Author's Note: Ladies and gentlemen! Good morning, good evening, and good
night cause Pua's back in action!!!!!!! I'm wasn't sure if I wanted to do
a sequel to Three Days time, (my other fic,) but then inspiration hit me
for this one! It's AU, hell yeah! Please enjoy it, this chappie is all
about the introductions, and a little bit of our favorite monk's perverted
but charming ways. Also, Inuyasha's familiar way of greeting people! WOO-
HA!!!! So here we go!
Disclaimer: You know, I don't own this! Ahahahaha! Not in the slightest bit!
Warning: Well, we've got your basic language in here, Miroku's way with women, and an author who's listening to the LOTR:TT soundtrack! Watch out!
Destiny and Time, Chapter one Fated meetings???????
As the shrill beeping of an alarm clock sounded in her ears, Kagome Higurashi awoke with a start. Her steel gray eyes focused slowly as her body sluggishly came back to life. It was that same dream again, Kagome puzzled. A glittering round jewel, and a pair of golden eyes watching it, what does it mean? Sitting up under her warm covers, she ran a hand through her sleep mussed hair. The long tresses of flowing midnight black shone with dark blue highlights as the warm New York morning sunlight filtered through her window. Stretching her long, shapely legs, Kagome threw off the covers and winced as her toes came in contact with the cold, hardwood floors of her apartment. Standing up, she gave a final stretch before walking slowly towards the bathroom. She wore a small tank top and sleep shorts, which still showed off the fact that she had very round hips and a slim middle. Her chest might be on the smaller side, but she was still proud of her curves. Reaching her small bathroom, Kagome partially closed the door with a soft click behind her, and flipped on the lights. As a soft glow filled the small but cozy bathroom, Kagome began running a hot bath. Flicking her long, slender fingers under the water absentmindedly, she glanced into the mirror and studied her image thoughtfully. She had fuller pouty lips, with long lashes and a creamy natural complexion. Her skin was pale no doubt, but it had always been so. I have mamma's skin Kagome thought with a sad smile. Pulling herself out of her thoughts, Kagome stopped the water, and stripped quickly. Slipping under the glittering translucent surface of the steaming water, Kagome reached for her shampoo and began to wash her soft hair slowly, turning back to her thoughts.
It had been a while since she had seen her family, which still lived back in the ancient Higurashi Shrine back in Japan. She had moved to America awhile ago on a once in a lifetime job offer. It had been a horrible parting with the places and people Kagome had known her whole life, but she couldn't pass up the offer. Working as a translator, she studied ancient artifacts and languages at the New York Museum. Kagome smiled as she thought of her best friend that had come with her. Sango Tijaiya had been Kagome's best friend for 19 years now. A world martial arts champion, Sango had come to America hoping to open her own little karate dojo. If Sango hadn't come with me, I don't know if I'd have made it, Kagome thought gratefully. As she rinsed out her hair, Kagome heard the door to the bathroom open slightly, and a soft mew signaled Kirara's approach. Kirara, a tiny neko youkai kitten was Sangos' pet since birth. It had been in her family for generations, and decided to follow Sango to America. With another soft cry, Kirara leapt lightly onto the rim of the bathtub. "Good morning Kirara!" Kagome cooed, reaching a dripping hand out to pet the kitten. Kirara's glossy, cream color coat shone in any light, but most unusual were her two flickering fox-like tails. Her tail tips, ears, and paws were a glossy black color, and her large expressive eyes burned a fiery red. Kagome smiled at the tiny kitten, who was no more than about a foot long, and half a foot high. With a devious smile, Kagome began speaking to the tiny youkai. "Kirara, go wake up that lazy Sango! Go on, it's time for her to get up!" She instructed. Kirara mewed and streaked out the door. Kagome smiled again and laid back in the water, relishing in it's comfort and warmth for just a few more precious seconds. As she let the water out, Kagome toweled off and began getting ready for what promised to be a good day.
