Chapter Summary- Kagome is now a twelve-year-old girl shes grown up quite a bit since her move but what'll happen when her dad sends her on some petty errand? And how is her father dealing with his fresh position?

Authors Notes- Sorry for the wait, I had to search for this file, I redid a few paragraphs but nothing much as you see its still agonizigning short. Well I'd like to thank Sesshormarus-babygirl-2006, Melani, Aya SL, Xx-Onigiri-xX for reviewing they helped me fish this out faster :D Also thank you for the readers (even if they were too lazy to add or review) for giving my story a chance. Any how I dont like this chapter personally but I hope you enjoy it!

"Books are just bits of portable magic."
-Stephen King (My absolute biggest idol)

What the heck is a maid for if I do all the errands??? Kagome sourly grumbled to herself as she strolled down the street Homer in London. The city was bustling and alive, it moaned of people doing errands meeting people, creating new lives, or just reliving their normal ones. Kagome shuffled her feet and crouched slightly as a tall negro stranger pushed her down the street. August, 7, 1879 five years of growing up Kagome had turned quite mature for her age.

Her face of course expanded longing into maturity it was red with blushes and pores that twinkled horribly threatening her. With the dainty nose still perched, she shed of baby fat all around her once pudgy face and belly, thinning out to a near enough flat stomach. Her brown eyes glistened in the cool London breeze, the one time of the year, hot dreary and absolutely cool she loved the swoon of winds that curled around pale claves.

Kagome was wearing pants and delightful and different change. When they hugged her thighs and squeezed her knees, leaving Kagome in a sense of security. She had agreed to her father so stupid errands, if he let her wear the cotton pants that hung upon the wire line. He of course protested, showing in no way did he want his only daughter dressed as a boy.

But Kagome persisted that this was the only way to shackle her to these tasks. And she knew that she did not pleasure the idea of men and women pouncing her in the streets recognizing the emperor's daughter wasn't that hard. She yelled and fought until it was surpassed that she could wear pants and peasant clothes that felt so natural around her body, upon her chest was a ashy shirt that was too big as it hovered her skin.

Kagome groaned her shoulder blades being forced in her back they stung like knives as they slew her skin it felt like. The load that was set on her strained twelve-year-old back, an anthology of books that consisted in their pages behind that inky and fond smell was the contents of how to do guides.

Kagome was in a fragile time, her body was slowing establishing the puberty stage. And the revolting part of her life did not JUST embarrass her, but also made her life even more miserable. London was in a war with France and the bloody stages were the first. French immigrated over and slaughtered four of our police, our citizens concerned for their welfare and children protested that something must be done.

A week later French murdered thirteen people at an upset shooting that led to a rampage of complaints, sadness and loss of loved ones. Katsuro II was impaled by the rash attack, and consulted the monarchy about this freighting betrayal of allies.

"They seemed envied of us," Kagome eavesdropped as she leaned against the window of the basement. "They informed me that we have stolen profits I'm just not sure of what!"

Kagome was startled by the news, though only a child not even a teen, she was greatly advised about the politics of war and a kingdom far more than normal children.

And if she knew one thing is that if France thought they stole profits than they were in big trouble.

So Katsuro loaded up on books, every one he could lay calloused hands upon to read. Thus maybe helping his city and country though his doubts were thick and hopes worn thin. Every book contained thee, how to guides to resolve and help the country and for maybe a few choice novels one of Kagome's favorites The Grimm Brothers Fairytales was attained she was saddened to remove it, but that was all for extra money. They were wrapped in a leather bound sack that was stripped on her back like she was a pack mule. And it must've weighed at least thirty pounds.

