1(A/N) Haha. Thanks, Lionsheart13771! I'm trying to get their relationship moving along... I mean, it's supposed to be a romance thing, and Inuyasha and Kagome have only NEARLY kissed once. Besides a few cuddles, there as bad off in my stories right now as they are in the show. -_-`
Disclaimer: All information I put into this I will have gotten from Wikkipidia or some other nonsense website. Thanks yew's, and have a nice day.
As A Priestess
Breaking into Demon Industries was fairly easy that morning. It was disappointing, really, considering the fact that Demon Industries was world renounced for being scary, for being nearly impossible for anyone to hack. Only when one actually tries to break in does one find that it's just as boring and decrypt as a regular industry.
It wasn't as if I expected to find skulls and bones everywhere, but gees, throw a girl a bone (no pun intended) here, and give her a cobweb at least. I was out of luck though, as every corner of the big building seemed to be swept free of cobwebs.
The floors were a rich navy blue, and the gray scaled walls were nearly just as lame. The office desk in the front was a deep mahogany wood, and the lady behind it? Well lets just say she could have blended into the wood work itself with the dress suit she was wearing. Only her bright red lips and red eyes would have stood out.
"Can I help you?" The woman glared at us.
Sango handed her the folded piece of document she had had tucked against the side of her black pant suit and told her, "We have permission from Naraku Daisuke to do research in the records library."
The woman glanced over the document and then looked back up at us. She seemed to be bored as she pressed a button to a little box with a speaker.
"What, Kagura?"
Kagura sighed as she spoke back. "Did you give anyone permission to enter the records library lately?"
"Yes. They should be here within the next couple of hours. Let them in if they are. Their with the police, dropped by with a warrant yesterday."
Kagura let go of the button and turned to Miroku. "You a cop?" She asked, eyeing his purple tucked in shirt and black khakis.
"Yes, ma'am." He told her with a grin as he showed her the id we had had made the other day, for this very occasion.
"What about you?" She turned to me and frowned when she saw the dark blue jeans, white top, and dark blue work shirt combo Sango had laid out for me the day before.
"Yes." I showed her my id. She nodded.
"Fine. Whatever. Go right ahead. Marco! Show them to the records library!"
The man named Marco, a big beefy man in a dark blue shirt and black suit pants came over from where he was standing next to the door. "Hey." He eyed me for a moment in a way that made me feel completely uncomfortable before offering his arm. "Right this way, ladies."
I made a face at him, and, keeping my roll, told him off in a way that best suited my intentions. "There are two ladies here, and a man, all of them with police training with both hand to hand combat and weaponry. So unless you want me to take you down town right now, you'll take your arm back, quit eyeing my friends and I, and show us to the records library, Marco."
Marco growled at me in a way that clearly said, 'If I weren't in a public building right now, I'd kill you for talking to me like that,' but did what I asked nonetheless.