A/N: WHOOT! Guess where I am? Not Michigan, I'm on vacation in Florida, visiting my grandparents (who are frikken awesome! Grandma almost nailed another guy with the car on the way to the house! I love her so much)

They just bought a new house so I've been helping with the renovation. Took up a carpet the other day! With a crowbar! I'm in shape now… (The bed is sooo comfortable) ANYWAY! In light of this recent event, I haven't been writing much, but ill hope to get it out to you soon… no birdie… or TV… or Internet… ::dies::

In 80 Days

Ch. 2

An old document and her new job

Miroku relaxed in his apartment. The small room was lined with colorful charms. Elephant carvings, Asian in there designs. Miniature pagodas from china, delicate and made with their original material. Other such trinkets sat on his desk and books of religion, architecture, and myth showed in his bookcases, topping it off with a collection of paperweights on one shelf. He prided himself in his many treasures, although most liked to call it clutter…

He was spread out on his couch, limbs hanging limply over the sides, quite a comfortable position if you ask him. He'd just gotten back from Kagome's place... Back there at her home, he had waited a good long time, but when she had finally come home, shed seemed rather withdrawn… he hadn't bothered her, for she was sending off a rather solitary vibe and he doubted she would have liked to be disturbed.

Besides that, the good news was that he had finally received a letter from the department of educational research! It said that they would provide financial support for the trip he had been planning for the last year. He sighed wistfully; this was going to be so cool. He wanted to take a journey around the world, see the sights if you will. In return for the sponsorship, he had offered to write a documentary on the different places and their customs. It had been his lifelong dream and he was eager to fulfill it. He almost had everything he needed… and now he had so much money at his dispense...

"NO! KEEP YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER MIROKU! THIS IS STRICTLY PROFESSIONAL" he reasoned with himself, pouting slightly. For now, he had absolutely nothing to do... seeing as he had already visited Kagome's; he searched for a book in his shelves for reading. Pulling out his favorite he stopped as another, thinner novel, fell from the bookcase from where it had been kept. He studied it before bending down to pick it up. It was a dark almost velvet green with golden calligraphy lettering on the front which read:

"Demons and magic, a mission to the weak "

He had never seen this book before, and he was sure he would remember the unique cover... With one eyebrow perked, he stuffed the first back in favor of the smaller one. Sitting, again, down on his sofa, he opened the slim novel. The pages were tinted brown with age although at first glance the book itself looked quite new. He didn't remember this novel being in his collections. Nevertheless, he dived headfirst into the book, becoming hooked instantly.

Ch.1

The Past Four Kingdoms.

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"So.... how long did you say this was gonna take?" Kagome spoke into the speaker, her voice taking a second before it reached the receiver on the other end. She didn't much like talking on the phone, especially those long distance calls where HER money was being wasted. Oh no, she most certainly didn't like that. "Yeah, I got it already" she said, looking down on her paper of notes. "I have everything down, no need to repeat yourself... yes I know... right, ill make sure of that- and you don't have to tell me-" she echoed her employers words exactly "'above all circumstances you must never let your charge be harmed' I know I know, yes... alright then, bye" with that she click the receiver down, rolling her eyes at the extreme detail her agent had made her memorize.

Ah yes, her other job, the one she detested above all reason. But she had no choice. The only reason she was in this trade to keep herself standing. Unfortunately, Miroku didn't pay very well at all, but what can you expect? Her time with him was like play considering what she really did for a living. She was a bodyguard if you will; belonging to the "Guardians," a company that prided in there expertly trained agents. Not like those burley men you see on TV, you know… the ones with the black tuxedoes, sunglasses, and earpieces hanging out of their ears? Oh no, The Guardians were much different than that. Screw the stereotypes. They were pretty much normal people, who would under no account take a bullet but rather give one to the offending.

With different, quote: "Spy gear" in their bags they would protect their charge in the shadows, watching over them like a real guardian would. Kagome wouldn't call herself cold-blooded… but it hurt her heart to know that she had killed people in the past, no matter how bad there intentions… no matter if they were demons... As such. It was a welcomed escape from her harsh reality when she worked with Miroku.

All in all, she enjoyed his company, all except those wandering hands of his... so he had a few quirks! All in all he was a good friend. He didn't know of her job… It was just after she had left the orphanage that they found her… the "employers" of the Guardian network. After commenting on how "suitable" they thought she looked, they had dragged her to some sort of evaluation facility. After that unruly inspection they had asked her if she'd wanted to partake in their collaboration. Showing her false facts, how easy it supposedly was… She had agreed when she looked at the pay, For kami's sake, she was only 16 at the time! … so yes, she was definitely backed up but at what price? She killed people when she worked. At the expense of peoples lives she made her living and she hated it.

