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Authors Note: This is the next chapter (obviously) and I hope everyone likes it. If anyone notices a mistake, please tell me in a review, I didn't have time to work on the story this week due to mentally unstable teachers who love to assign outrageous assignments and a girl got suspended at work so I had to pick up three of her shifts. I already had 5. So, the point is I typed the majority of this today, and I might have missed stuff when I proof read it. As always, Read Review and more importantly, enjoy!

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Kagome couldn't believe it. Of all the people in the world, it had to be the guy from the café! She knew she was overreacting, but she didn't really care. Her mother was trying to set her up with this guy! And he had been unnecessarily rude to her. She blithely ignored the fact that he had apologized. Twice.

Her blue eyes narrowed and she glared at him in hopes of making him melt into a puddle of some unidentifiable liquid. It didn't work; he only raised a silver eyebrow at her, so she settled for saying, "You! You're that jerk from the café!"

Mrs. Higurashi glanced from her daughter to the young man standing a few feet away and back again. "I take it that you know each other, then."

"You could say that." Sesshoumaru said.

"Hmph. He was rude to me and all I did was ask him if he wanted anything." She said trying to win the seemingly neutral woman to her side of the argument.

"I assure you, it is not as bad as she implies. I apologized. Twice, in fact." Said Sesshoumaru with a regal toss of his head.

Kagome sputtered for a moment unsure of what to say. Not that it mattered; her mother had plenty to say. "Kagome Higurashi, I'm surprised at you! Treating a guest this way! The shame! And carrying on like that, when he apologized to you! I want you to apologize to him. Furthermore, I want you to do the interview with him. And be nice, or you'll be grounded."

Kagome pouted at her mother. "But mom-"

"No buts."

"Alright." She said discreetly rolling her eyes.

"Good. I will be in the gift shop if you need me. Oh and Sesshoumaru," she said pausing on her way out the door, "Help yourself to some tea."

Kagome eyed Sesshoumaru with barely disguised distaste. "So what questions do you have?"

"I have no questions." He replied.

Kagome's eyebrows furrowed. "I thought that was why you were here. To do an interview for your paper."

"It is. But I already know about the Shinto religion. The only reason I came here is because my professor told me I had to come and conduct an interview about the Shinto religion. An interview is required for the paper."

"So you're basically just using what you already know, and citing my name or my family's name?"

"Precisely. Once again, you seem to have proved that you aren't completely stupid." Although Sesshoumaru's facial expression of indifference never wavered, he was enjoying himself. The girl was just fun to insult. It was all about the reaction. If she had just accepted what he said or burst into tears, he would not continue goading her, it would not be fun. But she fought back, and although he demanded respect, he enjoyed her defiance.

Kagome's eyes narrowed in the face of her anger and she felt her face get red due to the increase in her body's temperature. She could almost feel the steam pouring from her ears. "I was beginning to feel bad about the way I was treating you, but now I see that I was justified in my actions. You are a jerk. You may have apologized, but if you had been serious in your apology, you wouldn't be insulting me now."

Sesshoumaru looked at her consideringly. "Perhaps I merely enjoy the way you look when angry." He said this to get a reaction, and he was not disappointed. Her face drained of all color until she looked like one that was undead, and then just as quickly, turned even redder than it was when she was angry.

"Stop that! Don't say things like that!"

"Or perhaps you are too sensitive and take offence to small things."

Kagome took a deep and what she hoped was a cleansing breath. In what Sesshoumaru considered a rare show of intelligence (for a human) she refrained from letting her temper get the better of her and instead thought about her answer before replying.

"You're trying to bait me aren't you?"

"Perhaps." He said in the same sickeningly unchanging voice Kagome had ever had the displeasure of hearing.

Kagome rolled her head around on her shoulders before saying, "I don't know why you insist on calling me stupid."

Sesshoumaru raised one snow white eyebrow and Kagome took that to mean that he wanted her to explain.

"After all, I'm not the one that has a restricted vocabulary due to an apparent mental deficiency." Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed and that was all the encouragement that Kagome needed to keep going. "I mean, your to favorite words are stupid and perhaps. Both of which my baby brother knows. And you're probably about 9 or 10 years older than him too."

Sesshoumaru couldn't believe that he was letting this little human girl talk to him this way. If only it was still the time in which demons reigned supreme, then the girl would bow and tremble before him, as was her place.

But it was not the age of demons. It was the age of technology and humans were ignorant to the exsistance of demons and had forgotten the magics of long ago. He could sense the miko powers the girl sitting in front of him housed within her tiny frame and he was sure she was as woefully unaware of the gift she held inside as every other miko he had happened across in the past 200 years.

"Girl, hold your tongue. You know not with whom you speak. It would serve you well to keep silent." Ahh, it seemed she was going to listen and remain silent. Maybe she was smarter than most humans.

"You keep saying stuff like that. What are you talking about?"

Then again, maybe she was like the rest of her race and didn't know when she was in the presence of a greater being.

"If you do not know, then I will not lower myself to tell you."

"You keep asking if I know who you are. Should I know? I mean, what are you the dean's son, or something, and you think I should suck up to you to get a better grade? Because if you think for one minute that I will do that, you are lacking some major brain cells. I don't need anyone else to get a good grade."

When it didn't seem as if she was going to stop anytime soon, Sesshoumaru thought it pertinent to stop her. She obviously had a greater lung capacity then Sesshoumaru had thought. So when she paused for breath in the middle of her rant, Sesshoumaru cut her off.

"I am of no relation to the dean."

"Then why would I know who you are? Are you related to someone famous or something?"

"No."

When he didn't elaborate Kagome asked, "So are you going to tell me why I should know you?"

Almost repeating his words from earlier he said, "If you do not know, then I will not lower myself to explain."

Kagome racked her brain and tried to come up with a reason why he would ask what he had when they had first met. He had said "Do you know who I am?" and he had looked as if he thought she should know. No not that she should recognize him, but as if she should realize something. . . .

Suddenly she understood. He was a demon after all. And from the looks of him, he was a powerful one. She didn't sense any demonic energy emanating from him, so he had to be powerful enough to disguise it. And if he was powerful enough to do that, he could probably sense her miko powers.

Giving him a deadpan look, Kagome asked, "Are you talking about the fact that you are a demon?"

Sesshoumaru was shocked that the girl had figured it out. From the way she was acting, he had thought she was unaware of demons. Those who did know of demons usually showed the proper amount of respect or a healthy dose of fear when around a demon. This girl did neither.

When he had first entered the café, he had felt the presence of a miko and had thought to see if she was knowledgeable about demons. But she had not seemed aware of his heritage by his appearance, and he had not been broadcasting his jaki, so he while he did not have concrete evidence, he had assumed that she didn't know.

"You knew that I was a demon?"

Kagome looked at him like he was stupid. "Yes." She said slowly, as if to ensure that he understood.

"Then why did you not say so?" Why was she not afraid?

"You said who you were not what you were. Plus, you could have just been some oddball with dyed hair and contacts. I didn't sense any jaki from you, so I figured you must have been some political figures spoiled brat, used to getting your way and people bowing low before you."

"Hn."

"So are you always this pompous or am I just special?"

Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes, a sure sign that he was not happy, and said, "Girl, it would be in your best interest to show me proper respect."

"I only give respect to those that give respect to me, or at least common courtesy."

After Sesshoumaru arrived back at his dorm room (he didn't have a roommate) he couldn't help but think about the girl that knew of demons and didn't fear them. The only conclusion he could come to was that while she knew of demons, she didn't know what they were capable of. She was a curious girl. Very curious indeed.