"I don't think that sword is a good idea. It belonged to Sesshoumaru, InuYasha's older half-brother. If he sees us with that sword, he'll most likely try to kill us," Kagome explained. She recalled the many times the dog-demon had attempted to take her life. She shivered and crossed her arms in front of her. "Besides, InuYasha will throw a fit, too. He hates his half-brother more than anything." Hannah raised her brow.
"Relax, Kagome. It might not be certain we'll even get through. If the well is still carrying magic then we will be able to see so when we approach it," Hannah told her, her face serious.
Kagome eyed her carefully, "And how do you know that?" Hannah remained calm as she kept her blue eyes on the Tenseiga, "Because I can, too, see magic – like you." Kagome blanched and clapped her hands together excitedly.
Kagome deserved to know. She had just told of Hannah her big secret. Hannah felt as if she should return the favour.
"Are you a priestess, too?"
Hannah opened her mouth to start the long explanation, but a deep, male voice cut her short, "Miss Hannah Moore is a powerful witch." Both girls swirled around to look at whoever might be able to have busted them. Kagome gulped as she took in the appearance of the male. The Japanese man's short hair was a dark, brown color – matching his eyes perfectly. He wore a very formal suit and she had no doubt that it could be Armani. He looked very expensive. Kagome wondered just how old the man in front of her was, seeing he was rather young. Hannah was the first to speak up, "Mr. Kaito." She bowed. "Kagome, this is Mr. Kaito, the curator of the museum."
"Greetings," Mr. Kaito said politely and gave her a charming smile. "I do believe we have met before, Miss Higurashi. However, you might not remember who I am." She shook her head, no. "Ah, well, I am a good friend of your mother's. I have visited the shrine often the past three years."
Kagome blinked, "I'm sorry, but I haven't been as much present at the Sunset shrine the past few years. I was … working." The man grinned, his bright, white teeth almost sparkled in the moonlight, "I see. What a shame." Kagome blushed and nodded. "Wait a minute – a witch?"
"Mr. Kaito," Hannah spoke up quickly – ignoring her friend, "Did you require anything of me?"
"I do not recall allowing you to bring another person into my museum after closing-hours," he said, he sounded bored. "However, I will allow Miss Higurashi this visit this once. Do not bring anyone else in here without my approval." Hannah raised her eyebrow for the hundredth time that day. Mr. Kaito had never talked to her that way before. "I am sorry," she said and bowed, "It will not be repeated." The curator nodded.
"It would seem that my surveillance and alarms have been turned off, Miss Moore. How did this happen?" Hannah pursed her lips and shrugged, the man knew it was she – he had no need to ask how. "I am in need of borrowing an item," Kagome suddenly announced. The curator looked amused, "Is that so, little girl?"
Kagome's face took an unhealthy, red shade of color, "You're almost at my age. Don't you dare call me little," Kagome stomped her foot onto the ground. Hannah fought herself to prevent from hitting her friend. Mr. Kaito was a powerful man in the historical world and he was not known for his patience. She was about to apologize for her friend's behavior and, to Hannah's surprise the curator began to laugh.
"Miss Higurashi, your spitfire is delightful." His comment made Kagome blush even more and she tuned to Hannah, letting the much more mature woman handle the situation. "Mr. Kaito, what Kagome really means is that I wish to borrow an artifact for my research. I – "
"Ah, you are starting on a new book, Miss Moore? Your latest book concerning the pre-historical Norway and the Vikings was truly entertainment. I could picture myself in the early ages by your detailed explanation. You are a skilled, young woman," he praised. Hannah smiled. "So, which item did you need?"
Hannah bit the inside of her cheek – they had not picked out an item as of yet. Straightening her back she replied, "A sword."
"A sword, you say?" Hannah nodded. "We have many swords and katana here, Miss Moore. I am afraid you would have to be more specific."
On impulse, Hannah went over to the Tenseiga and put her palm on the glass. The sword pulsed and Hannah felt a raw wave of power run down her spine. She shook it off. Kagome crossed her arms – she could touch the glass, but she could not? She huffed and went over to her friend. "I want to study the sword carefully, if you would allow me," she said. The curator grinned and Hannah narrowed her eyes slightly.
Her mother had told her in an early age to never trust demons. They were evil, cunning and professional killing-machines – she was to stay away from them. However, she knew Mr. Kaito and as far as she knew, he had never slain a human in his life. He was cunning, yes, but until today he had not used any tricks on her. Fox-demos, like he was himself, loved to play jokes on humans. She studied his hair and eyes and her eyes traveled down to the silver necklace that hung lazily around his strong neck.
"I will give you one month to study the sword, Miss Moore," he finally said and walked towards her. "I suspect your powers will talk you through the research as always anyway," he grinned and put a large hand on her petite shoulder.
Kagome looked skeptical on the two of them, "You're a witch?"
Hannah sharply drew in breath and nodded. Mr. Kaito turned to Kagome, "You did not know?" Kagome shook her head, no. The curator hummed. "Then I apologize for revealing your identity, Miss Moore." Hannah's storm-blue eyes glared daggers at the man. It was all too obvious that he was far from sorry. "Foxes," she thought.