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Chapter #2

Kagome looked around.

Well, this was it. She was in a random airport, randomly placed in Tokyo, to go to this random guy's house, to work as some random maid because her mother liked walking alone in woods.

Random, huh?

(Flashback)

"You gave me away?!"

"Figuratively speaking," her mother sighed. "He gave me a contract to sign, and I signed it. You start working as his maid next Monday. Kagome," her mother's forehead wrinkled in concern, "I...I'm scared. If you don't show up something'll happen to us. I don't know what but" She shook her head. "Something bad will come. I know I sound slightly more then mental, but you have to believe me."

"I believe," Kagome said slowly, "that you think you're telling the truth. You might even be telling me what really happened, but...I dunno. This is weird. Can't we just move or something?"

"Kagome, something will happen. I swear it." Her mother looked at her with wide, pleading eyes.

Kagome shrugged, and laughed feebly. "But hey, it's an adventure, right?" Then she perked up. "Those Japanese lessons will finally do me some good!"

"He spoke English."

Silence.

"Oh. Well. Right. At least it's not like I'm leaving all that much behind."

Her mother gave her a dirty look.

"Except you and Souta, of course." More glares. "And all my friends." Jeez, it wasn't like Kagome couldn't just call them. "But that's basically it. And Japan...if this wasn't so creepy in a deranged-stalker kinda way, I'd think this would be a great opportunity."

"So you're fine with it?"

Her mother had just signed her up to work halfway around the world.

She had no job.

No social life.

No life.

Was she fine with it?

Kagome forced a smile. "Yeah Mom, of course. It'll be fun."

Fun.

(Flash-Back-To-Present-Time)

Kagome once again swept her gaze across the crowded room.

She was supposed to be being picked up, wasn't she?

"Excuse me," she turned to see a handsome man holding a sign. 'Welcome Kagome!' was written across it in embarrassingly large and pink letters.

Pink.

Ew.

"Hi." She nodded to the guy. "I guess you know my name, what's yours?"

"Miroku." He nodded at her single backpack. "If that's all you have, why don't we go to the car?"

Kagome nodded meekly, and followed him out to an expensive sports car.

Mentally estimating the price, she guessed whoever the mystery employer was had to be some rich dude.

Probably an ancient bag of bones.

The car ride was awkward, but luckily very short.

Pulling up to large silver-colored gates, Miroku leaned out the window and spoke into a microphone-looking-thingie (that Kagome hadn't even noticed until it seemingly sprung from the gate).

"Shippou? Ya mind opening the Northern gates for me?" A voice at the other end said something Kagome couldn't quite make out. "Thanks." Rolling the window back up, Miroku steered the car through the gates.

Giving Kagome a reassuring smile, he said a bit hesitantly, "You should know some things about this place. First of all, don't tick off Inuyasha."

"And he would be?"

"The guy employing you. He has temper problems."

Kagome thought back to the story her mother had told her. "I bet."

Miroku glanced at her curiously, but didn't ask any questions. "Second of all, you can under no circumstances go into the West wing."

"What's in the West wi—"

"Something that will get you into a lot of trouble."

That shut Kagome up.

"Lastly, you should know that Shippou will be in charge of you chores. Anything you want to know, you should just ask either him or me. Stay away from Inuyasha and Naraku."

"Naraku?" Kagome frowned. "How many people work here anyway?"

Her question remained unanswered, because at that moment the mansion came into view.

More like a castle.

Huge stone walls, beautiful stained-glass windows, giant gargoyle statuesâ€this place probably needed hundreds of servants.

Getting out of the car, walking up those marble steps, and taking in everything put Kagome in sort of a daze.

"This is amazing."

Miroku smiled proudly. "You're our guest, anything you want, ask for it. As long as you don't bug anyone who can get you fired."

Kagome rolled her eyes.

Then he suddenly got down on his knees in front of her. "Will you bear my child?"

Wow, Miroku doesn't waste that much time, now does he?

Settle down all you readers, I'm a huge Sango/Miroku fan.

As you can see so far, I'm kind of employing stuff from the movie, stuff from the fairy tale, and just stuff that pops into my head.

And since I'm basing this fic on a story, I'm pretty sure the plot will be much better then the last one.

Hopefully.

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