This particular job, she had been chosen to guard a very rich man. Nothing new, the same jibber-jabber about how many were out for his money and some for his life. Her role was to watch him from afar, and sniper down any criminal… if threatening enough. She shuddered at the thought. What would her mom think of her career?

At the thought of her one parent, Kagome's eyes began to glisten. The page in the travel log was still fresh in her mind. The memories uselessly blocked away, so not to hurt her any further. Some may think Kagome harsh by how she lived her life up until this point, but they were wrong. She wasn't cold, maybe a little misunderstood but never sadistic.

It was late. She had work tomorrow, quite important work at that, so she crept upstairs into her bedroom to get some well-deserved sleep.

Although Kagome would never expect… that this next job would be the start of a new chapter in her life.

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'You know Sessomaru" the gentleman spoke. His voice echoed off the ballroom walls. Painted gold and shimmering in radiance. "You really do have a beautiful manor."

The one called Sessomaru stood with a sober expression. Taking all this in with no hint of gratefulness. He was a cold man. He came from a strict pristine family, raised mostly by his mother, who believed in precision or punishment. He loathed the woman with his entire being, although he dare not express it in fear of his self. No… that was wrong. The demon Sessomaru feared nothing.

He was prim, a result of his childhood upbringing, with long silver hair down to his back and crystal golden eyes. Many thought him elegant in his own way, even feminine but he paid them no mind. He seemed to care about nothing. He had no selfish wants, no will to donate his own, no love that he wished to be with. In all, he kept to himself, closed to others.

"Yes Sir. Yamigoto" he replied, his voice deep amd melodic. "This mansion was handed down to me from my father."

Mr. Yamigoto eyed at the demon slyly, his hand fishing around in his jacket pocket. "Such a manor should not be in the possession of one who would not use it. Your never here, it's a pity this floor shall never be danced upon."

Sessomaru's eyes darted down to his hand and he sneered. Of course he had realized this dark mans desires, just to humor himself he had invited the convict into his house… But such rudeness would not be tolerated now… "Stop" Sessomaru stated evenly, but Yamigoto did no such thing as he flipped out the gun he had been holding special for this moment.

"You a fool Sessomaru" he sneered, a free strand of his greased back hair falling out of place. He shook slightly, holding the gun out like an idiot. "Your reign will end n—" he was abruptly cut off as a trail of blood trickled down out of his mouth. "Y... you-" he stuttered before collapsing on the ground, unable to finish his sentence as a pool of red formed around his body

"I'm afraid you are the fool Sir Yamigoto" Sessomaru said, flicking his wrist. The familiar crimson liquid fell from his fingertips, spattering the already soiled floor. "Your right though… it is a pity"

He turned away, ignoring the body as he stepped out of the large room, his heels clicking lightly on the speckled floor. "A pity indeed"

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Miroku awoke; the book he had been reading was now lying somewhere on the floor... It seems as if he had fallen asleep while reading it the last night. He sat up, and cringed.

"Note to self." he spoke"never sleep, bent over on the couch." He got up, stretching the kinks out of his back. Thanks to that, he was cramped and what a good feeling that was! He sighed. Icky clothes… he changed and washed before Walking into the kitchen. He grabbed a cup of orange juice as the phrase "a good day starts with a good breakfast" echoed in his head. Was that his mother's voice?

He glanced over, his answering machine blinking 1 in red. A message? He pressed the play back button and it beeped before Kagome's voice sounded over the phone.

"Hey Miroku... I... I need to talk to you" she sounded rather melancholy with her first line, not Kagome-ish at all. "I wont be home today… I'm at the office… Ill call again when I get back since I didn't catch you… see you then, ja ne."

Miroku sipped his orange juice half-heartedly as the finishing beep resounded. "What does she want to talk about?" he wondered aloud. Finishing his juice, he pushed the thought to the back of his head before grabbing his keys, eager to send a reply back to the DOER. He laughed in mirth, still giddy after receiving the news.

He left the house at half past 11.

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End Chapter 2

IM SORRY this is so sketchy!!! I was hoping to have at least SOMETHING come together in this chapter but unfortunately… nothing has. I Promise that the next chap will have more than just people doing their business here and there. And I think our Inu-baby will finally come in around chap 4… I know that's a long while to wait but there is a reason.

Inuyasha: ::mutters about how utterly pathetic Urei-sama is::

… Smacks Inuyasha over the head with a mallet I can hear you ya' know