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The two men jumped out of the car, and ran up the steps to the shrine. Reaching the top, they found no one to be in sight.
"Do you, think, they're, in the, house?" Miroku asked between breaths, his face red from the long staircase.
"We should go check" Inuyasha put a hand on the sword that hung from his waist and glanced at his partner. "Really, baka, you should stop wasting your time groping girls and start getting in shape."
Miroku sent him a look, and pulled out a gun from his belt. The two slowly walked towards the house, their senses alert for any signs of an intruder.
"Do you smell anything?" the older man whispered, glancing around.
The hanyou sniffed the air. "No, nothing." He frowned. He should've been able to smell Kagome and Sango if they were here. "I don't smell the girls either."
A small groan caught their attention, their heads snapping in the direction it came from. On the opposite side of the shrine a large, sacred tree stood, with a bench standing nearby. A dark shadow was laying on the seat, moving slightly.
"There's a body on the bench across the courtyard," Inuyasha whispered, his amber eyes narrowing. Miroku nodded. He couldn't see it, but he trusted his partner's heightened vision in the dark.
They walked slowly across the yard, armed with their weapons, and approached the body silently. The figure had ceased to move, and the small groan it emitted earlier was gone. The only sign of life it had was the slow rise and fall of it's chest.
Inuyasha and Miroku stopped a few feet from the bench, while the hanyou peered at the person's face hidden in the shadows.
"Shit! It's Kagome!"
He stood back as he watched his partner check her pulse. "She seems okay," Miroku said, checking her arms and face for any injuries, "she's just unconcious."
The hanyou was about to help the officer out when he heard the leaves in the tree above them rustle. Before he could catch a glimpse of what it was, another figure dropped down from the branches and attacked with a sword. Luckily, Inuyasha's sword was still unsheathed, and blocked the swing.
"Stay away from her!" the figure yelled. It was a woman in a tight black suit, half of her face covered with some sort of mask.
"Who are you?" Inuyasha growled, blocking another swing from the attacker. "What do you want with Kagome?"
The intruder, hearing his voice, pulled her sword back. "Inuyasha?"
The dog demon blinked in confusion. "What?"
The woman pulled off the mask covering her face, revealing herself to the two men.
"Sango?!" they exclaimed, their jaws dropping. She stepped out of the shadows, giving the two a good look at her. Her hair was up in a ponytail, her black suit accentuated with pink. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, but her eyes were fierce.
"What's all this?" Miroku asked, pointing to her outfit and sword.
"Gomen ne, I thought you two were the vandalizers," she apologized, sheathing her sword. Seeing the confusion on their faces, she continued, "I come from a long line of demon slayers; I didn't really expect the intruders to be demons, but I thought I could scare them off."
She glanced at Inuyasha, his eye twitching. "Demon . . . slayer?" he inquired pensively.
Sango laughed. "Don't worry, there hasn't been any demon slaying for centuries; the suit and weapon is mostly for show."
"Well, well, Sango, I didn't know you had a secret identity," Miroku said slyly, making his way over to the woman. "That makes two of us."
She frowned, and moved out of his reach. "And what, may I ask, are you other than a lecher?"
"A monk," he replied solemnly, "and my 'lecher' title is terribly incorrect."
"Feh," the hanyou snorted, "you, a monk? That's unbelievable."
"Unbelievable, but true; now, Sango, tell me what happened."
Sango rubbed her forehead. "Well, we came home, and found a note from Kagome's mother, saying she and her younger brother will be out of town for the next week. I offered to stay with her until they returned, and we chatted for a bit before Kagome said she was going upstairs to change. A minute later I hear her scream, and I run upstairs, finding her room in shambles. Kagome was so shaken up that she fainted."
"So what is she doing out here?" Inuyasha asked, glancing back at the limp form on the bench.
The demon slayer walked over to her friend, patting her arm. "I was afraid that the intruders were still in the house. So I called the police and carried her outside, hoping to draw the intruders out in the open while I hid in the tree." She pointed to some clothing near the base of the tree. "I always wear this suit under my clothes, in case of something, but usually out of habit."
Miroku sighed, and looked out at the courtyard. "Well, whoever they were, they're gone. Inuyasha couldn't pick up any scents," he frowned. "Not even you women. How do you explain that?"
Sango cocked her head slightly to the side. "Easy; I'm a demon slayer, I have things that can make me go undetected. Kagome on the other hand, well, her scent becomes invisible when her guard is down, like now."
"What do you mean?" Inuyasha asked suspiciously. He was beginning to think these girls weren't what they appeared to be.
"Kagome's a miko," she shrugged. "A damn powerful one at that. She has the ability to go undetected and shoot purity arrows. Ever heard of the Shikon No Tama?"
The two men nodded dumbly. "Well, her family's connected with the legend. Her ancestor was the protector of the Jewel, but it mysteriously disappeared. She's descended from a long line of priest and priestesses, but over the years their powers have dwindled. It's rumored that Kagome is the reincarnation of that same ancestor who possessed the Jewel, judging from the immense miko power she holds within her."
Suddenly the limp form was once again groaning, and this time the girl's eyes fluttered open. "Ugh," she grumbled, "what happened?"
"You fainted," Sango said, helping her sit up. "Do you remember what you saw?"
Kagome held her head in her hand, before paling. "Oh my god, my room! What----who--are they still here?"
"Nope, they seem to have left," Miroku responded. The young miko looked up, noticing the two men for the first time. "What are they doing here?"
"Your friend called the police," Inuyasha mumbled, sheathing his own sword. "Seems like you're okay though, miko."
The young woman frowned, before turning to her friend. "You told them?"
"Yeah, they know about me too." Kagome sighed heavily, and leaned back into the bench.
"We'll go file a report downtown as soon as we take a look at your room," Miroku said, heading towards the house. "Coming, Inuyasha?"
The hanyou walked towards his partner, the two girls following, Sango holding the shaky Kagome. "I'm fine," she insisted, letting go of her friend's support. Unfortunately, her legs were still a little weak, and gave way. The young woman braced herself for the impact, but it never came.
"You should really be more careful, wench."
Kagome glared up into Inuyasha's golden eyes. "I don't need your help," she said coldly, straightening.
"Kagome! Kagome, are you alright?!?"
The young woman froze at the voice, and turned slowly to the long staircase. "Jii-san?"
"He called right after I contacted the police," Sango explained. "I had to tell him what was going on."
Kagome groaned, running her hands through her hair. Oh Kami, the campaign! What am I going to say to Jii-san? Great, the campaign's going down before it even started . . .
AU: well, here's another chapter . . . I'm going to try to update as much as I can, but with school and such . . . don't worry! I'll write in my free time! what else is study hall for, if not for sleep? :-P
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