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"Let's continue, Inuyasha." Professor Higurashi squinted at the helicopter above.

"Okay. Hold on."

Inuyasha was one of Higurashi's graduate students. The Professor had five graduate students working on the site, on being his granddaughter. Plus another two dozen undergraduates.

Higurashi was fit and well past sixty, with the typical look of a college professor: a button-down shirt and a tie. What made him so loved by his students was the way he helped them with studies, finances, family, you name it. He was always ready to solve it, though it seemed he never did anything at all to help them.

Inuyasha was an undergraduate in his second year when his parents died. He was devastated, so much that he thought that he would drop out of school. Higurashi influenced the student in a way that brought him back to life; Inuyasha started first with his parents' estate, then paid off the many debts he had.

Inuyasha worked on the computer tripod and waited for the GPS system to calibrate.

These days, all structure models were made on the computer. They could be assembled, revised, destroyed. The computer was fed mapped coordinates from the site; the image that appeared was in the exact perspective they thought it had been.

"Kazu?" Inuyasha asked.

"Yeah."

"We have a mill here."

"Perfect." the Professor said, looking at the features that were shown on the computer.

Kazunori Shiro, a physical anthropologist, just happened to be standing by, a reporter behind him.

"Ah. You'll be Ms. Hare?" (A/N: Ha-re. not hare, like the bunny thing.)

"Yes." the lady came up to the Professor and shook his hand. "I cannot tell you how much I appreciate you taking the time to see me."

-

"As you know, for some time now my newspaper has been working on an article about ITC."

"Yes." though somewhat irritated, Higurashi held a face that made the impression that the reporter was the most important person in the world.

"ITC sponsors this site, true?"

"Yes."

"We've been told they contribute a million dollars per year?"

"That's about correct."

This went on for about twenty-five minutes, and Kazunori and Inuyasha seemed bored, dragging their feet, kicking dust.

The reporter poked and prodded with her questions when Inuyasha's radio beeped. A young, boyish voice came on.

"Inuyasha? Inuyasha, is the Professor with you? Ask him if he knows a Masatoshi Takuro."

"He's busy, Kouga. What is it?"

"A cop in Nagoya. He keeps talking about a dead ITC employee. He wants to send us a picture of our monastery."

"Tell him to send it through to our email."

Inuyasha and the Professor walked on, talking about what the reporter had showed him, and left Kazunori behind.

Getting to Ishikari-gawa's edge, they climbed into their rowboat, which had been tied up at the river's side, and rowed to Fukui.

As Inuyasha stopped rowing, the Professor got off where Miroku and Kikyou waited.

"Well. I've taken Dr. Miroku's excellent tour, in helicopter and on foot. It's evident you're doing great. But Dr. Miroku says he is going to be late for his…"

"Katana lesson." Miroku supplied, and Inuyasha nodded. He was to go with Miroku.

"Yes. His katana lesson. We wouldn't want to be late for that…" Kikyou said. Turning to the Professor, she said, "Shall we walk the site in the meantime?"

"Sure."

As the Professor and Kikyou walked away from Ishikari-gawa, Miroku and Inuyasha walked away towards their "tournament grounds", as Miroku liked to call it.

-

"Shit, Miroku! Not funny!" Miroku had knocked Inuyasha's katana out of his hand and held his own at Inuyasha neck as a crowd of undergraduates cheered. It had been a viable duel.

This had all started with Miroku's famous speech, "To kill a man…"

Inuyasha could've tackled him if he wanted to. But his radio beeped and Kouga said, "Inuyasha. Come here."

-

"You don't have one at the police department?"

Inuyasha asked, and mouthed to Kouga, They don't have a scanner at—"Yes. We need fairly high resolution. Yes, the hospital scanner is fine. Yes. Thank you." Inuyasha sounded relieved. "Bye."

He hung up and went outside, looking off the cliff to where Kikyou and the Professor stood. Miroku was changing frequencies on his radio to find the frequency the Professor had switched his to. Finding it, he and Inuyasha sat down and listened.

"I understand-"

"If I knew you wanted Disneyland, I'd never have agreed."

Puzzled, Kikyou said, "We don't want Disneyland."

"Well, that's what you'll get if you keep pushing us like this."

"Yes, but can't you just rebuild even the church, and the cloister, and maybe the refectory, because…"

"Refectory? We still aren't even sure where the refectory is."

"We do not want a fantasy land, I assure you."

Inuyasha snickered.

"But it can't be done."

"We think it can. Just a part."

-

"Tower! We don't even have a tower!" Inuyasha said. Luckily, they did not switch on their radio to speak, just to hear. On the other hand, the Professor had, and they were able to hear Kikyou and the Professor speaking.

Soon Kouga had joined them in their eavesdropping.

"Nobody's even taken a look at the woods."

Miroku said quizzically.

Over the radio: "Your proposal is interesting. I'll discuss it with the others, and we'll meet later at lunch."

-

"Check and see our scans to see if we have any towers, then scan the woods later." the Professor said when he got back.

"Okay." Kouga pushed the monitor's button and up popped a screen that said 'Inbox'. "Oops…"

"Hold it." Inuyasha pointed at the screen. "Takuro. RE: Monastery map."

