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= = Chapter Four = Reasons = = = =
Kagome sat on the bench and watched as the snow fell. The icy wind blew at her, but instead of chilling her it felt good.
"Have you stared at the snow long enough yet?"
Kagome looked at Juroumaru, who was sitting next to her. He was wearing a heavy jacket, but was still cold. Since the attack on her last week Juroumaru insisted that he stay as her bodyguard. When she had insisted that Sango take care of it, Juroumaru and Musou had bluntly refused the 'request'. Kagome took a small amount of satisfaction from the fact that every day she could drag Juroumaru out to watch the snow and he would be uncomfortably cold.
The day after the attack all of her friends came over to her house to check up on her. Inu Yasha even brought over Yura. They had made the decision to visit Kagome everyday until her wrist healed. That was everyone but Miroku, he had reveled that he now was a detective and was currently working on a case. She could still see everyone's face.
Flashback
"So we'll all be visiting you everyday until your wrist is healed," Sango announced.
"I can't," Miroku objected.
"Why not?" Kagome asked, disappointed.
"I have to work," Miroku answered.
"What kind of work do you have to do, houshi?" Inu Yasha inquired.
"I'm not really a monk," Miroku started.
"Then what do you do?" Kouga asked.
"I'm a detective and have to work on a case that came in recently. Sorry Kagome," Miroku apologized.
Everyone was stunned, the Miroku they knew was way to... well, Mirokuish to be a detective.
"It's okay, but you'll still come over once and a while right," Kagome pleaded.
"Of course, I'm still going to be around," Miroku replied with a wink.
Kagome was confused about the wink until till his hand move. She smiled, Sango had made a mistake in standing near him.
"Hentai," Sango screeched.
Miroku lay grinning on her floor. Everyone laughed, he was still the same Miroku after all. He had a satisfied look on his face.
"It's always worth it," he stated.
An angry Sango used her sandaled foot to bash his head.
End Flashback
Kagome came out of her musings as a particularly freezing wind blew over her. She turned back to the slightly shivering Juroumaru.
"Okay then, let go to the pond first," Kagome said.
Juroumaru smiled gratefully and helped Kagome to her feet. One standing she looked down at her round stomached in disappointment.
"I can't wait till I get to have a waist again," she muttered.
"Come on let's go, I'm cold," Juroumaru complained.
Kagome looked at him and saw that he was jumping around trying to get warm. She smiled and waddled over to the pond. After staring at the surface for a second she took out the rose, taking not to prick herself. She tossed it in and watched it. After the fish dragged it down she turned and head for home, Juroumaru was following her.
"I don't know why we have to do this every day it snows," he grumbled.
"Come on old man, the fresh air will keep you healthy," Kagome retorted.
"It's not healthy to get sick," Juroumaru argued.
"But you're not sick are you?" Kagome replied.
Juroumaru continued to grumble, albeit to lowly for her to hear, all the way home.
Miroku
It had taken him a few days to learn all he could, but he was finally here. He was at the front doors on the man who had broken Kagome's heart. He knocked on the door and prayed that Sesshomaru would be the one to answer it. After a few painfully quiet minutes the door opened.
"Yes?" Sesshomaru asked freezingly.
The anger that Miroku had buried rose at hearing seeing the man's arrogant face. He would get answers later, now was the time to unleash his anger. Miroku slammed his fist into Sesshomaru's face. Sesshomaru was taken by surprise and stumbled back a step. Miroku advanced and poked the man in his chest with a finger.
"You, sir, had better explain why you left Kagome!" Miroku shouted.
Sesshomaru had regained his composer as Miroku yelled. His face was an unemotional mask. He looked down at the man that was a good head shorter than himself.
"We shall adjourn to my office," he said finally.
Sesshomaru turned on his heel and walk to his office, not looking back at Miroku until he was settled behind his desk. Miroku had gathered himself and was watching Sesshomaru for any signs of retaliation.
"I assume this is about my disappearance two and a half months ago," Sesshomaru stated.
"Yes, it is," Miroku replied evenly.
"Well, what do you want to know about?" Sesshomaru said.
"Why did you leave? You two seemed so happy."
"I was, Kagome is the best thing that ever happened to me. But-"
There was an uncomfortable pause. Sesshomaru started into space and Miroku watched him carefully.
"Well?" Miroku asked.
"I got a letter, threaten Kagome. My presence, it seems, is now a danger to her," Sesshomaru finished.
