Simply Business Chapter 18, an inuyasha fanfic

Amazingly it was quite simple to keep her sudden loss of a job from Kagome

A.N. Um okay for all those who were there when that awkward thirteen year old author of Delightfully Disastrous turned fourteen and dished out a second story which coincidentally was entitled Simply Business (actually it started out under the name of Puppy Love) well, before I continue to ramble any further… that fourteen year old turned seventeen today. Yikes. I feel old.

But in honor of my bday (yeah…if you couldn't tell I wastalking about me…) I'm dishing out a lotta lot of chapters this weekend! So enjoy!

Dedication:

To all the May babies out there!

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

Simply Business

(Tsuki)

Chapter Eighteen

Amazingly it was quite simple to keep her sudden loss of a job from Kagome. It had been three days since that incident and her friend still was in the dark about it. Though she felt guilty about it, she would feel even more troubled if Kagome spent all her time worrying about this.

The raven haired professor pointed to a jumble mass of script on the board. Whatever he said went in through one ear and came out the other.

"You two should continue this conversation without me."

Sango stood and glared at him, "Don't you dare exit this room! Why would you keep that from me? What difference would it have made to mention this!?"

Mirouku sighed, "I don't know."

Sango laughed, "'I don't know?' Is that all you can really say to me?"

Ryuu looked up at Kagome, "Please calm done, Sango. I regret not telling you and I'm sure Mirouku does as well."

Mirouku made eye contact for the first time since Sango entered the room, "Actually I don't regret it at all."

Sango sighed. She was currently in the last class of the day. Thankfully it was one of her easier classes so she did not need to pay complete attention to the lecture.

And so, she wasn't.

Rather, she was playing Monday's incident over in her mind.

The student propped her head on her elbow. Admittedly though, she needed to talk to somebody. Plus, Kagome was probably going to find out anyway since both Kouga and Jakotsu knew and Sango rather would have Kagome hear it from her.

But besides that, she was basically taking all her frustration out through volleyball and if she called another practice match she was almost completely certain a lot of people would end up quitting the team.

She had bruised quite a few people with her fierce serves and merciless spikes…

Sango let out another sigh.

Her spare time had definitely been spent turning any unfortunate volley ball that she could get her hands on into a weapon fuelled by her vicious rage.

But it was better this way. Well not her violent solution to her anger, rather the fact that the incident with Mirouku had happened. She would have found out eventually and besides… it's not like she had gotten too attached.

The brunette gave a resolute nod.

She was not going to let this bother her. She'd meet other men and life would go on. Sango suddenly rubbed her temples, "But why does this feel so wrong…?"

(Tsuki)

Ring…

"What?"

"Um hi…it's Kagome…"

"I'm not surprised…"

"Really!? How come? Are you like an ESPer or something?" Sesshoumaru's impeccable brow twitched. "You're calling from my house phone… I have caller ID. Try and make the connection."

"Well hey I could have been Ri—"

"She knows better than to interrupt me at work…Now get to the point of this call. I am one more inane sentence away from hanging up."

"Mr. Taisho… I really, really don't think I can keep this up." He could just see her pouting, "I mean, I love Shippou and everything, but that child is relentless! Every single night and always at such ungodly hours—Not only am I running out of lullabies, but I might just go insane."

Indeed it had become a nightly ritual for Kagome to show up at heinous hours of the morning because that redheaded hellion turned into a banshee at night. And that unpleasant child had the audacity to not even recollect his nightly panicking.

But Kagome's presence would almost instantly calm him.

However, that did not alleviate his annoyance at the dilemma. It probably enhanced it.

He could not continue to have her drive out in the middle of the night, half asleep at the wheel. He cringed, "I am quite aware of the situation. Clearly it does not affect just you."

Sesshoumaru was about to hang up, but before he did felt it necessary to add, "And I will only say this once. Do not call me at work."

"Well then why have your personal office number sticky-noted to the wall next to your phone if you don't want calls?!"

"That note clearly states, 'Emergency Only'."

There was a pause.

"So it does…"

Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes and hung up.

She did have a point though. Shippou was still unable to deal with the separation from his mother. And it was showing…

But he truly did not know what solutions existed.

Shippou had spoken to Sara once or twice since she had left, however that had done nothing to alleviate the situation.

