Chapter 2 is up, whoop whoop! Kagome gets just a little freaked out. You'll see why.

Disclaimer: Don't own. Never have, never will. But if I did, Sesshomaru would be all mine!

This is Getting Weird

I entered the building and headed over to the elevator. My class was on the third floor and no matter how early I was, I refused to take the stairs. That's what I get for living on a shrine for most of my life, a severe hatred of stairs. The elevator arrived with a ding and I stepped inside, pushing the button for my floor.

I stepped into the hallway and began looking for room 345. I walked for a few minutes before I found it. I opened the door and entered the room. There were a few other students there but not many; after all it was 8:45, class didn't start for another fifteen minutes. I looked around before finding a seat that I liked on the second row. That was something most people didn't get about me. I was a model student but I never liked sitting on the front row or being known as the teacher's pet. It just wasn't me.

Slowly, more and more people came into the room. I didn't really pay that much attention to them; I just sat there flipping through the text book. It made me laugh a little at how off some of the things were. I mean, honestly, a monk having more spiritual power than a miko? Please, monks can't shoot sacred arrows. And besides, mikos were more respected than monks because of their rarity and abilities.

Suddenly I sensed a presence next to me. Since the well had closed, I had trained my abilities and I could sense not only youkai, but a reiki as well. And a reiki was what I was sensing, which was surprising. Monks and mikos, or anybody with a spiritual power actually, were even rarer in modern times than they had been during the Feudal Era. Youkai were more common; they had learned to mask their appearance and auras and were able to blend in with humans, basically unnoticed. Instinctively, I ignored the reiki. Most people with spiritual powers were untrained and I didn't feel like explaining everything about spiritual powers; this class should explain all of that.

"Is this seat taken?" a male voice, the owner of the reiki, asked. I glance up and was shocked to see the guy from earlier standing next to me, his face no longer red.

"No, you can sit here," I told him, shaking off the shock; not only did he act like Miroku, he looked like him too.

"Thanks," he said as he sat. He stuck his hand out to me. "My name's Houshi Mizuno."

I grabbed his hand and shook it. "Kagome Higurashi. You're not gonna try to grope me are you?" I asked with a laugh.

Houshi grinned meekly and his cheeks flushed. "You saw that, huh?"

I nodded. "It was kinda hard not to miss seeing as she slapped you pretty hard."

"I'm used to it," he said shrugging. "I think it happens on a daily basis." He laughed after he said that and I laughed along with him, noticing how alike Miroku he was. "You're a miko, aren't you?" he asked suddenly.

I was taken aback. "Yeah, I am. You're trained?"

He nodded. "Yes. I come from a long line of monks, so I was trained when I was very young. I'm shocked to see a miko, especially as well trained as you are. They're so much rarer than monks."

"I know. I haven't met another miko in years." I hope he doesn't press the subject; I don't really want to come up with some excuse for knowing another miko when said mikos lived 500 years ago. Plus, I'm still reeling from his "long line of monks" comment. He is so much like Miroku that I don't know whether to be disturbed or in pain from the reminder.

It's probably just a strange coincidence, I thought. Perverts aren't uncommon and spiritual powers tend to run in families. Pure coincidence.

Houshi started to say something else, but then the professor walked in and class started. The class was simple to start with, standard first day of classes type of stuff. Then he continued into the basics of Feudal religions. Unfortunately, the time flew by and we had barely set our feet into the material when class ended.

"Well, it was nice meeting you, Kagome," Houshi said as we gathered our things.

"Likewise," I replied. "I'll see you around." He nodded in reply as we walked out the door. Houshi headed over to the stairs and I went over to the elevator. I didn't know what he had next, if anything, but I needed to get across campus for my next class.

I exited the building and headed over to the gym. I had to take a physical class, and since I was becoming a historian, I choose Weapons and Techniques of the Past. Not only would it be informative, but it would give me a chance to improve on my archery skills. I hadn't let it fall after the well closed, and I certainly wasn't going to let them do so now that I wasn't living at the shrine.

I entered the gym and walked into the locker room. From my yellow bag (yes, I do still carry it) I removed my shorts, t-shirt, and tennis shoes. I changed out of my jeans, shirt, and high heeled boots and stuffed everything into my locker. I grabbed my bow and quiver of arrows from their place on the wall and walked out to meet the rest of the class.

The class was actually smaller than most and had a surprising amount of girls. Everyone was standing around stretching, so I walked over to them and joined in. I went and stood next to a girl who had her hair pulled up into a high ponytail.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked her.

The girl straightened up and turned to face me; I had to try not to gasp at her appearance. Not only was she the girl that had been with Houshi earlier, but she looked like an exact replica of Sango. "Sure thing. My name's Akira Tajiya, by the way."

"Nice to meet you. My name's Kagome Higurashi," I said, trying to hold onto my composure. This is really weird, I thought.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Kagome," she said, her face and eyes full of happiness.

"I don't mean to pry, but do you know Houshi Mizuno?" I asked, too curious for my own good.

Akira rolled her eyes. "Don't worry about prying, I don't mind. And yes, the hentai is my boyfriend."

"I wondered," I remarked, thinking that this day couldn't get any stranger.

"That's ok," Akira laughed. "So, why are you taking this class?"

"I'm studying to be a historian and I needed a physical course, so I figured that this was a good choice for me," I explained. "Plus, I do some archery and I thought that this class would be good for improving and keeping up my skills since archery was used often before modern times."

"Wow, that's neat, and it makes sense," she said. "I also want to perfect my skills. Look at this thing." She bent over and came up with a chain that had a very sharp, machete like blade attached to it. The weapon was all too familiar to me. "This chain-blade belonged to one of my ancestors. Apparently, our family is descended from demon slayers and this weapon has been passed down in my family for centuries. I'm also curious about other weapons that could have been used in battles, or slaying demons. Not that I would do so now, it's barbaric."

"Wow, that's really interesting!" I said, feigning interest. In reality, I was spiraling away in a sea of memories and coincidences that were starting to look like they weren't coincidences at all.

Somehow, I managed to make it through class without collapsing or hyperventilating from the shocks I had gotten today. I don't know how I did, but I did. Once class was over, I left and headed home so that I could get ready for work. My two classes were the only ones I had that day and it was a relief to escape from my memory related stress. And the restaurant that I worked at didn't serve a whole lot of college students during the week. I just hoped that I could get a welcome break from all of the strangeness from today.

Told you she'd get freaked out. Can you guess who Akira is descendent from? Free cookies for a correct answer! If you want to see where Kagome works, review please!