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As a persistent pawing and mewing sounded in her ear, Sango snapped out of her sound sleep to see her tiny Kirara trying desperately to wake her. Sango immediately sat up, questioning the obviously agitated youkai. "What is it Kirara? What?" She asked sleepily. Simply mewing, Kirara hopped onto Sango's stomach and curled up into a purring ball. Rolling her gleaming red eyes, Sango began stroking her little kitten gently. Kagome told her to get me up, didn't she? Ooh, I'll get her for this, Sango assured herself. With a stretch, she removed Kirara and pulled off her covers. As the brisk air hit her tan skin, Sango shivered and stood up for a bit more warmth. Her lithe, athletic body was covered in pajama pants and a tank top, made in a simple black color. She had narrower hips, and her legs and stomach were lightly toned. Her long, neatly fluid hair was still straight, even after the chaos of sleep. Her raven's black tresses shone in the sunlight with deep plum highlights. With a yawn, Sango winced slightly at the bruises she had received in yesterday's Karate training. Making her way to the kitchen she noted how cold the floor was, but paid it no mind. Hearing Kagome getting dressed for work in the next room, Sango began pulling out bowls for cereal.
Absentmindedly pulling out the milk, Sango found herself lost on her own thoughts again. She missed her family for sure, but was proud of her achievements in this country. Opening my own dojo has been my dream for a long time, and we may not be living in the ritz, but it's homely all the same. Sango thought surely. Pulling herself out of her thoughts abruptly, she saw Kagome coming to sit down. Her friend was dressed in a small olive green pleated skirt, with a white spaghetti strap top covered in a long sleeve fish net covering. Puzzled at Kagome's lack of usual business attire, Sango struck up a conversation. "Good Morning, Kagome. I'll get you back for waking me up so damn early." She stated firstly with a grin. Then added, " What's with the clothes?" Her friends smiled as she chewed a mouthful of cereal, and then spoke. " A big discovery is coming to our museum directly, and I might be working on scaffoldings all day. I wanted to be comfortable." Kagome said quickly, taking another bite of her breakfast. " What's the discovery?" Sango inquired curiously. "The lost Treasures of Japan's Feudal era!" Kagome said cheerfully. Sango smiled and glanced at the stove's digital clock. 7:10. Sango smiled, and then spoke in a nonchalant way as she finished up her own cereal. This was gonna be good. " Well, you don't have long to wait, considering you've only got 20 minuets to get to work." She said in a bored tone, standing up quickly to go rinse out her dish. Even with her back turned she could picture Kagome's face as a shriek pierced the still air. " OH NOOOO! I'M SO GONNA BE LATE!" Kagome cried as she jumped up and raced to find her purse and sandals. Tearing around the apartment, Kagome found her items, and then flew to the door. " Ok, I'm gonna go, see you later Sango! I hope your 'friend' visits you while I'm gone!"
As she raced out, Sango's silent laughter stopped as she groaned mentally. Gods, she hoped that lecher didn't stop by. (a/n: heh heh heh, guess who?) As she walked to the still ajar door, Sango picked up the newspaper that was outside in the hallway. Reading the front page, she noted another article an youkai. Even in these times, most hid their abilities and traits for the world. Sango silently thanked god for her humanity as she began to walk back into her apartment, only to be stopped by a familiar smooth voice. "Oh Sango!!!"
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As the marble entrance of the New York museum came into view, Kagome slowed to a walk. Her breath burned in her throat from all the running she had just done, and she coughed from the foul scent of pollution as it scorched her senses. Walking weakly along the pavement, Kagome hoped her pounding heart would slow sown. Maybe Sango has the right idea doing all those workouts everyday, she thought mildly. As she neared the great marble steps, her already pulsing heart gave a little flutter of excitement. Brushing a few strands of stray hair from her face, Kagome composed herself as she scaled the step and walked into the already crowded doorway. Opening the great swinging doors, Kagome breathed in happily as a rush of cool, conditioned air swept over her. It was getting warm outside, and this place was like paradise. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the dimmed lighting of the cavernous entryway, and she took in the familiar sights around her. In the glow of the brilliantly recessed lighting, Kagome gazed fondly at a massive pot on display to her right. The faded but still vibrant colors of gold gleamed on it's carved surface in a flowing scripture. As her feet walked to her destination automatically, Kagome still found herself lost in the splendors all around her. Until she walked into something very firm and very alive. BAM!
