Hey, guys! Yup, its me! Kura-kun's-lovr with another new story. I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, but I have it on good authority that you guys will absolutely love this fic. Guess what? Its a Kag/Kur and guess what else? Kurama's a knight in England and Kagome is the future queen! Sound interesting. You'll love it, I swear. And if you don't, well then I guess you really can't see Kurama dressed up in hot armor and battling for a princess's heart. :) Anyway, I hope you guys like this one. It'll begood!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho, although if I did well the world would be a happy, sunshiney place!!!


Chapter 1

The Return of a Princess

Kagome Higurashi sighed to herself as she watched the green roves of country side pass her by. She braced her cheek against her hand and silently stared as boredom had set in long ago. Turning her face away from the window, she nervously smoothed out the crinkles in her skirts as her legs were spread out in an un lady-like way.

"Kagome, dear, I really wish you wouldn't sit like that," her mother chided. "We sent you to school in Briarsfield (not a real place, I just made up an English type name) so you could learn to be a lady."

Kagome really wanted to shoot her mother a dirty look, instead she only crossed her legs primly, sat up straight...and stared out the window some more. At age 23, Kagome was already considered a lady and was in fact the future Queen of England. She was, however, not excited about the prospect. She had never been much of a lady. Oh, she was educated in the finest schools, but she'd always been more of a tomboy, getting along more with the village boys than the silly females of court.

When she was 16, she'd left her home in London to attend a finishing school in Briarsville, Scotland. Her last day had been a week ago and she was only too glad to get out of that loathsome school. There was nothing but foolish girls who wanted nothing more than to get a man into their skirts. Oh, yes, Kagome had seen through all their false demeanors. Everyone acted like they wanted to be her friend, but in truth most just wanted to befriend her for her status as Princess of England. Throughout her years of schooling, she'd only made a few friends and only one best friend and confidant.

She'd met Sango on the first day of school when they'd bumped into each other. Sango had immediately recognized who she was, but instead of going gaga and cooing over her like a little doll, she'd opened her big mouth and told Kagome to get out of her way. Kagome had then surprised Sango by bursting into laughter. For a full ten minutes, Sango had stared in shock as the future Queen of England was literally crying tears of laughter. Kagome had thanked Sango for reacting like a normal person and the girls had been best friends since then.

Kagome glanced across the stage coach to where her best friend sat, trying her best to act lady-like. But she was more alike Kagome than anyone realized. Sango had grown up like Kagome, only she'd been a Duke's daughter, who'd been shipped off when he had a son to carry on the family name. Sango, although she loved her brother dearly, had never been more grateful and hadn't visited her home but a few times. That was one of the reasons Sango was returning to England. The other, which came as a small, but happy shock to the England Princess, was that Sango intended to become a knight. Kagome had thought that admirable and took it upon herself to bring Sango back with her and give her a place as her personal knight and bodyguard.

"Hey, Kagome, you okay?" Sango inquired as Kagome once again let out a little sigh.

Kagome smiled a half smile at her best friend. "Yes, I'm fine. I guess I'm just a little nervous," she admitted. "I mean I haven't been home in a long time." Truth be told, she hadn't missed it. Although she'd hated the finishing school, it was still better than being back at the castle being waited on like a helpless child.

Sango returned the smile, seeming to understand exactly what Kagome was thinking.

"So, are we almost there?" Sango asked, changing the subject.

"Yes," Kagome said. "Not too long now." Kagome moved her leg as it was starting to get a cramp from sitting in one place for so long. She rubbed her leg and turned to her mother.

"So, mother, how's Yusuke been?" she asked. When she was younger, Kagome had met and befriended a young boy when he saved her from being run over by a stage coach one day. He'd been dirty and unkempt and Kagome had immediately taken him home to the castle where her mother had fussed over the poor boy. Yusuke had stayed ever since, even though he claimed at the time he hated being fawned over.

Her mother smiled pleasantly. "Didn't I tell you? Yusuke's training to become a knight?"

"Really!" Kagome exclaimed. "That's fantastic!"

"He's very good too," her mother gushed. "Oh, you'll be so proud of him, honey." Kagome spared a glance at her mother. Her mother was getting older and had had Kagome fairly past her prime, after several miscarriages. And although she still looked serene and calm, Kagome knew her mother was getting older. As far back as Kagome could remember, it had been her, her mother, and younger brother as her father had died at a young age during a freak accident where he'd fallen out his tower window. Well, at least that's what the people claimed. But Kagome had always suspected there was more to it than that.

"Hey, look," Sango pointed. Way off in the distance you could see the tallest towers of her family's castle.

Kagome was awed and a strange clump of fresh tears began to pool beneath her eyelids. It felt kind of good to see it again, it had been so long.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a rider wearing a knight suit as he road his horse across a wide open plain. She could barely make out his face at this distance, but she could have sworn she caught the sight of red hair. For a moment his head turned and she could have sworn he looked at her. And then he was gone, disappearing into a dense forest.