Sesshoumaru rubbed his temples and began scanning a letter on his desk. 'Now is not the time for this…' He had work to do. A business clearly did not run itself.

He had just read the last sentence when his phone rang again. The shrill demonic sound that permeated the office air, he knew was undoubtedly caused by a certain caretaker he had hired. He frowned abruptly for he knew he would not be able to get to work now.

He scowled in thought of the raven haired distraction that was Kagome Higurashi and he calmly picked up the phone.

Before he could utter a mere syllable, there came, "Mr. Taisho! I can't believe you hung up on me! I was talking to myself for a good five minutes before I realized—"

Sesshoumaru held the phone from his ear and stared at it as if it were the female tormentor herself.

With a lengthy outtake of breath, Sesshoumaru returned the phone to its cradle….and with a sudden smirk he removed it and placed it down on his desk.

Sesshoumaru turned his attention then to a stack of papers on the rich mahogany desktop that needed his signature.

His lithe fingers grabbed a golden fountain pen that had been lying on his desk and his eyes quickly skimmed the letters on the seal stamped paper.

Really… Had these forms always had such small font?

And had it always looked so cramped?

And had the wording always sounded so utterly, utterly insipid?

He rubbed his temples.

Yes. It would seem his working streak was ended. Nothing was going to get done right now…

Not as long as he was thinking of her.

'How is she fairing now?' He propped an elbow onto his desk and leaned his head into it. He probably should call her.

He sighed.

How are you fairing now…

Sara…?

(Tsuki)

Kagome stuck her tongue out at the phone, "Rude! Now who am I supposed to talk to?" The dial tone was her only answer.

As Kagome placed dirty dishes in the dishwasher and brought out the ingredients for dinner, she muttered, "Rin and Shippou are napping so it's like being home alone. And I'm in a home that is run by an uptight capitalist who probably never watched a Disney movie in his life, no less. I mean what sane adult doesn't at least own one of those!?"

She groaned.

And suddenly the doorbell rang.

Kagome quickly exited the kitchen and made her way to the front door. She called out, "One moment!" Kagome peeked into the peephole and her brows furrowed together in surprise. Behind the door was Sango.

She quickly unlocked the door and opened it.

Sango stood there in a black jean skirt and an oversized red hooded sweat shirt. She looked a little sheepish and was carrying two plastic bags which were filled completely with pint sized cartons of ice cream.

"Can we talk?"

Kagome cocked her head to the side and let her in, "Yeah sure… Shippou and Rin are taking a nap right now, but we can talk in the kitchen." As Sango stepped into the living room with her, Kagome turned to her to ask, "Did work get out early for you?"

Sango winced a bit, "That's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about."

(Tsuki)

There was something fascinating about seeing Sango cry. It was entrancing in the sense that it floored you to see someone so strong…so affected.

Kagome had seen Sango like this less than a handful of times in the vast years that they had known each other.

Sango was the comforter…never the comforted.

But now, as Kagome gently hugged her as her friend clung to her sweater and cried for a heart wrenching eternity, she felt angered.

She had been listening to Sango talk while she made dinner, however once her friend started tearing up, she had instantly moved to her friend's side.

She felt anger at herself for letting Sango be alone in this for this long…anger at Mirouku….

She clenched her jaw.

Undoubtedly, she was angry at him.

Sango suddenly started laughing as she put a spoonful of Ben and Jerry's Half Baked into her mouth. She stopped laughing after a bit and listened to her friend's heartbeat for a moment before murmuring, "It's been awhile since I've cried this much. And for a guy no less… I feel a bit pathetic, Kago-chan. Thanks for listening to me, though."

Kagome smiled a bit. If anything. This was the thing that really fascinated her. How Sango could just dust herself of and get up again. "Anytime you need to cry or yell or talk or laugh—you know I'm here for you. There's nothing you can't talk to me about."

Sango smiled a bit, "Thanks, Kagome." Suddenly she groaned, "Oh God! Oh no…! I probably shouldn't have dropped this bomb so close to your date!"

Kagome blushed a bit at the reminder of the fact that it was Thursday and her date had been planned for Friday night. However she bit down her embarrassment at the feeling of astonishment.

The raven haired girl rubbed her brows, one handedly. "How can you be thinking about that now when you had your heart broken in two?!"

Her friend removed herself from Kagome's embrace indignantly, "Hey! It was hardly that serious, Kagome! I just feel annoyed that I was lied to, I'm out of a job, and that my good, clean name was slandered!"