With a thud, Kagome dropped her small purse and landed unceremoniously on her ass, onto the icy marble beneath her. Quickly getting to her feet, she felt still slightly shocked and surprised. Looking at what she had run into, Kagome's apology died in her throat as soon as it had come. Her eyes widened as she took in the full form of what appeared to be a very pissed off man standing on front of her. He was taller, a comfortable 5'10. His body was nicely built, with firm muscles showing themselves off on his arms and chest. He was dressed in a small form fitting white muscle tee, with baggy red pants hanging off his waist, hiding his feet from view within their volumous endings. However, holding Kagome's attention most was his face. His smooth face was complete with a perfect sized nose and a currently scowling mouth. His eyes were unlike anything she had ever seen , glowing within infinite depths of crystal golden. They burned with anger and distrust as she almost lost herself within their ethereal pools of limpid gold. Kagome tore herself from his eyes to find that he had very long, glinting sliver hair. It flowed gracefully around his shoulders to end thickly at his trim waist. Kagome frowned at the last detail of this perfect guy before her as it broke the natural perfection of his appearance. Hiding his obvious bangs and the top of his head was a black snow beanie. It looked worn and old, but still useful to it's unknown purpose.
Kagome realized that her mouth was slightly open and shut it as her body seemed to explode back to life. God he's perfect Kagome thought quickly. " Kikyo, you bitch! Would you mind getting your ass outta my way and watching where the hell you're going?!" He suddenly snapped, breaking Kagome's revelry. Well, almost perfect, Kagome thought as her anger flared up instantly. "Well excuse me! It was only an accident you jerk! And Kikyo? My name's Kagome you idiot! Ka-Go-Me!!" Kagome shot back angrily. He seemed taken aback by her identity, and even narrowed his eyes as she felt his intense gaze scrutinizing her carefully. Finally he stepped back and let out an indifferent "Feh." "Yeah, well you're still in my way so move it!" He said with a hint more anger in his voice. Aright, now I'm pissed off, she thought. "Well! Excuse me for existing, you idiot!" She hissed as her fists balled at her sides. "That's right you should be sorry, wench." He said with an arrogant smirk curling his lips. "Arrgh!" Kagome spat. Deciding she had had enough, Kagome pushed past him.
Muttering curses under her breath, she fought the urge to run back and continue the fight. Leave it Kagome, you're already late. Her conscious told her wisely. Stomping her way down a magnificent hallway, Kagome pushed past groups of chattering school kids and irritating tourists. Pushing through a STAFF ONLY door, Kagome found her self in a sealed away gallery. The room was buzzing with people, with crates and scaffoldings reaching all the way to the grand vaulted ceiling above her. As Kagome maneuvered through the towers of boxes and groups of excited people clustered around various delicate artifacts, she spotted her boss. Walking up to him, he whipped around and pulled her into a close hug. Koga, her boss was a clever man, with longer black hair that was always up in a ponytail high above his head. His lean build and casual dress made him seem like a light man to deal with. Which of course was ridiculously far from the truth. His icy blue eyes saw every movement in the room, and he seemed to read your very mind. He was quick of wit, and a little on the headstrong side. He never gave up on a challenge, much like a wolf after it's prey. (a/n: heh heh heh, I couldn't resist!)
Kagome pulled away quickly as her face flushed at his sudden affection. Urgh, my own boss is hitting in me! She thought, horrified. " Isn't it an awesome sight, Kagome? All of these magnificent treasures!" Kouga said enthusiastically. "I saved a particular artifact that I want you to decode." He continued, grabbing her arm and pushing through crowds of other archeologists to get to a small work station. He gestured towards it, and Kagome quickly sat on the stool behind the small desk of tools. Her heart was pumping fast again as she pulled on a pair of firm, leathery gloves. This is so awesome! She glanced up at Kouga, who was watching her with a strange smile locked onto his firm mouth. Kagome felt slightly glad as he glanced away, growling something about greeting the discoverer. "I'll be right back Kagome." He said in a strangely miffed tone of voice. As he stalked away, Kagome snapped her attention onto the box before her. Suddenly her hearing seemed to dim as she gently reached into the box before her with shaking hands. The whole world around her was swallowed up by her focused attention, and Kagome's hands came into contact with something small in the box. Pulling it out with graceful ease, Kagome breath caught again in her throat as she held within her hands a glittering crystal box. It's small structure was made entirely of white translucent crystal, it's surface refracting every possible light with brilliant vibrance. It was the most delicately beautiful thing she had ever witnessed in her entire life. Setting it down on the table, she moved the wooden box after another inspection for any other contents. Reaching into the work desk, she searched quickly for pencil and paper. The box was covered entirely in ancient script, and Kagome set to work eagerly to find it's meaning.
