Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi
Katekyō Hitman Reborn © Amano Akira

3

The black-haired teenager poked around the food on the plate set before her courtesy of the flamboyant member of the Varia, Lussuria, "You didn't have to cook this for me. I don't mean to be a burden."

The oldest member of the waved his hand in a think nothing of it manner, "It's quite all right~ I tend to do the majority of the cooking here anyway."

Kagome popped a few bow tie noodles into her mouth, chewing them as she thought to herself – savoring the flavor as well, before swallowing, "Why don't I help with some of the cooking?"

"Oh?"

Kagome nodded, "I'll help, but I would like some sort of map—or something—to get around this place, though."

Lussuria sat back in his chair, holding the elbow of the hand that was tapping his chin as he thoughtfully hummed. The priestess didn't want to interrupt his thinking, and was silent as she ate, watching him curiously—hoping that he would agree to it. She toyed with a noodle as she finished the ones in her mouth.

"Well," the priestess honed in on what the Varia member was going to say next, "the map won't be the greatest, only lines that crisscross to show the different hallways..."

"That's fine. I'm not looking for a map of amazing artistic ability, just one that is more for function and is easy to make."

The flamboyant man stopped tapping his chin, "Oh that's good, however, I probably won't be able to give it to you for a day or two."

Kagome waved her hands in front of her person, "That's fine! I'm sure I can remember how to get to my room from here and vice verse in the meantime, Lussuria-san."

"Good, and just call me 'Lussuria Nee-san' instead, it's more fitting."

Slate eyes glazed over in confusion, he seemed almost like Jakotsu without the hate towards women or trying to kill her, either.

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'Great. Guess I overestimated my ability to get back to my room by myself.' the sixteen-year-old sighed to herself, 'And I still have yet to find that phone Lussuria Nee-san mentioned when I was told where I was and whatnot.'

She looked around herself at the unforgiving hallways, confusing her at every turn and preventing her from getting to her room to have a nice nap. Well, it was starting to get late, so technically she was heading off to bed (or maybe it was just that her circadian rhythm was off from the trip without her knowledge).

The Japanese teenager stiffened when arms wound around her waist, trapped her arms to her sides as well, before that person started to move backwards, 'What the...'

Eyes wide, she looked over her shoulder to see the insane blond as the culprit, "What do you think you're doing?"

He flashed her a toothy grin, "The Prince is bringing his servant to his room so she can tell him more about these 'miko.'"

Kagome sent him a sour glare, "Don't you have anything better to do other than bother me?"

"Of course, peasant, and until I have to leave for my current assignment, you are going to tell me what I want to know."

She rolled her eyes at him, but she couldn't help being curious about what it was this 'assignment' entailed, "Assignment?"

"Mhm~ We're assassins here."

Any tenseness in her body that eased before came back and she was as stiff as a board, 'Assassins? But- they don't- I guess that explains the white-haired man's sword..'

The teenager twitched when Belphegor stopped, opening a door, presumably to his room, and she got a look at it as she was brought back to reality. She looked around the quarters, tilting her head to the side, "You're one messy person."

Kusakabe didn't dare move a muscle as Hibari's murderous expression refused to cool down, not even the grass in his mouth made any movement. Ever since the prefect's mood took quite the drastic turn in the direct that it was in now, he'd been much more violent with the people that he 'bit' for the smallest of things.

The right hand slowly exhaled as the slate-eyed teenager took a seat behind the desk in the reception room, going over some paper that was left there, though the nails of his right hand slowly dragging across the expanse of the wood by where it was placed was the only indicator that he wasn't really reading the paper for his mind was elsewhere.

The dark-haired right hand felt sweat bead down the back of his neck as he worked up the courage (and possibly direct the Head's ire onto himself), however he was beaten to it, "Kusakabe, patrol the school grounds."

