As Kagome sat on her bed, she contemplated what to do next. She was angry, so angry at herself for hanging up on Miroku, but on the other hand she was blinded by anger. Besides, if she called back now she'd look like a pathetic fool. Thankfully, her thoughts were interrupted before she had the chance to start thinking up "the perfect murder."

"Please be Miroku" she thought. "Hello?"

"Kagome? What's up with you?"

"What's up with me? What's wrong with you!"

"I'm really sorry, I left your window open, must've freaked you out a little…"

"I mean asking San- what? That was you in my room?"

Kagome was interrupted by the creaky opening of her door. She knew that none of her family members would be home for at least another hour, and there had been a string of burglaries lately…

"Kagome?"

Kagome hung up the phone and picked up the glass sitting on her nightstand. Quietly, she slipped her door open and crept toward the front door. Closing her eyes tightly, she brought the glass down hard on the person now standing in front of her.

"Dammit Kagome, what was that for!"

Opening her eyes, she looked up into the eyes of a very peterved Miroku.

"Miroku." She hugged him tight and burst into tears, thinking to herself that she would never let go. "Hey wait a minute. I'm supposed to be mad at him." She thought. "Let go stupid." Replied her mind.

Kagome looked up and before she could get her hand over her mouth, she blurted out, "why did you go and ask Sango out? I thought you liked me…"

"Ask Sango out? Who told you that? Why would I ask her out when I have you?"

"Um… Sango told me that… and what were you doing in my room?"

"Well, uh, I was watching you… I was trying to think of a way to ask you out, I couldn't get you out of my mind…"

"You were stalking me? That's a little wier-"

Miroku once again silently put his finger over Kagome's lips. In a split second, his finger was replaced by soft lips and they were slowly making their way to Kagome's bedroom. Lying on her bed, a very "skillful" Miroku was silently taking of his shirt and Kagome's, still locked in a kiss that Kagome hoped would never end.

"I want you to bear my children."

Red alerts were going off in Kagome's head. Logic was in a fist fight with her feelings, but they had ganged up on the poor little guy, and he was going down.

Once again, Kagome heard the creaking of her front door.

"Kagome? Honey? Are you here?"

Miroku realized it too, and he pulled his shirt back on and slipped out Kagome's window. Kagome put her shirt back on just in time as her mother knocked on the door.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah" she answered. But inside, she was far from alright.