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"Oh Sango!!" Rang the gentle voice that was Miroku. Sango felt herself stiffen. The swishing of his holy robes and jingle of his shining golden staff was coming closer and closer. She turned quickly on her heel, and there he was, standing closer than she liked. Miroku was of course, a Buddhist monk. His shorter, lean build left him at a fitting 5'8. He wore flowing robes of black with a purple over-tie that came down into billowing sleeves. The robe spilled down to his feet, hiding them partially from view. In one hand, he continuously carried a jingling golden staff. The shimmering golden pole ended with a large, carved loop at the top. Hanging from that were small, loose bands of gold that created the jingling sound that seemed to be purer that the tone of any bell. His face was smooth, with firm features. His mouth was curved upward in a winning smile, and his innocent eyes sparkled the most intense purple Sango had ever witnessed. His shining black hair was pulled into a tiny pony tail at the bottom of his head, leaving a few rogue strands to hang into his face charmingly. Sango stared at him with what she hoped was an 'What-the-hell- do-you-want?' expression.
Miroku strode incorrigibly up to Sango, his smile never wavering from his bright expression. "Good Morning, Sango! Might I say that you are looking quite breathtaking this morning?" Miroku said. Listening to his words, Sango felt a prick of something stir within her, which she quieted quickly. Rolling her eyes, She turned to step back into her apartment, knowing full well that the Houshi would follow her without invitation. Plopping down on her couch, Sango watched Miroku bend down to stroke Kirara affectionately. Kirara certainly thinks highly of him, Sango mused silently. Strange though, I would think that a priest would repel a youkai without hesitation. Miroku stood up, and walked confidently over to an armchair. Sitting down, he smiled at Sango until she pulled herself out of her thoughts. Looking up into his eyes, she found herself unnerved by his flashing eyes. "Don't you have something else to stare at, Houshi?" Sango snapped quickly. Smiling simply at her, and replied smoothly. "Ah, but Sango, it is all I can do to stare. Beautiful women are something to be appreciated." His words rang through her head, and she silenced them as disbelieving protest stumbled from her lips. "Don't be a fool, Monk. I'm a fighter, not some delicate little china sculpture!" Her thoughts rampaged like thunder in her mind as she stood to open the door and kick him out. Was he calling me beautiful? He's a liar, nothing more. He would never mean that, not about me!
As she reached for the door handle, her reflexes went wild as he slid smoothly up behind her. "But sometimes strength is beauty." He whispered softly. Sango gasped, just beginning to feel the full impact of his words until she felt a familiar stroking sensation on her ass. Her anger flaring, she wretched open the door. Whipping around Sango slapped him as hard as she could, and threw Miroku out the door and into the hallway wall. Laying swirley eyed on the ground, his smile remained. "PERVERT! GROPE ME AGAIN AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS!" She screamed, slamming the door shut behind her, she locked it and fumed as she headed for a shower. That perverted monk, how dare he grope her again and again? Turning on the hot water, Sango glanced angrily into the mirror. 'But sometimes strength is beauty.' His smiling face and strong eyes floated back into her mind's eye. As it rang out again and again, Sango felt confused and irritated. Why? She wondered hopelessly as she stepped into the falling curtain of steaming water. Why can't I push him from my mind?