Kagome rolled her eyes, "Not to mention the fact that your heart was broken…"

"What did I just say?!"

Kagome and Sango kept up a stream of banter until Sesshoumaru returned. And even then, they continued throwing back and forth playful comments on the way home.

Yes it was truly amazing how tough Sango seemed.

But it made her worry that there would come a day where she would just be too exhausted to stand up after a fall.

(Tsuki)

For the first time in his life, Kouga was clueless on how to go about a date.

Kouga stood in front of his closet clad solely in his black silk boxers. A towel was draped around his neck and his dripping wet hair was up in a ponytail. He rubbed his face with the towel, catching a few stray beads of water.

"Shit, Kouga…get a grip!"

He had an hour before he had to leave to get to the restaurant. However, as things looked now, he was probably going to go out with Kagome dressed like this.

"Which probably would end with her thinking I was some sort of pervert..." He groaned and searched for his cell phone. "I need help."

(Tsuki)

Kagome felt her heart beating fiercely in her chest. Her date with Kouga was making her more than nervous.

Thankfully Sesshoumaru was dining out with the family of a partner company's CEO, so he had taken Rin and (begrudgingly) Shippou as well.

So she had the night off.

But as soon as she had stepped out of the shower, all of the plans she had had for her night's apparel had gone down the drain along with the water.

So as she stood encased loosely in a robe, over her starry patterned blue under garments, she sighed.

Kagome ran a hand through her curling damp raven locks, biting her bottom lip with worry. "I don't even know what to wear. Even though I was the one who asked him out!"

She was home by herself since Sango and her co-captain had called a late practice for volleyball due to a match they had coming up.

Kagome moved to her bed and picked up her cell phone. She moved to sit down as she searched her contact list.

"I definitely need help…"

(Tsuki)

It took ten minutes for Kouga's aid to arrive. Kouga quickly opened the door as soon as his doorbell rang.

"I don't know how to thank you for agreeing to help!"

The brunette rolled her eyes, "If you wanted to thank me, you should have started with putting on pants! Why the hell are you walking around half naked?! How long have you been sitting like that?!"

Kouga pouted, "I don't know what to wear, Sango…"

Sango scoffed, "Clearly!" she let out a small sigh, "I had to end practice early. But I guess it's worth it if you ace this date. I actually approve of you as boyfriend material."

Kouga rubbed the back of his head, "Hey…speaking of boyfriends…I'm sorry about Mirouku, by the way." Sango rolled her eyes, "Kouga! He was not even close to being my boyfriend. And that's not even close to the reason why I'm here! Now… where's your closet…"

Kouga gave her a one armed hug, "I've known you too long to fall for that tough girl crap, Sango. If it makes you feel any better, I gave that idiot a punch for you. I don't see why he—"

"Kouga, you do realize your date starts in like half an hour right?"

"Shit Sango! Are you serious?"

She winked, "Very…Now let's work some magic."

(Tsuki)

Kagome answered the apartment's doorbell on the second ring. She engulfed her savior in a giant hug before he could even take a step inside. "Thanks for coming over so quickly!"

The raven haired man patted her head, "It's no problem. Now let's hurry. We have a lot to do." He frowned abruptly and suddenly lifted up a lock of her damp hair, "My God….it's worse than I imagined. I thought it was just the clothes, but the hair too?"

Kagome looked sheepish, "Sorry Jakotsu, I forgot to mention—"

He grinned, "However, I always come prepared." He reached out into the hall, and grabbed a giant yellow duffel bag.

"You're going to floor him once I'm done with you."

(Tsuki)

Kouga had called Thursday and they had both agreed that they would go out to dinner before seeing a movie. Just seeing a movie would have been too impersonal for two people who barely knew each other and talking over a cup of coffee did not really appeal to either.

As Kouga sat at a white clothed table set for two, he began to feel his confidence reach levels lower than he ever knew it could go.

Something about Kagome just made him feel so clueless.

If it had been anyone else, he knew he would have been exuding confidence. Sango undoubtedly was a magician.

Kouga was dressed in a blue silk button up shirt that not only brought out the intensity of his eyes they also went nicely with his boxers. He was wearing a pair of rich black slacks, that although they were not second-skin tight, they fit in an enthralling fashion. Even his shoes added to the aura he was emitting. They were fashionable black leather sneakers that did not take away from his classy air, hell they added to it. To finish the look, his jacket was draped casually over the back of his chair.