"Good eyes as ever…" the Professor smiled and motioned for Kouga to open the email.

The screen, at the bottom, said 'loading' for about 5 seconds, then a faint image of dots appeared, and at the bottom of the image, 'M.O.N.J.O.E.'

"God." Inuyasha blinked at the screen. "That's our monastery." Turning to Kouga, he said, "And he said he found this on a dead guy from the desert? Weird."

-

About 15 minutes later and after the scans were finished, Inuyasha, Miroku, Kikyou, and the Professor sat at a table in a restaurant.

"Our question: how did you know the refectory was next to the cloister?" the Professor asked Kikyou. She felt like she was being interrogated by the police.

"Aren't they always next to each other?"

Inuyasha and Miroku both gave her a look that made her want to take her reply back.

"Monasteries aren't my specialty, and you presumably know that. I must have heard it somewhere."

Inuyasha unfolded the map from his pocket and slid it over the table to Kikyou. "Why does an ITC employee have a drawing of our monastery that is more complete than our own?"

"I don't know. Where did you get this?"

"A policeman in Nagoya," the Professor supplied quickly.

Kikyou just stared a blank stare at him. No words. She said nothing.

Finally, he said, "Ms. Kikyou, I think you're holding out on us. I think you have been doing you own analysis of our grounds and have not given us results."

"Professor Higurashi, that is not true. It is-I-I can assure you…"

"No, you can't. What time does your plane leave?"

"Three."

"I'm ready to leave now."

He got up, and Miroku and Inuyasha followed suit.

"But… I'm leaving to New York."

"Then I think you'd better change your plans."

"But Mr. Ishizaki will be in meetings, and…"

"Ms. Kikyou." the Professor said, "Fix it."

-

Kagome Higurashi-brown-black hair, bright eyes, and lightly tanned, hung in the air off the Fukui chapel ceiling.

Writing down notes about the construction just inches from her face, she hung in a harness on her back.

Kagome was the newest graduate on site, having joined not three weeks ago. So hands-on it was right after her graduation. No more experiments. Hanging up on ceilings, gathering mortar samples. That was what she was doing when she heard a voice say, "Hey."

She looked down. Bad idea. She instantly became dizzy from the height she was up. It was a good 40, 50 feet.

"Easy." she said, as Inuyasha gave slack to her lines.

"Yup." helping her take off her harness, he said, "I think you'd climb anything."

She laughed. She was not pretty, as she often thought as she looked at herself in mirrors, but she had a fresh, innocent quality that men found attractive.

Especially Inuyasha.

She undid the last clips of the harness and said, "Yeah?"

"Well…" again he took the folded paper out of his pocket. "A policeman just sent us this. It's our monastery."

"Like I couldn't tell."

Inuyasha laughed. It was just like Kagome to be a smart aleck with him. It didn't mean much to him, though, because, after all, she was first in her class before she had graduated. And he had been second.

"This is even better than the one on record." Kagome looked at Inuyasha, puzzled.

"Well, this is ours now, so…"

"Where'd he get it?"

"Huh?"

"The map, Inuyasha. Where'd the cop get it?"

"Oh. He said… an ITC worker named Totosai something had it. He said a couple brought him in, and he was confused and crazy. He died within a day." Inuyasha rolled the map up like a scroll and handed it to Kagome. "It was on him, and the couple told them what it was."

Just then, Miroku walked in. "Well, I've just seen the Professor off."

"My granddad left?"

"Yes. Just now."

"God." Briskly, she ran outside to where the plane had been called to, shaded her face from the sunlight, and waved goodbye to the plane, though she wasn't sure her grandfather had even seen.

-

"YES!" Kagome shouted. A cheer from the crowd arose.

Her arrow had touched the bull's eye. Barely, but it still counted.

It was what she did when she was trying to solve something or get over something. Archery with Miroku. Or rather, against. The crowds of undergraduates were always there, though in several posses, to watch Kagome get 'creamed', as the guys liked to call it, by Miroku. That wasn't too often anymore. Ever since Miroku had started teaching Kagome the use of the bow and arrow, Kagome had enjoyed it and picked it up immediately.

Soon enough, it became evident that Miroku was teaching Kagome so well that she was getting better than him. The girl undergraduates now like to watch Miroku get 'smooshed' by Kagome.

Smiling from the sidelines, Kouga, Inuyasha, and Kazunori had all stopped their work (or at least Kouga and Kazunori) to come and watch.

The target, a scarecrow, was being tortured from about 10, maybe 15 feet away. The target was in the middle of his face and his mouth was open, with many arrows all over his body. Nevertheless, the scarecrow looked happy, even though Miroku's arrow had hit its eye. Archery could be used for both anger management and practice.

The game would stop when someone got to twenty five, the bull's eye counting as 8, and the next ring as 5, and the next as 3, the outermost ring counting as 1. Apparently, the way they were going, it would take a while.

Miroku looked at his watch. "Ah, well. Time's up…" He held out his hand to Kagome. She shook it.

A cheer arose from the crowd yet again.

-

Hey, look! Miroku's a history freak! He knows about every single freaking thing from history! Woo. Well. Review, please, or you'll make me mad.

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