Author's Note: Yay! So that's the first chapter, and the next chapter will have some action, more Inuyasha, and some fluff! Really screwed up fluff, but fluff all the same! What's inside the box? What was Inuyasha doing there? IS KIKYO IN THIS STORY???????? Find out soon, if I can pretty please get some reviews! Thanks for reading my story, and let me know if I should continue! Thanks, and have a grand evening!
Disclaimer: You know, I don't own this! Ahahahaha! Not in the slightest bit!
Warning: Well, we've got your basic language in here, Miroku's way with women, and an author who's listening to the LOTR:TT soundtrack! Watch out!
Destiny and Time, Chapter one Fated meetings???????
As the shrill beeping of an alarm clock sounded in her ears, Kagome Higurashi awoke with a start. Her steel gray eyes focused slowly as her body sluggishly came back to life. It was that same dream again, Kagome puzzled. A glittering round jewel, and a pair of golden eyes watching it, what does it mean? Sitting up under her warm covers, she ran a hand through her sleep mussed hair. The long tresses of flowing midnight black shone with dark blue highlights as the warm New York morning sunlight filtered through her window. Stretching her long, shapely legs, Kagome threw off the covers and winced as her toes came in contact with the cold, hardwood floors of her apartment. Standing up, she gave a final stretch before walking slowly towards the bathroom. She wore a small tank top and sleep shorts, which still showed off the fact that she had very round hips and a slim middle. Her chest might be on the smaller side, but she was still proud of her curves. Reaching her small bathroom, Kagome partially closed the door with a soft click behind her, and flipped on the lights. As a soft glow filled the small but cozy bathroom, Kagome began running a hot bath. Flicking her long, slender fingers under the water absentmindedly, she glanced into the mirror and studied her image thoughtfully. She had fuller pouty lips, with long lashes and a creamy natural complexion. Her skin was pale no doubt, but it had always been so. I have mamma's skin Kagome thought with a sad smile. Pulling herself out of her thoughts, Kagome stopped the water, and stripped quickly. Slipping under the glittering translucent surface of the steaming water, Kagome reached for her shampoo and began to wash her soft hair slowly, turning back to her thoughts.
It had been a while since she had seen her family, which still lived back in the ancient Higurashi Shrine back in Japan. She had moved to America awhile ago on a once in a lifetime job offer. It had been a horrible parting with the places and people Kagome had known her whole life, but she couldn't pass up the offer. Working as a translator, she studied ancient artifacts and languages at the New York Museum. Kagome smiled as she thought of her best friend that had come with her. Sango Tijaiya had been Kagome's best friend for 19 years now. A world martial arts champion, Sango had come to America hoping to open her own little karate dojo. If Sango hadn't come with me, I don't know if I'd have made it, Kagome thought gratefully. As she rinsed out her hair, Kagome heard the door to the bathroom open slightly, and a soft mew signaled Kirara's approach. Kirara, a tiny neko youkai kitten was Sangos' pet since birth. It had been in her family for generations, and decided to follow Sango to America. With another soft cry, Kirara leapt lightly onto the rim of the bathtub. "Good morning Kirara!" Kagome cooed, reaching a dripping hand out to pet the kitten. Kirara's glossy, cream color coat shone in any light, but most unusual were her two flickering fox-like tails. Her tail tips, ears, and paws were a glossy black color, and her large expressive eyes burned a fiery red. Kagome smiled at the tiny kitten, who was no more than about a foot long, and half a foot high. With a devious smile, Kagome began speaking to the tiny youkai. "Kirara, go wake up that lazy Sango! Go on, it's time for her to get up!" She instructed. Kirara mewed and streaked out the door. Kagome smiled again and laid back in the water, relishing in it's comfort and warmth for just a few more precious seconds. As she let the water out, Kagome toweled off and began getting ready for what promised to be a good day.
