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"I saw her a moment ago," Shippo stated casually, deciding to take mercy on the man. "She headed out the west entrance."

He was rewarded with the sight of relief that flooding into the deep, chocolate-colored gaze flecked with purple that identified him as a descendant of Sango and Miroku. Which, if nothing else, explained how he had managed to keep the job for so long (especially considering the boss). He sighed, refusing to think of the reaction he'd surly receive if his mother ever found out he was the reason her assigned stalkers usually found her again. Ah, well.

A/N: I realize this was supposed to be up yesterday, but yesterday was a long, exhausting day with headaches. You'll still get one tomorrow.