Disclaimer: Yes, I am not the wonderful genius known as Rumiko-sama.....no matter how much I claim or want to be....Oh and Miroku is still in my clutches.

Miroku: Very evil clutches.

Ren: You know, I have a questions.

Miroku: ::raises eyebrow:: Yes?

Ren: How in the blue hell do you know what the Fifth Amendment is?!?!?!

Miroku: Oh quite easily. There was a segment on the U.S. Constitution over there on the T.V.

Ren: Who turned that on?

Miroku: Chibi...she wanted to make me to "watch something that would drive me insane" I believe were her exact words.

Ren: And now you know and understand what the Fifth Amendment is?

Miroku: Yes. ^_^

Ren: Crap. -_-

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Chapter 2.

Parlez-vous francais? Um...oui?

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Kagome continued to glare at the man next to her as they road down the elevator. Can I come? Bastard... Miroku now sported a sore jaw to go with his slightly pink cheek. That did feel good though.

"Kagome?"

"Hmm?"

"Will you talk to me now? I have apologized many times and am truly sorry. I should know by now to make smart-ass comments within swinging range."

"When we get to the restaurant, you will pay for whatever I buy no matter what. No questions and I may consider us even. Understood?"

"Hai, Kagome-chan."

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Rioccelli's was a nice Italian restaurant a few blocks from Futouitsu (disharmony/disunity) Advertising, where the two worked. It was a quiet, quaint, family run business on one of the most popular corners. For all the 2 years Kagome had been with the company, once a week she and Miroku would eat here. Kagome for the food and Miroku for......

"Damn...we're too early."

"Nani Miroku?"

"Oh nothing."

"Nothing? So the fact that we are here too early for Sango-chan to be working it's nothing? Hmm?" Kagome replied while jabbing him in the ribs.

"Shhhh!!!! Kagome you must not reveal any of the secrets of a man's heart. It is not proper."

"And it's not proper for you to grope her as she is taking our order either. I wonder how many trays have been broken since she started smashing them onto your head?"

"34," Miroku answers calmly. Kohaku, the younger brother of said waitress, approached the pair. "Ah...Kohaku. Is our usual table free."

"Hai Miroku-san. Follow me."

"Wonderful."

The two friends seat themselves, Kagome speechless after Miroku's answer to her question. "Here are the menus. I'll be back with some water in a few minutes."

"Thank you." Miroku turns to Kagome as the teenager walks away. "Kagome-chan, why do you have that expression on your face?"

"You kept count!?!?!?" she screeched. Several customers turned to look at the young businesswoman. "Oops," she says as she blushes.

::sigh:: "How could I not? Every time that lovely specimen came over...I could not help myself. Each hit only serves to increase my persistence in winning her heart."

Kagome raised an eyebrow to that confession. If violence increases his persistence he has problems...well more than usual. "So, you want to hang around until she comes, ne?"

"Naturally."

"So she can hit you in the head when you grope her?"

".............Not necessarily."

"But that is what happens every time."

"Here are your drinks."

The startled pair looked over at the amused waiter. He placed the water in front of them and stood by patiently for their orders.

"Oh and by the way Miroku-san."

"Hai?"

"Onee-sama isn't working today. So Kagome-san, what would you like to have today? Tou-san made the lasagna today."

"Hmm...." Kagome smiled as she scanned the menu. "I will have the meat lasagna, bread sticks, spaghetti and meat balls, a Caesar salad, ooh...ravioli.....that too, the pasta of the day, and....one of those chocolate things that are so good. Oh and a coke." ^_^

"Yes ma'am. Miroku-san?" The teenage turned to the hoshi who by the looks of it would die of shock any second. "Miroku-san, are you alright?"

"You are going to eat ALL of that?!?!?"

"I told you you would be paying for anything I eat. Consider this as a form of revenge. After all, are you not a money slave?" she replied with a smirk.

Miroku looked at Kagome and then the menu, mentally adding up everything she ordered. She really did mean I was going to pay...oh well at least she is appeased.............for awhile. "Kohaku, I will have the large Caesar salad and iced tea."

"That's all?"

"Yes."

"Alright then. It will be ready shortly. Kagome-san, would you like it in servings or a little bit at once and the rest in a doggy bag?"

"A little bit of everything and whatever's left you can pack up. Thanks Kohaku."

"Mhmm," he waved as he walked away from the table.

"You have a black hole for a stomach don't you? A little but of everything is still going to be twice what a normal person eats!"

"I'm hungry."

