Stella: I do not own InuYasha.

(Stella calmly walks away as Inuyasha stares at her as if she had a fifth head.)

InuYasha: I can't believe it… that was so easy…

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Don't make me say it again.

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Prologue

Golf lessons

In the bright and warm kitchen Mrs. Higurashi sat down, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand and the Saturday paper in another.

"Sota! Breakfast!" she yelled as Kagome came in. Her backpack and jacket slung over her shoulder, Kagome grabbed a toast from the plate, put it in her mouth, grabbed her lunchbox, and started to run………………"Wait, Kagome!"……………only to be called back by her mother.

"maeeshinmow?" Kagome chewed her toast as fast as she could, hopping from foot to foot in impatience.

Her mother smiled and motioned for her to sit.

"Bumaa!" Kagome protested, toast still in her mouth, "Scool!"

"Just sit down for a moment, honey. This is important." Kagome gave a frustrated sigh through her toast and sat, crossing both her arm and legs.

'This better be good' she thought as she chewed on her toast, thinking of all the things she had that day. 'Today is Monday, so I have… Lady Midoriko… She'll probably want to know how my piece is coming… I'll have to practice my scales… sometimes, I just hate piano.'

"… So I was thinking golf…" Kagome woke up from her reverie.

"GOLF? What are you talking about?" She screamed, not really realizing that she had finished her toast. Her mother just went on.

"We ARE living in Florida, and whenever I tell my friends that in Japan they ask me how the golf courses are here. Everybody in Japan is learning how to play golf, you know." Her mother finished, putting her cup down and smiling at her dumbfounded daughter.

"So, what do you think?"

"Uh..."

Kagome was about to say no when she remembered something. That one of her father's passions used to be golf. 'Is that what this is about?' she thought, taking her mother's cup and taking a sip of coffee. Over the rim she peeked over to her smiling mother. She saw it, in her eyes.

'Suspicion confirmed. Hello golf!' Kagome thought, putting the cup down. She sighed.

"Do Wednesdays work for you?" Her mother asked, walking over to the counter and putting more toast into the toaster.

"SOUTA! BREAKFAST!" She yelled again. She looked at her daughter.

"…starting on February?"

Kagome looked up from her reverie once more.

"But!... It's December already…"

Sighing, Kagome smiled, got up, and picked up a toast.

"Alright, mom." Stuffing the toast once again into her mouth she started running.

"Bay Ma!"

"Wait, Kagome!"

Kagome groaned through her toast.

"Wa eez eet naaw?" She dragged, reluctantly coming back to the kitchen. Her mother smiled.

"My dear daughter today is Saturday."

Souta woke up to the sound of his sister screaming through a toast.

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To make things simple, they live in Florida, the golf state. They have moved from Japan. Period. (Smiles coldly at any who dare challenge her)

Thank you Steve, that golfing dude who taught me to chip and Mr. Frazer for the inspiration (though they might not know they caused it)