Well... new chapter... uh, well, I'm kinda running low on things to write... suggestions are welcomed. Anyways..., yup...yes...I do have a lot of spelling mistakes, this is not entirely my fault. If you don't understand or there doesn't seem to be that word in the dictionary, please feel free to randomly put words there so that you understand and tell me in a review or something. I apologize again before hand at my terrible typing skills. sigh

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Chapter 4

Parlez-vous le français?

' "I love you."

A young black haired boy whispered gently holding a small girl in his arms. Brushing aside her dark hair he lifted her face to the same height as his. She was still young, no more that 3 and he was only 4. But they felt a link between them that no one could understand.

As if they'd met before, a long time ago.

Wrapping his hands around her face, he leaned in and gave her a kiss on her cheek. Feeling the soft skin under his lips, the boy moved away from her. Tears formed in her small round eyes and trickled down her face.

The boy smiled at her and held her hand.

"I will find you again, I promise, I will find you again." He said pulling her in and resting his head on hers. "I will grow to be a wealthy man after selling many books and find you again, I will write about you, that way we can find each other again." He added.

"Will you write it in French?" She asked, jokingly as she looked up at him trying to relieve the tense situation. The boy, not understanding her smile took this seriously and remembered forever to write about her... in French, although he had never heard of this "French" before.

"Yes," He replied with a smile (and misunderstood by the girl as well), "I will write all about you in French."

Letting go of her hand, he ran off and disappeared into the woods.'

Miroku laid flat on his back, looking up at the red ceiling and thinking of the small raven haired girl. Reaching into his shirt, he pulled out a small piece of worn down paper. Opening it, a face stared back at him with a smile. It was her, the girl he met so long ago, and never forgot. Her jet black hair was tied into two small ponytails that hung from the side of her face and her smile, shinning out of the roughly sketched portrait. She was embedded into his mind, the only thing he had dominated his thoughts for the past 17 years.

Since he left the temple, Miroku had been in a frantic search for her, going everywhere – to every city imaginable in Europe, while leaning French on the way. Folding the picture up again Miroku sat up and looked around.

The room had been nicely decorated, paintings everywhere. But one of them caught his eye, a rather small one compared to the others. Hanging by itself on a wall beside the dresser; walking over, Miroku looked at the picture.

In it was the roman ruins, painted like they were real, and in the middle stood a young woman, with flowing red hair looking back and staring out of the picture. Although she paled in comparison to the amount of detail the painter had spent painting her, she radiated with beauty.

Looking a little bit lower, Miroku noticed the name of the painter and the painting's name. It looked as if the name had been scratched in with a sharp nail and it read "Portrait of a Lost City", under that was the name, scratched in deep brown paint, "Inu Yasha".

Taking a step back, Miroku looked at the picture and smiled. He greatly admired this "Inu Yasha" character for taking this step. Not many painters in England painted scenery in this era, it seemed too rebellious. Every picture had been or had a woman figure half naked (which were Miroku's personal favorite pictures) standing or in some position in the painting.

Still smiling, Miroku walked back to the bed and fetched his French book. Taking the key of the room and pocketing it beside his French book, he walked out into the halls and down to the hall where he met Sango the night before.

Sango stood behind the bar; working away frantically serving the customers that came down for breakfast. A couple of young men were out back, in the kitchen and cooking like madmen, while Sango took charge of the front and the bills, being the only of out of the group who had received a proper education and who could count past 10.

Sango, after pouring a cup of orange juice turned quickly and handed it to the customer.

"Here you are sir, enjoy!" Sango said with a smile. Suddenly, she stopped what she was doing and looked past the man, staring. The man, mistaking this thought she was staring at him. Looking Sango up and down, he spit on his hands and brushed it in his hair, flattening the few strands that stuck out.

Sango stood there, holding a rag and staring. Slowly a smile formed on her face and she put the dirty cloth down on the counter. Opening the small door, she walked out slowly. The man turned in his seat, as if receiving her, but was severely disappointed when she walked right passed him. The man crouched with despair, but still his eyes followed her across the room where she met a young girl.

Kagome stood in the light and waved to Sango. She had finally gotten out of the sea of covers, gotten dressed and walked out of the room for the first time in 2 days. Dressed in a light blue dress that went down to her calves and changed to white half way up the dress, the front was just slightly higher than her chest and curved to her shoulders with long sleeves hanging down. It was slightly large on the shoulders but fit her body perfectly. She smiled at the groups of people at each table.

As she stood there, the heads began to turn towards her and stare at her non-stop, making her feel very uncomfortable.

Sango walked up to her and reached for her hands. Holding the up, she felt the warmth beneath her skin. Smiling Sango lead her towards the bar and gave her a seat away from all the men. Walking behind the counter, she gave Kagome a cup of orange juice and leaned onto the counter to face Kagome.

"So, Kagome, how'd you meet mister tall, dark, half-breed and mysterious?" She asked jokingly. Kagome almost chocked on her juice.

Looking up she smiled at Sango. "You mean Inu Yasha?" She asked innocently, taking a slurp of her juice.

