Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi
Katekyō Hitman Reborn © Amano Akira

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Kagome kept checking over her shoulder as she proceeded to get lost in the place that she was brought to – paranoia acting up from the potential danger in the form of a blond prince. She wasn't sure if and when he'd get her back for her little stunt not too long ago; her palm didn't sting anymore, which was good, and she was able to find a belt to hold her pants up after the male left her room.

The miko shivered.

The silence between the two was nearly suffocating to Kagome; she had paled upon just realizing her actions towards Belphegor. The place she had struck reddened in the shape of a handprint, and the female bit her bottom lip – this was one habit she was trying to break since having finished her trips to the Sengoku Jidai. Her slate eyes widened and she hurriedly pulled her pants back up, apologizing profusely, "I'm sorry! Oh, so sorry!"

The tiara-dotting male kept his face turned away from her, making his way out of her room silently – no strange laugh she's starting to associate with him and no large visible grin. The teenager watched him go, still pale, and stood there awkwardly as the door closed with a soft click behind the blond.

Kagome blinked slowly, mind reeling before she gripped her hair in distress, pants once again falling to the floor – face stricken with panic, 'Shit, shit, shit!'

The halls were quiet besides the sound of the fabric of the pants rubbing against itself, 'This is so creepy. Where the hell are the people that live here?'

She hugged herself as the emptiness of the place was starting to creep in on her mind, the female deciding to stop walking and getting lost, resting against the wall to her right – digging her face into her knees as she kept her hands on her upper arms. The right side of her scalp prickled, alerting her to look up in time to see a toddler walk by with a black frog on their hood.

"Matte!" Kagome shifted so that her left thigh was on the ground, her other one on top of it as she leaned towards the infant who turned towards her, a sharp frown on their lips. Her hands fisted in the material of her black pants, "Um… where am I exactly in this place? Where is what in this place?"

"It'll cost you."

The priestess's head snapped up from where she was staring at the floor to stare at the baby, "What?"

"If you want answers, it'll cost you."

The blue-eyed teenager worried her bottom lip, "I don't have money…"

The toddler turned away from her and started to continue on his way. Kagome momentarily panicked, "What if I work for you?" The frowning child paused to look back at her over its shoulder. She continued, "In a form of payment, I'll work for you. To get the answers to my questions." 'And possibly get to a phone to at least tell my family where I am and that I'm physically fine – can't say the same about being mentally okay…'

The silence between her and the hooded baby was tense as she awaited his answer to her, albeit foolish, request. Her teeth took back up their duty of nibbling on her bottom lip, already having a feeling that she was going to be shot down by him – she really wasn't sure the actual gender of the baby, merely assuming that it was male.

"Anything I ask? How is that a form of payment?"

"I'll…um… do what you say without question?"

The black-haired teenager felt her lower eyelid twitch in the silence that was spawned, feeling as though the infant was looking her over, trying to determine if she was even qualified. She tried to steel her nerves, however, she couldn't quell the butterflies in her stomach as Kagome grew more nervous as the minutes ticked by in the back of her mind.

"I'll think about it."

Slate eyes blinked, as the infant turned back around and continued on his way, watching the androgynous toddler leave. When the shadow disappeared around a corner, down a separate hallway, Kagome realized that she never got her answers, and irritation bubbled up in her chest, "Hey!"

"VOI!"

The priestess blanched at the loud voice, whipping her head around to look at the quickly approaching white-haired male – his hair looked like it had something in it, for it appeared wet and slightly amber – eying the sword attached to his left hand; where was his left hand anyway? Her eyes trailed back up to his face, flinching at the annoyed and angry expression.

"What the hell do you think you're going?"

The Japanese priestess forgot her worry and fear in favor of confusion, looking at the tall male with a blank look, not understanding what it was that he said. The light-haired male's scowl deepened at the confusion aimed at him for his question – having forgotten that she was brought back from Japan. He raised his sword to point the tip at her face, "Well?"

Kagome stared at the tip of the weapon cross-eyed before flicking her gaze up to his face, "What?"

Her response was a twitch of his eyebrow.

"Where are things here?"

His scowl coupled with a glare.

"Who are you anyway?"

The silence between the two was almost suffocating.

"Um... I'm Higurashi, Kagome."

The irritated male took his sword from her face, but his scowl didn't leave as he made his way around her form by the wall – the white-haired man almost seemed angrier than before. The priestess followed his form down the hallway, much like she did when she watched the unknown toddler make his way to wherever he was going; her mind wouldn't for a thought until his figure was getting smaller.

