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Authors Note: And here is the next intallment! It has plenty of Sesshoumaru in it so don't worry. Thank you for all of the wonderful reviews, and I hope that everyone will read and review, but most importantly, enjoy!

Sesshoumaru couldn't believe what was happening. The foolish little mortal man in front of him was telling him what to do. He, the son of the Great Dog Demon of the West, was being told what to do by an impudent little man. He obviously didn't know with whom he was dealing.

Sesshoumaru sighed. He wished he could do the man, his professor, the service of removing his head from his shoulders and he really wished there wouldn't be so much red tape to slog through. It really was the only thing stopping him. That and he would have to retake the class if the teacher suddenly died and then he would have wasted the past few weeks. Ahh, the inconvenience of it all.

Sesshoumaru had begun contemplating his professor's eminent demise when he had asked Sesshoumaru to stay after the class to talk to him. This in itself was not the real cause of his ire, however.

The professor, Mr. Toishi, had then proceeded to tell Sesshoumaru that he needed to visit some shrine and do an interview for his paper about the Shinto religion. Apparently, an interview was required and Sesshoumaru had not put one in his paper.

This was not because he had forgotten of course. It was because Sesshoumaru knew all about the Shinto religion, having been alive in an era where there was a miko in most villages and he had assumed he would have enough information. However, it seemed that it was a requirement of the essay.

Sesshoumaru cut Mr. Toishi off when it appeared that he was going to keep rambling on uselessly. "Thank you Professor. The paper will be on your desk before the next time class meets."

Mr. Toishi watched him walk away and let out a relieved sigh the tension leaving his body. That boy is so intense. I wonder if he ever smiles.

Kagome rolled her head around on her shoulders until she felt the joints pop to release the pressure. She did this on two occasions. One was when she first woke up in the morning. The second was when she was being highly annoyed by someone she considered to be stupid or when she was just plain irritated. The latter was the reason for the head movement at the moment, though Kagome wished she could rewind the clock back to when she hadfirst awoken. Maybe then the day would go a little differently.

She had been at her family's shrine visiting with her family, when her grandfather had asked her to help out with the gift shop. She had reluctantly agreed and changed into the priestess garb she had in the closet of her bedroom at the shrine.

And now she was in her current annoying situation. A tourist had heard somewhere that the Higurashi Shrine was the one that had guarded the renowned Shikon no Tama, and wanted to hear the legend. Having grown up with her grandfather, whom Kagome suspected might be a tad senile; she knew all about the legend due to her grandfather's repeated telling of every legend known to man.

The fact that the tourists had asked about the legend wasn't what she found annoying however, it was the fact that they kept asking the same questions. She could handle it if they had repeated a couple of questions, but these people had repeated almost every question they asked. Within 3 minutes of the first time they asked!

She was relieved when she heard her mother calling her from the house. "I'll be right there!" she hollered back. "If you'll excuse me, someone will be right over to answer the rest of your questions." Glad to have an excuse to get away, Kagome used it to her advantage and hurried away as fast as she could without appearing rude.

She slid open the door and slipped out of her sandals leaving her feet clad only in tabi socks,before heading toward where she'd heard her mother's voice. "Momma?" she called. "Did you need something?"

Her mother came out of the kitchen holding a tray with tea on it. "Yes dear. Someone is here to do an interview about the Shinto religion." She shook her head to move her dark bangs out of her eyes and balanced the tray in one hand while she shoved her short hair behind an ear with the other.

Kagome moved over to the slightly worn out couch in the corner and sat down gracelessly with a slight thump. "So why do you need me?"

Her mother moved over to sit beside her daughter placing the tea tray on the coffee table. "Because you know all about the Shinto religion. I told him he could interview my daughter for his school paper."

"Then why not have him talk to Grandpa? He knows more about it than I do"

"Because you know enough."

"Momma." Kagome said with a suspicious look. "Why do you want him to interview me so badly?"

Mrs. Higurashi's smile brightened and she said in the sweetest voice she could muster, "I thought that he would be more comfortable interviewing you. He looks to be about your age and he goes to your school."

"Momma!"

"Yes dear?" said the elder Higurashi.

"Your trying to set me up aren't you?" accused the younger girl her nose scrunching up due to her displeasure.

Her tone light and airy, Mrs. Higurashi replied, "What would give you that idea, dear?"

"Maybe the fact that you want him to talk to me instead of Grandpa, who by the way knows more about the Shinto religion than I do, and you know it."

"I don't know what you're talking about dear."

Sesshoumaru looked up at the tall flight of steps before him. This was the place. He glanced around him to see if anyone was watching; andseeing that the coast was clear, he leaped to the top of the stairs. He looked around once more to assure no one had been watching and then continued on to the door.

After knocking he was greeted at the door by who he assumed was the lady of the house. She looked to be in her late thirties and had short, dark raven colored hair. She came up short compared to his 6'2 height looking to be about 5'4. She was slim and had kind brown eyes. "Hello. Can I help you?"

"Yes, my name is Sesshoumaru Motosuwa and I was wondering if I could interview someone for a paper I'm doing about the Shinto religion for my History class at the local University. The priest or priestess of this shrine perhaps?"

Mrs. Higurashi eyed the tall young man in front of her. He had long, silver hair and a striking pair of golden eyes. She wondered if it was natural or if he was wearing contacts. "Of course. Come right on in and I will make some tea." She moved aside and let him come in before closing the door behind him. She ushered him over to the kitchen table and motionedfor him to sit down in a chair.

"My daughter knows all about the Shinto religion. Her grandfather made her sit and listen to him while he taught her all about it when she was younger. She will be able to tell you everything you need to know for your paper. She's out at the gift shop right now." This was all said while she bustled around the kitchen preparing tea.

Sesshoumaru winced unnoticeably when she yelled for her daughter. Hmmm where had he heard that name before? It sounded so familiar . . .

He heard "I'll be right there!" and he couldn't help but think that he recognized that voice too. The woman that had greeted him at the door went into the adjacent room after he heard the doorto another roomopen, carrying the tray of tea with her. He could hear their voices from in the other room and he was again struck by the voice of the woman's daughter. He had heard it somewhere before, but where?

"Yes you do Momma. You're trying to set me up. With someone you just met! What if he was a serial killer or something?"

"I doubt that dear. Someone as pretty looking as him couldn't be a killer."

"You know," Kagome said dryly, "the Americans said something similar about that serial killer Ted Bundy. Something about how he appeared too normal looking."

"Well then dear, you are safe."

"What makes you say that?"

"Sesshoumaru's just too pretty."

"Mom his name means killing perfection."

"And he's too polite. And that long hair of his, with those golden eyes! He's not a killer Kagome."

Golden eyes? There was only one person Kagome had ever seen with golden eyes and that was that jerk from the café! It couldn't be him though, could it? What were the chances of that happening?

"You sit here and I will go and get him Kagome. And be nice." She said sternly.

Sesshoumaru waited patiently while trying to place the name and voice in his memory. He rolled his eyes at their conversation. Human women. The woman came back and told him to come on into the living room.

When he walked in he saw a girl with dark raven colored hair that went down to her waist sitting facing the other way. Her shoulders moved up and down and she rolled her head around. He could hear her joints popping. She turned to face him and he instantly recognized her.

"You! You're that jerk from the café!" He could see her anger shining like fire in her blue eyes. So it would seem she recognized him as well.

Authors Note: Next chapter the fight, I mean the story continues with plenty of Sesshoumaru and Kagome interaction!