The screen before them showed a rather well protected exhibit at one of the more popular museums of Gotham city, the time stamp showing that it was around 11:30 pm. A single security guard walked in on the screen, scanning the area, checking the glass casing and then moved on after one more sweep of the room.
"Is there a reason why we're watching this?" Beast Boy spoke up, not really understanding the reason all members were gathered. Or that Batman and Superman themselves were also there.
Batman replied, but didn't turn away from the screen "Wait a minute, then you'll see."
A minute later, the shadows shifted, almost extending towards the exhibit case until finally a figure appeared. At first it was hard to tell, what with the shadows seemingly taken up most of the room by that point.
The figure though finally stepped up to the case that held the exhibit, which was an ancient Buddhist staff, revealing that they were a woman. She was clothed in black from head to toe. A high-neck, sleeveless top that left her shoulders bare. On each arm though were sleeves that started at her upper arms and ended in archer gloves. Black pants tucked into black boots. A black bow and quiver of black arrows were seen peeking over a shoulder. Her long black hair swayed with each step from the high pony tail it was held in, and lastly, was the black mask that conceal her entire face.
Nightwing leaned a little closer, trying to make out the details of the mask. It looked like it was made of smooth material, painted black. Silver and blue painted showing facial features of an animal. It then clicked in his mind. It was a fox. Leaning back, he watched how she crouched down and picked at the lock and carefully removed the glass casing.
She took hold of the staff, examined it carefully, tilting her head this way and that, before sliding it between her back and weapons. Though her hands didn't return to her sides just yet. Instead she pulled something stark in contrast to the black of her outfit and the shadows and placed it where the staff once rested.
Once done, she proceeded to put the glass case back where it belonged and then walked away as if she hadn't just committed a crime. A few short minutes later, the guard returned spotted the missing staff and ran off the screen.
The screen switched off to show static and all members turned their attention towards Batman as he typed something away on the keyboard.
"This was her first hit on American soil. But she had done the same thing in some major museums across Europe, Russia, China and Japan." numerous footage of various museums popped up onto the screen, all showing her handling certain artifacts.
"Each time she hits, the alarms are set -after- the items are discovered missing."
"Meaning she somehow hacked into the museum and disabled them." Robin spoke up, taking each picture in rather intently.
"Yes, though it is unsure how. So far." Batman returned to the keyboard, new pictures showing the various empty cases save for one item, a paper figure. "Each of these folded figures contained a note. All the same."
"I have taken that which was not mine. I shall be found and judged for my crimes."
"Okay, that I don't understand. She breaks into these places, takes one thing, but leaves a note that she admits to being guilty?" Beast Boy spoke up, scratching the back of his head, turning towards Batman and Superman, hoping to hear something that would explain.
Superman spoke up while Batman was once again typing a few keys and new pictures popped up on the screen. "Actually, the artifacts that she took were already stolen. A few years back, a string of thefts from Japanese shrines, temples and museums took place. A few private collections were also hit, but all the items stolen were never found."
They all turned to the screen after one last picture appeared. "It hit international news when one robbery went south. A girl was returning from school early, discovered the robbers and immediately tried to contact the police. Thinking that the thefts would now stop, the police started calling their forces back. Instead it cost the girl her family and she herself was left for dead. She recovered, but, little is known how well. She was taken in by Mamoru Nishikawa and hasn't been heard or seen from since."
Instantly, the team felt varying mixed emotions rise up within them. Awe that the girl had stood up to the robbers, anger at what her just actions had cost her, sorrow for the lingering scars she would have to live with.
"Soon after the first museum robberies, the items were then returned to their rightful owners and an investigation had started to track down how they ended up in the various museums to begin with."
The screen went black and Batman finally returned his attention to the Young Justice team before them. "So far, no one has suffered any major injuries, but she is highly skilled. Her last heist in Europe resulted in a confrontation with the police, as well as a small private army of hired protection. All of whom she managed to evade with the item she had set out to repossess. The hired protection ended up in the hospital with minor injuries, but that doesn't make her any less lethal."
Superman took up once again. "With this knowledge now in their hands, the museums with any and all recent additions of ancient Japanese artifacts are working backwards in seeing if they are holding something that they are not allowed too. But that takes a lot of time, so they've decided to ship the items in question to one location. Where you'll be guarding and waiting for her to appear. You are to engage her cautiously, but also get as much information from her as possible."
"Wouldn't it just be easier to bring her in, and then question her?" Batgirl spoke up. She was left at odds with the current situation. The woman was robbing museums. But on the other hand, she only took what had been wrongfully taken and returning the items back to their owners.
"That would be best. But be careful."
"Quick question. What about the items that are not in a museum? There are those out there that collect such artifacts, regardless of how they obtain them. It's a sure bet that she may track down the items that have landed in a private collection as well." Nightwing spoke up, the thought having just come to him.
"We were given a list of all the major artifacts that were stolen and compared them to the ones that are currently now in Gotham's main museum as well as the ones that had been returned. There are still some that have yet to be... retrieved and returned, but three major ones have yet to appear in any major museum."
