Konnichi wa minna! I finally finished with the second chapter and I'm pleased to see it's a little bit longer than the first chapter. I have now added in the Sukisho part of this crossover and I've actually added quite a bit of information about the anime within this chapter. So even if you didn't get a chance to watch Sukisho this should at least give some some background information to ponder. Also, thank you for reviewing. I got some great reviews but I want to see some more, so keep 'em coming people. Hope you like this chapter.

Yoko and Kurama talking or thinking

When Life Knocks You Down

Chapter 2

What the-? A boy with sky-colored hair and matching eyes to boot jerked his head up, surprised when he winced at the pain that arose with such a hurried motion. His eyes remained shut while he gently probed his forehead and almost instantly discovered the source of his pain, a small lump on the side of his temple. Yep, someone had definitely knocked him out. But why? And who did it? If he didn't know any better, he would think Fujimori had hit him again. The pink haired pretty boy had a tendency to do that whenever he thought Sora was being stupid. But what reason would his almost-but-not-quite lover have for hitting him now? He had just rescued him from an insane, psychopathic scientist who had been trying to use the two as lab rats for some strange and quite bizarre experiment (1).

But if it wasn't Sunao, who else would have the guts to even attempt to hit him and not expect repercussions to come from such actions. Anyone else he would have just beaten them up. His next thought was that perhaps Matsuri had hit him with the door again as that occurred at least once daily when the blond took it upon himself to burst into his shared dorm room with Sunao only to act surprised when they didn't respond as 'cheerfully'. But if that was the case than he should have been lying in a soft bed by now, not on ground as hard and as cold as granite. It was strange, but it almost felt familiar in a way, like he'd slept like this before...before...well before the last few years or so.

It didn't take a genius to realize he wasn't anywhere near where he was supposed to be.

Honestly, why did his life have to be so complicated? It seems like just yesterday he was a typical Japanese high school student, well as normal one could get, he supposed, especially if you had no parents and, oh yeah, you didn't remember a thing about your childhood or that one of your past best friends was left behind to be raised by a cruel man who then exploited said best friend's hatred of you because you let go of his hand and thus left him behind. Except that he remembered everything now. Between nearly stabbing Shinichiro and finally coming face to face with his created counterpart, Yoru, he had finally accessed the memories Sunao had desperately wanted him to remember. It was hard sometimes because in a way, he didn't exactly feel like the old Sora. It was like having two sets of memories living inside your head.

(2) He remembered Sunao and Matsuri, before Matsuri had move with his family overseas. He remembered forming an everlasting bond between he and Sunao before both boys were suddenly ripped from the orphanage they had been living in and tossed into the extreme world of science. He remembered wakening in a steal room only to find Sunao crying in his sleep beside him. Their bond only grew from there. He remembered his first meeting with Aizawa and the menacing glee in the scientist's eyes as he mockingly informed them why they were there. He remembered every single time Sunao would come back from the experiment rooms, his head wrapped in bandages and, even worse, that eerie, vacant look in those soft pink eyes as they gazed at him blankly. He even remembered creating Yoru as a means to both cope with what was happening and later to help protect Sunao. And of course he remembered their last day together when Shinichiro had barged into their tiny, bleak world in an attempt to rescue them both. He remembered the terrifying thrill of running away and the hope of finally having freedom. He remembered grabbing his friend fiercely, trying to urge the short, pink haired child to run faster. He remembered when Sunao tripped...the look on Nao-kun's face as he desperately told his 'Kuu-chan' not to leave him. And yet he had. Aizawa had commanded Sora to let go and so he did, forgetting his friend even existed and destroying his best friend from the inside out. It was a wonder his friend could even stand to look at him now. How could he ever forgive himself for forgetting about the wonderful boy? How was it that Sunao could still profess to having feelings for him when there was such a lack of trust on both their sides to begin with? Was their really any hope of ever having a full and loving relationship? Either way, Sora guessed it was time for them to really talk about the past as well as what might lie in the future. There must be things Sunao had been waiting to tell him. And there were things Sora desperately wanted to tell him in return.

