Hi guys! I'm back! Listen, when I put up that note saying "please don't review via email" I didn't mean you couldn't review at all! C'mon, people! There's no one home in Review Land (yet)! Also, since you patient fans have been waiting for SOOO long, here's your long-awaited chapter five. I hope it was worth the wait.

P.S. I'm sorry, I almost forgot to say—any previous info I put about chapter 5 or otherwise has been rewritten, so please ignore it. Sorry. ^-^

Chapter 5: There Are Worse Things Than Fraud!

Kagome, in great anticipation for Saturday, barely noticed that her week was whizzing by (or what was left of it, anyway). On Friday, she and Sango looked through her wardrobe.

"What is THIS?!" Sango laughed as she pulled a lacey black lump of fabric out of Kagome's closet. "Uh. . . a dress?" Kagome said, as if it were so obvious. "Get that trash can over there. We're getting rid of this junk!" Sango said, pulling a green-and-blue-speckled pair of shorts that were hidden in the back, "Starting with these." She tossed the gross shorts in the can. "HEY! I happen to like those!!" Kagome protested. Sango threw the black lace clump in after the shorts. "What IS this, 'What Not to Wear' or something?! Gimmie that dress!" said Kagome, half-joking. (a/n: I LOVE 'What Not to Wear'! I HAD to put it in somewhere).

"That's it. Here is a credit card for five thousand dollars with your name on it. We are going shopping." Sango answered. "And where the heck did you get a five THOUSAND dollar credit card with MY name on it?!" demanded Kagome. Sango rolled her eyes. "Duhhhhhh. They were taping 'What Not to Wear' in Tokyo this week. I lifted it from some lady. If anyone asks, you're. . . 'Maramimi Kyoto'." Kagome sweat dropped.

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When Sango and Kagome got to the mall, they first went into Claire's for some cute (and affordable, to us mere mortals) jewelry. After that, they went on a shopping spree. A skirt here, a dress there.

"Well," Sango giggled as they walked toward the food court. "Isn't it great to be. . ." She looked at the credit card. ". . . Maramimi Kyoto?" "I dunno, it just doesn't feel right. . . maybe it's just me, but STEALING IS WRONG!!" Kagome said. "Aw, get over it. No one's gonna know." Sango said, grinning. Kagome sighed exasperatedly. "How did you get that card, anyway? She must've seen you." Sango looked up at the 'interesting' ceiling above her. "Welllll. . . maybe she saw me." Kagome gave Sango the 'are-you- NUTS?!' look. Sango caught on quickly, and added hastily, "But just a little bit!" Kagome groaned. "How much is 'a little bit'?" Sango gave a weak smile. "Um. . . she's kind of. . . after me. Pretty funny, huh?" Kagome stopped in mid-step. "WHAT?!" "B-but she'll probably never see me again, right? I mean, come on. What are the odds?" Sango said. Weaseling out of things wasn't her strong suit. "Well. . .I guess you're right. Probably not." Apparently, it had worked on Kagome.

At the pizzeria, Kagome ordered the food. Sango offered to pay—with the ill-gotten credit card, of course. As she handed the credit card to the woman behind the counter, she seemed to notice something oddly familiar about her. "Your total is $13.75." she said with a smile. "I-I'm gonna charge it." Said Sango, handing her the credit card hurriedly. "Sure." Said the lady, running it through the machine. Sango grew pale. 'I know this lady. Where have I seen her before?' . Kagome turned to Sango. "Sango, are you okay? You look a little. . . nauseous." She said, smiling feebly. Sango nodded anxiously. The woman handed them the tray of pizza, and gave the credit card one last glance. "There you are, Mrs. . . . Kyoto. Wait! Kyoto?! That's MY name!!"

Sango jumped back, startled. The lady pointed at Sango angrily. "I know you! You stole my credit card!! I'm Maramimi Kyoto!!" Sango looked around nervously, and Kagome, meanwhile, seemed to be having an episode behind her. "Um. . . I don't know what you're talking about. . .Yoko." said Sango, reading her nametag. The woman rolled her eyes. "That isn't my name! My name was too long to fit on a nametag, so they gave me this one!" "Well, you see, the thing about that is. . . Kagome, run!!" Sango bolted from the counter, flailing her arms in every direction. Kagome followed. "After them!!!!" Yelled Maramimi. She leaped over the counter, followed by a guy with a pizza paddle and another with a handful of tomatoes.

