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Kagome had never felt more comfertable in her life as she did at that moment. She had ate her fill at various retaurant, bought a few makeup

items, got a few books to read, and had gotten numerous bath soaps and lotions to make her feel good. The only thing missing were her demon

friends. Well, she wouldn't exactly call them friends. Inuyasha she had only met once, and Sesshoumaru was more like a demon stalker. But still

it felt good to actually know them. All her life nothing interesting had happened to her. Now here adventure was waiting. She took out a book

from her bag, and she sighed as she read the cover. Mikos: A history. She was secretely trying to find Kikyo in the book, to find out all she could

about her life before she "avenged" her. Kagome opened the book and flipped through numerous women. She especially liked reading about

Midoriko when she had had the free time. Midoriko was a powerful warrior and miko. Her beauty was like no other. Some classmates and even

passing strangers commented from time to time how much Kagome had looked like her. And she was always flattered. There was no way she

looked as elegant as midoriko. Where Kagome wore the everyday clone of a uniform, Midoriko had a nicely finished suit of armour over her

usual miko garbs. Her hair was long and shiny, where kagome's was only mid-length. She could only dream of being anything like midoriko.

Since it was a new book, and she hadn't read this author's interpretation of Midoriko, she flipped to her chapter. A tall, wide eyed beauty

stared back at her from its pages. It read that she was born centuries ago, and during a fight with demons she had imprisoned herself and

the last remaining demon inside a jewel. The jewel of four souls Kagome thought. She remembered going to a museaum and seeing the jewel

when she was little. That day she had gotten sick. Staring at the jewel, her energy drained as if she had been fighting all day. She had felt a

strong wave of sadness and determination coming from it. Over the years when her class visited the jewel at the museam, she refused to go,

she never wanted to feel those feelings again. She turned to Kikyo's page and read on with interest. Kikyo was in charge of the shikon no

tama. She was very powerful, but her miko powers began to fade when she fell for a half demon. Inuyasha. She thought knowingly. Another

demon began to fall in love with her though, this one named Naraku. Kagome was now confused. Didn't Naraku kill her? Naraku was only to

glad to kill her when her village people caught her with her half-demon lover, and wanted to get rid of her. The book read after that the jewel

was burned with her body. Then what the hell is it doing here? She thought to herself. Maybe Inuyasha or Sesshoumaru could explain this to

her. Or better yet, write to the author himself. Kagome turned the book over to get the name of the author. The book was fairly new, it had

only come out a week ago. So the author shouldn't be deceased, unlike the writer's of Kagome's textbooks. Miroku Houshi. She read the name

off the book. She remembered seeing that name on a buisiness office downtown. Kagome picked up her jacket and decided to go confront the

author herself. Unknown to her, as she shut off the lights and exited her house. A figure with red eyes climbed in her window, and looked

around, disgusted. The place smelled like humans. But of course there were humans living there. This was Kikyo's room and she had just left.

He growled in protest. Kikyo was dead. This was a copy. There were many things he could do in that room. He could tear up her house, wait

for her until she got home to attack. Maybe claw through her body. He licked his lips at that. It had only been so nice when he had ripped

away at Kikyo's body. When he killed her and when he ravished her body. He wished she was still alive so he could do whatever he pleased

with her. But now he had Kagura for that. He groaned in distress. Kagura was a cold half-demoness. She barely moved beneath him, just

glared at him with the same color eyes he had. No moaning, no screaming. Nothing. At least Kikyo had cried out for Inuyasha. Tried to fight

back, did anything to get him off her. But she had failed. It gave him pleasure to take her and then take her life. As the man looked down, two

things caught his interest. The first, a paragraph that said Kikyo was the reincarnation of Midoriko. He casually flipped through the pages to

find the warrior Midoriko. How much they all looked alike. Her, Kikyo, and the young woman whose room he had inhabited. He narrowed his eyes

at a paragrah he had found. Naraku was only to glad to kill Kikyo... Someone knew. Fifty years he had been going by the same name and

everything, only changing his clothes with the times. Somebody knew that he had killed her. What would it look like that a powerful

buisiness man with the same name as her killer, had not aged a bit for half a century. They would get suspicious. He couldn't have that

just now. He had finally gotten rid of his rival. Nothing would stand in his way. Naraku looked to see who had all this information on him. Miroku

Houshi. This Miroku was surely going to be visited by him tonight. Meanwhile, across town, Kagome had finally found the building with Miroku's

name in it. She stood outside his office, thinking how she was going to approach him. Hi, my name is Kagome, a demon has asked me to avenge

Kikyo and i need all the information you can give me about her life. That wouldn't work, she thought. My name is Kagome, i'm a miko like Kikyo and

I want to learn everything i can about her. Still, he might not believe her. miko's were very rare. They didnt show up at important peoples' offices

frequently. She sighed and lifted her hand to knock on the door. There was silence for a few seconds. Then, the door opened. young man in

his early twenties opened the door. He had wide eyes, and a short ponytail pulled back on his head. "Yes, may i help you?" She sighed. Oh

great, i'm about to make a fool out of myself in front of this handsome man. Kagome opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a cold

voice behind her. "Mr. Houshi, I must speak with you." The man in front of her frowned. Kagome turned back to see who was talking to Miroku.

Some feet behind her stood a handsome man. He was almost as tall as Sesshoumaru, and his black hair fell in waves down his shoulders. His

eyes were so dark they almost looked red. Kagome felt a pain in her heart. She knew him. But she never met him before. He just looked.

Familiar. "And just who are you?" Miroku asked. The man grinned. "Forgive me." He said stepping forward, almost menacingly. "I am called,

Naraku."