But he did have one problem with the attire.

He rubbed his bare forehead.

'Though Sango did a great job… she did strip me of my lucky headbands….' A pout marred his boyish features. His lengthy hair was simply up in a high ponytail and his bangs now brushed passed his eyelashes.

"Admittedly, I find it just a little creepy that you have a collection of headbands, and bandanas in every color possible…"

"But they're lucky, Sango!"

"I don't care how lucky these are, you're not wearing them!"

"It's my date, you tyrant!"

"Alright…then good luck. I'm leaving…"

"…Fine…!"

He let out another sigh in remembrance. Although he had managed to sneak his ice blue bandana into his pocket, it really wasn't the same.

Kouga looked at his watch (that was also carefully picked out by Sango) and it read six o'clock.

She would be here any minute.

He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes in mental preparation.

When he opened them again there was another person in the room.

A raven haired woman in a magenta, brown, and white patterned halter sundress and pink strap up sandals suddenly walked into the room. The dress ended slightly above her knees, and had been tied in a neat bow around her neck. A dainty brown purse was hanging from her shoulders.

Her hair, which fell in shining waves to mid back, was enviously straight, except for her bangs. But even those had been tamed. A soft pink headband was sitting behind them and they brushed her eyes that had been tastefully accented with a light brush of mascara and glittering and yet tasteful vivid pink eyeliner. Her lips were also a glossy pastel pink.

Kouga stood up slowly and stared.

The woman took note of him of instantly suddenly and smiled. She brought her hand up in a wave.

Kouga grinned a sheepish smile and waved back as he pulled out a chair for her. Her long legs quickly closed the distance between them and he loosely embraced her. "You look amazing…"

Kagome giggled a bit, the sound light and amused, "I had a lot of help….You look pretty decent yourself," she teased, ending the hug to look him over. Her hand still strayed on his for a moment.

She blushed a bit. 'Decent is a bit of an understatement.' To hide her flushed cheeks, she eased into her seat and Kouga did the same.

They made light conversation as they proceeded to order.

Kouga smiled, "So have you ever been here before?"

Kagome shook her head lightly, "Never, actually. I didn't think it would be this …sophisticated. I feel so out of place."

She reached a hand for her glass of water and Kouga grasped her hand and murmured sincerely, "Even if you were in a pair of sweats, you'd still look better than any of the people here."

Kagome blushed as he continued with a chuckle, "I do apologize for choosing something so up-scale though. I just wanted the best for tonight."

He never relinquished his hold on Kagome's hand and she didn't complain. He suddenly brought her hand closer to him and in the back of her mind Kagome was somewhat glad that Jakotsu had insisted on giving her a quick manicure.

Kagome sat mesmerized as Kouga lifted her hand in a motion to kiss the back of her hand. As his lips drew close to touching her soft skin…

"Kagome-nee-chan!!"

Suddenly a puff of red and brown head assaulted her waist.

Kouga sat in still shock as Kagome's hand was pried from his with the motion. He sweat-dropped as the two children kept up a constant stream of high pitched babbling. He shuddered as he caught sight of red hair, "Why am I getting a sense of déjà vu?"

Kagome giggled and turned her head to mouth to Kouga, "I'm sorry!"

She gently detached Rin and Shippou from her waist and smiled at them.

They looked so adorable at the moment she couldn't even think to be mad. Rin was dressed in a delicate white A line dress with inch thick straps that went down to her sparkling yellow trimmed white flats that had a cute buttoned strap across the toes. Her hair was a mass of curls and a pale yellow sweater was around her shoulders.

Shippou was in a small tuxedo with a miniature red tie neatly tied over his white button up shirt. His shoes were polished black and his hair was tied with a red bow. It was still as unruly as ever though.

Kagome turned again to Kouga to introduce them, "I suppose you remember Shippou. But this sweetheart is Rin. Guys, this is Kouga."

Kouga smiled wearily, "Hi…nice to meet you?" His tone barely concealed the fact that he found their timing completely God awful.

Rin gingerly returned his wave. Shippou on the other hand stared at Kouga with careful scrutiny. Kouga shifted uneasily in his seat.

