A/N: Yea! It made me so happy to see your reviews! My computer had a total crash down yesterday (super computer Dad fixed it) but I have to be delicate with it until I get over my fear of downloading viruses ect. Then I will go about clicking on anything I please until it happens again and I get paraniod again. Anyways, enough of my boring talk. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 3

It was the second day she had been locked her cell. The damp cold night left her shivering in her sleep.

Tomorrow she was sentenced to hang in the morning with the King looking on.

She was given a meal twice a day, given to her through a small door at the bottom of her door. Maybe if she was in a bar cell she would have a better chance but she was completely surrounded by stone walls.

There was a small window at the very top of the wall in her cell in which a few rays shone through but it was too small to fit her. Her jail door was locked from the outside with a huge padlock.

There was no escape from what she could see.

Her only chance was once she was taken from the cell and brought outside to be hung.

It was time to formulate a plan.

"Are you sure she can't escape?" the king asked for the hundredth time. He had no idea why he was so worried on containing her, she was only a woman. Besides, he had never had a prisoner escape his dungeons before.

"If you're that worried I'll check on her for you." His favorite adviser offered.

"Fine, but don't open the door or even unlock it, I want no chances."

Footsteps echoed down the empty dungeon hallway.

"Where is the woman spy being imprisoned?" a young male voice asked.

"Third door on that side." Came the reply.

More footsteps.

The little opening at the bottom of the door was filled with a grinning face, making her jump back into the corner.

"Hey there. You've been stirring up some trouble. My name is Miroku."

She just starred at the goofy face.

"Well? What's your name?" he said standing straight. "You do have a name?"

"As if I'd tell you!" she spat indignantly. "You foul, no good…." She rambled off as many sailor swears as she could remember, including some pretty nasty insults on his mother and ancestors.

"That was uncalled for! You leave my mamma out of this."

Aha, the tough bandit has a weak spot. Opportunities like this don't come around that often. Always penetrate a man's desires, as one of her female teachers once said. Perhaps there other weak spots…

She pouted her lip and dragged her skirt up her thigh a tad…

"I'm so dreadfully sorry. Being in this cell has put me in a right bad mood. If only I had some company in this big, lonely room." she sighed in a longing voice, switching into "damsel in distress" mode.

She could see him thinking. "By the way, my name is …Kagome."

Her feminine mannerism overruled common sense and warnings. Miroku was a sucker for a beautiful lady and there weren't many woman bandits in the palace (the king didn't trust them, the vixens).

The click of a lock and the squeak of hinges announced his surrender.

When the door opened she got a good look at him. He was tall and muscular. He also had good balance, but she couldn't tell with out actually seeing what he could do.

"Oh thank you!" she cried leaping up over to him. "oh!" tripping conveniently at his feet.

Of course he caught her around the waist before she had fallen a few inches. He had good reflexes. He lifted her up and onto her feet as if she were nothing, very strong. Plus, it had distracted him from locking the door.

"You should watch your footing." He exclaimed, but not mad or sorry at all.

"Oh my! Thank you so much sir. I can be so clumsy sometimes. Why don't you sit me down here, I fear I'm weak from being in here for so long. Sit with me." She cooed like a snake charmer. "You just rest those big, strong legs." She said stroking him lightly.

A lone hand crept across the seat towards a woman's unsuspecting bottom…

PUNCH! (she doesn't waste with slapping.)

It took him completely surprise. He jumped up to get out of range to recuperate but she was too quick. Her leg shot low and tangled his feet tripping him. Leaping high, she landed with both feet on his stomach and simultaneously knocking him on the side of the head knocking him out.

Usually she killed her victims. Nobody wants an enemy to come back, but his time she would probably ruffle more feathers on the king if she killed an adviser than with just some bruises.

She wiped her hands on his vest and covered his unconscious body with the thin blanket she was allowed, facing his face to the wall.

He certainly did not have her body structure, but hopefully if anybody looked in they would just think "she" was sleeping. Hopefully.

She snuck out the door and locked it behind her.

She slinked through the shadows of the maze like hallways. Thanks to much training, she was silent as the shadows she inhibited.

Finally after much backtracking and dead ends, she discovered a hallway she recognized lead to the King's large room.

Just then He burst out of the doors, smacking right into her.


A/N: Sorry for the cliff. It's not as bad as it seems, promise. This is so much fun to write. Plus I love this "kick-butt Kagome" , even if she is OOC. Love ya all.

Until we meet again,

me

jk.

Di Vento e De Luna