Kagome and Sango ran into a store quickly, hiding behind some mannequins. "I TOLD you that stealing that credit card was wrong!!" Kagome snapped. "Aw, gimmie a break," groaned Sango as the angry pizza-makers sped by the window. When the coast was clear, the two girls snuck around the corner. "FOUND YA!!!" Yelled a fat guy with a pizza paddle, grabbing Kagome. "Sango! Help!!!!" She shrieked. Maramimi and the Tomato Guy soon came around the corner, too. "Let her go!" Sango squealed, grabbing the guy's arm. Well, by now, the entire mall was watching this. A security guard walked up to the bizarre-looking scene, and tapped Pizza Guy on his shoulder. "Is there a problem here, sir?" Maramimi stepped in front. "These girls—" she pointed at Sango and Kagome—"Are responsible for fraud! And robbery, might I add! And to think, I was going to serve them pizza!!" Sango rolled her eyes. "Is this true?" Questioned the officer. Kagome looked at Sango expectantly. "Uh. . .maybe?" Sango beamed cutely.

KA-CHINK. "Great, Sango. Now we're in jail. On a Friday night!!! I can't be arrested! I have a date tomorrow! I'm too cute!! I—" "KAGOME! Breathe." Sango grabbed her shoulders. "Ladies," said the officer, tapping on the bars of their cell. "Yes?" Kagome answered. "One call." He let them both out, and waited by the phone. "Okay, so who do we call?" Kagome asked. She looked at Sango. "How about my mom?" Sango shook her head. "I have an idea. . .I know someone who's always home." "Who?" Kagome demanded. "I'm just making sure, because the last time you had an idea, we got arrested for fraud!" Sango glared at Kagome. "Just trust me on this one, okay?" She said, putting a quarter in the pay phone. Ring. Ring. . .

Ring. Ring. Snore. Snore. Miroku lay under an empty pizza box (how ironic), asleep. Ring. "Huh?!" He jumped up, rolling off the couch. He picked up the phone and answered groggily. "Mmmyello?" "Miroku?" "Huh? Uh. . . who is this?" he said, confusedly. "It's me, Sango." Miroku made a puzzled face. "Sango who?" "It's me! The girl you hit on!" "Refresh my memory, I've hit on so many." "AT THE BIKE SHOP!!!" snapped Sango on the other line. "Ohhhhh. Oh yeah! Now I remember. Hey, baby. What's up? Did you miss me?" said Miroku playfully. "NO!! Look, I need you to pick me up. Pick US up, actually." "Uh. . . sure. Where are you at?" Silence. "Sango?" said Miroku. "Um. . .Sakura County Jail?" "JAIL?! For WHAT?!" "Look, can you pick us up or not?! I'm on a pay phone. Please. We only have one call!" Sango pleaded. "Okay. I'll be there as soon as I can." "Okay. Thanks, Miroku." "No problem, babe!" CLICK. Miroku got off of the floor. "Hey, Inuyasha! We got some girlies that need a-rescuin'!"

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"Okay, I'll start this time." "No, you started LAST time." "FINE. YOU start. Jeez." Sango cleared her throat. "Row, row, row your boat, gently—" KA-CHINK. The officer opened up the cell again. "You're out for now, ladies. Lucky for you this woman didn't press charges." "Who did you get to bail us?" Kagome said, stepping out of the cell. "Just a friend." Sango walked over into the waiting room, being led by the officer, with Kagome following.

Miroku got out of a chair, and strode to Sango. "I assume this is. . . your. . .boyfriend, young lady?" The officer asked. Sango sweatdropped. "You told him I was your GIRLFRIEND?!" She growled, grabbing Miroku by the shirt. Kagome laughed nervously. "Um, Sango? Need I remind you that we're in enough hot water?" Sango quickly let go, and said, "Yes, officer, I'm his. . . girlfriend." In the corner, another guy got up. Inuyasha. He smirked as he walked toward Kagome. The officer raised his eyebrow. "And. . .is this young man your boyfriend?" Kagome blushed. "Uh—" "Yes, I am," said Inuyasha quickly. "Mmm-hmm. . ." said the police officer, in a somewhat disbelieving tone. "Well, everything is settled, I guess you're free to go." He nodded toward the doorway, and the four youngsters sped out the door.

After leaving the police station, Kagome and Sango looked around. Inuyasha and Miroku had come on their motorcycles. "Oh, GOD. I forgot you two were biker boys." Said Sango. "I can't ride a motorcycle! I'm not even good at riding my bike!" said Kagome tensely. "You, too?" asked Miroku, turning toward Sango. "No. I've ridden on one before." Kagome looked down. Inuyasha handed her a helmet. "I'll show you how to hold on, okay?" She smiled softly. "Okay!" Inuyasha laughed to himself. Kagome gave him a playful look. "What's so funny?" He glanced back at her. "Jeez. I leave you for one day and you end up in jail! What is the world coming to these days?" She smiled. "Well, there are worse things than fraud!" she said, giggling, as she mounted the motorcycle.

That's all for now! Review, review, review! Hope you liked this chapter, I tried my best. No flames, ¡por favor! See ya!