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Kagome set a kettle of water on the stove for the second time that night. She turned the knob to start the fire, and ran a shaky hand through her black hair.
After Mr. Higurashi gave Kagome a full look over, checking for any signs of injuries, he insisted that they go inside the house. The two officers were currently in her bedroom, examining the scene, while Sango and the old man was seated at the kitchen table. He had demanded to know every single detail of what happened that day, and after a half an hour of explanations, he calmy asked for a cup of tea, which unnerved the young miko. She never knew him to be so calm; he was usually tempermental.
"I'm sorry Jii-san."
The elderly gentlemen looked up from his palm pilot. "For what?"
"For everything; the car, my room . . . I'm sorry." Kagome plopped down in a chair beside her best friend, the older woman rubbing her back.
"And what," Seiji asked, "is making you so guilty that you are apologizing?"
"The campaign. People won't support us if someone's after my life . . . oh Jii-san, I'm sorry. I failed."
Mr. Higurashi frowned, and leaned back into his seat. "Kagome, you must know that none of this is your fault; don't blame yourself for these events. If anyone's to blame, it's me, for putting you through all of this." Seeing his granddaughter open her mouth to object, he raised a hand.
"When I was first starting, my life was also in danger. Many attempts were made on my life, even today. But it wasn't my fault. Kagome, people will love you or hate you. It's as simple as that. You didn't fail me; the campaign will still go on as scheduled, but if you choose, you don't have to be a part of this."
The young woman thought for a moment. I can stop this whole thing now . . . I can let Jii-san run the campaign by himself . . . ugh, Kagome, you're running away already? When you take over, things like this will happen all the time, just like Jii-san said . . . you can't be hiding everytime a threat comes your way . . . "No. I'll help you."
Seiji was startled at her decision. "Are you sure, Kagome?"
She nodded. "When I take over, I'm going to have to face these kinds of threats all the time . . . might as well get use to it now." She gave him a shaky smile.
The elderly gentlemen smiled at her. She has such a strong will . . . just like her grandmother . . .
"Don't worry, Kagome; like I said, I'll be right there with you," Sango assured, patting her friend's back. She glanced across the table, and seeing the old man's face said, "If that's alright with you, Higurashi-sama."
He laughed. "Of course, Sango-chan. Your grandfather will be happy to hear that too."
"Hear what?"
The three at the table looked up to see two men standing in the doorway. Miroku was busy pulling off his latex gloves, while Inuyasha adjusted the materials in his hands. "We're all done upstairs."
Seiji raised an eyebrow at the two men. "And who might you two be?"
"Uh, Jii-san, this is Inuyasha and Miroku," she explained, "they're police officers."
The old man nodded slowly, inspecting the officer's before him. "You two aren't dressed."
"We were called while we were off-duty," Miroku explained, rubbing the back of his neck. Seiji nodded once more, his gaze falling on Inuyasha. "You there, you're a demon, aren't you?" He narrowed his eyes to adjust to the light. "Or to be more exact, a hanyou."
"Yeah, what of it?" Inuyasha asked defensively. He stared at him straight in the eye.
The old man chuckled. "No need to be angry, young one, I was just asking. Tell me, Inuyasha was it? How long have you been working as a police officer?"
The hanyou shuffled slightly, before murmuring a subtle answer. "A week."
"Ah, a fresh one!" Seiji exclaimed, a twinkle in his eye. Inuyasha raised an eyebrow at him. "Fresh one? Are you going to chop me up and put me in some sort of deli or something?"
"Ho, ho! You've got spunk!" he said excitedly, whipping out his palm pilot once more. The dog demon glanced at Kagome, and she merely shrugged.
A low whistle came from the stove. "Oh, the water! I almost forgot!" Kagome rose and went over to the stove. Back at the table, Seiji looked up from his palm pilot, and looked at Kagome. Hmmm . . . I wonder how those two react to each other. "Kagome."
"Yes, Jii-san?" She looked back from the stove, the kettle in midair. "Why don't you ask these young men to stay for a cup of tea?"
Kagome froze. Her eyes slowly turned to Miroku, who was having a little conversation with Sango, then to Inuyasha, who was leaning against the doorway. "Yeah Kagome," Inuyasha mocked, "aren't you going to invite us for tea?"
The young miko's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Not if my--"
"Kagome."
She froze at the tone of Seji's voice. She sighed, defeated, and plastared a fake smile on her face. "Would you two like to stay for tea?" she seethed between her teeth.
"Love to!" Inuyasha smirked, going over to a chair and plopped down. Miroku, hearing the invitation, paused from his conversation with Sango to take a seat.
Seiji grinned. Ah . . . I see . . . He went back to his palm pilot. Kagome walked over to the table with five mugs in her hand and set them down in front of each person. She 'placed' Inuyasha's mug a little too hard on the table, making a sound THUMP. Inuyasha sent her a glare, which Kagome returned. She poured water from the kettle into the mugs, making sure Inuyasha's was filled to the brim.
"OW!" the hanyou yelped when he tried to take a sip of his tea. The water was too high, and when he lifted it some of the scalding hot water fell onto his lap. He growled at the smiling miko who sat across from him. Stupid girl . . .
"Done." Seiji said, putting his palm pilot back into his coat pocket. "Kagome, you won't have to worry about another attempt on your life."
"Oh?" she raised an eyebrow at him. He's up to something . . .
"I've hired you a body guard," he announced, taking a sip of his tea.
Four pairs of eyes stared at him. "You've what, Higurashi-sama?" Sango asked incrediously.
"I've hired Kagome a full-time body guard to protect her at all times," he replied, smiling at the young woman.
"H-how?" Kagome stammered, her eyes going large.
Seiji patted his coat pocket. "It's wonderful what technology these days can do." Winking at Kagome, he turned to Inuyasha. "Young man, I suggest you pack your things. You won't be home for awhile."
"What do you mean?" Inuyasha asked.
"Well, seeing as Kagome's room will need to be cleaned up before she can move back, she'll be staying with me for awhile."
"What does that have to do with me?"
Mr. Higurashi smiled. "I contacted the police department a few minutes ago, asking for a specific hanyou to be hired as a body guard for my granddaughter."
The dog demon gaped, the demon slayer's jaw went slack, the monk's eyes bludged, and the miko smacked her hand against her forehead repeatedly.
"Congratulations, Inuyasha, I'm your new employer; and that," pointing to the woman with the red forehead, "is your assignment."
AU: finally! lol, you think Kagome's Jii-san knows something Kagome and Inuyasha don't? haha, well, stay tuned and find out . . . thanks for the reviews guys!