Hi. I'm back.

No, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. Just laziness, school, my palm pilot breaking (I do most of my writing there, just cleanup on the computer), getting a new laptop, switching everything over, getting Word for this computer (never again will I use Corel Word perfect, unless I absolutely must.), and finding time to post online.

Oh, yeah… and my most recent obsession, which will be addressed in a short oneshot coming out soon after this is up. Thanks to Inu-yokai-princess for bearing with me through my most recent obsession. Yes, I'm still in withdrawal from beating it. Call me, please.

Yes, I have had this almost done since I put up the last chapter. Yes, this was supposed to be longer, but I cut it to get something up for all you patient people who have waited so long. Yes, I will try to keep updates more regular after this. Yes, I should be working more on this and not doing the oneshot, but as I mentioned it stemmed from my obsession, even though it is set in Inuyashaland. And obsessions die hard. Ask Inu-yokai-princess, she can tell you all about it.

My e-mail changed, if anyone cares. My first one died, so all my author and story alerts went poof. But it's all better now. You can e-mail me if you like. It's nice to have mail waiting for you when you check, and you can just rant or rave whatever's on your mind to someone who won't judge you for it.

I also just got on the school newspaper. I was kind of scared to go at first, but it was fun, and I enjoy the freedom to just write almost whatever I want to for it. No rigid structure, means, if I don't feel like writing a review this time, I can do puzzles, or a Dear So-and-So column, or an opinion piece. And I'm publishing one of my original stories in it as a serial story, so I'm happy. And all the people are so nice and friendly. If only more people would join… If your school has a newspaper, I highly recommend you to look into getting on it, it's worth the time. And if you're here (on fanfic), you probably already like writing.

Summary: Um, let's see… we're in Kagome's class, second to last class of the day (Sango's being last). Kagome just had them write a fact about themselves and a compliment. Hermione is still a kitsune, even if her day is getting a little better. Harry is in the middle of a spat with Hermione and Ron, who aren't happy with him. And who was the mysterious stranger who read what sounded suspiciously like a spell in the lunchroom?

Ok, enough blabbing, on with the show.

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"Ok. Is everyone finished, class?" Kagome asked cheerily. She received muttered comments of agreement. "Please hand in your sheets in an orderly fashion. No peeking at the person next to you or behind yours sheet. Or else." She continued, still smiling cheerily.

Some miscreant from the back of the classroom spoke up. "Or else what? Hm? You'll yell? You'll give us homework? Hm? I'm quaking in my robe." the miscreant voiced sarcastically, and added a round of laughter for good measure. What came next happened so quickly, that almost no one saw it coming. Quicker than the eye could follow, Kagome strung her bow, notched an arrow, aimed, and shot it at the misbehaving student. It quivered in the wall behind him, glowing, and about a half an inch from his face.

"Or else the next one won't be a warning shot." Kagome stated with a small giggle, still smiling cheerily. She said this while unstringing her bow and laying it on her desk again, where most of the students had failed to notice it before. She adjusted the quiver of arrows leaning on her desk from behind, with only the very tips of the fletching showing above the desk. She had absolutely no intention of following through on her threat, but none of the students dared to try her on that. All the papers were handed in with no further incident.

"Scary." Ron whispered to Hermione. She nodded, then looked at him.

"As scary as me?" Hermione bantered.

"Almost." He replied, with a smile.

"Good answer." She returned, with a wink. She resisted the urge to pat him on the head. He's not a dog, she told herself. Even if he does act like one sometimes. And has cute puppy dog eyes. Whoa, I did not just think that. She sighed. "Kawaii..." She muttered inaudibly, before turning her attention back to Kagome.

"Ok class, I didn't expect that to take so long. I guess the trust exercises will have to wait till tomorrow. In the five remaining minutes of class time, you may chat quietly with the people around you." Kagome offered. She sat down at her desk, and put the papers by a set of enchanted pens, that wrote out the sheets of personal information for her to hand out, but not before slipping her own into the pile and shuffling it. Then she pulled out a dark bottle and cloth, and started polishing her bow.

