Dedicated to Whispering Kagome.

Please read AN at the end.

With a quiet groan Kagome rolled over and checked her alarm clock. 5 am. Ever since the Feudal Era, she had been rising up with the sun, making sleeping in hard. Especially when she mentally needed it. After a hard day at work, any stressful day in general. Or when her friends deemed it their responsibility to take her out for a night she would never forget.

Furrowing her brows, she tried to recall said unforgettable night.

All that returned to mind was that there had been drinking. A lot of drinking.

When her alarm went off, it startled her out of her thoughts. So with a displeased groan, she slapped her hand against the contraption and laid there for a few more minutes. Feeling more awake now, and knowing that she wouldn't be returning to sleep, she threw off the covers and sat up.

One thing she was thankful for, was during her time traveling stint, her body had grown a tolerance for alcohol. Miroku had them drink much sake whenever they spent the night at some village head's house. And to be honest, once one had demonic sake, nothing after would ever really be considered strong to Kagome.

Running a hand through her hair, Kagome stood up and decided on a quick morning shower, grabbing one of the shirts she had somehow managed to snag from Sesshoumaru's closet and some fresh panties.

On the way to the bathroom, she spotted that her guest room was currently occupied. Blinking, she back peddled and leaned in slightly trying to see who it was.

The room was dark with the heavy curtains tightly closed making it hard for her to identify who she was housing. Her brows shot up when a male grunt and snore sounded in the room, though they furrowed when snippets of last night returned to her.

It had started to rain, causing her snicker under her breath as she stumbled to her apartment building.

It's not like she really had to worry about getting sick. She was swaddled up in enough fabrics that she was more than likely to be crushed by her wet outfit than catch a cold.

Tripping slightly, she turned around to scold whatever it was and could only blink at the body it landed on. Most people would scream out in panic at such a sight, but not her. She had seen far too much while in the past.

Leaning down, she checked first to see if they were alive or not. If not, she'd call the police and report it. It they were, she'd call an ambulance and report it.

She fumbled about trying to find a pulse, not an easy feat to do in her current state and it was not pouring.

Blinking wide dazed eyes at finding a pulse, though pathetically weak, she mumbled to herself that it was time to call an ambulance. She was halted when the person spoke up saying something about no hospitals.

They then sat there for five minutes arguing, she saying he needed one and he saying something along the lines of 'over his dead body'. Either way, it got to a point where she hefted him up onto his feet and dragged him to her apartment.

That was as far as she could remember and was mentally slapping herself for doing such a thing. But, pushing her senses out, she couldn't feel anything evil, dark or twisted about this male's aura. And if he tried anything, she did know how to defend herself. Sesshoumaru and Sango had made sure of that.

Making her way towards the bathroom once again, she made a mental note to grab some shorts or pants before she headed to the kitchen.

One glorious shower later, a pair of shorts on, she wrote a quick note for her guest to grab whatever would fit him in the closet and quickly and silently placed it on the nightstand next to the bed.

It was when she was in the middle of making breakfast that she learned who exactly said guest was. Sadly, she was singing and dancing to what was currently on the radio and far too involved with hefting the scrambled eggs onto the separate plates.

When her guest cleared their throat, she smiled but didn't turn away from her job. "I hope I didn't wake you up with my singing and dancing. Oh! And I made breakfast, you like pancakes, eggs and bacon?"

Once finished with the eggs, she turned around and froze. Her very blood turned to ice in her veins and her heart halted in beating at the sight of her guest.

There standing in the doorway to her kitchen was the menace from her holidays in New York, in his red and black glory. With a disturbing addition.

"You said to grab whatever fit. I have to admit, I never thought of a schoolgirl outfit would be very flattering on me. What do you think?"

Her hands tightened on what they held, if the frying pan and spatula were alive, she was sure they would be dead with how tightly her fingers squeezed the plastic.

The scene before her was like a trainwreck. You wanted to rip your eyes away from it, but it was too horrifying to do so. The damn bastard was wearing her school outfit. Not high school, no. Her one. And was striking a pose.

Something reminiscent to Marilyn Monroe. Only highly more disturbing and one that she was sure would require her to bleach her eyes and memory.

"I meant something from the closest in the guest room." she barely squeaked out, her eyes still unable to tear themselves away from him.

She was going to need therapy, she was sure of it.

"I know." then out of nowhere, he pulled a pair of panties she was sure had been in the back of her panty drawer and stretched them in front of his face, giggling like a schoolgirl and wriggling about on the spot. "I never knew you had such provocative panties! And in my favorite colors too!"

He lowered his hands, one still holding the panties, another placed to his cheek in a bashful manner. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

Letting out a strangling sound, she threw her arm out and let go of whatever was in her hand. Thankfully, it was the one holding the frying pan, and it hit him dead on in his face.

Storming towards his fallen form, she waved the spatula at his fallen form threateningly, ignoring his pained groans.

"Listen here you pervert! I want you to take my old school outfit off and get the hell out!"

He rolled around a bit, clutching his face as he let out pained groans before finally laying still and looking up at her. He cocked his head to the side. "You know, from this angle and with your temper, you look really hot."

"Oh my god!" standing up straight and throwing her hands up in the air, she spun about. Facing a wall, she let herself slump against it. "I thought I was rid of you back in New York."

"Honey, I was called away on a job. But now I'm all yours!"

She let out a whimper at his declaration.

"Did I hear something about pancakes?"

"Kami kill me now." turning around, she let out a startled scream when the psycho pulled a gun from... she didn't want to know where actually... and pulled the trigger.

Instincts kicked in. She flinched back and eyes screwed shut while a barrier was instantly up between her and her 'guest' and the oncoming bullet.

She flinched even more when the bullet actually hit her barrier and richashayed upwards into her ceiling. Her ears were ringing from the shoot as well as being able to hear the blood rushing through her ears. Blinking rapidly, she glanced down and took stalk of her self, checking for any injuries.

At seeing none, a delirious smile bloomed on her face. She was alive!

Her happy moment was squashed when the threat to her life reminded her that he was still there.

"Huh. That's a first." he tapped the barrier with his gun.

Storming up to him, she poked him in the chest with her spatula. "What the hell is your problem?!"

"You said to kill-"

"I was being sarcastic!" huffing, she turned around and went to retrieve her frying pan. It exposed her back, which was most likely not the smartest move with the now inquisitive male behind her.

She stood up in time to see him coming at her with a knife at an alarming rate. Fortunately, she had dealt with quicker beings while she was in the past. Ducking out of his reach, brought her knee up where it count, and remember that her abilities did hurt him, she pushed just the amount needed into the attack. Seeing him double over with a pained groan, she was about to bring the pan down on him, but a quick glance up, she turned it so it would do the most damage and then brought it down fiercely.

Seeing him drop, she panted heavily, keeping an eye on him to make sure he wasn't going to get up any time soon. After a few minutes, she decided it was time to make a call. The police, she was sure would end up in more danger, so she called a very specific person.

"Sesshoumaru... I need your help. Please." she whimpered out the last part when Mr. Crazy twitched but didn't move any more than that. "Hurry up!"

AN: Another continuation! Speaking of which, the chapter with the Young Justice League, is a continuation of the Justice League chapter. So the Justice League chapter is the prequel, not the one with the Young Justice League. Sorry for the confusion on my part. I also apologize for any mistakes in this chapter. I'm post at 3 am and falling asleep as I type this.

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