"Sure."

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One hour later and the bill was paid as the duo walked casually back to the office.

"Miroku!!!!!!!! Can we please take a cab?"

"Why what on earth for?"

"Because I am going to puke any second."

"Well that would be your problem. You didn't have to eat everything on your plate and then desert."

"I was hungry."

"Well then walking will do you good. Burn off some of those calories. Oh! The bakery is having a sale! How about we get some cookies to take back to the office? Or some rum balls.....Kagome?" Miroku stopped and turned around to see a very green Kagome. She doesn't look to good...her problem.

"Miroku?"

"Yes?"

"If you mention one more item of food I will barf all over you."

"Hai."

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Kagome stretched as she sat at her desk. She looked over at the clock which read 1:30 P.M. Still have some time before the Frenchmen come.. Suddenly a pop-up message appeared on her computer.

"Kag- intimidator coming in a few seconds. Just left mine.- Hosh" Kagome quickly closed the window and looked around at her small working space.

Crap.....gotta look busy....gotta look busy..gotta look busy......Aha! Kagome grabbed her French dictionary quickly off her side table. At least it looks like I'm preparing....

"Higurashi-chan, how are you this afternoon?"

Kagome looked up to see her boss, a pretty dark haired woman in her late twenties. Upon first glance, she looked like your average young businesswoman. However, when she enjoyed intimidating anyone and everyone she worked with. She has that glint in her eyes...anytime they are a bright green I know torture is in store....

Kagome stood and bowed slightly, pasting a forced smile on her face.

"Good afternoon Mizuki-san. It is going quite well at the moment. I finished those summaries for the new designs."

Mizuki smiled slightly. "Wonderful Higurashi-chan. I see you are preparing for the meeting. Very good."

"Huhuhu thank you Mizuki-san."

"Well see you in the meeting room. Oh and Higurashi, the gentlemen will be here in ten minutes. You might want to......clean up a bit."

Kagome continued to smile until the woman turned the corner and then let the mask drop. She began to glare at the place once occupied by the woman. I hate that woman...........clean up a bit? What's wrong with how I....... She looked into her small mirror. A streak of sauce went across her right cheek. That man is dead...speak of the devil...

"Miroku! How could you let me leave the restaurant with that on my cheek?"

"Quite easily. I have some good news."

"Oh yeah? What?" She replied as she scrubbed at the spot. "Perfect!"

"Mizuki-san wants someone to accompany you into the meeting as back-up."

"Really who?" She looked at Miroku who now sported a Chesire cat like grin. "Oh no...no no no!"

"Oh yes."

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At the end of this meeting I will kill him. Shove him right in front of a bus.

Kagome sat tapping her foot impatiently at the table while Miroku smiled innocently across from her.

Oh yes, I will kill him.

Suddenly the door creaked open and Mizuki entered with two men. Both were of average height and dark haired. The slightly taller one had long dark brown hair tied into a low pony-tail. He had sparkling blue eyes that lit up when he saw the young woman at the table. The other had a very innocent boyish appearance about him, light brown hair cut short and kind blue eyes. He also brightened when he saw Kagome.

In autopilot, Kagome and Miroku rose to greet the guests. Miroku walked forward and shook their hands as Kagome followed in shock.

"This is Higurashi Kagome and Daitoku Miroku. Two of my best advertisement designers and publicists," she spoke slowly for the two men. "These are the two gentlemen from Youkai Inc. Paris, Yamainu Kouga and Houjo Amai."

"Kagome!"

"Higurashi!"

Kami-sama really hates me.........

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A.N. Not much French ne? Well none actually. More next chapter but not much. Houjo and Kouga can speak Japanese so poor Kagome doesn't have to struggle along. Our favorite dog boy will come in soon.

Translation of Names from: Nihongo- Japanese Language

Yamainu- wolf dog; Japanese wolf

Amai- one form of naive

Daitoku- virtuous priest

Miroku: Yes well now I know my rights and you cannot just kidnap someone and keep them hostage.

Ren: But you are from the Sengoku Jidai.

Miroku: It does not matter. That is against the law. You are keeping me against my will.

Ren: You were sexual harassing my friends.

Miroku: A look is not sexual harassment!

Ren: It's a form. They can take you to court.

Miroku: I plead the fifth. They can prove nothing.

Ren: Miroku, you're not American, you have rights but I don't know if you can plead the Fifth. Besides, what are you going to tell them when they ask where are you from and how did you get into a young girl's room?

Miroku:........................Crap