"We already have a few ideas on who could have bought the three items, and have already started looking into them. Other than that, the rest is now in your hands."
With their latest mission explained, Nightwing turned to the others, it was time to plan. It was one that threw them all off, because this was not simply someone stealing for the money, but to return something that had been wrongfully taken to begin with. They knew this woman could have notified the museums and gone the proper route, but because most items were only there on loan, the ones that were displaying the artifacts could have pulled them off the exhibition and the items themselves could simply, disappear.
But they were also upset, because she was stealing them, and that was against the law. It left them realising that there was far more grey than there was black and white put together. And Nightwing knew, this was going to test and push them all to their limits in certain aspects. Himself included.
Three nights after Batman and Superman first presented them the case, and nothing happened. It was the fourth night and they were wondering if she was going to show at all now, which left them far too relaxed.
"Does she have a name?"
Wonder Girl turned to Beast Boy, a brow raised at the sudden question. "Does she have a name?"
"Yeah. The police must have been calling her something all this time. They couldn't have been calling her... her, all this time. Could they?" he scratched at his cheek, brows furrowed as he and Wonder Girl patrolled their designated area for the night.
Wonder Girl turned to face forward scanning the dark and shadowed hallway. Shrugging her shoulders, she didn't put much thought into the matter at hand. "I'm sure she was given many names. Why the sudden interest?"
"I'm bored. 'She' has been a no-show for the last three nights, so I'm starting to wonder if she'll show at all."
"With the way she's been going, I think so. Seemed pretty determined on getting those artifacts back where they belong. There's only two here at the museum, now that it's been confirmed, and the three that are in someone's private collection somewhere."
"Right." Beast Boy also returned to observing the hallway, a silence settling in over them until Nightwing asked how things were going through their shared coms.
"Silent. Again. What if she really -doesn't- show up? How much longer are we going to play night watch here?" Beast Boy spoke up.
"After tonight, we'll meet up with Batman and Superman again and talk about taking a different approach. But for tonight, keep a sharp eye out."
It was once again silent as the two turned about to take in the hallway once again, having done at least five rounds on the long stretch already. That is, until Beast Boy spoke up. "We should give her a name."
Wonder Girl sputtered for a bit and whipped her head about to face Beast Boy. "She isn't some sort of pet that you brought home with you! I'm sure she has a name already."
"Bah! If it was given by the police, it's probably something stupid." Beast Boy grinned as he started thinking about different names they could call the thief by. "How about Shadow, cause she blends into the shadows almost like it's natural. Or Fox. She wears that Japanese fox mask and leaves a folded note in a fox figure. Then again, since the thief is a woman, Vixen would most likely be better."
Unknown to the two talking as the patrolled the hallway, the topic of their conversation was watching them with a smirk beneath her mask. And all about giving her a name? It was almost comical, but it showed her that they were relaxed, enough to have let her slip in past their securities. But that didn't mean she could simply play around them like she had the security guards at the previous museums. No. Despite them being her age or younger, they had far more experience than those guards, or those brutish hired men back in Europe. She had observed each and everyone of them, somewhat disappointed that none had noticed her yet, but it also allowed her to read and learn more about the members of the Young Justice League in far better detail than the files she read when she first landed on American soil.
After the duo gave the team leader an update, she decided it was time to do what she had come there to do. Retrieve the stolen artifacts and return them to their rightful owners. And then she could go for the idiot that had hired the thugs to steal all these artifacts to get his hands on three very specific swords.
Moving in the shadows, she moved to the room that held the last two artifacts. Nothing too difficult to get out of the museum, but the two teams that stood between her and the artifacts and her exits, they said otherwise.
The leader, Nightwing stood next to the archer with the mechanical arm. Arsenal. And then Superboy stood next to Miss Martian. From what she read the last two had been in a relationship, but Superboy broke it off after Miss Martian pushed a suspect too hard to get information. It resulted in the suspect falling in a catatonic state. Despite them being able to work well with each other should the need arise, there was still friction there, and she would use that to her advantage.
Moving as if she were liquid, one with the shadows, she started to get to work. At first, the four below didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, that is, until the shadows themselves actually swallowed up the entire room, which left them mostly blinded.
The small red lights on Arsenal's mechanical arm allowed them some light and there was some from the hallways and the moon that leaked into the main room, but other than that, they were in complete darkness.
She smiled as she heard their sudden outburst at the plunge in darkness as well as the leader calling in the rest of the team. While they moved themselves about to try and protect the items she had come to retrieve, she slipped between them on silent feet and set herself to work.
Beast Boy would turn himself into a nocturnal animal, thus being able to see her. As for the amphibian and bug boy, she wasn't sure, but it would be best she did this quietly. Sensing her two aids quickly and silently approach her, she removed the first artifact and placed it in the protective satchel before moving onto the other artifact to repeat the process.
Whispering quietly to her aids, she smile as they slipped out and a few seconds later the shadows receded revealing two empty cases with her notes. The team first turned towards the cases they had been there to protect, and quickly spun about to see if the thief was still around.
The first to spot her was Beast Boy, to which he cried out notifying the others.