"I wonder who that was," Kagome muttered to herself.

"Who was what, dear?" her mother asked.

Kagome turned away from the window to smile at her mother. "It was nothing. I just thought I saw someone, that's all."


Kurama spurned his horse onward across the fields. He was just returning from a long day of intense training. His student, Yusuke, had really made some improvements that day and Kurama couldn't be happier that his teachings were being so useful. In all his years as a knight, he'd never met some one as determined as Yusuke.

Kurama reached out and urged his horse into a gallop rubbing a gentle hand along the black's stallion's neck. "Come on, Sanito, let's go!" He was racing along when he caught the sound of far off horse beats as a carriage began to take shape. At any other time, Kurama would have passed it on as a normal carriage, but something caught his eye. The flag jutting out from the top had the symbol of a red rose. The background behind the rose was duel colored as one side was black and the other white. Kurama's eyes widened. It was royalty; and the coat of arms for the royal family of England.

Stopping his horse momentarily Kurama raised his eyes to the horizon as he watched the carriage come fully into view. Shrugging his shoulders, he briefly wondered who was inside. He knew the queen didn't travel much as it was known, at least to her faithful knights and servants, that she was getting older and couldn't travel as much. He was about to continue with his intent to return home, when a flash of black caught his eye and he was met with the most stunning pair of blue eyes he'd ever seen.

She was staring out the window, a bored expression upon her pretty face. She glanced around curiously and Kurama more than felt when her eyes landed on him. She stared at him for a full minute as if assessing him, and Kurama took this time to fully study her face. She had a heart-shaped face, with full pink lips, and wide pretty eyes. Her hair was black and apparently long as it tumbled over her shoulders, framing her face. Kami, but she took his breath away. And that was only her face. Kurama shook his head to try and clear his head. He still needed to get home and his horse was growing tired. So, almost hesitantly he turned away and urged his horse forwards again.

But as he road away a picture of her pretty face was etched in his mind. He wondered who she was...and if he'd ever have the pleasure of seeing her again.

It was dusk by the time Kurama made it home. He raced into the stables and unsaddled his horse, noticing that Yusuke had already made it back, as his horse was already out in the pen, cooling down. One of the stable hands moved forward to help Kurama with his horse, but Kurama waved him off. He preferred doing things on his own. There was no use in having someone else do it for you, when you were capable of doing it yourself.

In no time at all, his horse was unsaddled, brushed out, and happily munching on some hay. Kurama had taken off his helmet the moment he arrived, but still wore the chest armor (Okay, everyone drool on the count of 3...one...two....th-drool!!! Sorry I couldn't wait that long). He was just reaching down to take off the heavy armor when Yusuke came tearing around the corner and almost barreled into Kurama.

"Woah, Yusuke! Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Kurama asked.

"She's back!" Yusuke crowed. Kurama thought it was a little strange for the usually gruff Yusuke to act at all out of character.

Kurama raised an eyebrow, "She?"

"Yes, she was my best friend before she moved and had to go to some fancy smanshy school," Yusuke said shrugging.

"That's nice, Yusuke," Kurama stated pleasantly. He was about to leave when Yusuke moved to stop him

Yusuke held out and arm and grabbed Kurama by the shoulder. "Hey, don't you want to meet her?"

Kurama smiled, as if a bit stiff. He was so tired from training. He just wanted to go home and get some rest. He had no time to wait around for some flighty girl of Yusuke's. "Some other time, Yusuke," he said.

"Well, okay," Yusuke muttered.

"Well good night, Yusuke, I hope you have a pleasant evening," Kurama made a move to leave again, when suddenly a girl raced through the stables calling Yusuke's name.

"Yusuke!" She cried, her voice alight with excitement.

"Kagome!" Yusuke cried, rushing forward and opening his arms.

Kurama's thought were whirring a mile a minute. Now, why did that name ring a bell? Wait! Wasn't the princess's name Kagome; the future queen of England? Could it be possible that Yusuke's best friend was Princess Kagome? Of course, Yusuke could have another friend named Kagome, it was possible. Becoming a little curious, he decided that maybe he could stay for a bit. This could be interesting. He'd never actually met the princess before, if it actually was the real princess. Kurama had met the queen many times and respected her greatly. Kurama turned just in time to witness a girl with long, obsidian curls barrel herself into Yusuke's open arms.

Kurama's eyes widened. She had her face buried in Yusuke's chest as the two stood there laughing with delight and hugging each other. Suddenly her face lifted and Kurama could do nothing but stare as his jaw dropped. She was the one; the one from the coach that afternoon. And if he had heard right, Yusuke had called her Kagome.

"Oh my God," Kurama murmured in realization. He was standing face to face with the future Queen of England. And....she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.


Hey, guys, this is the end of that chapter and sort of a cliff hanger. What'd you think? Was Kurama hot or what? Anyway, what do you guys think will happen when our firey princess meets out debonair knight? Well, to find out, you must read and review and tell me if you like this fic. I'll be waiting.

Ja ne

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