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The two Higurashis sat in silence while they waited for Inuyasha. Seiji was busy typing away at his laptop, his fingers pounding away at the keys. Kagome sat and stared at the black door knob, her head leaning against the window. That fool better not interfere with my daily life or there will be hell to pay . . .

Her thoughts were broken when the door was abruptly opened, and a silver-haired, golden-eyed young man entered, carrying two large duffel bags. The old man glanced up at him momentarily from his keyboard. "Yoshihito."

"Yes sir?" the driver asked, turning around from his seat.

"Would you take Inuyasha's bags to the trunk?"

Yoshihito nodded, opening his door and walking towards Inuyasha. The dog demon blinked as the middle-aged man took his bags, then shrugged and got into the limo, taking his seat next to Seiji. The car once again started, and soon they sped off into the night.

He glanced at the gentlemen beside him. He once again resumed his furious typing, his eyebrows knit into a tight frown. The hanyou noticed that his tie was now undone, and his glasses were pulled out, giving him the typical stressed businessman looked. Looks like Sesshoumaru . . . 'cept without the frown . . . stupid asshole never has any expression on his face.

Inuyasha ran a hand through his hair, before realizing that someone was staring intently at him. He looked across the car to see Kagome watching him. Her hair was now pulled into a messy pony tail, her eyes slightly drooped from exhaustion, but they hadn't lost their usual firery sparkle.

"What?" Inuyasha asked irritably. I'm tired, I want to go home, and I want my ramen . . . but now I have to watch over this stuck up brat who's staring at me like a freaking museum exhibit . . .

"Now I know who you look like."

"Who?" Damnit, if she says his name . . .

"Sesshoumaru Otashi, the mayor of Tokyo."

Inuyasha gave her an icy glare. Damn all these business people and their connections . . . "So, what?"

"He's your half-brother, isn't he? You two have the same features and ever--"

"Don't . . . compare me to that sad excuse for a dog," he dangerously growled. "As far as I'm concerned, I'm about as related to him as I am to a stinking rat, which in my opinion is better."

Kagome closed her mouth. She had known that Sesshoumaru had been a demon in disguise, even though the media didn't. Her grandfather and him and very close ties, and on one particular occasion she had met the young mayor, and felt his demon aura. She asked Seiji about it later, and he confirmed her suspicions.

"Gomen, I didn't know," she mumbled, turning her attention back outside.

Inuyasha's eyes widened. Out of the whole 11 hours he had known this woman, he had never known her to have a sensitive side. She's not your typical business woman . . .

The hanyou whipped around, turning to face the old man next to him. He was still typing, but Inuyasha was almost positive it was his voice he heard in his head.

Don't be so conspicious . . . she'll suspect us . . .

The dog demon was confused, but turned back to sit in his seat properly.

There . . . that's better. Now, what was I saying? Oh yes, she's not your typical business woman . . .

Inuyasha glanced at the man. You can speak through minds?

Heh, my boy, there are many things I can do, and telepathy is only one of them . . . now, I've been listening, and to my understanding, you've thought Kagome is a heartless, cold woman, am I correct?

He nodded.

Well, she isn't . . .she wasn't. You see, she has only become this way about two years ago. Before the incident, she was the sweetest person you could lay your eyes on . . .she loving and understanding . . . many people were drawn to her, and that's why I chose her to be my heir, along with the fact she has great miko powers . . . but now, she seems colder, and distant . . . much more like Kikyou.

Who's Kikyou, and what incident?

Kikyou is her older sister . . . well, adopted older sister. Kagome's mother brought the young teenager home when she was 16, and Kagome was 14. She was a very bitter and angry girl, and we hoped that Kagome's personality would somehow rub off on her . . . I guess not . . .

I see . . . and what incident?

Seiji stopped typing, and looked at the young hanyou beside him. I really shouldn't be saying anything, it being a very sensitive subject for Kagome . . . but since you're her body guard now, you must know some things about her.

He sighed, and went back to his laptop, but didn't resume his typing. Two years ago, when Kagome was at the tender age of sixteen, she fell in love . . . in love with a man she shouldn't have never even met in the first place. He was four years older than her, and came from a wealthy family . . . he had all the credentials for dating Kagome, but I still had a bad feeling about him . . .

Inuyasha's gaze fell onto the girl across from him, who was watching the scenery pass her by.

About a few months into their relationship, a few months before Kagome's 17th birthday, things began to go sour. I mean, really sour. She would come home crying, losing her appetite and locking herself into her room. She began to thin out, but no one knew why. We asked Sango about it, but my granddaughter wouldn't even tell her best friend what was going on . . .

Then, a few days before her birthday, it happened. Kagome had called Sango to meet her at the park, where apparently she had something to talk about. So Sango went to the park and waited. She waited for a long time. She was about to leave, seeing it being an hour after their arranged meeting time, when Kagome stumbled into her view. She was badly injured, suffering from a broken arm, a black eye, cuts, scrapes, and a bloody nose. You can imagine the shocked look on Sango's face when she saw her best friend in such a condition . . .

She rushed her straight to the hospital, where they sent her to the E.R. She became unconcious, and they took her in for tests, realizing she had a concussion.

The hanyou's teeth were clenched, his hands in tight fists. No one should go through that . . .

I know. They shouldn't. But unfortunately, Kagome did. She was in a coma for two weeks, missing her birthday. When she awoke, she didn't speak. She refused to speak for two months.

Gradually, she began to talk again, and slowly recovered from her traumatic experience. But she never went back to the Kagome we once knew. She lost her sparkle, her life. She was quiet, and not as bubbly anymore. She became a walking corpse, if you will.