"Yup." Sango added, from the other side of the bar – filing a bill. Kagome giggle slightly. Sango laughed from the other end and walked over, while cleaning a cup.

Kagome looked up at the ceiling. "Actually, I'm not quite sure. All I remember is that I was walking down Young Street 2 nights ago, and I met Inu Yasha. He was just standing there...in the rain...looking...in...a...puddle." Kagome said gently, slightly trailing off thinking of what Inu Yasha looked like in the rain. A slight blush appeared on Kagome's cheeks as the image returned to her.

'Inu Yasha stood in the rain, looking down into a murky grey puddle. As Kagome shuffled under her bundle of clothing, he looked up. His bright eyes pierced her eyes and penetrated to the back of her skull.

His hair covered parts of his white face and slightly red cheeks. His face so structured, so handsome and perfect with...'

"Kagome!" Sango shouted. "Earth to Kagome?" She repeated, waving her hand in front of her face back and forth. Kagome snapped out of her daze and looked Sango in the eyes. Smiling slightly she felt herself blush and turn a bright red as Sango burst out laughing.

Looking around, Kagome realized that everyone had left. She was the only one sitting there, still holding her orange juice.

"What's so funny?" A voice asked from behind her. Sango froze and a look of anger crossed her face. She quickly looked around for something to do. Kagome recognizing the voice turned around to meet a familiar face. His gold earring and boyish 'regular' looks, although Kagome did admit to her self mentally that he did look pretty good...sometimes.

"Miroku-san!" She screamed as she leapt out of her chair and into his arms. Sango turned and watched in amazement at their actions (and at the fact that Kagome was that close to Miroku and he didn't even make a move on her) and affections towards each other.

Miroku pulled away and rested his head on Kagome's, their noses slightly touching. Both smiled at each other as if they'd known each other for the past ten lifetimes.

"My my, Kagome-chan, you've really grown into a beautiful and formidable woman since the last time we met." Miroku complimented laughing. Kagome pouted out her lips and looked away.

"That's not funny Miroku." Kagome grabbed the monk by the nose "When will you stop joking around with me, I'm not six anymore...so?" Kagome added, letting go, "have you found her yet?" Everything suddenly went quiet. Miroku turned around and looked up at the red ceiling.

"No, and I won't give up. I'll search forever if I have to." He said gently. Kagome jumped up to his height and grasped his shoulder.

"Well, when you do find her, don't forget to ask her your infamous question my dear monk. You never know, she just might." Kagome stopped suddenly and began laughing hysterically. Miroku turned towards her with a huge smile on his face, one Sango hadn't seen before on anyone; except her brother Kohaku. Reaching over he began to tickly Kagome.

She fidgeted like crazy as he moved his hands around her stomach. Soon after a few tickles she began to scream with laughter.

"Infamous question is it...hmm my dear Kagome?" Miroku laughed "I'll show you infamous." He added continuing to tickle her. Tears began to form in Kagome's eyes from all the tickling and trickle down her cheeks.

Just as Inu Yasha walked out the door, he heard the screams. Noticing beforehand that Kagome had gone, he ran at his fastest pace down the stairs. Stopping at the foot he saw a dark haired man standing in front of Kagome, punching her. She just stood there, screaming with tears in her eyes. Sango stood behind her, slightly laughing.

"Sango, you wench, why aren't you helping Kagome from that bastard." Inu Yasha called out. Everything suddenly stopped and the man stopped assaulting Kagome and turned to Inu Yasha.

"Inu Yasha?" Both of the girls asked, confused, at the same time.

Inu Yasha rushed forward and pulled his sword out of its sheath. A flash of light shone as the old scabbard transformed into a whole dog fang. Landing down between the assailant and Kagome, Inu Yasha held his sword strong and proud. Miroku jumped back just in time to dodge the slice of the blade landing down.

"Inu Yasha!" Kagome screamed from behind him.

"Shut up." He yelled back.

"Now now. Inu Yasha, is that really any way to treat a lady such as Kagome-chan?" Miroku mocked, laughing slightly.

"Better than you treated her you bastard. How dare you call as if she's yours." Inu Yasha replied charging forward with his sword held high.

Miroku dodged again and jumped onto the other side of the room, on a table. Inu Yasha threw his sword and shattered the table to pieces. And with no flat surface, Miroku fell over and landed on his back. Inu Yasha advanced, with his hand clenched in a tight fist.

"I'll show you how to treat a woman." He yelled.

"Wait, wait! You have this all wrong." Miroku pleaded, reaching around for a weapon, remembering he had left his staff in his room.

"Like hell it is!" Inu Yasha exclaimed.

Kagome who stood aside watched the two men fight and watched Miroku trip and fall. Many times she and Sango called out for them to stop but neither heard. She ran out of ideas on how to stop them and seeing Miroku about to be struck, Kagome did the only thing she could think of.

