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Disclaimer:  I do not own any of the Rumiko Takahashi characters named here, nor do I own the rights to Charlie's Angels.  I also do not own Martina (Slayers Next) or Kurama (YuYuHakasho), for which I am exceedingly grateful.

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"Another drink?"  The bar's waitress batted her long eyelashes at him.

Koga checked her out.  Long legs, beautiful curling hair, big eyes…his gaze traveled lower.  Those were definitely the real deal.  "Only if you join me," he grinned wolfishly.

"Can't," she smiled, leaning across the bar so he could better see down her blouse.  "I'm still on duty.  Of course, it's really slow right now and no one would care if I just stood here and chatted with a customer," she winked.  "My name's Martina."

"Martina, hmm?"  Koga leaned closer to her.  "That's a beautiful name.  So, Martina, are you a native of this lovely paradise?"

"No," she sighed.  "Actually, I'm a princess.  My kingdom was overthrown, so now I just work as a waitress."

Stunned, Koga stared at her.  She was serious.  Great - a head case.  "Ah gee, that's really too bad," Koga swallowed nervously.  "Oh my, look at the time.  Gotta run!"  He threw the money on the bar and left as quickly as he could.

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"Blue-eyed Princess!  I have longed to see your countenance grace my humble presence.  For even as the rose shows its gentle blossoms but for a short time, so our love-"

"Hello, Kuno," Kagome sighed.  Did the man never quit?  He would be laughable if he wasn't so annoying.  She looked around for someone, anyone she might know.  She spotted Koga leaving the bar and signaled frantically with her eyes.

Koga seemed only too eager to come to her rescue.  "Kuno!"  Koga walked up to the young man and slapped him on the back – hard.  "Just the person I wanted to see!"  He looked around conspiratorially and lowered his voice.  "I know where you can find your Pig-Tailed Goddess.  She's out on the beach sunbathing," Koga paused, "topless."

The statement had the expected effect on Kuno.  The young man gulped and stammered a bit about innocence and purity.  Then, pausing only to press Kagome's hands to his heart, Kuno left them and ran towards the direction of the beach.

Kagome rolled her eyes.  "That was too easy, Koga.  You should be worried that you can read him that well – oh!"  Her foot caught on a rock and she stumbled.  "Thanks," she said to Koga as he caught her from falling.

He didn't release her immediately.  Instead, he held her closely to him, pressing her face against his broad shoulder.  "Kagome," he breathed.  "Beautiful, lovely Kagome, are you all right?  Let me protect you."  He caught her chin with his hand and drew her mouth upwards to kiss her.

Kagome stood frozen.  This was completely unexpected.  Koga was – was –

She never finished the thought.  From out of nowhere, a small black piglet charged past them, chased by four men.  Kagome recognized the slender red-haired man leading the pack.  It was Kurama, and he was shouting something about an exorcism.

"Hey!" Kagome yelled, going after them.  She broke into a run.  "Stop chasing that pig, you big bullies!"

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"Miroku, are you sure it was a panda?  They don't exactly live around here, you know," Inu-Yasha snorted.  "Just how much did you and Sango have to drink, anyway?"

"I'm telling you, we saw a panda.  We got a pretty good look at it, considering it was chasing us," Miroku replied.  "And the only thing we had to drink was pineapple juice," he sighed heavily.  "This little day trip didn't go at all like I had planned."

"Yeah, I'll just bet it didn't," Inu-Yasha said derisively as he drained his glass.  "I don't even want to know what your original plans were.  What do you think, Ranma?"  He turned to the curvaceous redhead sitting at the table with them.  "Are there pandas in Hawaii?"

Ranma wiggled a bit in his chair.  "Oh, all kinds of strange things have been known to happen," he said vaguely.  "Maybe it escaped from a zoo or something."

Inu-Yasha placed his head in his hands.  "I need another drink," he stated.  "Between pandas running amok and seeing my brother in a dress, I don't know how much more I can take."  He looked heavenward.  "I am just so happy my father isn't alive to see this.  And to consider that I used to think he was weird."

"Don't all kids think that?" Ranma asked.  "I've been convinced my old man is crazy for years.  Hauling me off to China for training, getting me engaged to a bunch of different women…"

"What does your father think of this?" Miroku pointed to Ranma's dress.  "Or does he know about it?"

"Oh, he knows all right.  He doesn't like it, but he's learned to deal with it," Ranma said.  "So what made you think your dad was strange?" he asked Inu-Yasha.

"Well, he was a veterinarian," said Inu-Yasha.

"Sounds normal enough," interjected Miroku.

"Yeah, on the surface it sounds okay.  But you should have seen the animals he treated.  Really strange animals; Sesshomaru and I were afraid to go near them half the time.  I think they were the product of basement laboratory experiments.  And he had this fetish for old swords.  He collected them, and sometimes at night I'd come downstairs and see him playing with them.  You know, like fighting mock battles and stuff.  It was kind of creepy," Inu-Yasha shuddered.  "And in the end, it was the swords he loved so much that killed him."

"Accident?" asked Ranma.