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As a persistent pawing and mewing sounded in her ear, Sango snapped out of her sound sleep to see her tiny Kirara trying desperately to wake her. Sango immediately sat up, questioning the obviously agitated youkai. "What is it Kirara? What?" She asked sleepily. Simply mewing, Kirara hopped onto Sango's stomach and curled up into a purring ball. Rolling her gleaming red eyes, Sango began stroking her little kitten gently. Kagome told her to get me up, didn't she? Ooh, I'll get her for this, Sango assured herself. With a stretch, she removed Kirara and pulled off her covers. As the brisk air hit her tan skin, Sango shivered and stood up for a bit more warmth. Her lithe, athletic body was covered in pajama pants and a tank top, made in a simple black color. She had narrower hips, and her legs and stomach were lightly toned. Her long, neatly fluid hair was still straight, even after the chaos of sleep. Her raven's black tresses shone in the sunlight with deep plum highlights. With a yawn, Sango winced slightly at the bruises she had received in yesterday's Karate training. Making her way to the kitchen she noted how cold the floor was, but paid it no mind. Hearing Kagome getting dressed for work in the next room, Sango began pulling out bowls for cereal.
Absentmindedly pulling out the milk, Sango found herself lost on her own thoughts again. She missed her family for sure, but was proud of her achievements in this country. Opening my own dojo has been my dream for a long time, and we may not be living in the ritz, but it's homely all the same. Sango thought surely. Pulling herself out of her thoughts abruptly, she saw Kagome coming to sit down. Her friend was dressed in a small olive green pleated skirt, with a white spaghetti strap top covered in a long sleeve fish net covering. Puzzled at Kagome's lack of usual business attire, Sango struck up a conversation. "Good Morning, Kagome. I'll get you back for waking me up so damn early." She stated firstly with a grin. Then added, " What's with the clothes?" Her friends smiled as she chewed a mouthful of cereal, and then spoke. " A big discovery is coming to our museum directly, and I might be working on scaffoldings all day. I wanted to be comfortable." Kagome said quickly, taking another bite of her breakfast. " What's the discovery?" Sango inquired curiously. "The lost Treasures of Japan's Feudal era!" Kagome said cheerfully. Sango smiled and glanced at the stove's digital clock. 7:10. Sango smiled, and then spoke in a nonchalant way as she finished up her own cereal. This was gonna be good. " Well, you don't have long to wait, considering you've only got 20 minuets to get to work." She said in a bored tone, standing up quickly to go rinse out her dish. Even with her back turned she could picture Kagome's face as a shriek pierced the still air. " OH NOOOO! I'M SO GONNA BE LATE!" Kagome cried as she jumped up and raced to find her purse and sandals. Tearing around the apartment, Kagome found her items, and then flew to the door. " Ok, I'm gonna go, see you later Sango! I hope your 'friend' visits you while I'm gone!"
As she raced out, Sango's silent laughter stopped as she groaned mentally. Gods, she hoped that lecher didn't stop by. (a/n: heh heh heh, guess who?) As she walked to the still ajar door, Sango picked up the newspaper that was outside in the hallway. Reading the front page, she noted another article an youkai. Even in these times, most hid their abilities and traits for the world. Sango silently thanked god for her humanity as she began to walk back into her apartment, only to be stopped by a familiar smooth voice. "Oh Sango!!!"
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As the marble entrance of the New York museum came into view, Kagome slowed to a walk. Her breath burned in her throat from all the running she had just done, and she coughed from the foul scent of pollution as it scorched her senses. Walking weakly along the pavement, Kagome hoped her pounding heart would slow sown. Maybe Sango has the right idea doing all those workouts everyday, she thought mildly. As she neared the great marble steps, her already pulsing heart gave a little flutter of excitement. Brushing a few strands of stray hair from her face, Kagome composed herself as she scaled the step and walked into the already crowded doorway. Opening the great swinging doors, Kagome breathed in happily as a rush of cool, conditioned air swept over her. It was getting warm outside, and this place was like paradise. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the dimmed lighting of the cavernous entryway, and she took in the familiar sights around her. In the glow of the brilliantly recessed lighting, Kagome gazed fondly at a massive pot on display to her right. The faded but still vibrant colors of gold gleamed on it's carved surface in a flowing scripture. As her feet walked to her destination automatically, Kagome still found herself lost in the splendors all around her. Until she walked into something very firm and very alive. BAM!