Breaking out into a frantic run, and almost tripping over her dress, Kagome ran towards Miroku. Being closer than Inu Yasha, she made it just a few seconds ahead of him. Jumping down and covering herself over Miroku she turned her head towards Inu Yasha, staring him in the eyes.

He suddenly stopped in his tracks, right before Miroku and let his hand fall to his side. Pulling his blade out of the floor, he placed it back in its sheath. Kagome seeing that he had calmed moved off of Miroku. Quickly he stood up and dusted himself off.

Inu Yasha reached over and offered Kagome a hand.

And so did Miroku.

At the same time.

The two men stared at each other. Kagome letting out a loud sigh helped herself up and dusted off her dress.

"What the heck do you think your doing!?! HUH? Coming in, breaking everything just because you 'assumed' that I was being hurt?" Kagome began to yell. Miroku, knowing her all too well, back away and headed towards Sango at the counter.

"What the hell is your problem?!" Inu Yasha yelled back.

"Don't give me that. Do you take me for an idiot?"

"When did I ever say that?!" Inu Yasha continued to yell, but felt his anger and heartbeat slow down as he looked into Kagome's eyes.

"You just did you jerk!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" He replied, ignoring Miroku's comments about using inappropriate language in front of the womenfolk.

"You just did. Do you take me for that big of an idiot that I'd let myself get abused by some stranger?" Inu Yasha was left speechless. "I'm not one of your fan club girls, Mr. High and mighty- look-at-me-and-my-stupid-big-sword, who want you to save them at every possible chance."

"Fan club girls?" Inu Yasha responded slightly stunned.

"Don't think I don't know who you are, Mr. Inu Yasha, the amazing painter. I've seen your fan clubs following you, and you seem to enjoy the attention with a great deal."

As the two bickered away like little children, Miroku took this chance to talk to the ravishing beauty behind the counter. First he ordered a juice and watched the two scream at each other at the top of their lungs.

"Kagome never changes." He said with a laugh.

"You've know her very long, Houshi-sama?" Sango asked, slightly delighted to see Kagome up and active.

"Long doesn't begin to describe it." He replied turning to face her. "We grew up, in the same village, next door to each other. She lived in a temple; I lived in the temple beside her. She came to my temple for schooling and I went to hers for training. Her family became my family, since I never had one."

"I'm sorry." Sango apologized.

"No need, I never knew them so I don't know what they're like, for all I know they could have been murders." He stopped to take a sip of his juice. "This brings back lots of memories. Kagome was such a calm girl when she was young, so quiet and beating everyone in studies. However, she was never very strong – very very frail. I'm surprised she can even shout for this long and not need to catch her breath." A smile appeared on his face.

'She's getting healthier, just as Mushin-san had predicted. As long as she doesn't get hurt emotionally, she should live a long and prosperous life. And now that I'm here, I'll make sure of it.' He thought to himself, with a smile on his face.

Soon after the screaming stopped when Kagome began to sway and stumble. Inu Yasha quickly grabbed a hold of her and brought her over for a drink. Sitting down next to her, he watched her as she drank her juice. Slamming the cup down she was about to open her mouth when he spoke first.

"Kagome, shut up." He began. "I was wrong okay?" He whispered gently, only that she could hear. Kagome closed her mouth and looked at him, eyes wide open, slowly her look softened and she smiled. Brushing aside a strand of hair on her face, Kagome turned to Miroku.

"What brings you to merry old England Miroku-san? I thought you were heading off to France?" She asked smiling again. Miroku smiled back at her, reaching out he held her hand in his.

"I came to see you my dear Kagome." He replied. Kagome picked up the cup and gave Miroku a hard whack on the head, giving him a bruise.

"I told you I'm not six anymore." She said angrily. "I thought you found your girl; you know the one in Scotland with the red pigtails?"

Miroku gave a small laugh and Kagome sighed.

"Are you in search of someone Houshi-sama?" Sango asked, butting in.

"I'm looking for a childhood friend." He replied.

"His French girl!" Kagome added. Suddenly, Sango felt something inside her click.

"French girl?" She asked.

"Yup," Kagome continued before Miroku could stop her, "a girl Miroku fell in love with when he was 4 and he's been searching for her ever since."

"I see." She added, thinking away furiously. Something bothered her greatly about this 'French girl' they were talking about.

"Who cares, it's just a human." Inu Yasha added angrily from the other side.

"Just a human?" Miroku demanded, angrily. "It seems that you, Inu Yasha, have never had anyone to care for is it true?" The group looked at Inu Yasha.

"I-I have. Who needs to know anyways?" He replied, turning around and pouting.

"Well," Miroku added, grabbing for Sango's hands. "As long as I have Sango's lovely company, I don't think I'll need my French girl." Sango wrenching her hands free, she grabbed her hiraikotsu out of nowhere and hit him hard on the head.

Kagome turned in her chair holding her head.

"You never change do you Miroku." She said with a smirk.

Wow...I feel so stupid now. I uploaded the same thing into two different chapters....smacks head Very Sorry about that. It was late...I blame the night. Anyways..thank you to unheard screams for pointy at my mistake. Thank you very much (bows).