his nerve. Honestly what was it with people now days? She grabbed her briefcase and turned to the door ready to leave, "Don't go, maybe we could have dinner sometime." He offered sounding casual, as if he was experienced. As if he gave that line to every woman that he encountered.

"I think not." She was two steps from the door when another voice stopped her. It was a voice that she wasn't entirely surprised to hear. It would just figure after all, that after a day such as this one that that voice would be familiar.

"Shippo! What are you doing in my office?" The voice was commanding and familiar, but Kagome didn't turn, she didn't want it to be true. She started praying to God, maybe she was just imagining things; it was her mind getting back at her for all those therapy sessions.

"Sorry Mr. Takahashi," Shippo smiled at her when he passed her to get to the door. "I just..." He trailed off winking at her, she glared at him and he opened the door to leave. Surely he'd rather face his boss's wrath than hers. Cause she was ready to pounce.

"You better hope I don't refuse to sign your intern papers!" her boss yelled as Shippo slammed the door behind him. Kagome wanted nothing more than to leave now, to follow Shippo right out those doors and never return to work again. Even without telling her boss about Sango's paper, but she wasn't that irresponsible. Too bad for her.

"Sorry ma'am you needed to speak with me?" He looked up at her and saw that she was turned away. That's when she started praying to Satan, and it wasn't working. He'd not been kind and opened a huge hole in the ground to let her escape this fate. She laughed mentally, heck, this was probably his idea of funny. He was the one making her pay. She probably should have prayed to him first. It just figured. Then her thoughts were broken. "Ma'am? Are you alright? My intern didn't harm you did he?" Kagome turned in defeat, knowing no god, or goddess could save her from fate. She knew her boss was the one person in the world who was on her shit list. "Oh hello, how are you?" Recognition lit up his face, "Did you hurt yourself when you fell?" He was so sincere that she wanted to punch him in the face, and she almost did. Except there was one small fact to be reconnoitered...he was her boss.

"The files on your desk are from Sango Fiji," Kagome explained quickly not stopping to breathe. "She wanted you to sign the release form after looking it over. Have a nice day." With as few words as possible yet still being polite Kagome told him what she needed to say and left. She really wanted to punch him even more a few seconds later when he came to catch up with her outside the door to his office.

"Wait, are you upset with me?" he asked and she wanted to scream, wasn't it an obvious answer? She almost let her favorite Bob&Tom quote slip out, but she resisted. She didn't stop, just walked on leaving him there standing staring. She was in a hurry but after the shock wore off he chased her to the stairs. "Please, let me make it up to you," He looked nice enough, but there was no way.

"No thank you, I don't hang out with perverts." She smiled and dodged around him seeing that the elevator doors had just opened. Her fears—lower on the totem pole than her annoyance with her boss—were pushed aside. She slipped in and it was mostly closed when his hand shot through. God did this guy ever give up? He stepped in and gave her a look. Obviously not. She shrugged and looked away, more worried about the fact that she was in an elevator, now that she was able to rationally think.

"At least let me buy you lunch, on your lunch break tomorrow." He pleaded, he looked at her with big puppy dog eyes, and it didn't help her case that he just so happened to have the cutest little white fluffy ears on the top of his head.

"I don't take lunch breaks." Kagome said flatly noticing that the doors were closing and she was now locked in a small square room with her boss. She tapped her foot distractedly wondering if this was the day she was supposed to die.

"Why not?" He was curious now and Kagome had a feeling she wasn't going to get rid of him anytime soon. Which was just great since, you know, she'd made plans for this evening and all. Too bad it was doomed to be a bad day no matter what she did.

"I just started working here, and I wasn't guaranteed a spot here until I proved myself worthy," She shrugged knowing that was just the way some things were, it didn't bother her, "so I skip lunch, extra time to work on my research." Kagome said telling him how it was, she looked around cautiously, she was in an elevator for the first time in her life, and she was scared. She hoped that if she were to die on this day, that it would be quick and painless. Though she doubted God would be that kind.

"Ok, well now you have a guaranteed spot here, until retirement I swear." The words were supposed to be a blessing for her, but she felt trapped like a wild animal. "Now you have to have lunch with me." Her boss smirked.

"I'm not up for a date with my boss." She simply replied, trying her hardest to avoid this with all her being. It wasn't like she was lying. She looked up at him hoping he'd see how badly she just wanted him to leave her alone. That's when she saw it. Her hand on his cheek. She hadn't realized she'd hit him that hard, not that she'd cared when she'd done it.

"It's not a date, just lunch." He countered, somehow he was able to dodge all her attempts and it was starting to piss her off. Not that she wasn't already pissed off. He was just making it worse.

"I don't even know your name." Kagome offered, still trying hard to ditch her boss. She didn't want this, and she knew he didn't either, he was just being nice. Feeling bad for what he'd done to her.

"Well we're even because I don't know yours." He smirked at her his smugness making her want to puke. Why was he so damn sure of himself?

"Kagome, my name is Kagome," She waited for him to reply. Impatiently she tapped her toe, trying hard to make him get the point without her having to say something.

"InuYasha," He offered her his hand, being a gentleman. Too bad she couldn't care less.

"Why are you so insistent on us going to lunch together?" she asked throwing him off, she hoped this would give her time to escape. But of course it didn't.

"I feel bad for the way I've been acting," He sounded sincere enough; "I fear a friend of mine is starting to rub off on me." InuYasha explained dropping his hand, the elevator dinged and they stepped off on the ground floor. Kagome thanked God that she hadn't died, even if she thought it would get her out of a date with her boss.

"Well, I accept your apology, but no lunch is necessary." She spoke fast not looking him in the eyes. Distracting him for a minute Kagome walked to the door trying to give him the slip.

"How about coffee?" He offered as a last hope, he was standing there, giving her the puppy dog eyes, again, and for some reason she thought he looked cute. She banished the thought and gave him a glare. She wanted to just turn and leave, leave him standing there with no answer. She wanted so badly to say no, but she didn't want to get fired for refusing to take his apology. And that was her excuse for saying what she did.

"OK, there's this place on 82nd street," She gave in; she heaved a sigh, and looked to the ground in defeat. "We can meet there tomorrow at noon." She looked up at him to see a cocky smirk light up his face.

"No, I'll stop by and pick you up from your office, I drive." He was smug again, having won, and Kagome was back in a foul mood. He just didn't stop, couldn't leave it with what she gave him. She sighed not wanting this conversation to go on.

"Whatever, see you tomorrow," Then pointing to the doors she added, "I'm gonna go now." She walked away, headed to the doors and eventually on to some place where she could relax.

"Where you going?" He wanted to know, his face was still lit up with that smirk. Kagome realized that was what made him so aggravating. All that testosterone, it was making his head big and making Kagome want to pop it.

"That's none of your business." She replied with the same smirk then quickly left.

End Chapter

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Spoiler Chapter Two Confessions

Kagome has some deep dark secrets that only two other people know about, what happens when a drunken Kagome spills the beans? And who will she spill the beans too? Find out next time on Without Wax

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