"Of course!" Anything to escape the tense and oppressing aura of Hibari, which he did promptly, the door sliding shut behind him as he got some of the other members of the Disciplinary Committee to also patrol the grounds. His shoulder's slumped as he recalled the girl that was with the prefect, wondering where she had gotten off to (he was still not quite sure just how she knew Hibari and the curiosity was wrecking havoc on his mind).

Back in the Reception Room, Hibari listened to the footfalls of his right hand as he left to do what he told him to do, before turning his chair to look out the window, mood still murderous with a hint of sourness. The prefect's jaw tightened as he thought about his cousin.

His hands tightened into fists and his nails bit into the flesh of his palms.

A few idiot herbivores just had to start something with him, either ignorant of who he was or they were counting on the fact that since a woman was with him, that he wouldn't be as violent as he usually was. Of course, they presumably assumed wrong as they were bitten just as bad as everyone else (actually a bit more for a comment they made about his cousin within his hearing range).

It frustrated him that he couldn't remember much after that, only the fact that Kagome wasn't anywhere near him (of course it didn't help that he went after the herbivores, and inadvertently left her somewhere by herself).

Hibari had no clue where to start looking for his cousin, and yet, just sitting around was making him restless.

Kagome sighed as she tagged after the tiara-wearing blond, as per his 'request' that his 'peasant' was to see him off as he left for his assignment. The knowledge that she was living in a large building (the term mansion seemed to not fit up to the sheer size of the structure—castle seemed more appropriate) with cold-blooded assassins made her look at the occupants in two lights; before knowing and after.

She worried her bottom lip, they could easily kill her if she s much as angered them. It wasn't a comforting thought to her, despite dealing with demons on numerous occasions back in the Feudal Era. Even though they were assassins, her pride wouldn't allow her to bend over backwards for the so-called prince ahead of her; not only was it a blessing to be able to do what she believed it, it was also a curse that's most likely to get her killed soon.

Mentally grumbling to herself, the priestess eyed the teenager in front of her, wondering why he was so interested in her in the first place (Belphegor still had yet to explain what these 'flames' were, she's completely in the dark about someone having a type of flame – what the hell was the difference between a 'Sun Flame' and 'Cloud Flame' anyway?).

Stopping to turn around and face her (apparently he wasn't going to lead her to the entrance of the castle), Belphegor had his usual smile, bending down slightly to pat the top of her head, "Now, be a good peasant and wait for me to get back, all right? I'd hate to come back and find out that you've gone and gotten yourself killed for angering Squ-sempai or Boss~"

The blue-eyed teenager felt a tick manifest itself in her left eye's lower lid, she was irked not only by the tone of his voice, but the fact that everyone (except the baby) were taller than her. By not being introduced to anyone other than Lussuria, Kagome had no clue who 'Squ-sempai' or 'Boss' were, though she did remember encountering random people not that long ago, before the older flamboyant male kindly made her some pasta.

"Okay?"

The tiara on his head glinted a small bit as Bel righted himself, and nodded, "Good. Bye-bye~"

The teenager watched him turn and leave, blinking as she felt the desire to go back to her room and sleep (it didn't help that he had pressed her for information on Shinto priestesses, what she is). Yawning, she turned around to go back the way she felt that they had come from.

Unfortunately, the moment she took a step, Kagome collided with a solid body and stumbled backwards, but managing to stay upright. Blue eyes found themselves staring at a white-clothed chest, slowly travelling upwards to find red eyes glaring down at her, a deep scowl on the tanned man's face.

A shiver wracked her spine, suddenly reminiscing about the time when she had pulled out the Tetsusaiga and Sesshōmaru had nearly killed her (to this day, Kagome still tanked the sword for protecting her); however, she had no protection now should this man kill her.

TBC

Yes, I'm back. My hard and fast obsession with Oblivion kept me from this story. I have a poll concerning updates that I post on my bio page, just so you know. I had to include Hibari in this chapter, it wouldn't be a good story if you don't know what's going on in Kagome's absence from Japan.