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The "Better Summary": When Kagome and her sisters Sango and Ayame were younger, their parents died in a very bad accident. They moved in with their fathers' brother Yank Morgan, who took them in. Ever since the accident, Kagome always has to have control over everything, for her own peace of mind and her own security… so I guess you could call her anal. Now as a grown woman she is still the same, but works for her uncles sports agency, things get very chaotic and in comes Inuyasha…(by the way…Kagome, Sango and Micki are triplets: Oldest-Sango, Middle- Kagome, Micki-youngest... but they look nothnig alike) lets just get to the story )

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha…although I really wish I did...

Prologue

Yank Higurashi leaned in his favorite chair and puffed on a Monte Cristo Cigar. Damn, life was good. At least, as good as it could be with his three nieces sick in bed with colds and way to quite for his peace of mind. He'd been caring for the girls ever since their parents died in a terrible plane crash almost a year and a few months ago and he'd done his best to keep things normal for them and for himself. Hence his weekly poker night with the guys.

"Hey Higurashi. You folding or what?" Jimmy asked.

"Depends on your hand." He replied and grinned.

Jimmy glanced at his cards and rubbed his hand over his bald head, a pretty sure sign that the mans hand sucked. "What the hell. I'm in."

"Me, too." Spencer Atkins, Yanks long time friend and business rival, tossed his bet onto the pile of chips in the center of the table and pulled a long drag of his cigar. "Better not inhale," a small female voice warned. Yank frowned and turned to the door way. His middle niece, Kagome, stood in her flannel nightgown and glared, arms folded across her chest. "Your suppose to be resting," Yank said. She shrugged. "My nose is stuffed. I want Lola," she said, speaking of his assistant and one-time lover, not that any of the girls knew that last part. Lola was the only female influence the girls had.

Yank didn't discourage their relationship. But the woman complicated his life to no end and reminded him of their once-hot affair. He had his hands full with three little women. He didn't need a fourth female making demands on his time and forcing him to give up the important things. Things like cigars and poker.

"Can I call her, Uncle Yank? Please?" Kagome asked.

"Yeah, can she call her?" Spencer asked, laughing. "As if you'd say no. It's no hardship having that beautiful woman around 24/7, is it, Higurashi?"

Yank scowled. "Take some aspirin instead," he told his niece.

"Aspirin's no good for children. There's a new study out that shows it can cause something called Reye's syndrome. Lola would know that," Kagome said in an accusing tone.

He groaned. "You wanna call her, call her. Just make sure she knows I'm tied up with the boys." Kagome rolled her eyes. "She knows. Everyone knows Tuesday night's poker night." Kagome ran over and kissed his cheek. "Thank Uncle Yank. I promise not to bother you again."

He hugged the little girl tight. "You never bother me." She clasped her hands behind her back. "You mean that?" she asked in a serious voice, one to old for an eleven year old.

Losing parents did that to kids, Yank had learned. Sango, the oldest, had taken over the mother role and making sure everyone behaved. Ayame, the youngest, tagged along with him everywhere he went, never giving him time or space to breathe, obviously afraid if she did, he'd run away and never return. And Kagome lost herself in books as if she could escape into another world. But she also used the knowledge she leaned to try and control everyone and everything around her.

Yank figured she thought that if she orchestrated life, she wouldn't lose the people around her like she lost her parents. When had he turned into a damn shrink? He wondered. "Go," he said softly. "The sooner her call Lola, the sooner you'll get some sleep." She nodded. "Okay." She ran out of the room and he heard her chattering on the phone from the kitchen.

"Sorry," he muttered. "Let's get back to business."

Spencer listed his glass and took a sip of the whisky Yank kept in the bar. "Son of a bitch. I'm out." With a scowl, he folded his hands. "I'll just have a smoke and watch Yank take the rest of you suckers for all your worth." A few hands later, Spencer reached for his cigar, then narrowed his eyes when he came up empty handed. "Winning's not enough for you, Higurashi? You have to stoop to stealing stogies for fun?" Yank tossed his cards onto the table. "I take offence to the implication. I'm winnin' fair and square. And I didn't take your damn cigar. Maybe you're getting old and you forgot whether or not you lit one."

Jimmy rose to his feet. "Come on, boys. We don't need to fight amongst ourselves. Spence here can have my cigar. If my wife smells it on me she'll douse me in kerosene and light a match." He glanced down. "Hey, wait a second…" Yank winced. "Yours is gone too?" He asked, a sneaking suspicion dawning on him. The other man nodded. "Mel?" Yank asked the fourth man.

"Mines gone, too" Yank groaned. "Kagome Alexandra Higurashi!" He bellowed. "Get in here now!"

"You don't have to yell uncle Yank. I'm right here." Kagome's voice sounded from underneath the table. The little sneak…how'd she get under there with out us noticing? He wondered. She tried to stand up too soon and bumped her head. "Ouch!" She held her head for a bit but finally stood in front of him, guilt written all over her little face. Her cheeks were pink and her brown eyes too wide and innocent. "Give the boys back their cigars," Yank demanded. Her eyes filled with tears. "But…"

"Don't tell me you didn't take them. What else would you be doing sneaking around under there?" She shook her head. "I wasn't going to say that."

"What were you going to say?" Spencer asked in a surprisingly kind voice considering he'd nearly sprung Yank alive for stealing his cigar. Faced with the midget culprit, his tone gentles as it always did around the middle kid. Kagome clasped her hands behind her long flannel nightgown. "The surgeon general says smoking's bad for you health. It'll turn you lungs black and clog your arties."

"Arteries, Doofus," Sango said, walking in from the doorway. "Sorry uncle Yank. I fell asleep and forgot to watch her. It won't happen again." She grabbed her sisters hand and pulled, trying to drag her from the room. "Stop," Kagome whined. "I'm right and they all know it!"

"It doesn't matter. They're guys and guys smoke," the third little musketeer chimed in, surprising them all by walking in from the kitchen. In her hand, Micki held the ashtray with all the men's cigars. "Hey, it took me a long time to collect those without them noticing," Kagome said. "But they weren't yours to take." Sango walked around the room, handing each man a used cigar.

In all likelihood nobody got the right smoke and Yank cringed. "I think its time to call it a night."

"If Lola had come, none of this would've happened," Sango said. "She'd have kept Kagome busy in the kitchen."

"If Lola had come, she'd be sprayin' Lysol all around our heads," Yank muttered.

"Hey! That's not nice, uncle Yank." Micki smacked him on the shoulder with her little hand. "See?" he said to his friends. "This is why I won't ever get married! I already got three little women telling me what to do."

Jimmy shook his head. "It's more like with three little girls, you can't find a woman in he right mind that would have you."

"Except Lola… but Yanks not bright enough to know a good thing when he see's it," Spencer said with a laugh. "This is from someone who already got one divorce under his belt." Kagome pulled the sleeve of Spencer's sweater, "Really? You were married? To who? When? How?" she said with big eyes.

"None of your business little girl." He softened his words by patter her head.

"Like that'll satisfy her. Kagome needs to know all details about all things."

"What'd she look like? Why'd she leave? Or did you leave?" she kept asking her questions. Yank chuckled. At least she'd stopped harassing them about the cigars. Though given Kagome's inquisitive nature and need to control everything and everyone around her he should probably lock up the Cubans.

Heaven help the man who had to deal with her when she grew up.