My dearest Midoriko, it is truly a torture to see you each day and not to be able to speak to you openly. Why do you continue to deny me? I am not a fool to believe that my feelings will ever be returned. However, this does not mean that I shall stop trying.

Legs dangling in the air, one of her arms hugging the thick tree branch that she favoured over others, Kagome rubbed her slightly red eyes as she adjusted her position. She liked her quiet reading sessions immensely, the private forest area behind the mansion well protected and secluded enough for her liking. Catching a glimpse of her watch, she folded the letter back into the box.

'Damn, they are going to be here in an hour and I am still in my pyjamas. Time really does fly.'

Kagome has been up on the tree for hours now, devouring the letters hungrily. Her lips curling in mirth she slid the box into her bag, slinging it over her shoulder as she ascended. The tree bark grazing her knees pleasantly, she catalogued all her findings, her brow creasing slightly as she mused over her parents' relationship. From what she understood so far, things didn't go quite as smoothly between them at first, which was not quite what she imagined but nonetheless expected, with her mother's gumption and fiery temper clearly not allowing her to submit to a male for quite a while. As her feet touched the grassy ground, once pristine white socks stained by the broken blades, she remembered one of the entries she read recently. It was strikingly different from others as it seemed rather hectic in tone and ever since, all of the recent letters appeared the carry as much verve and hastiness.

However, the more she read, the more the lingering feeling of doubt grew, for whoever sent Midoriko these letters seemed somehow... foreign to her, not at all like her father. Frowning, let her head fall back against the rough bark, hands running through her obsidian locks as she muttered incredulously:

"Mother... is it possible that your heart never truly belonged to father and if not, than to whom?"

Examining her feelings on the matter, she found that it wasn't anger that she felt. To an extent, she understood. She knew well what it was like to have a heart split between more than one loves.

Hearing her name called, she slid her shoes on furtively, sprinting for her bedroom's window.

"You did what!"

Miroku backed away slightly, not at all certain that the crutch that Kagome still used for support could not function as a missile for he knew from experience the faith of those who infuriated Kagome. Voice filled with barely suppressed mirth, Miroku tried to fix his features into something akin to regret.

"Now, now Takahashi, I understand that you may be upset, but that is not reason to..."

"Oh I got a damn good reason, you perverted monk! What in the world possessed you to sign me up for the kissing booth?"

He winked at Hojo, the boy blushing profusely at being put on the spot. Clearing his throat but not looking up, he smiled nervously; not at all comfortable with the way Kagome's anger could potentially shift to a new target.

"The choice seemed obvious, next to none protested. As you were absent from school and likely forgotten about the Blossom Festival, we thought that you will not mind.." Hojo trailed off as he noted that Kagome was no longer paying attention, the girl falling face first onto the sofa. Huffing in annoyance, Kagome grumbled obscenities under her breath, the girl's voice lightly muffled by the mouthful of cushion.

Miroku chuckled, not even bothering to feign innocence on the matter, his dark eyes slanting to rest on Inuyasha, the hanoyu whispering something to Sango as the auburn haired girl giggled.

Taking a few deep breaths, Kagome surfaced, her face flushed as she confessed "But.. I haven't even kissed a boy before.."

Inuyasha's ears perked up instantly, his brow furrowed as he seemed to muse over something, a memory surfacing. Scratching his head, he muttered "What about that girl.."

"Inuyasha, shut it!"

Miroku's interest spiking with a new intensity, the perverted boy sighed ruefully wagging an accusatory finger at Kagome. "Oh my Kagome, if only I knew that your preferences ran thus, than I would have given up a long time ago. Unless, of course, I am allowed to watch." Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, he looked at Sango, the older girl seeming to develop a sudden but very profound tick in her brow as he winked.

A well launched cushion landing on his head, Kagome lowered herself back onto the sofa, her nose raised haughtily. "Not that it is anyone's business, but it was for a bet and lasted two seconds."

Miroku nodded with a serious expression that did not reach his eyes. "Of course lady Kagome, whatever you say." the perverted boy said as he thought about the numerous ways to sway his silver haired friend to comment more on the matter.

Well here we are, nother entry! I wish I could update more often, but with three brothers and baby sister constantly jumping on me it can be difficult lol.

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