With a thud, Kagome dropped her small purse and landed unceremoniously on her ass, onto the icy marble beneath her. Quickly getting to her feet, she felt still slightly shocked and surprised. Looking at what she had run into, Kagome's apology died in her throat as soon as it had come. Her eyes widened as she took in the full form of what appeared to be a very pissed off man standing on front of her. He was taller, a comfortable 5'10. His body was nicely built, with firm muscles showing themselves off on his arms and chest. He was dressed in a small form fitting white muscle tee, with baggy red pants hanging off his waist, hiding his feet from view within their volumous endings. However, holding Kagome's attention most was his face. His smooth face was complete with a perfect sized nose and a currently scowling mouth. His eyes were unlike anything she had ever seen , glowing within infinite depths of crystal golden. They burned with anger and distrust as she almost lost herself within their ethereal pools of limpid gold. Kagome tore herself from his eyes to find that he had very long, glinting sliver hair. It flowed gracefully around his shoulders to end thickly at his trim waist. Kagome frowned at the last detail of this perfect guy before her as it broke the natural perfection of his appearance. Hiding his obvious bangs and the top of his head was a black snow beanie. It looked worn and old, but still useful to it's unknown purpose.
Kagome realized that her mouth was slightly open and shut it as her body seemed to explode back to life. God he's perfect Kagome thought quickly. " Kikyo, you bitch! Would you mind getting your ass outta my way and watching where the hell you're going?!" He suddenly snapped, breaking Kagome's revelry. Well, almost perfect, Kagome thought as her anger flared up instantly. "Well excuse me! It was only an accident you jerk! And Kikyo? My name's Kagome you idiot! Ka-Go-Me!!" Kagome shot back angrily. He seemed taken aback by her identity, and even narrowed his eyes as she felt his intense gaze scrutinizing her carefully. Finally he stepped back and let out an indifferent "Feh." "Yeah, well you're still in my way so move it!" He said with a hint more anger in his voice. Aright, now I'm pissed off, she thought. "Well! Excuse me for existing, you idiot!" She hissed as her fists balled at her sides. "That's right you should be sorry, wench." He said with an arrogant smirk curling his lips. "Arrgh!" Kagome spat. Deciding she had had enough, Kagome pushed past him.
Muttering curses under her breath, she fought the urge to run back and continue the fight. Leave it Kagome, you're already late. Her conscious told her wisely. Stomping her way down a magnificent hallway, Kagome pushed past groups of chattering school kids and irritating tourists. Pushing through a STAFF ONLY door, Kagome found her self in a sealed away gallery. The room was buzzing with people, with crates and scaffoldings reaching all the way to the grand vaulted ceiling above her. As Kagome maneuvered through the towers of boxes and groups of excited people clustered around various delicate artifacts, she spotted her boss. Walking up to him, he whipped around and pulled her into a close hug. Koga, her boss was a clever man, with longer black hair that was always up in a ponytail high above his head. His lean build and casual dress made him seem like a light man to deal with. Which of course was ridiculously far from the truth. His icy blue eyes saw every movement in the room, and he seemed to read your very mind. He was quick of wit, and a little on the headstrong side. He never gave up on a challenge, much like a wolf after it's prey. (a/n: heh heh heh, I couldn't resist!)
Kagome pulled away quickly as her face flushed at his sudden affection. Urgh, my own boss is hitting in me! She thought, horrified. " Isn't it an awesome sight, Kagome? All of these magnificent treasures!" Kouga said enthusiastically. "I saved a particular artifact that I want you to decode." He continued, grabbing her arm and pushing through crowds of other archeologists to get to a small work station. He gestured towards it, and Kagome quickly sat on the stool behind the small desk of tools. Her heart was pumping fast again as she pulled on a pair of firm, leathery gloves. This is so awesome! She glanced up at Kouga, who was watching her with a strange smile locked onto his firm mouth. Kagome felt slightly glad as he glanced away, growling something about greeting the discoverer. "I'll be right back Kagome." He said in a strangely miffed tone of voice. As he stalked away, Kagome snapped her attention onto the box before her. Suddenly her hearing seemed to dim as she gently reached into the box before her with shaking hands. The whole world around her was swallowed up by her focused attention, and Kagome's hands came into contact with something small in the box. Pulling it out with graceful ease, Kagome breath caught again in her throat as she held within her hands a glittering crystal box. It's small structure was made entirely of white translucent crystal, it's surface refracting every possible light with brilliant vibrance. It was the most delicately beautiful thing she had ever witnessed in her entire life. Setting it down on the table, she moved the wooden box after another inspection for any other contents. Reaching into the work desk, she searched quickly for pencil and paper. The box was covered entirely in ancient script, and Kagome set to work eagerly to find it's meaning.