The Kagome you see before you now has come a long way from the one who just awoke from the coma. She is starting to get back to her old ways, continuing her archery and miko training. She has become softer again, but her postive outlook on life is now gone. She is scared, Inuyasha, and I need you to help her get over her fear. She has not told us what happened that night, but maybe, just maybe, she might tell you.

The car came to a rolling stop as they reached Mr. Higurashi's mansion. "Here we are," he announced cheerfully, packing up his laptop. Inuyasha, who had been shocked at what the old man had told him, looked at Kagome. Her brown eyes were filled with life, but it seemed only half-full. He realized that he had never seen a real, genuine smile from her. Then again, I'm always annoying the crap out of her, he smirked.

The three got out of the car, and Inuyasha gazed up at the house before him. It was immense; probably twice the size of Sesshoumaru's. Looking back, he saw a long driveway leading up the house, where on the front lawn was a fountain with a cherub spouting water. Marble stairs led up to the front door, where an immense door knocker with the initials "S.H." were engraved.

"You know, you should really learn not to drool," a voice said.

He turned to his right, where Kagome stood, a mischevious smile on her face.

"I wasn't drooling," he grumbled, bending down to pick up his bags. Seiji merely chuckled, and led them into the house.

The front foyar was huge, with a crystal and diamond chandalier hanging from the ceiling. On the walls were portraits of men and women, probably Kagome's ancestors from the looks of it.

"Will I be staying in my regular room then?" Kagome asked, making her way to the long, spiral staircase to the left.

"Actually, you'll be staying the the West Wing for now," Seiji said, picking up his mail that was laid on a table and flipping through them.

The young miko stared. "But, no one sleeps in the West Wing, Jii-san."

"There will be now," Inuyasha drawled, earning himself a glare from the young woman.

"Sakuya," the old man beckoned to a maid standing in the corner. "Show my granddaughter and her body guard where they will be staying. I emailed their rooms to you earlier."

The maid nodded, and curtisied to the two young people. "This way, please." She led them up to a large staircase on the right.

As Inuyasha climbed, he couldn't help but stare at the portraits around him. Just how many Higurashi's are there?

A particular one caught his eye. It was a woman dressed in miko robes, with ancient armor surrounding her upper body. She had a surreal type of beauty, the kind you only dream about. "That's Midoriko, our ancestor."

The hanyou turned around to see the old man standing behind him, also examining the portrait. "It was said that the Shikon Jewel came from her body, but mysteriously disappeared after her death." She is also the one believed to be reincarnated into Kagome . . .

Inuyasha nodded, then hurried back up the stairs where Kagome and the maid were waiting.

"This will be your room, miss. You'll see that all of your posessions have been brought from the East Wing to this room," Sayuka addressed, opening the door to a large bedroom. "Arigatou," Kagome thanked, as she went in.

Sayuka walked about a hundred feet down the hall, opening the door next to Kagome's. "And this is yours, sir; I hope everything is to your liking; if not, just call and we'll send someone to fix it for you."

The dog demon entered the room. If it had a name, the scarlet room would've been accurate. The sheets, pillow covers, curtains, everything, was scarlet red. As he walked into the room, he noticed a t.v. and DVD player in the corner parallel to the bed, and a large walk in closet.

"Find everything alright?" Seiji asked, walking into the room.

"Yeah, everything's great, thanks." Inuyasha went over and plopped onto the bed.

"Hungry?"

The hanyou shook his head. "Nah, I'm good. I think I'll take a nice, long shower though."

Kagome walked around her new, temporary bedroom. It was exactly like the one she had in the East Wing, except everything in here was forest green. Not that she minded; it was her favorite color.

She walked towards the closet, and pulling out a towel, draped it over her shoulder. A nice, hot soak would be nice . . .

The young miko walked across the room and opened the door to the connected bathroom. Just as she opened the door, the door on the other side opened, revealing no one other than her body guard.

Inuyasha blinked, as Kagome stared. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm going to take a bath, that's what; and what are you doing in my bathroom?" Kagome demanded.

"Your bathroom? This is my bathroom."

"Jii-san!!!"

"Old Man!!!"

Seiji popped his head into the bathroom as he heard the two yell for him. "Yes, what is it?"

"What's he(she) doing here?" they simintanously asked.

Mr. Higurashi's eyes twinkled. "Well, I guess the other is going to use the bathroom, I suppose."

"You mean . . . I have to share a bathroom . . . with him?" Kagome asked dangerously.

"Precisely."

"May I ask . . .why?" She was beginning to growl like a dog, much Inuyasha's surprise.

The old man shrugged. "He's your body guard, he'll need easy access to you if something goes wrong." Before the two could respond, he darted out of the room. "Good night, you two!"

Inuyasha and Kagome watched as he sped off, then turning their gazes onto one another once again, both thinking the same thing:

Great . . . just great . . .

AU: aha! just as promised, a longer chapter! muahahaha, aren't I evil? lol, for those of you wondering, no, I haven't forgotten about "Where I Belong," it's just I've been getting so much inspiration for this story; besides, its been bugging me that I've been working for this story for some time and haven't even gotten to the real plot yet. This story's got a long way to go, I'll tell you that . . .I'm expecting around 30 chapters for this one . . . yup, it's a big one . . .

anyways, thanks for the reviews! I'm so happy I wasn't given so much homework tonight, so I was able to work on this . . . just Algebra, but I don't really mind it . . .

stay tuned!