But right now, Sora really needed to get his head on straight and figure out where he was first. Rubbing his head, this time with less vigor, the blue-eyed boy opened his eyes, blinking at the deserted scene he was met with. Two beds with lumpy, cold mattresses and one tightly sealed door. There was a small window located nearby but it looked a bit too tall, even for him, to see out of. A moment later, blue eyes just a few shades lighter than his hair, widened as his mind was overloaded with past memories of remaining trapped in a room such as this. His mind screamed at him. Why was he here once again? Hadn't this place burned down? It had only been a day since Sunao's rescue (at least he hoped so) and the last thing he remembered was finally settling himself into his toasty-warm bed, snuggled close to his precious Toushizo, Sunao sleeping snugly in the bed next to his. Wait...Sunao! Where was he?

Sora groaned and glanced around worriedly.

"(3) Nao-kun!" Sora shouted, slightly relieved when he spotted his pink-haired roommate passed out and slumped against a dingy wall. Sora's eyes softened. Even though Sunao's hair was all mussed and his face was a bit dirty, the boy still somehow managed to look good. He was wearing his school uniform, though it too was falling apart in places, appearing as if he had been struggling with someone.

Getting up gingerly and satisfied when he could feel no other pain than the one in his head, he half walked-half crawled over to the beautiful boy and kneeled beside him, gently placing a hand upon his cheek and patting it to awaken the other boy. "Fujimori-kun." He gave a slight gasp when his friend began moving, fluttering his pretty lashes.

"H-Hashiba," Sunao whispered blearily, opening his eyes and giving a start when he saw the other boy so close to his face. His cheeks blushed a light mauve color and he hurriedly looked away before Sora could read his embarrassment and thus tease him about it. But a moment later his pink eyes widened in fear at what he discovered, suddenly wishing he hadn't been so hasty in looking away from the blue-haired boy. He trembled as he spoke. "Hashiba, where are we?"

Sora's face was grim as he sat back on his heels and swept an arm out. "Can't you tell?"

Sunao opened his mouth to demand more answers, but gave a start when the faint sound of keys unlocking a door called to his attention.

At that moment a door was slammed open and both boys let out a startled cry, automatically latching onto each other as they had in the long, previously forgotten past. At the loud banging sound, Sora drew a shivering, frightened Sunao into his arms and both watched helplessly as a familiar blond was thrown through the doorway carelessly. The door was slammed shut an instant later, preventing them from seeing out into the hallway beyond (4).

"Matsuri?" Sora and Sunao called together, terrified to approach their friend in his unconscious state. The blond haired boy did not stirr and he appeared to be bleeding from a slight wound on his forehead. His blond hair lay clumped and unclean around his body and Sora knew his friend had seen better days. "Matsuri-chan?" Sunao whispered again, clutching tightly onto Sora's shoulders. Unable to stop himself, Sunao left the safety of his friend's arms and crawled over to the wounded boy.

Unexpectedly, the blond gave a light groan and flipped over, tugging Sunao into his arms and drawing a squeak from the pink haired pretty boy and a growl from Sora. It didn't matter to him whether Matsuri was one of his best friends. Sunao was his and absolutely no one had the right to grab his boyfriend like that. Although...would it really be so bad to include Matsuri? Er. Wait a second. Did I really just think that? Sora found himself blushing at the hentaii thoughts. He hadn't even gotten around to discussing his relationship with Sunao yet. He couldn't just go including someone else when he still didn't know where he and his roommate stood at this point in time. Sora's eyes drew together in confusion before he shook his head, mentally reminding himself to speak of this to the pink haired youth later. Oh yeah, they had a lot to talk about.

Sora crept up behind Matsuri and Sunao, the latter now struggling to escape the death grip the blond has placed upon him, and carefully tugged Nao away, though he made sure not to hurt his other best friend either.

"Are you all right?" Sora whispered drowsily, drawing the younger boy into his arms and holding him in the space between his knees. He was suddenly more tired than he realized and his body was aching. Certainly the pounding in his head wasn't doing him any favors either. And so he couldn't resist leaning down and resting his mouth against the soft, slightly bared flesh of skin presented to him. His eyes closed and his lips parted gently across Sunao's skin and he was slightly surprised when the boy let out a shudder and a light moan, though relaxed into the embrace.

"I don't know, Kuu-chan," Sunao whispered, grateful for the strong presence of Sora behind him, even if it did embarrass him a little to be this close to the boy.

"Don't worry," Sora whispered to him. "I'll keep you safe this time."