Shippou suddenly tugged on Kagome's dress excitedly. "Hey Kagome, he reminds me of something we saw in the zoo today in school!"

Kouga's jaw dropped and Kagome blushed now for a completely different reason.

Rin nodded vibrantly, "Shippou's right! Our wholeschool went on a field trip today! And Stranger-san looks like the…" she struggled to remember the word. Her eyes suddenly lit up, "Ooo-kahm-eeh! He looks like those scary wolves, right Shippou-chan?"

He nodded and Kagome tried to hide a laugh…but failed miserably.

Kouga rubbed his forehead and stared at the girl, 'A scary…wolf… I look like a scary wolf?' He abruptly asked, "Where are your parents?"

Shippou tapped his chin, "We came here with the old man. He's Rin's jii-chan."

Rin frowned, "Sesshoumaru-papa is Rin's btou-sama!"

Kagome's smile ebbed away. "Mr. Taisho's here too…?!" Kagome mentally rolled her eyes and thought, 'Well duh! Why else would Rin and Shippou be here if not for him? …But this is one small world.'

Suddenly the center of their conversation walked over to the table. Sesshoumaru was dressed in a gray turtleneck and a pair of black pants with a silver stripes. His lengthy locks were tied back in a ponytail. It too would have been hugely understating facts if he said that Sesshoumaru looked only decent.

Her employer was accompanied by an elderly couple and two of what could be assumed to be grandchildren. He spoke to them in Italian and pointed towards a waiter standing at a table a slight distance away. They responded back before smiling and heading towards the table.

Once they were gone Sesshoumaru raised a brow as he looked at Kagome, "Small world…"

The raven haired girl nodded with a weary smile, "My thoughts exactly." Kagome suddenly waited with bated breath wondering if he would say anything about her appearance, but he said nothing.

Kouga gave a tight smile, his natural male instincts causing a slight hint of aggressiveness to enter his tone at the appearance of another man with looks parallel to his own. "Hello again… Mr. Taisho, was it? Where's your wife?"

Sesshoumaru picked up Shippou and grasped Rin by her hand. His eyes flickered to Kouga momentarily, "Sara?" He let out a dismissing scoff, "We are not married."

With a departing nod he left the table and Kouga snorted, "He's quite the conversationalist, eh?"

Kagome scoffed, "Talking to him at times, is like talking to a brick wall… unless of course he has something jerk-y to say. Though to his defense," Kagome paused a bit and a small smile graced her lips. Suddenly her eyes widened minutely as she realized that was talking about another man on her date. She cleared her throat, "To his defense, doctors haven't found the cure to emotional constipation."

Her date chuckled a bit, trying to ease the jealousy he felt. Their food came then and he smiled. He held up his glass, "Shall we dine, then?"

Kagome smiled back softly and touched her glass to his. "We shall."

(Tsuki)

Seeing and talking about Sesshoumaru had completely taken her mind off the date and onto other things. The actually 'to his defense' that she was going to argue. He wasn't completely a terrible person. This she knew. Like at Burger King…or in Kyoto…and way he spoke of Rin or Sara… He was less callous than he made himself out to be.

Kagome forked a small piece of her dinner into her mouth and unexpectedly one of their conversations came to mind. The night before… or rather on Friday morning she had spoken to Sesshoumaru.

He had called her at midnight that day.

And just as Shippou fell into a calmer sleep and Sesshoumaru had turned to leave, she had grabbed his sleeve.

She had half crawled into the covers with Shippou and half of her was leaning off the bed. She furrowed her brows, "When my father di…when he…"

Sesshoumaru nodded, "Left?"

Kagome smile gratefully, "When he left, I couldn't sleep well either…But after a few days, my mother bought me a stuffed animal and used one of my father's old shirts to make it a sweater." She yawned, "Even though it was no replacement and I was still devastated…it helped."

Sesshoumaru detached her hand from his sleeve, "Go to sleep."

Kagome slipped her legs under the cover, "Even if it's just keeping her picture in his room, or using that toy idea, as long as he feels like Sara's still here…"

She let out another yawn and her eyes closed a bit, "I can't sew for crap, but there's a girl on my floor…who…love to…for Shippou…" She turned on her side and snuggled up next to Shippou, "Good night, Sesshoumaru."

Sesshoumaru let out a breath slightly amused at how she could ramble even on the brink of sleep. "Good night, Kagome."

