Hey, guys, this is the second chapter and I'll tell you right now that updates on this story will be fast and numerous; since I've got help from my book. I've been trying not to use their words, but the text and messages are from this book. Anyway, if you like this story, please keep reading it. It will get much better.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kagome or Kurama or Miroku, and I don't have copyrights to the book Unforgettable. It is by Madeline Baker.

History of Shuichi Minamino, A.K.A Kurama

Chapter 2

Kagome continued on after dismissing the afternoon's events as simply an elaborate illusion her tired mind produced from many days of stress and boredom. She continued on the self-guided store, pausing every few seconds to read moreinteresting facts. She felt better when several other tourists came into view, and found herself smirking in amusement upon overhearing one of them remark that having a stable next to a jail, would have been a handy thing.

Towards the end of her tour Kagome stopped, staring at the endless stores and galleys, the Standard Mill, and tried to imagine what it must have been like to live back then; to have no running water, no indoor pluming, no cars, or showers, or electricity. There had been hot summers; cold, bitter winters, with only fireplaces or cast-iron stoves to keep themselves warm.

"Yeah," she sighed finally. Bodie was a nice place to visit, but she wouldn't want to live here.

Kagome drove away that night and pulled into the nearest city of Bridgeport for dinner. She intended on getting an early start in the morning and heading to California where she would visit with her mom and brother. It would be king of nice to visit her family again since it had been so long since she'd seen them.

But as she lay in her room that night, she couldn't help but pick up the book she'd bought earlierin Bodie's tiny gift shop and began casually sifting through it. She glanced at an old news paper and was amused that there were mostly advertisements printed in it. She read on until she came to an article which read, "$100 dollar reward...taken from our barn, one black horse, Mexican saddle, and blankets. We will pay 100 dollars for the return of the horse and will pay 50 dollars for the arrest of the thieves." Kagome absently wondered why the thieves bothered to take only one horse, instead of two.

Yawning, Kagome put the book away, holding a hand to cover her gaping mouth, and blinked sleepily as she slipped into bed. Almost immediately a vision of the man she'd 'imagined' popped into view. Kagome frowned and waved her hand in front of her face as if that would dispell his image from her mind. "Go 'way, you don't exist," she murmured and then fell into a nice, deep sleep.

She woke up the next morning, feeling vaguely uneasy over a dream she honestly couldn't remember. She couldn't remember what she'd dreamt about, only that she had desperately been searching for someone; someone with mysterious, haunted eyes.

After a quick breakfast of bacon, eggs, and slightly stale coffee, Kagome headed out, cursing to herself as a half-hour down the road she realized she was heading in the wrong direction; back towards Bodie. She pulled off the road, tapping her foot impatiently on the break, intending on turning around, but instead sat there for a moment wondering how she'd made this mistake. She wondered if maybe, sub-consciously she wanted to go back; back to the tiny town she'd visited the day before, if only to prove to herself that what she really saw the day before was her imagination...or not.

Have I completely lost it? she questioned herself. And as she pulled onto the road still heading in the wrong direction, Kagome make the quick decision to go back, deciding to get some answers once and for all.

When she arrived, she noticed the same attendant from yesterday who commented that she had returned. Kagome grinned wryly before muttering a hurried response.

"Have a good day then," she attendant remarked, waving slightly.

"Thanks, I will." As an off-handed note she asked the clerk, "has anyone ever seen any ghosts here?"

The attendant seemed faintly amused with a small smile lighting onher face. "A few; some people have claimed to see things, hear noises at night, see shadows passing by."

"Do you believe in them?" Kagome asked curiously.

"Some of them...but if there are, this sure is the place for them." Kagome had to agreed and departed from the gate, this time heading back towards the book store where she'd bought her things the day before; the book and the newspaper.

"Can I help you with something miss?" a man asked. Kagome regarded him curiously. He wasn't a tall man by any means, but still taller than her with black hair tied back in a small pony tail at the nape of his neck. He had wide, friendly violet eyes as he smiledin greeting.

Kagome found herself returning the infectious grin. "Well, I don't know. Do you have anything about...ghosts?" She asked, almost hesitant to ask.

"Yes, of course we do, this is a ghost town, you realize." The man grinned matter-of-factly before studying her curiously. "Do you believe in them?"

"Nope, just research," she replied, a bit too quickly and unwilling to bring her illusion to the front of her mind just yet.

"Research then, huh?" the man asked. "Are you here investigating something?"

"No, well not exactly. I am a journalist, however this isn't for an article. You see, I'm planning on writing a book about mysteries and well, Bodie caught my eye." Her smile was genuine as she realized she really did like this tiny plot of land. It was very pretty, even now. She couldn't even begin to imagine what it must have looked like so many years ago.