Sunao, who was still recovering from the shock of yesterday, couldn't help but stiffen at his friend's words. He knew Hashiba meant them, Sunao knew the boy enough to know he wouldn't say such words otherwise. But the pink-haired boy still couldn't hold back the fear racing through his veins, the fear that still continued to haunt him endlessly, the fear of being left behind again. After all, even if it truly wasn't Hashiba's fault, it still hurt knowing you were once forgotten by the one person you always cherished above all others and who you thought cherished you just as much.

As Sunao slipped into a light, dreamless sleep, his last thoughts echoed in his heart and consequently out loud as well. "Don't forget me," he whispered hoarsely, tears gathering and billowing along the crest of his eyelashes. "Please, don't forget me this time, Kuu-chan." Sora must have heard him for he lifted his head briefly before lowering it again, placing a gentle kiss on his Koibito's cheek.

"Never again. I will remember you...always."

Something was wrong. He sensed it the moment the silence in the house grew too sharp, too concentrated, too...weird. It was as if something terrible was about to happen...or worse, already had. Startled a bit by the stale feeling in the air, Kurama bolted straight up, not even bothering to see if he woke his mate in his hasty movements. But fortunately, the woman simply shivered a bit after losing some of her heat source and turned over, curling up into a ball and consequently pulling the covers off himself. At any other time, Kurama might have had fun teasing her about being a blanket hog. But right now he didn't give a damn about anything else but finding out what felt so...clearly wrong.

Kurama didn't know when exactly the sensation had hit him; a distinct calling that left him feeling as if he were not alone. It had only been a few hours since he and the equally exhausted Kagome had finally slipped into the welcoming realms of sleep. Tired, sated, and utterly exhausted from their brief but wonderful bout of lovemaking both lovers had curled up together and drifted off, only for the red headed male to awaken a few hours later with the distinct impression that something was not quite right with the world. And that's when he'd sensed it; a noticeable foreboding chill hanging in the air, something that automatically caused his shoulders to stiffen and his brain to reel out of control as his mind began imagining all the horrific possibilities.

Kurama...you're right. Something is definitely wrong here. It feels like...someone has been here recently, someone dark and full of malicious intent, Yoko's voice washed over him, thus bringing all of Kurama's worst fears to the surface and confirming the fact that there was indeed something foreboding about. I feel as if someone has been watching us, but I can't tell who they are or what they might be. Their energy is...chaotic and hard to read. There are so many emotions being emitted, it's hard to get a fix on them.

And you're just sensing it now?

I was sleeping too, you know, Yoko remarked roughlyand Kurama gave a mental wince when Yoko's anger washed over him, knowing inwardly that it wasn't the time to be blaming his counterpart. So don't go blaming me for your own failure. Kurama sighed and ran a nervous hand through his slightly ratty hair. It wasn't that he totally blamed Yoko for not watching over their home. After all, his senses were trained just as well as Yoko's and he too should have been aware of any disturbances within his household. It was just that in situations such as these, where Kurama became overwhelmed by fear and uncertainty, he had a tendency to strike out at the wrong people. He'd even done it a few times to Kagome, though both times he'd quickly been on the receiving end of her own anger, only she had had a right to her rage. And besides, right now was not the time to be pointing fingers.

First he had to check the house and make sure things were safe. After that he would check along the grounds outside before double checking the inside again. After all, he would feel a whole lot better knowing the person watching them never actually made it inside.

With that decision made the kitsune sat up determined to find out what was wrong. He moved just enough not to awaken his beloved and silently climbed to his feet. Staggering unexpectedly, as though he'd just drank a case of beer, Kurama recognized the sluggish nature of his normal gate, realizing even he himself felt off balance. What's going on? Why does even my body feel so...unbearable cold tonight? Kurama questioned his counterpart. Can you feel it too, Yoko?

I don't know, but be on guard. Something bad is about to happen.

Kurama let out a subconscious shiver at the ominous tone in Yoko's voice. When he finally got his bearings straight, he began a small walkthrough of their home, starting with his own room. Emerald eyes swept over his snoozing mate one last time before they narrowed and searched every nook and cranny of their room, searching for anything out of place or order. It was a good thing both he and his mate didn't have a lot of personal items, just a few photographs scattered here and there and their own separate closet of clothes. It helped that both of them were clean people anyway, so it was relatively easy to notice if anything seemed off balance. He gave a soft sigh of relief upon finding nothing displaced and set about searching the rest of the house. The guestroom was small and only filled with a bed, a mirror, a closet, and two chests of barren drawers. Nope, nothing there. As he was walking down the hallway, intending to search the kitchen and the front entryway, something caught his attention. Shippo's doorway...it was cracked slightly. Instantly Kurama's body stiffened with fear. Shippo always hated having his door propped open at night. Because of the nightlight Kagome had installed in the hallway, Shippo was unable to sleep unless he was immersed in total darkness. Somehow managing to dash to the room and keep himself as silent as possible, Kurama peered in and gave a soft sigh of relief when he spotted a tuft of his son's hair sticking out from the mass of pillows and stuffed animals lining his bed.

