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Chapter 2

Miroku gave Kagome a look of bewilderment. "You mean?"

Kagome nodded. "We're in my time."

Miroku's jaw dropped. "How can that be? I thought only Inuyasha and yourself could travel through this well." Miroku peered towards the top of the well, noticing that there was now a roof over the top.

Kagome shrugged. "I guess it's because I was hanging onto you. I must have pulled you through with me when I grabbed you." Kagome blushed. That's a change of pace…

A look of worry came over Miroku's face. "Well, what do we do now? Don't take this personally, but I don't really want to be stuck in this era. Not after everything Inuyasha has told me."

Kagome looked at the overwhelmed monk. What exactly did Inuyasha tell him? She put her hand on Miroku's shoulder and smiled. "Hey, no biggie! All we have to do is go to the top of the well and jump back through. I'll have to go through with you, of course." Miroku nodded.

Both managed to make their way out of the well and found themselves standing inside the well house. Miroku eyed his surroundings curiously. "So… this is the future?"

Kagome smiled. "Miroku…"

"Yes?"

"It's almost dinnertime, why don't you just stay for awhile. I can show you around a little. This may be your only chance to see the future!" Kagome suddenly silenced herself, realizing what had just come out of her mouth. Miroku looked sadly at his hand. "I didn't mean for it to come out like that. I'm sorry, Miroku," Kagome added desolately.

Miroku merely nodded. "Well, I guess it couldn't hurt. This is a rather interesting situation."

Kagome grinned. "I can't wait for you to meet my mom, she's a wonderful cook! And my little brother will just love you."

Miroku smiled. "Do you have any sisters?" Kagome laughed and pulled him by his hand toward her house.

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Kagome and Miroku made it through the front door of Kagome's house. Miroku looked at his surroundings in wonder. "Your home is so big."

Kagome nodded. "Not cramped like Kaede's place."

His eyes darted around the living room. "There's so much… stuff." His eyes wondered over to a large box with a glass screen. "What is this?"

Kagome smiled. "It's a television…You can watch people on it."

Miroku frowned in confusion. "How can that be?" The monk took a step forward and peered at the glass screen as Kagome pressed the power button. He took a step backwards and gasped as a man's face appeared on the screen. Kagome turned the channel to three young girls sitting on the beach. Miroku smiled then touched the screen. "Well, hello."

Kagome tried not to burst out laughing. "Miroku, they can't hear you, and luckily for you, they can't feel you either."

"Oh." The monk looked somewhat disappointed.

"Kagome, your home." Kagome's mother smiled as she entered the room where the two were standing. Miroku smiled at the woman as she eyed him momentarily. "A friend from school?" she joked, looking at his robes and staff.

Kagome grinned. "Mom this is Miroku. Miroku…this is my mother."

Miroku grinned. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."

"Nice to meet you, Miroku. Won't you join us for dinner?" Miroku nodded.

"Great…Um, I hope you like Italian food. I'm making spaghetti."

Miroku frowned. "I'm not sure, but it smells good."

***

Kagome left Miroku to the television so she could help her mom prepare dinner. Her mom gave her a mischievous grin as Kagome picked up a spoon and began stirring the sauce, which was cooking on the stovetop.

Kagome frowned. What's with her? Her mom shot her another glance then went back to chopping some vegetables. "What?" Kagome finally asked curiously.

Her mom shook her head.

"Okay, Mom." Kagome put down the wooden spoon she was holding in her hand. "What is it?"

Her mom laughed. "That boy you bought home is very charming… and also very handsome."

"What! What are you getting at, Mom?"

"Nothing, honey." She smiled to herself and returned to preparing dinner.

"Oh, I get it. You think I have some kind of crush on him, huh?" Kagome asked inquisitively.

"You said it, Kagome. Not me."

"ARGH! Miroku? No way!"

Kagome's mom kept smiling as she transferred the vegetables from the cutting board to a large bowl. "He seems so much more… polite than that other boy you bring home."

"Inuyasha?" Kagome frowned. "Well, you have a point there."

***

Kagome walked back into the living room to see Miroku fixedly watching an American show. She smiled. "What are you watching?" she asked taking a seat beside him.

"I'm not sure… but these women are wearing practically nothing. They jump into the water to save drowning people, then make out with them on the beach."

Kagome watched for awhile. She shook her head at the terrible plot line and the even worse voice overs. "I hate American shows. This one seems especially terrible."

"I find it most interesting." He smiled as he watched the women in red bathing suits running across the beach.

Kagome smiled. "Well, dinner's almost ready, so why don't you come in the kitchen with us?" Kagome walked up to the television and turned it off. She headed back into the kitchen with Miroku following closely behind. Kagome's grandfather and younger brother, who had taken a seat at the table, looked up at the monk in interest.

"Well hi there young fella," her grandfather said with a gracious smile.

"Hello, old man."

Sota looked at the monk in marvel. "Are you a demon, too?"

Miroku grinned. "No, I'm a monk."

"Oh," Sota gazed at him, "too bad. Hey Sis, where is Inuyasha anyways?"

Kagome scowled. "Don't know. Don't care."

Sota began to say more, but before he could, his mother placed a large plate of noodles before him. "Eat up, Sota. I hope you like it," she said with a smile.

Miroku looked confusingly at the fork in front of him, and then watched the others as they ate. He picked it up, studying it, and then stuck it into the mound of noodles before him.

Kagome saw the look of puzzlement on the monk's face and leaned forward and whispered, "It's a fork. It's like… uh… a shovel. Just scoop it up and dish it in."

"How crude," the monk replied trying to steady the food on his eating utensil.

"So, you're a monk, huh?" asked Grandpa. "Promised to a life of celibacy."

Miroku grinned sheepishly. "Not quite…"

"What's that mean, Grandpa?" Sota asked curiously.

"Uh… nothing," he replied as Kagome's mother shot him a disapproving look.

Kagome smiled. This is going to be an interesting evening…

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A/N Umm… I don't really know whether they actually air Baywatch in Japan or not, I just thought I'd stick it in. Seems like a show Miroku would like. Too corny? Please review, your opinions mean a lot to me!! Thanx for reading…