"I see. I'm Miroku Monk," he introduced, holding out his hand, taken aback when she didn't seem to notice. Kagome's eyes had gone far away and Miroku couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking about. Motioning her to follow him, Miroku stepped out from behind the counter.

"Have you seen something?" he asked finally when they were a little ways away, eyes roving over her face.

"No, well, at least I don't think so. I mean it looked real, but I'm sure it was just my imagination," she stammered, waving a hand flippantly.

Miroku frowned. "Tell me what you saw."

Kagome sighed, knowing she would have to tell him. "Well, I'm not sure exactly. It looked like a man, except at the same time...it sort ofwasn't."

"Where did you see it?" Miroku asked seriously.

Kagome swallowed thickly, throat suddenly dry in apprehension. "At the...at the jail," she whispered. Miroku looked thoughtful and Kagome couldn't help but ask, "have you seen it?"

Miroku stared at her before answering, "once, I thought I saw him about a year ago. On August 12."

"Wait, yesterday was August 12," she gasped, slightly horrified. "I saw him on the same date that you saw him." Kagome clenched her teeth painfully. "Well I don't know if it was him, but I saw something. Who is he?" She was more interested now, somehow relieved that she wasn't going crazy and that she really had seen something. On the other hand, the thought frightened her to pieces and she was terrified to go back to the jail's location, afraid of what she might find.

Miroku paused, glancing up and down the road. "His name was Shuichi Minamino, otherwise known as Kurama. He was a gambler and quick with a knife and gun. He owned a little saloon called the Bodie Bell with a prostitue named Koharu Suli. She was killed and as a result he was accused of murdering her and although he swore his innocence till the bitter end, they hanged him...on August 12."

Kagome swallowed the thick lump that had worked its way up her throat again. "How do you know so much about this?" she asked anxiously.

Miroku shrugged casually and answered patiently, "he was a distant relative."

"Do you know what he looked like?" Kagome asked.

"Hmm, just that he was tall with long hair and pleasant features. I heard he was quite the ladies man back in his day."

"Did he have green eyes?" she questioned.

"Don't rightly know, not much else is known about him." Miroku jumped to his feet excitedly. "I've got an old photo of him! Do you want to take a look at it?"

Kagome jumped at the chance. "Sure!"

"I've got to get back to work here in a few butare you planning to stick aroundfor awhile?"

Kagome grinned guiltily. "Yes. I was planning on walking around a bit more, why?"

"Well, the photo is at my place, it's located right here on the property. If you want, I'll let you see it at the end of the day when the park closes," he offered.

"Well," she pondered, "all right." She really wanted to see it. "Where do I meet you?"

"Just meet me here and you can come back with me to my place."

"Okay. Well I'll see you later." She left him a few minutes later and took off on the self-guided toar again.

Along Kagome's walk around the city, she found herself stopping by the few places she'd visisted the day before; the Methodist Church, the McDonald House, and several other establishments. She paused with some trepidation as she approached the jail house again, but shook off the funk surrounding her shaking body. She stepped catiously towards the old building and took another look around, surprsised to find herself a bit disappointed when nothing out of the ordinary happened.

And then she felt it. It was him. He was there, only more tangible now. Inside the jail cell was a man, the same man she'd seen the night before. He was propped up, leaning against the wall, hands buried deep within his pockets, head angled down and drooping in what she determined was exhaustion. He looked...solid...and real, not anything like the apparition she had seen before. Kagome grasped the thick metal bars between her taunt fingers and pulled herself up, pressing her face closer to the window, jumping back startled when the man suddenly looked up and spotted her. His gaze captured hers and something called to her. She could practically feel his disparity and his anger at being imprisoned, the air around him teasing her senses with the taste and smell of him.

This isn't happening, she thought to herself, closing her eyes once again and yet, here she was...seeing him, seeing this man, this ghost. And just as quickly as he came, the beautiful man blinked out of existence, the air warming and thickening at his sudden departure. She was trembling when she let go of the bars and had to sit down her legs were shaking so badly. She didn't know how long she sat there, but by the time she finally caught her breath and the goose bumps settled down it was time to meet Miroku. Her steps were hurried as she all but ran away from the jail. She had to find out what was going on...and fast.

Okay, I'll stop there. Okay, it's getting a little interesting, don't you think? Don't worry if you think it's moving a little slow, but I am mostly following the storyline of the book. Anyway, I added Miroku in because I didn't want to use the names of the people in the book. Oh, and another thing I don't think I've touched on. These people, everyone are humans. There are no demons, strickly humans. So, anyway, here's the next chappie. Hope you enjoyed it. Another one will be up soon.

Ja ne,

Kura-kun's-lovr