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A/N: Prompt – News Crew, submitted by anmbcuconnfan in a review. I'm so sorry – I broke my promise about updating soon...again. :( But I'll try and do better this time.
And I learnt how to format the lines! Whee!
It was strange, Kagome reflected, panting in fear and trying desperately not to look down, that she should finally find it within herself to get proactive right when she need to be so.
And it was entirely his fault, she thought venomously, refusing to name him even in the privacy of her mind. She should have been safely in her bed right then, snuggling into her blanket with a good Jo Beverley and lots of hot chocolate and maybe a cheese sandwich or two.
Not thirty feet in the air, clinging precariously to the plumbing of a dilapidated old Portuguese mansion on the outskirts of the city with a grip that was getting sweatier and looser by the minute. She swallowed a lump of frozen terror trying not to think about falling and cracking her head open. With the overgrown foliage encrusting the mansion's grounds, her body would likely rot for weeks before being found. "I hope they think it's a murder case," Kagome muttered savagely. "Call the news crews and every criminal investigation unit in the city and investigate the hell out of that…that…man. And indict him for murder. Murder till he hangs."
She could feel the hilt of the knife hidden beneath her clothes, digging into her ribs as she took a minute to catch her breath. Oh, hang this. No one's getting to him till I've killed him first.
She gritted her teeth and pulled her self up, hand-over-hand till she reached the open window on the second-floor. Straining with the effort of exercising muscles that hadn't been in use for years, the young woman hefted herself over the sill and tumbled headlong into a lamplit room, resplendent with soft bed and a tea-table laden with snacks.
Whuh?
Closer inspection revealed that the bed was fusty and likely infested with bed-bugs, while the snacks – energy bars piled in castle-like shapes – were topped with a neatly scripted note addressed to her: "My darling fiancée, apologies for the general shabbiness of my hospitality. I regret that you will be unable to murder me tonight as I have been called out of town on urgent business. If you would be so kind as to leave me a little notice before hand, I'll do my best to be available. Yours, Naraku."
Don't look at me. It wasn't my idea. Nope, not at all. Review!