Hmm, well perhaps he got up to get a drink or go to the bathroom and simply forgot to close his door, Kurama thought, though to his knowledge that had never happened before. Stepping out into the hallway, Kurama carefully closed Shippo's door all the way and then began mechanically walking through the rest of the house, searching for even one shred of evidence that someone had entered his home. When he was satisfied that things were secure inside he hesitantly opened the back door and crept outside, fighting down the bitter cold in his bare toes as they collided with icy-cold grass. It seems he had forgotten to put on slippers in his haste to protect his precious family. But he could live with numb feet for the rest of eternity if it meant keeping them safe.

(5) Once outside, Yoko and Kurama combined their senses with Yoko manipulating his energy to the surrounding forest, both calling and seeking out any energies that seemed threatening. Kurama's eyes turned slightly gold as they continued expanding their energy, and he even went as far as pulling out a rose just in case he found himself in a situation where he had to use it.

Let's see...Kurama murmured inwardly. He first sought out Kagome's large aura, which was easily on par with his own. As per usual the colors of it were blinding and interchanging, but they remained steady in her unconscious state. Kaname's energy was blinking at him and it appeared she was more aware than Kagome was at this point, but had not fully awakened yet. She must have felt Yoko's energy disappear from her side. If he didn't want to worry her, they should be getting back to bed soon in case Kaname decided to 'wake up' and come after them.

Have you felt anything unusual, Yoko? I'm not feeling anything at this point. Perhaps the stalker was only here to observe? Kurama guessed. I don't feel so oppressed out here, so it's possible that whoever was watching us decided to leave when he felt us awaken.

Could be.

Kurama dutifully continued his walk around the perimeter a few times before Yoko finally became agitated. Shuichi...he fairly whined. It's freezing out here. Can we please return to our mate before my tails begin to freeze and fall off. Normally not one to complain or to let impatience rule his emotions, Kurama was a bit surprised at the demand. Yoko was normally very cold and cunning. He'd been known to wait for hours on end, waiting for the perfect moment to swoop in and capture his prize.

But if he were being honest and more at ease with the situation at hand, Kurama probably would have been complaining as well, considering he was the one who currently couldn't feel his feet. As it was he was too worried about earlier, though he couldn't resist picking on the silver a little bit. Poor Yoko. Oh, to be a lowly one-tail again, the red-head mocked, holding back the snicker when his inner kitsune growled.

Oi, Yoko barked. I'll have you know that even if I somehow lost all my tails and my strength, it would still be enough to whip you, you baka human!

Kurama smirked to himself when Yoko shut off the link between them. He shook his head and began the long, cold trek inside. I swear. Sometimes Yoko acts just as young as Shippo, sometimes even younger.

I heard that, Yoko muttered before closing the link once more.

Speaking of Shippo...did I just feel his energy spike? Kurama though worriedly. I better check on him, make sure he's not having another nightmare.

Concerned when Shippo's energy kept increasing in intensity, the red headed pretty boy completely missed the rising energy that came out of nowhere, blind siding him and forcing his head to spin wildly out of control. And yet, the attack was not one he could see. In fact...was that...a chant he heard? It almost sounded as if someone was...singing (6). Either way, he didn't have much time to think about it. Because one minute he was inside the house and making his ways back towards Shippo's room and the next he was lying flat on his back, rubbing his head and having no memory of either falling down or having tripped. What the-? Kurama glanced up unexpectedly, feeling a bit of warmth upon his shoulder. To his amazement the sky was slowly expanding its color. The sun; it was already rising! Just how long had he been out? It had felt like only five minutes had passed from the time of the attack until his coming-to, but from the position of the night sky, it appeared to be a much longer time frame. The thought renewed all his worst fears.

