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3. Who and What

"You have been gone from this property for over one hundred and fifty years, my lord." Miroku said as if surprised the daiyoukai came back. It was brought up as a fact and not at all to support her case, but still a hundred and fifty years was a lot. Could she claim squatter's rights? Seeing Sesshomaru's humorless expression she forced back a shiver.

Not likely.

"Nevertheless, the estate is still mine." His reply was smooth, silky, and made her move a bit in her chair uncomfortably. As it should, Kagome assured herself, it would be weird if she wasn't at least be mildly upset by his velvety tone.

"You must have hundreds..." Kagome started his voice making her itch. She had one measly cottage on one of his many estates! She'd be in no one's way.

"And that is no business of yours, Higurashi-san."

"Where is Myoga, my lord?" The lawyer inquired swiftly considering Kagome's hardening expression. He didn't like dealing with angry women, and while the young woman before him seemed calm and in control he knew better.

"Who?" Kagome ignored the daiyoukai's slightly withering expression. As far as she was concerned, she was just too damn tired and irritated to care. Plus, who was this Myoga fellow? Whoever he was Kagome hoped he was a better conversationalist than Sesshomaru.

"The lord's man of business." Miroku replied noncommittally. His tone was factual but tinged sympathy. Kagome liked the dark haired man more and more as the minutes passed, though it might have been due to the fact that he was human and she felt safer with him than the daiyoukai. Still, he worked for the enemy, and she couldn't afford to let down her guard.

"Why, you feel better talking to him?" Kagome asked openly ignoring the only non-human in the room. Miroku seemed torn between laughing and politely coughing. "I don't blame you."

"Not at all, Higurashi-san, Myoga has more access to family and estate documents than myself," Miroku countered smoothly feeling the tension rise. "He is the safe keeper of those documents."

"Must I remind you, monk, that you are being paid by me." The silver haired youkai sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "Myoga, if you need him, is currently in Tokyo, but I may call him over if need be."

"That would be excellent, my lord." Miroku replied happily.

"What!" Kagome exclaimed wanting to scream but refusing to give into her weaker emotions. "That's going to take at least half the night," she paused considering her next words, "and why did you call him monk? I thought he was your lawyer."

Sesshomaru's golden eyes flared slightly before turning warm again. "Rest assured, Higurashi-san, youkai are much faster than humans. He will be here shortly."

And with that said he left her small cottage Miroku soon following him out, an apologetic look on his face. What the hell type of place had she bought? More importantly, this Myoga was a demon too? That jerk Sesshomaru hadn't even answered both of her questions. She was beyond frustrated!

Kagome sank into her couch her energy drained, her face resting in her hands, knowing that the night was far from over, and realizing that buying a house was way more difficult than real estate agents let on.

Why hadn't she taken up her mom's offer? Living in the shrine gate house, abandoned since God knows when, didn't seem half as bad as it did a month ago. She blamed modern ideals of independence forced down her throat by popular culture.