Ohmigawd, I haven't updated in forever. I'm really sorry, everyone. I had this awesome idea for a Mir/Kag fic that I just had to work on right away.
I've decided not to introduce my OC. That is another fic for another time. Rest assured, I will type it… eventually.
Disclaimer: I'm running out of clever ideas for this. Let's see here…
I've got nothing. Seriously, you should know this by now, anyway.
"Wake up, Kagome."
The miko settled deeper into her pillow. "Shut up 'n let me sleep, Inu…yasha."
She heard a half excited, half scandalized squeal that hurt her ears. "You've slept with someone before?"
"On'y… Shippo," Kagome mumbled, remembering how the little boy had usually shared her sleeping bag during her adventures in the feudal era.
"Kyaaa~! Really?"
She frowned into her pillow, her eyes still squeezed firmly shut. "Why would I lie?"
"Oh, Kami! Does your mother know?"
Kagome yawned. "I dunno… don't think so. Why does it matter?"
The person who had so rudely woken her up hastily retreated, giving delighted little shrieks all the way to the door. "Ayumi and Yuka have to know about this!"
The miko felt vaguely grateful when the door closed, leaving her to instantly fall asleep once more.
As you can guess, mornings weren't her strong suit.
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An hour later, Kagome reluctantly left the warm embrace of her lover (bed, actually, but there was no discernible difference) in favor of scrounging for some breakfast with Eri, Yuka, and Ayumi. She had won this trip at her high school graduation at a lottery her mother had forced her to participate in and, damn it, she couldn't waste it. Her mother had told her to move on, and a trip to one of America's most culturally rich cities would take her mind off of Inuyasha and his undead wife.
Yes, wife.
She came into the hotel's dining room with a too-cheerful face. She didn't want to trouble her friends!
Turns out she needn't have bothered.
Yuka started to squeal the moment Kagome sat down.
Eri regarded her with an excited grin.
Ayumi looked murderous. "How does she do it?"
"How do I do what?" Kagome asked, absently mutilating her scrambled with a fork.
"You know what," Ayumi said sourly.
"No, I don't," responded Kagome.
"Oh, please, Kagome," Yuka sniffed. "We know about your escapades with this Shippo guy."
"Shippo? How do you know about Shippo?" Kagome asked in a startled tone.
"Don't pretend, Kagome," Eri purred. "You already told me everything."
The miko stared blankly at her friend. "Told you what?"
"That you slept with Shippo!"
Kagome turned a mortified shade of red when every other person from their tour turned to gape. "I did not, you pervert!"
"Then how come you told me so this morning?" Eri shot back.
"He was a little boy I used to share my sleeping bag with!" Kagome shrieked.
Yuka's eyes went wide. "Ne, Kagome, don't tell me that you're a shotacon?"
Kagome screamed with frustration and ran out of the room, trying to ignore the stares that she was the recipient of. Her three friends exchanged guilty looks; perhaps they had gone too far.
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After much coaxing, screaming, and bribery, Kagome was finally extricated from her room. She burned a deep shade of red and stayed that way on the tour bus, where she could practically feel the eyes of scandalized mothers burning into her back. She could also hear entirely too many lewd whispers from all of the men, and refused to raise her eyes from her feet the entire way to the Statue of Liberty.
Yuka, Eri, and Ayumi were all very apologetic and eager to please, and each promised to buy her something from the gift shop. Kagome found herself unable to stay furious - a shortcoming of hers that she found unable to change - and forgave them the moment that Ayumi jokingly suggested that they find a man for her to sleep with for real.
Kindness could only go so far, after all.
They had disembarked from the bus and were being chivvied to the base of the statue when the miko heard a cry of "Kagome!" and found herself being crushed in an unforgivingly enthusiastic hug.
Blue eyes drank in an extremely handsome man with green eyes and red hair pulled into a loose ponytail reminiscent of Miroku's. "Sh- Shippo-chan?"
His smile was contagious. "In the flesh."
Kagome gulped when she saw the expressions on her friends' faces.
Fuck.
Okay, no countries in this chapter. Le gasp! This story is coming perilously close to having a plot! (Don't worry, it won't.)
Sorry, everyone. I'll be sure to include China as soon as possible for the person who requested him! And Iceland, if I can. XD