And then she thought of Sango…

Kagome groaned internally. Although Kouga made sure to keep that subject under lock and key for her sake, she still had her friend on her mind.

It was just so hard to stay focus, even amidst such a wonderful guy like Kouga. She barely remembered the movie and the second half of dinner was a distant blur.

And she felt so guilty for doing to that to him. She liked him, she really did…but perhaps now was the wrong time to step into relationship.

After the movie, they had taken a short drive to the beach.

They had spoken until eleven with toes blanketed in sand and Kouga's jacket draped over her shoulders. It was then that he asked her out again.

The date would simple be a Sunday breakfast date before he had to go to work. She had only said she would call him in response. She wanted to fix Sango's love life before really concentrating on hers.

So when Kouga dropped her off at her dormitory, she hesitated briefly before placing her hand on the door.

Should she tell him how she was feeling? Could she?

"Thank you for taking me out tonight, Kouga… I had fun." She smiled, hoping with all her heart that he would believe that slight fib.

Kouga shook his softly and his lengthy bangs swayed over his piercing eyes with the motion. "Somehow I know that's not completely true, but thank you for agreeing to go out with me tonight."

They stayed in silence for a moment before Kagome ran a hand through her hair and murmured, "I'll see you later, Kouga…Good night."

Kouga took her chin in his masculine hands and brought her face close to his. Her breath caught in her throat as he closed the distance between them. She was shocked though when he merely planted a gently kiss on her cheek.

He murmured into her ear, "I'll take this slow as I have to, Kagome, but I refuse to let you go. We'll go at whatever pace you need as long as I can head somewhere with you."

A light blush tinted her cheeks and Kagome brushed his bangs out of his face. She stared into his relentless eyes for a moment before she brought her arms about his shoulder and returned the favor by kissing him in the same place he had kissed her, "… I won't let you go either, Kouga."

He chuckled and pressed his forehead to hers, "That's what I wanted to hear."

Kagome began to slip her arms out of Kouga's jacket, when he stopped her, "Take it with you…Don't forget that it's chilly out. Besides if you have my jacket, that gives me an excuse to see you again."

Kagome giggled, "Then I'll return it. Sunday sounds good…"

Kouga grinned, "Good night, Kagome…"

"Good night."

When Kagome got in, it was past midnight. Sango's door was closed and everything was completely quiet. Kagome crept to her room, mindful of the creaky areas of the floor. She hurriedly undressed and got ready for bed. She slipped on a zip up sweater over her purple tank top and hazel boy shorts.

That night Kagome went to sleep, and for once she slept uninterrupted. Her phone had been fully charged and right by her pillow, just in case, however, there was no phone call.

There was no late night driving…

There was no Sesshoumaru.

(Tsuki)

Strangely, it seemed that the roles were unexpectedly switched. The one up late that night was Sango.

The brunette pressed her hands to her face to stifle the sobbing that escaped her throat. A stream of tears soaked her cheeks as her shoulders racked with silent weeping.

"Sango-chan! Do you have a minute?" It was Yazuri Haritsu, her volleyball team's setter. She was a girl of medium height with curly brown hair that she always kept up in a ponytail.

Sango smiled, "Sure, what's up?"

She rubbed her arm nervously, "I just wondered if something was upsetting you? You've been quite…" Yazuri looked for a polite word to describe her captain but gave up after a long moment, "violent—to be blunt— in practice."

Yazuri gave a sheepish shrug as Sango blushed, and continued, "And I kinda had to assume that your boyfriend might have something to do with."

Sango opened her mouth to set things straight however, Yazuri did not let her get a word in, "If it's because of what I accused of him last practice—Sango-chan I made a huge mistake! That guy we thought was a pervert was here again today. But it wasn't the guy you were with at the game…"

"What do you mean?"

"A group of us planned to confront him about last Friday, but there was no need. Kagome was us and confirmed that he was a friend of yours. Apparently he had to drop her off at some restaurant. It's all been a huge misunderstanding."

Sango dove under the green comforter that was draped over her bed as a sob escaped her lips.

If she had been wrong about that, then what else has she been wrong about?

And more importantly, why had Mirouku simply accepted the accusations if he knew they weren't even true?

(Tsuki)

Enjoy! And enjoy your weekend!

I also wish anyone a safe prom (if you happen to be a junior)!

R&R