"If you knew she was in danger, why did you leave?"
Sesshomaru looked Miroku straight in the eye as he answered.
"I can do nothing when I don't know the enemy."
"Well you have to come back, now!"
Sesshomaru just raised an eyebrow in question. Miroku glared at him.
"Listen you arrogant bastard, they all escaped. All of them, except Kikyo and that's only because she was killed in the process. Shot dead," Miroku practically shout.
Sesshomaru looked infuriated, it was the first emotion that Miroku had since he had arrived.
"When?" He demanded.
"A few days before you left, it was hushed up, if I didn't have connections in the force I wouldn't have known. Damn Sango doesn't know and she works there," Miroku answered.
"What of the ass?"
"He escaped too, the mental penitentiary is going nuts with worry."
Sesshomaru sat back in his chair, obviously lost in deep thought. Then he refocused his gaze on Miroku, making him flinch under the scrutiny.
"I will return, but she must not see me, I will take no chances on her life," he stated.
"Then where will you go?" Miroku asked.
"I have a place that will accept me. I want you to give Kagome something."
Sesshomaru got to his feet and went to a cabinet and opened it. He drew out a piece of paper and handed it to Miroku. Miroku examined it and saw that it was a note.
"You may go now," Sesshomaru said in dismissal.
Miroku looked up at him and shrugged. He let himself out praying that the note would help put Kagome's mind and heart at ease.
Kagome
Kagome glared at the phone. It had interrupted her when the story was at the best part. Grouchily she pulled herself up from her comfortable seat. She snatched the phone of the hook.
"Hello?" She asked.
She listened and pale, she hung up the phone and stared into space. She stumbled back to the sofa and collapsed in a dead faint.
Sango
Sango hung up the phone. Kagome hadn't said anything about the news she had given her. This meant that they would all have to be on their guard.
"It never ends, not for us."
Elsewhere
In the dark room the shadow was plotting and thinking. It seemed all the characters where coming into play, but it was too late the game had already started, two and a half months ago.
= End Chapter = = = =
Kejie: If you hadn't noticed Akikazu is still in her 'mood'. I just can't break her out of it, and it's my job. Do you think her attitude seeps into her writing? See you.
Disclaimer: {growls}
= = Chapter Four = Reasons = = = =
Kagome sat on the bench and watched as the snow fell. The icy wind blew at her, but instead of chilling her it felt good.
"Have you stared at the snow long enough yet?"
Kagome looked at Juroumaru, who was sitting next to her. He was wearing a heavy jacket, but was still cold. Since the attack on her last week Juroumaru insisted that he stay as her bodyguard. When she had insisted that Sango take care of it, Juroumaru and Musou had bluntly refused the 'request'. Kagome took a small amount of satisfaction from the fact that every day she could drag Juroumaru out to watch the snow and he would be uncomfortably cold.
The day after the attack all of her friends came over to her house to check up on her. Inu Yasha even brought over Yura. They had made the decision to visit Kagome everyday until her wrist healed. That was everyone but Miroku, he had reveled that he now was a detective and was currently working on a case. She could still see everyone's face.
Flashback
"So we'll all be visiting you everyday until your wrist is healed," Sango announced.
"I can't," Miroku objected.
"Why not?" Kagome asked, disappointed.
"I have to work," Miroku answered.
"What kind of work do you have to do, houshi?" Inu Yasha inquired.
"I'm not really a monk," Miroku started.
"Then what do you do?" Kouga asked.
"I'm a detective and have to work on a case that came in recently. Sorry Kagome," Miroku apologized.
Everyone was stunned, the Miroku they knew was way to... well, Mirokuish to be a detective.
"It's okay, but you'll still come over once and a while right," Kagome pleaded.
"Of course, I'm still going to be around," Miroku replied with a wink.
Kagome was confused about the wink until till his hand move. She smiled, Sango had made a mistake in standing near him.
"Hentai," Sango screeched.
Miroku lay grinning on her floor. Everyone laughed, he was still the same Miroku after all. He had a satisfied look on his face.
"It's always worth it," he stated.
An angry Sango used her sandaled foot to bash his head.
End Flashback
Kagome came out of her musings as a particularly freezing wind blew over her. She turned back to the slightly shivering Juroumaru.
"Okay then, let go to the pond first," Kagome said.
Juroumaru smiled gratefully and helped Kagome to her feet. One standing she looked down at her round stomached in disappointment.