"Matte!"

He showed no signs of having heard her, igniting her ire.

"Teme!"

"Shi shi shi, it seems that the prince's servant is lost."

The slate-eyes girl froze at the familiar voice from earlier, turning to look at the blond, cursing her luck at having to deal with him and his insufferably ever present smile.

"It's not good to test Squ-sempai's temper, either."

Kagome's eyebrow twitched, 'I just want to slap him again.'

The sixteen year old Varia member walked over to her, his grin making her think of a cat that got the canary, or cream – her brain having learned fast, and she stood up, clasping her hands behind her back and rocking on her feet, peering up at the taller teenager, "Where are the places in here? And who were those last two people I saw?"

"The servant wants answers, does she? In exchange for what?"

Inwardly, the priestess blanched, giving the male a sour puss look.

"Besides, the servant hasn't apologized for what she did earlier."

She was tempted to roll her eyes at the blond, but was satisfied when she managed to restrain herself from doing so, "And how should this servant apologize to the prince?"

"Tell me about why your flame is so odd."

Kagome blinked at the taller male, "My what?"

"Your flame."

"I have no clue what you're talking about. I'm a Shinto priestess.

If she could see his eyes, the slate-eyed girl would have guessed that the tiara-dotting blond had a bit of a revelation moment, "A Shinto priestess?"

"Yes." Kagome eyed him skeptically, hands unclasping and resting by her sides, "Why?"

"Your country has legitimate miko, yes?"

She gave a light snort, "Yes, but..."

"But?"

Kagome looked away from where she assumed Belphegor's eyes to be, "I'm probably one of the last ones."

Meh. I'm stopping there. Horrible place I know. Luckily, I'm able to access the public wi-fi at my college, so MJSKK and I are able to update any stories that we have while at campus (more often than not, we take over the library with a few instances by the student lounge and bookstore). And to the hypothetical situations (they are short this time, unfortunately).

Hypothetical Situation Three: Lynx and Doll

Hibari silently grunted as his slightly older cousin threw her weight onto his upper back in a form of demented hug, glancing at her over his shoulder into her smiling eyes. The Disciplinary Committee head watched as Kagome was soon distracted by the arrival of the small yellow bird that sang the Namimori anthem. Light slate eyes eyed the Varia box and rings his cousin wore – wondering what it was that she was planning to do.

Getting off of Hibari, Kagome made her way to the front of the desk, activating her Cloud flame on her left hand, holding her box in her right, before putting her ring to her box – opening it. The black-haired male was momentarily blinded by the lavender light, blinking when he could see again to see the top of a feline's head – the ears of which were curved upwards to a point with a spike of hair extending a couple centimeters passed the ear tip.

What really got his attention was the box when it was set down in front of him on the desk; on a spring extending from the actual box was a miniature version of himself in the version of a doll from the waist up. Comically slanted eyes stared back at his own.

Looking over the top of the doll's head, Hibari stared at his cousin's smiling face. Her grin grew larger – vaguely reminding him of a certain knife-wielding blond - "Well, what do you think of them, Kyou-kun?"

"Don't use the doll."

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Hypothetical Situation Four: Lynx and Echidna

Reclining on the couch in the Reception Room, Hibari eyed the lynx that lain its head in his lap, the feline's sharp hazel eyes easily meeting his with a hidden intelligence. The hand on the side that the lynx's body was on moved and stroked the fur in between the pointed ears, trailing one finger up the back of the feline's ear to the hair-tip. Light slate eyes looked up to his cousin across from him, a small towel held up to block whatever it was that was in her lap.

Kagome smiled back at him, "Are you able to bring Roll out, Kyou-kun?"

The male teenager closed his eyes, "No."

The priestess pouted at her cousin, "You're no fun. I wanted to introduce Roll to Karu."

The raven-haired male rose an eyebrow, watching at the slightly older female set the small towel on the coffee table in between them – revealing the echidna residing on her lap, blinking innocently up at him. Hibird entered a while ago, making his presence known by repeating 'Hibari' twice from his place on the shoulder opposite the lynx—drawing Kagome's attention.

Hibair internally twitched as his female cousin cooed at his bird, locked in a staring contest with the echidna that seemed to be taunting him. With that knowledge, the corner of his mouth twitched and he frowned.