Ron and Hermione had somehow gotten into an amiable argument over some obscure Lord of the Rings publishing date fact, even though Ron didn't even really know what LotR was. Harry shifted between watching them and trying to make conversation with Neville.

"So, um... how's your toad, Neville?" Harry asked.

"He's fine. He got away on the train again, so I put him in a specially spell-locked cage. The only problem is that I've forgotten the enchantment to open the cage again. Good thing the cage bars are wide enough to slip food in." Neville responded, despondently.

"That's good."

"Yes it is"

"So, um... yeah." Harry ended, lamely.

Kagome looked at her watch.

"Class dismissed. See ya soon." She said.

Harry looked for an excuse not to leave the classroom at the same time as Ron and Hermione. They were no longer arguing. In fact, they were holding hands, but neither one seemed aware of that fact. And neither of them, truthfully, were. Meanwhile, the whole rest of the class was acutely aware of it, but felt guilty about spoiling a 'moment'. Especially a cute one like that.

Harry decided to return Kagome's arrow to her. That would allow sufficient delay for the 'romantic couple' to exit the classroom. He walked to the back of the room and stared at the arrow for a moment, admiring the gleaming feathers on it, and the long, straight shaft made of a dark wood, polished to a shine. He reached up, and pulled softly on it, not wanting to harm its beauty, but knowing it would probably take a lot harder tug to pull it out from being imbedded so far into the stone wall. To his surprise, it came out easily at his touch. He almost dropped it from the surprise, but managed to get a hold on it in time. He stared for awhile longer at the crater in the wall, and the small, sharp metal tip that made it, before he remembered what he was doing with the arrow.

"Well? Are you just going to stand there all day?" Kagome's voice startled Harry, him having momentarily forgotten her presence in the room.

"No, m'am." he answered politely.

"Call me Kagome. What are you doing back there anyway?" Kagome asked, before looking up. When she did, she was startled to see her arrow in Harry's hand. She had thought it so hard imbedded in the wall that she would have to get someone to chisel it out of the stone.

Harry walked up to her desk and laid the arrow on it.

"Retrieving this for you, Miss Kagome. It would have been a shame just to leave it rot in the back wall."

"Well, thank you. Harry, is it? You'd best get going, before you're late to your next class."

And with that, she went back to polishing her bow. Harry left, thinking about Ron, Hermione, and this strange new teacher.

Kagome got up, walked around, and visited that large crater in the back wall where her arrow had rested.

"I had wished I could get to school more often. I never meant like this." Kagome spoke softly to herself. Although I have to admit, she thought, it is enjoyable. No wonder teachers pass up higher paying jobs to be... well... teachers.

She stood there awhile, tracing the hole's fractures with her fingers.

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So, yeah it declined a bit there. Sleep deprivation is not a good thing (at least, not too much of it).

More will be soon, but I will be much more motivated if I get reviews. I don't care if you hate it, and think it should be burned. Then tell me you think that. I won't know anything if you don't tell me. All suggestions are taken under consideration, unless they conflict with the pre-ordained plot (and then I might consider changing the plot).

And, I try to get around to my reviewers stories, but it gets hard so if you want to make sure I see it, just mention it in your review, or e-mail me.

Thanks for visiting!

Bye-Bye for now!

-Kit

Ps. The first time I tried to post this chapter, all this got deleted. Sorry 'bout that, took me forever to find this again, I was sure I was going to have to retype it.(Stupid me closed the document. Somehow it found it's way into a deeply treed program folder. Grrr. The computer either hates me or is possessed. I blame it all on my VCR, which I am absolutely sure is possessed. And likes to steal things. And tape random shows. And just stop working in the middle of a brand new Inuyasha, or run out of tape in the middle of a Case Closed. Evil cruel torture.)

And a new chappie of A Duelist's Travels is coming soon. Hopefully by the end of this week, or the beginning of the next.