"No.  The maid found him downstairs one morning, run through with his favorite sword.  Some crackpot murderer left a note saying "Vicious Dragon claims this life."

"Ugh," said Miroku.  "That tops my story.  My dad died chasing a tornado for the local newspaper.  His funeral was interesting, though.  No less than forty-two women showed up claiming to be his lover."

Inu-Yasha had stopped listening.  He was looking out the window; his attention focused on something outside.  "That son of a bitch!" he growled, jumping up from the table and running outside.  Miroku and Ranma looked at each other in confusion and followed.

They caught up with Inu-Yasha in time to see him grab Koga and hit him in the face.  "Inu-Yasha!" yelled Miroku.  "What do you think you're doing?"

Inu-Yasha held Koga by his shirt collar, ignoring the blood running from the other man's nose.  "You sorry, flea-bitten, mangy piece of trash!"  He shook Koga violently.  "I've had about enough of this!  It's bad enough that you're hitting on Kagome, but have you thought about how you're hurting Sesshomaru?  Do you - have – any – idea," he accompanied each word with another shake, "of how much my brother has sacrificed for you?  And every time I turn around, you're making the moves on someone else!  Man or woman, it doesn't even matter to you, does it?"

"Inu-Yasha, let him go!" Miroku and Ranma grabbed him, pulling him off of Koga.  "This isn't the time or place for this!"  A crowd was beginning to gather.

"I mean it Koga!" Inu-Yasha yelled as they dragged him away.  "You'd better watch your step, or I'm telling my brother just exactly what kind of scum you are!  And keep your filthy hands off Kagome or I'll black your other eye!"

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"Sesshomaru?  Koga?"

There was no response.  Kagura threw her purse and the shopping bags on the couch and shifted the sleeping Rin's weight to her other hip.  The suite seemed strangely quiet.  Kagura walked into Rin's room and placed her gently on the bed.  She smiled as she ran a finger across the little girl's face and smoothed her bangs back.  Rin's face was flushed and rosy with sleep, and Kagura could see traces of chocolate on her mouth.  The chocolate ice cream was a reward for playing The Listening Game, she had told Rin.

Kagura shook her head, grimacing.  Surely she was going to burn in hell for involving an innocent child in espionage.  Tucking the blanket around Rin's shoulders, she kissed her on the forehead and left the bedroom.

As she entered the living room, her eyes fell upon Sesshomaru's purse.  It was lying open, its contents dumped all over the coffee table.  Concerned, she called his name again, and again received no answer.  Where was he?  Kagura couldn't see him going anywhere without his handbag.  The kitchen was empty; he wasn't in the other rooms…she arrived at the door to the master bedroom and hesitated.  What if he was just taking a nap?  She listened at the door, hoping to hear him snoring or moving around.

Silence.  Kagura rapped softly on the door.  "Sesshomaru?  Sesshomaru?"  She knocked harder.  Still no answer.  Turning the knob, she opened the door slightly and peered in.  There was no one lying in the bed.  She started to close the door and leave when she heard a faint moan.  Entering the room, Kagura gasped as she noticed a pair of legs lying in the doorway leading to the master bath.  It was there she found Sesshomaru curled up on the bathroom floor wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

Sesshomaru had clearly just left the shower; his flowing silver hair was damp and droplets of water dotted his skin.  He appeared conscious, but when Kagura spoke his name he only whimpered and curled himself into a tighter ball.  His eyes were squeezed shut and he kept trying to bury his head into his arms.

Kagura kneeled on the cold tile and checked him carefully.  His pulse was beating slow and steady, and he didn't seem to be having trouble breathing.  She looked around the bathroom, searching for answers to Sesshomaru's strange condition.  Everything seemed in order...she spotted something on the floor by the sink.  It was a prescription bottle with Sesshomaru's name on it.  She grabbed her cell phone from her pocket and punched in Kagome's number.

"It's Kagura," she said when Kagome answered.  "What is that noise?  It sounds like a pig or something."

"It is," Kagome sighed.  "Long story, I'll tell you later.  What's up?"

"I just found Sesshomaru lying on the floor in here.  This bottle was nearby, tell me what it is."  She read the prescription label aloud.

"It's used to treat a number of ailments," Kagome told her.  "But it's most common usage is to treat migraine headaches."

"Migraines?" asked Kagura in disbelief.  "They get this bad?  Sesshomaru is curled up in the fetal position!"

"Poor guy," Kagome said sympathetically.  "My mom gets these every now and then.  She says they're not fatal, but she sometimes wishes they were."

"So what am I supposed to do?" asked Kagura.  "I can't just leave him here on the bathroom floor!"

Kagome chuckled.  "Just put him to bed in a dark room, Kagura.  He'll be all right eventually.  Oh, and Kagura?" she said before she hung up the phone.

"What?"

"Don't let him fall asleep with his makeup on.  His face will break out," she giggled.

Kagura gave the phone a withering look.  "That is so not funny, Kagome."

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A/N:  Gasp!  New reviewers, I'm so excited!  *jumps up and down*  Thank you all for your comments and ideas!  I'm stealing them *ahem*  I mean I'm taking them into consideration as much as possible! :D Lavender