There really had been someone watching; but watching what and who and why? And how had such a devastating attack been possible? Where had the energy come from and where had it been hiding? And why hadn't even Yoko, with his claimed 'superior' senses, been able to discover the stalker's hiding place. There were just too many questions needing to be answered and right now Kurama just wanted to lie back down and sleep. He was so tired. That was until he heard a loud feminine cry from down the hall. It was coming from their bedroom!

"Shippo!" Kurama sat up, alarmed when he heard his mate's voice raised in a combination of fear and anger. Swallowing the lump of despair and forcing back the migraine and the sickening feeling that he'd been outrageously wrong with his previous assumption, his head shot up just as Kagome tore out of their room, blue eyes blazing with alarm as she threw open the door to Shippo's room. Kurama could only watch in stunned horror as his mate's eyes flashed and then filled with tears of agony. She let out a soft keening, slightly wounded sound before she collapsed to her knees. "Oh Kami!" she cried, lifting her head, eyes staring blankly at him. "My baby! My baby Shippo's gone!"

...Meanwhile...

At that exact point in time, a small kitsune who had previously been awakened by some stupid cloaked thing, was carelessly tossed into a small room which oddly smelt of chemicals, humans, blood, and salt. The strange smell was overpowering to his senses and Shippo's anger could not be contained. He was ever so grateful his tail was hidden in his human concealment spell or it would have been lashing out in anger.

"OI! Just who the hell do you think you are coming into my home and stealing me away from my Kaa-san?!" He yelled at his kidnapper, who now appeared to be one of his jailors as well. "Do you even know what will happen to you once she finds out I'm gone? She's going to kill you, you stupid troll! So you should just let me out of here before I use my own Foxfire on you and roast your ass!" Okay...so if his mother were here she would definitely scold him for using such language. But little Shippo was mad, no, he was furious! Not only had he been awakened in the early hours of the morning, in the midst of a pleasant dream filled with candy and ice cream and chocolate no less, but he was then told by that same thing that he was "going to go on a trip". Of course Shippo is no baka. He may be naive when it comes to a lot of things, but he could never claim to be a total fool. After all, look who his parents were. And for that matter, look who their counterparts were. And so of course the first thing he did when said person had told him that, was to laugh and say, "that was a good one, now try again." The person then had the nerve to let out some kind of strange energy, the same kind his mother made when she was singing, which had temporarily caused his body to go into paralysis-mode. And so then he'd had no choice but to be carried off into the night, carried none too gently by his captor until they'd reached some strange, hollowed out building some few miles down the road where he was now sitting inside a small room with barely any light and containing odd smells that made his tummy hurt (7).

"Shut up, kid! Quit 'yer whinin'. What's your mummy going to do to us? Ooh, I'm so scared," a second guard mocked, laughing callously at the shivering kitsune. If only they knew Shippo was shivering from anger, not fear...well maybe just a little fear. But he'd been damned if he admitted it to these creeps.

Determined to be strong and unknowing that he wasn't alone in the small room and that all three previously sleeping tenants were now awake and even more confused than ever, Shippo stood on steady legs, making his way over to the door. "Hey you!" Shippo called to Guard #2, which Shippo cheerfully renamed Scarface because of all the ugly markings on the guy's stupid face, stopped laughing, though he still looked amused.

"Yeah, what kid? Come to tell us more about your mother? Well I have news for you, runt. She'll never find you here. And even if she did, no woman would ever be smart enough to get past us. Besides, why would she come after you anyway? You're nothing but a worthless child."

"Shut up," Shippo whispered, looking down.

"You know it's true. She doesn't want you."

"Shut...up," Shippo growled, eyes filling with unshed tears.

"After all, how is it that she allowed you to be taken anyway? Wouldn't she have tried to save you if she'd known? Perhaps she knew and just wanted you gone so she could finally be rid of you."

"Shut up!" Shippo finally screamed, a few tears managing to escape and burn a blazing path down the slope of his cheeks. Apparently he startled the guard for their eyes met and clashed and Scarface probably would have shivered if the glare on the little tykes face had come from an adult (oh if only he knew).

"My mother will come for me, I know it." Shippo finally spoke, raising his head even more. "And when she does...she will make you pay. She and Kurama both!"

"Hmph, we'll see," the guard muttered before moving off a bit in annoyance and totally annoying the small boy.

