Both Kagome and Selene is this.

Conscious Selene will be like this.

Kagome talking to Selene is like this.

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Split Personality Disaster

Ch. 12 – Scrolls of Aura

KAGOME POV

Saturday September 22nd 2006

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A week had passed since I discovered Miroku and his perverted thoughts.

And movements.

And movements. I agreed. Since then, I had discovered that he went to the same school as I did, I just never noticed him before, because I didn't know him. We became close friends during this week, our topics mainly consisting of his lecherous habits, Hakudoshi and Naraku. Speaking of Haku…

"Hey, Kagome!" he waved at me, excited about something. If you look at him closely, you can see a faint twinkle in his eye, something that was never there before. He was finally happy.

Yup. All thanks to you.

All thanks to me. That sounds nice.

"Hey, Haku!" I hugged him and twirled him around, loving how short he was compared to me. It made me feel less self conscious.

And him more self conscious.

Shush up. "What's up?" We both asked at the same time. It became a natural routine to do that, and then to burst out laughing. Miroku shook his head, as always and my brother, who caught my eye once again, shook his head. He was probably thinking something along the lines of Why did I end up with a psycho maniac as a sister?

As I ended up talking with Miroku more, more people seemed to find him more interesting, which resulted in girls getting more embarrassed or angry, which meant more slaps onto the more popular Miroku.

Is it me, or is that a lot of 'more?'

Nope. It's not just you.

"Anyways, Haku, what justice did I do to deserve your presence at my shrine?" I mocked.

He slapped my arm laughing it off. "I just wanted to help you."

That threw me off course. "Help?"

He shrugged. "You said you needed help cleaning out your grandpa's shrine."

Oh. "Oh. I remember now." I smiled evilly. "You are going to regret saying yes, Haku." He shivered.

"Oh crap." I heard him mutter under his breath. I smirked.

"Lady Kagome!" I heard Miroku pant as he ran up the stairs.

"Let me guess, you agreed to help me too." Hakudoshi was shaking his head to say no to Miroku, I felt him, don't ask: gut instincts. Miroku, always the oblivious one didn't notice the exaggerated action and said, "Yup!" very enthusiastically.

I lead them both to the old shrine that Gramps never had the courage to enter. Apparently, it was very creepy; it gave him the shivers to just stand near it by a few metres. That's saying something, since he's usually jumping at the chance to 'rid this world of evil.' I didn't think it was real, until I reached it and Miroku froze.

"Miroku?" We halted, I felt something weird, but I shrugged it off. "Miroku?" I called out again.

"I'm not going in there." Haku neared the old thing until he was ready to open the door when he abruptly froze too. "What's going on with you two?" I LITERALLY yelled.

"Don't you feel it?" they chorused.

"Feel what?"

"That aura." They said as if it was obvious. Hmmm…

Maybe it was the feeling you shrugged off?

Probably. Let's see.

"Is it that weird creepy feeling that goes up your spine?" I asked. They gaped. I stared. They still gaped.

"What?"

"You actually found a way to describe it?" Again, they chorused.

"What do you mean? I just described what I felt."

"Felt?" They really need to stop chorusing.

"I shrugged it off…" I trailed off and left them behind in my dust as I entered the old building on our premises.

OOOhh.. Big word!

Shush up.

"DON'T!" they yelled together again. I sighed, it was too late, I already opened. I swear I saw something black around the building. "What's the big black thing?" I asked.

They shivered. "Naraku."

"Oh." I paused. "So Naraku is a big back thing?" I asked stupidly.

"That, m'dear, is his terrible, oh so terrible aura."

"Oh. It doesn't seem that terrible to me."

Miroku stood up and came up to me and he said seriously, "Touch me."

How? I stuttered within my mind. What the heck?

"WHAT THE HECK?" I roared, "HENTAI!" I brought my hand up to slap him when he yelled out, "STOP!" with his eyes shut tight. I stopped. He opened his eyes and sighed in relief.

"What?" I asked.

"I mean touch me as in hold my hand, I need to see something."

I held out my hand suspiciously, cautiously as he took a hold of it. He pulled back as if he set his hand on fire. I felt sad, "Is my hand that disgusting?" I asked.

"No. no, milady. You just hold such immense spiritual power. That's probably why you just shrugged the aura off." I blankly stared at him confusion.

Immense?

Spiritual power?

What the heck is going on in here?

I decided to ignore him and entered the building. And what I saw confused to no end. I saw scrolls everywhere. How is this scary and feel like Naraku?

"Scrolls?" Miroku and Haku echoed my thoughts clearly.

"Yaaaahhh…." I dragged out, "Scrolls." I confirmed their thoughts and my own.

"What the heck is going on here?" I asked, surprisingly sounding calm, the total opposite of what was running through my head at the moment.

"Lady Kagome, for the first time in my entire life, I have no clue and no theories what so ever." He said, almost sounding wistful. He was such a nerd.

"Miroku, you are such a nerd." Haku repeated my thoughts exactly. I nodded frantically in appreciation, letting Haku know what I was thinking. I could practically feel him smirk as his aura got more content, happier, and proud.

We entered the old thing called a building, with me leading and the two males bickering behind me, like a married couple.

I inwardly smirked while Selene guffawed at my simile. A married couple! She couldn't stop and I was sure that my aura increased ten-fold in pure evil since I heard utter silence from the other two… which was unusual.

"So, my dear friends? Are we ready to tackle this project?" I asked them, excited. At their nods, "Then let Project Find Information on Naraku begin!" I announced gloriously.

"That was a pretty long name for a project." Miroku said, effectively cutting off my moment of celebration off and letting my grouchiness resurface.

"So, what's it ya, monk? You got a better name?" I growled out.

He stopped and stuttered, "N-no. S-s-sorry milady."

I smirked. You better be.

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Word Count: 1,095

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