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_ Sango's POV (Continuing where I left off, of course!)
"Oh Sango!!" Rang the gentle voice that was Miroku. Sango felt herself stiffen. The swishing of his holy robes and jingle of his shining golden staff was coming closer and closer. She turned quickly on her heel, and there he was, standing closer than she liked. Miroku was of course, a Buddhist monk. His shorter, lean build left him at a fitting 5'8. He wore flowing robes of black with a purple over-tie that came down into billowing sleeves. The robe spilled down to his feet, hiding them partially from view. In one hand, he continuously carried a jingling golden staff. The shimmering golden pole ended with a large, carved loop at the top. Hanging from that were small, loose bands of gold that created the jingling sound that seemed to be purer that the tone of any bell. His face was smooth, with firm features. His mouth was curved upward in a winning smile, and his innocent eyes sparkled the most intense purple Sango had ever witnessed. His shining black hair was pulled into a tiny pony tail at the bottom of his head, leaving a few rogue strands to hang into his face charmingly. Sango stared at him with what she hoped was an 'What-the-hell- do-you-want?' expression.
Miroku strode incorrigibly up to Sango, his smile never wavering from his bright expression. "Good Morning, Sango! Might I say that you are looking quite breathtaking this morning?" Miroku said. Listening to his words, Sango felt a prick of something stir within her, which she quieted quickly. Rolling her eyes, She turned to step back into her apartment, knowing full well that the Houshi would follow her without invitation. Plopping down on her couch, Sango watched Miroku bend down to stroke Kirara affectionately. Kirara certainly thinks highly of him, Sango mused silently. Strange though, I would think that a priest would repel a youkai without hesitation. Miroku stood up, and walked confidently over to an armchair. Sitting down, he smiled at Sango until she pulled herself out of her thoughts. Looking up into his eyes, she found herself unnerved by his flashing eyes. "Don't you have something else to stare at, Houshi?" Sango snapped quickly. Smiling simply at her, and replied smoothly. "Ah, but Sango, it is all I can do to stare. Beautiful women are something to be appreciated." His words rang through her head, and she silenced them as disbelieving protest stumbled from her lips. "Don't be a fool, Monk. I'm a fighter, not some delicate little china sculpture!" Her thoughts rampaged like thunder in her mind as she stood to open the door and kick him out. Was he calling me beautiful? He's a liar, nothing more. He would never mean that, not about me!
As she reached for the door handle, her reflexes went wild as he slid smoothly up behind her. "But sometimes strength is beauty." He whispered softly. Sango gasped, just beginning to feel the full impact of his words until she felt a familiar stroking sensation on her ass. Her anger flaring, she wretched open the door. Whipping around Sango slapped him as hard as she could, and threw Miroku out the door and into the hallway wall. Laying swirley eyed on the ground, his smile remained. "PERVERT! GROPE ME AGAIN AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS!" She screamed, slamming the door shut behind her, she locked it and fumed as she headed for a shower. That perverted monk, how dare he grope her again and again? Turning on the hot water, Sango glanced angrily into the mirror. 'But sometimes strength is beauty.' His smiling face and strong eyes floated back into her mind's eye. As it rang out again and again, Sango felt confused and irritated. Why? She wondered hopelessly as she stepped into the falling curtain of steaming water. Why can't I push him from my mind?
Author's Note: Yay! So that's the first chapter, and the next chapter will have some action, more Inuyasha, and some fluff! Really screwed up fluff, but fluff all the same! What's inside the box? What was Inuyasha doing there? IS KIKYO IN THIS STORY???????? Find out soon, if I can pretty please get some reviews! Thanks for reading my story, and let me know if I should continue! Thanks, and have a grand evening!