Kagome trotted as fast as her self could pivot her, she motioned her distance with an estimate that the store was located a block away. If she hopped her way there she could spare herself from a second more of this groping pain. She skidded down, and unlucky tripped on a shoelace, she collapsed to her fate and succumbed her knee ruining the pants that she had been lent; she cursed and inspected the wound. No crucial damage but what a loss she muttered. She stumbled up and gave more of a speed and dodged her neighbors more carefully, thankfully the reward she would receive for her wounds was books to read and Kagome just admired books.

Any kinds, she loved their words limbered in ink sliding over the delicate pages, and she loved the smell to a book. Chapped yet appluadable, it was of ink and fresh paper that wafted through the air. Kagome just adored mysteries any situation with an mischievous and surprising ending, that had been unraveled with tiny bits of data, but demonstrated that without them there would be no solution.

Kagome was at this time grateful to learn such the art of reading. Most women not much use to cook and clean and give birth did not have a purpose to read. But Kagome was fortunate, for you see an new cook had arrived and secretly knew how to read for her brother who was a writer had taught her for numerous reasons.

Kagome noticed the woman Endoh leering at an smuggled novel that she barred in her hands at eight. She questioned and threatened her that she must teach her to read and Kagome would pay her in items she had. So As Kagome learned the alphabet Endoh received a pair of white silk gloves, and as Kagome struggled upon syllabuses (A/N how do you spell it???0o A, E , I, O U lol just felt like reciting) Endoh was embellished in her new golden ruby studded pen.

It took a year but it paid off. Kagome at nine could read and fluidly, she devoured books and the more she was captured in their bindings the better her vocabulary and sense of politeness improved. Making her father wonder upon how great a manners she attained and how? But he didn't ponder much. The business of the title of emperor was not the easy job to encompass. Though with Kagome's smuggled books and joy of reading, Katsuro also had a NEED to read, he was still untamed on how to run a government. Especially now on the brink of war, his patience and understanding was thin, even if Katsuro II was indeed a worthy man, the tasks were unbearable. Kagome could sense his need when he was lounging in his study reading a book titled Military uses and commands. The ivy blue book was indeed extensive and her father was already half-way through, she could see his concentrated face kicking out the tweaks to his improvements that held a list in his brain, and Kagome believed it to be a time-consuming list.

Kagome gasped in delight her chocolate eyes catching the slender roof of the book shop and she started to gallop once more toward it her strains feebly aching. The bookshop was a slender tall building that always reminded Kagome of a large T that slumped over its pedestal, it had a creamy color an gray arched T-like roof and the ebony doors were spread in titles of authors that had made large sales, introducing the world to advertising telling the world declaring the anthology of books the store beheld. A pale blue stain glass spread about over the top of the doors no other mixed colors like most stain glasses it was just a solid good nature baby blue that twinkled as the suns rays envied of its brightly arranged spectacle. Kagome knew there was a sign that hung a rusted nail that said Open? Of course! And Close, a one time deal.

But today the only things that shun in Kagome's eyes were the Closed, a one time deal. And her back was now not the only thing that was spoiled painfully. Kagome wanted to cry and rip the roots of her hair from their bases; she was so frustrated in her lateness and the store's sudden closing that she was about to fail onto the street and bask in the hot feeling of summer that drowned her strength she lumbered to the steps and slid leaned upon the first step that was crackly and creamy.

Tired and mad, she sighed and twisted herself over unraveling the bag that she heaved and let it flow down, her shoulders felt free and solemn. She rested her head upon its lumpy contents, who knew? Maybe the store would be open by the time Kagome awoke.

She felt so comfortable as if wrapped in a thin wooly blanket, from the tight pants and a overlapped airy pillow resting on her chest.

She let her eyes flutter her lashes sweep dust from their cages, and she felt the cocoa eyes swerve in their sockets curling until they could cease into a slumber. And Kagome gave a slight smile no matter the irritating things that were appearing to her today. And she could feel herself fade and finally become soothed when…

Grrrr.

Whats going to happen next Stormiie?

What is that thing that is threatening Kagome? Is it even human!?! Find out in the next chapter It Burned.