Edit 7/22/05: Darling fans of this story. lol. One, I love you guys! lol. Two, I have made some revisions to this story. The plot is still the same, I just fixed some errors and typos (and maybe a couple plot-holes as well). I was re-reading it and found some stuff I could fix... so I did! If you haven't read this in a while, I would reread because I made some scene alterations. It was necessary, because it made the story flow easier and some made more sense than previous ones.

Okay. Brand-new original idea! Hopefully my comp won't toy with me and lose this one too! knocks on wood>

'Ships: Kagome/Inuyasha, Sango/Miroku

Chapter Title: Another Boring Speech...

Chapter Teaser: The First Lady and her husband were so entrapped in becoming famous and "making the world a better place" that they could not even notice their own daughter's pain.

Notes: "words"- means speaking; 'words'- meand thinking; italics- emphasis on words

Dedication: Rozefire, because she has the most awesome and original fics I've ever read, and (unbeknownst to her) has become a huge inspiration to me. And to Pline, because she has tolerated my probably annoying IM's and on top of that, has an amazing Inuyasha story I love.

Disclaimer: If I owned Inuyasha, I would distribute him to every country in the world to come on every day, all day on his own television network. :drools:

Chapter One: Another Boring Speech...

"...Have I not proven myself to be an adequate leader? If not more? I have held all of America's best interests at heart, giving people the choice to express their sexuality however they choose to; making abortion a choice for all mothers..."

There was some collective booing at that last statement, but the man at the podium paid no mind, simply continued on. From behind him, Kagome Higurashi could almost see his ego inflating. She had tuned out for most of his speech anyway. But, as it was, he was the current president of the United States,so he could probably be whatever the public wanted him to be, whether an egotistical maniac or a modest gentleman. In this case, it was an elaborate stew of both. His four years were drawing to a close, however, and Kagome, now 15, was growing used to the idea of being the President's daughter. If not for the fact that the other candidate who was running when her father did was a little psycho-ish... (As in Adolf Hitler, world domination psycho-type...) She got the feeling her dad wouldn't have been elected at all. Kagome was twelve when her father first won the election and her comfortable home life soon became a busy life in the public eye. Being judged on fashion, nonetheless. She exhaled when she looked down at her ensemble. Perfect for that seemingly flawless look of a First Daughter; a long sleeved top, a moderate-length black skirt and flats. At least she wasn't dressed like a prostitute. But maybe then, some other aspects to her life could be better understood.

Part of her sincerely hoped her father would win re-election in November, but that was just to make him happy. Another part of herseriously wanted out of the spotlight. All of her "minor little accidents" were constantly hush-hush. It seemed like everything that could tarnish the President's image was falling upon Kagome's shoulders. All were worried of the President's well-being, no one paying any mind to the First Daughter, until, that is, she tried to slip away from conferences, campaigns, and any general meetings her father held. Yep, despite the glamour, being the President's daughter was highly boring.

She glanced sideways and saw Naraku, the Vice President, glaring at her. Kagome looked away quickly, somehow Naraku always seemed to make her intensely uneasy. Out of the corner of her eye she watched him. He was still staring at her, a manic glint in his eye. Kagome, quite fed up with it, fixated him with a steely gaze before he sneered and turned away. She shook her head, an unusual chill creeping down her spine. Ever since this presidency had began, Naraku had been out to get her, she was sure of it. She knew, matter-of-fact, due to some... circumstances... 'I'm not going to think about it...' Kagome told herself. She turned her attention to her brother, Souta. He, too, looked bored out of his mind, sitting there beside her, but he was humming under his breath. Kagome leaned a little closer to him, trying to listen.

"Ba da dum. Da da dum. Da da da dum, da da da da da dum..."

Kagome rolled her eyes as she recognized the tune. Ever since their father had become president, actually even before that, Souta had been obsessed with secret agents. He had watched Spy Kids at least 20 times now, as well as the sequel and the third part to it. That explained why the child was humming the all-too-familiar theme to Mission Impossible. Well, it was understandable from Kagome's view. He currently had Agent Cody Banks permanently lodged in the DVD player (not literally of course!) in the White House "family room".

The "family room" was nothing more than a room, equipped (to Souta's overwhelming delight) with a DVD player and an X-Box, with more than enough movies and games to accommodate each. Souta loved it to death, but Kagome preferred the Rose Room, with its lovely rose-patterned wallpaper and soft pink-colored furniture. It was absolutely beautiful, even though a few years ago she detested the color pink. But it kind of grew on her.

However, Kagome also wielded a few dark secrets. They stay buried deep beneath her happy-as-a-bunny facade. Kagome glanced beside her at her secret service detail. Two faces stood out, amale and afemale. Sango and Miroku. Her only true friends. She only wished she had not hurt them. Sango had been the first to see. Miroku had discovered it after that. But neither, she was somewhat pleased to know, had not found out that it had continued. It was her secret, and no one could drag it from her. Not willingly anyway.

Besides, this would jeopardize her father's campaign terribly. Sango and Miroku could keep this secret from her family, she was sure, but if word got out to the press...or worse, those dreaded tabloids...reporters would have a field day. And President Daddy would not be pleased. Kagome sighed inwardly. The First Lady and her husband were so entrapped in becoming famous and "making the world a better place" that they could not even notice their own daughter's pain. 'Like my pain is ever noticed. No one cares about me.'

Kagome heard a slightly audible smack! from beside her. Knowing immediately what had happened, she leaned forward, to see them better, grinning. Sure enough, Sango was looking daggers at Miroku, who had the firmly planted, pink imprint of an angry female's hand. Three guesses what angry female. 'Never could keep his hands to himself...Well, at least he's more interested in feeling up Sango than me!' Kagome thought to herself, half-listening to her father, wondering when he would be done, trying to suppress her giggles at Miroku's predicament. Kagome crossed her legs, adjusting her skirt. She moved her right foot back and forth in a hypnotizing circle.

Kagome sighed, wiggling her foot. After a moment, she made a few furtive glances around her. Sango, noticing this, nudged Miroku's arm with her elbow. He looked at her curiously and she nodded in Kagome's direction. "Ah." He whispered, just loud enough for Sango to hear, "She's makin' a break for it." But, our dear little lecher spoke louder than intended.

Souta, hearing those words and how they were spoken, was instantly alert. He stopped humming Mission Impossible and began focusing all of his attention upon Miroku, who spoke again, in a higher-pitched voice, "Chester, AJ, evasive maneuver twelve!" Sango rolled her eyes at him. "Miroku, you watch way too many cartoons..." Miroku smiled deviously and replied, in a sing-song voice, "Oddparents, Fairly Oddparents, it flips your lid..." He tapered off as a smile came to play upon Sango's lips as she quietly finished the song, "...when you're the kid with Fairly Oddparents!"

Souta, disappointed, but humored all same was thinking to himself, 'So Secret Agents watch The Fairly Oddparents? Darn. And I've been watching Spongebob.' Kagome made to slide sneakily out of her seat to move behind Sango and Miroku. Sitting at the end had it's advantages, like slipping behind the Secret Service and out of there. But Sango was one step ahead of her. Or should I say, behind her? For, just as Kagome was half-out of her seat, Sango slid backwards and over a little, blocking her exit.

Recognizing defeat, and succumbing to her ultimate doom of boredom, Kagome sighed and sat back down. 'Stupid press conferences... Dad has no idea what he's talking about anyway...'

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