Now that his anger was partly subsided, Shippo realized he had no idea what to do or how to get himself out of this hopeless situation. Growling and rubbing his temples in a thinking motion, one he had adopted from his mother whenever she was annoyed at something, Shippo sat down and rested his head in his hands.

However...one thing caught his attention. Or should he say one smell, or perhaps three smells if his nose was any good; smells that probably should have registered on his senses way earlier than this.

"Ano, who are you?"

Shippo let out a tiny shriek of fright and nearly flipped head over heels in his haste to turn his body. Somehow managing not to land on his head, the small lad unfortunately landed rather hard on his back, directly underneath the gazes of three male adults.

Yeah, I had to end it there. The next chapter will definitely be Shippo's rescue and I'm going to try to keep the rescue relatively short. And wait till you see who does the rescuing. As I've done in the previous chapter, I posted a few numbers throughout the story, though there should be a few less than the last chapter.

1.) This is directly after the events in Sukisho, like the day after. So I'm sorry if there are any spoilers for you all, it's just the way my story has to be written. Sora and Sunao are not fully in a relationship yet, mostly because they haven't discussed their feelings with each other but hopefully they'll at least start talking soon.

2.) Most everything in Sora and Sunao's memories were mentioned or seen in the anime. I simply took each defining moment and broke them down so you get the basic facts straight and more from Sora's point of view than Noa's. I didn't make their back story up so all of those things occurred in the real anime.

3.) As I'm sure you've seen, both Sora and Sunao call each other by different names sometimes. Fujimori is Sunao's last name and Hashiba is Sora's. But a long time ago, when they were still kids, Sora was called Kuu-chan and Sunao was called Nao-kun. Occasionally I'll switch things around. For the moment, they will probably be calling each other by their last names, but as their relationship grows, I'll eventually add in their pet names.

4.) I know Matsuri was never involved in the original kidnaping, I simply wanted to throw him into the danger of it all. He's usually so bright and cheerful and I wanted to write him in this kind of situation. Oh, he'll still be a pretty happy guy, don't worry about that. As for the pairing with him, I still haven't decided if I'm going to throw him into the mix. Maybe, maybe not, I guess we'll see. Oh, and keep in mind that things aren't always what they appear. You don't know who took them so who's to say it's Aizawa? Just be aware of that little tidbit.

5.) Because Yoko is a kitsune and their powers have a lot to do with energy and auras and stuff, I had a feeling Yoko is like an empath in a way...a person who can feel and identify another's feelings just being peering into their aura. Think about it, he has to be adept at studying auras and things, otherwise how did he get so good at breaking into places and uncovering secrets that were covered up by magic? Someone like Yoko has to be able to study energy, plus there's the fact that avatars commonly steal energy from their lovers during mating. So when Kurama and Yoko used their senses, they were sort of doing a mental sweep, checking for any unknown auras or energies. Of course they have their normal Rose Whip and things too, so those attacks are the same.

6.) I'm not going to give you any hints about enemies at the moment, but keep in mind that the person who knocked out Kurama used a pretty unique form of attack. And that's all I'll say about that.

7.) Okay, I know Shippo is slightly out of character with all the yelling and slight cursing, but he does do some name calling now and again in the anime. And keep in mind who his parents are now. They've probably taught him to be strong, so the only thing he's allowing himself to feel right now is anger, not fear.

Okay, these are some other words I found myself using.

Kami-God

Baka-Idiot, stupid

Oi-Hey!

Ano-Um

Koibito-Lover

Koi-Love

Okay, I think that's it. I hope that clears some things up. In the mean time, I have finally figured out Kaname's back ground though you probably won't get any answers for a few chapters. All in all, I think it's one of the best backgrounds I've come up with. I've even figured out her demon form. She will also have really strong mental powers so she'll be a pretty cool person when she finally comes out. And yes, Kagome and Kaname can talk just like Kurama and Yoko. In fact, you'll be meeting Kaname in the next chapter she takes control of Kagome to go rescue Shippo. Can't tell you anymore, that would totally blow it and I haven't written the chapter yet. Oh, and one more thing. Kagome is a miko, I just haven't written anything about that yet.

Well thanks for the reviews. I got some really good ones and more support than I thought I'd get, thogh not as much as I'd hoped for. Hopefully people get more interested in this chapter, especially since I started the Sukisho part in it. Although it's probably because I warned you all to at least have some reconnaissance of Sukisho so you'd be able to understand the plot. Anyway, please continue to read and review.

Ja.

Kura