"I can't wait till I get to have a waist again," she muttered.
"Come on let's go, I'm cold," Juroumaru complained.
Kagome looked at him and saw that he was jumping around trying to get warm. She smiled and waddled over to the pond. After staring at the surface for a second she took out the rose, taking not to prick herself. She tossed it in and watched it. After the fish dragged it down she turned and head for home, Juroumaru was following her.
"I don't know why we have to do this every day it snows," he grumbled.
"Come on old man, the fresh air will keep you healthy," Kagome retorted.
"It's not healthy to get sick," Juroumaru argued.
"But you're not sick are you?" Kagome replied.
Juroumaru continued to grumble, albeit to lowly for her to hear, all the way home.
Miroku
It had taken him a few days to learn all he could, but he was finally here. He was at the front doors on the man who had broken Kagome's heart. He knocked on the door and prayed that Sesshomaru would be the one to answer it. After a few painfully quiet minutes the door opened.
"Yes?" Sesshomaru asked freezingly.
The anger that Miroku had buried rose at hearing seeing the man's arrogant face. He would get answers later, now was the time to unleash his anger. Miroku slammed his fist into Sesshomaru's face. Sesshomaru was taken by surprise and stumbled back a step. Miroku advanced and poked the man in his chest with a finger.
"You, sir, had better explain why you left Kagome!" Miroku shouted.
Sesshomaru had regained his composer as Miroku yelled. His face was an unemotional mask. He looked down at the man that was a good head shorter than himself.
"We shall adjourn to my office," he said finally.
Sesshomaru turned on his heel and walk to his office, not looking back at Miroku until he was settled behind his desk. Miroku had gathered himself and was watching Sesshomaru for any signs of retaliation.
"I assume this is about my disappearance two and a half months ago," Sesshomaru stated.
"Yes, it is," Miroku replied evenly.
"Well, what do you want to know about?" Sesshomaru said.
"Why did you leave? You two seemed so happy."
"I was, Kagome is the best thing that ever happened to me. But-"
There was an uncomfortable pause. Sesshomaru started into space and Miroku watched him carefully.
"Well?" Miroku asked.
"I got a letter, threaten Kagome. My presence, it seems, is now a danger to her," Sesshomaru finished.
"If you knew she was in danger, why did you leave?"
Sesshomaru looked Miroku straight in the eye as he answered.
"I can do nothing when I don't know the enemy."
"Well you have to come back, now!"
Sesshomaru just raised an eyebrow in question. Miroku glared at him.
"Listen you arrogant bastard, they all escaped. All of them, except Kikyo and that's only because she was killed in the process. Shot dead," Miroku practically shout.
Sesshomaru looked infuriated, it was the first emotion that Miroku had since he had arrived.
"When?" He demanded.
"A few days before you left, it was hushed up, if I didn't have connections in the force I wouldn't have known. Damn Sango doesn't know and she works there," Miroku answered.
"What of the ass?"
"He escaped too, the mental penitentiary is going nuts with worry."
Sesshomaru sat back in his chair, obviously lost in deep thought. Then he refocused his gaze on Miroku, making him flinch under the scrutiny.
"I will return, but she must not see me, I will take no chances on her life," he stated.
"Then where will you go?" Miroku asked.
"I have a place that will accept me. I want you to give Kagome something."
Sesshomaru got to his feet and went to a cabinet and opened it. He drew out a piece of paper and handed it to Miroku. Miroku examined it and saw that it was a note.
"You may go now," Sesshomaru said in dismissal.
Miroku looked up at him and shrugged. He let himself out praying that the note would help put Kagome's mind and heart at ease.
Kagome
Kagome glared at the phone. It had interrupted her when the story was at the best part. Grouchily she pulled herself up from her comfortable seat. She snatched the phone of the hook.
"Hello?" She asked.
She listened and pale, she hung up the phone and stared into space. She stumbled back to the sofa and collapsed in a dead faint.
Sango
Sango hung up the phone. Kagome hadn't said anything about the news she had given her. This meant that they would all have to be on their guard.
"It never ends, not for us."
Elsewhere
In the dark room the shadow was plotting and thinking. It seemed all the characters where coming into play, but it was too late the game had already started, two and a half months ago.
= End Chapter = = = =
Kejie: If you hadn't noticed Akikazu is still in her 'mood'. I just can't break her out of it, and it's my job. Do you think her attitude seeps into her writing? See you.