Nightwing stepped forward, his body easily prepared for a physical confrontation. "Who are you?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "I go by many names. Simply take your pick." her answer somewhat muffled due to the mask that concealed her entire face.
"Return the artifacts."
"Artifacts? I have nothing on me." her lips curved up into a smile as she spoke the truth, not that they could see it, hands raised as she did a complete spin on the spot. "Besides, from what the news have been saying, the artifacts have been returning to their rightful owners back in Japan." her arms dropped back to her side slowly, only for her hands to land on her hips and she took on a relaxed stance.
"...is it just me, or does she remind you of a certain cat burglar?"
"Cat? My dear Beast Boy, you had it right earlier. I, am a fox." she shifted slightly, as if bouncing to a song only she could hear. Cocking her head to the side, seemingly hearing something only she could hear, she quickly turned back to the team. "And this fox is running late, I'm afraid."
Spinning about to walk out, she paused when she heard them prepare to restrain her, to keep her from leaving. Turning to look at them from over her shoulder, the one that wasn't obstructed by her quiver of arrows or bow, she smirked once again as they stood at the ready, twitching for her to make the first move.
"If you're expecting me to fight, think again. We're surrounded by priceless, one of a kind, ancient artifacts. The slightest slip up could lead to one of their destructions." she tisked, waving a finger at them before simply turning about to walk the same way she walked in.
At the sound of many feet following after, she chuckled lightly under her breath. She ignored the few choice words that were made in her direction. She tilted her head once again, seemingly hearing something, and once she made it to the hallway, she darted in the direction that led to the roof. Her lips curled up into a smile of excitement as she heard their startled cries and gave chase after her.
Nightwing cursed under his breath as he quickly chased after her, it wasn't easy with the way she darted from shadow to shadow, seamlessly blending into them. Impulse was the fastest on their team, so it left him wondering why she hadn't been caught yet. His mental questions were answered when Robin spoke up saying that Impulse had somehow been restrained after running through a shadowed spot.
As if hearing the comment, laughter floated from in front of him that was quickly followed by a comment. "Wouldn't be fair if I was caught this early in the game!"
Gritting his teeth he pushed himself to run faster, but she still somehow managed to keep just a hairs breath out of reach. Finally she burst out onto the roof, a sudden wind whipping her hair about her as she scanned for something.
"End of the line."
She turned around, tilting her head as she did so. At the sounds of the rest of the team quickly approaching, a flick of her wrist, and the door slammed shut behind him. Turning his head slightly so that he could take it in, while still keeping an eye on her, he narrowed his eyes when he realized something.
"You can use magic."
"Not something that's so easily accepted in today's day and age. Science has taken a firm grip on people that it is no longer about faith, simply answers. Regardless of how they're achieved." her tone seemed upset at the fact, which roused a few other questions in his mind.
Grabbing hold of his main choice of weapons, he struck. He was not liking where this was going. She could use magic, which would explain the lack of alarm going off during each of her heists. So he thought it best to keep her busy and distract her long enough until the rest of the team managed to unlock the door and help him against her. There was no telling what she was capable of.
She quickly took hold of her bow and parried and blocked each of his moves, dancing out of the way of his attacks. But not once did she strike back. Watching her jump back to create some room between them, and closer to the ledge, he narrowed his eyes on her form.
"I just want to talk."
Her stance relaxed some, and she slowly slung her bow back over her shoulders and then kept her hands up in the air.
They listened to the distant sounds of the city, the bangs and muffled cries of the rest of the team behind the still locked door. Seeing her maintain that docile stance, he relaxed the slightest amount. Perhaps now he would learn why she had been doing what she had.
What happened next though, none of them expected. The team had gone silent, which neither really noticed, and she had just started to talk when the door was blasted off it's hinges and bits and pieces went flying about.
His eyes widened when he noticed that she was tipping and falling backwards, over the ledge, he darted forward to stop it.
With a hold on a pipe behind him, and an arm wrapped around her waist, he tried to calm his frantic breathing and his racing heart. He looked down at her, not noticing that she had a hand wrapped around the back of his neck while the other rose to her mask, that now revealed the lower half of her face.
"This mask was a gift... and very, very old."
An eyebrow quirked at that. "You almost got blown off a roof, and you're worried about a mask?"
She lowered her hand and turned towards him completely, it was then he noticed her mask had no holes for the eyes, making him wonder how it was she was even able to achieve all that she had thus far. After a few moments, the sound of the rest of the team spilling out onto the roof echoed around them, and he began to slowly pull them back.
Keeping a firm hold on her, he paused when he felt her free hand place itself on his chest over his heart. Looking down at her, he watched how her lips curled up into a smile. "Why would I fear falling, when I got a hero right here with me to save me from danger?"
He merely quirked a brow. She was the bad guy in this confrontation, if anything, she should fear him simply letting her fall of the building's roof.
After he righted both of them, he kept a hold on her and watched her, rather confused about the lack of fight she had put up, but her next words really threw him out of the loop.
"I'm sorry."
"If you're apologizing about the heists..."
"No, not that. I'm sorry for what I'm about to do. But I hope this makes up for that." with that said, she pulled him down using the hand that was still wrapped around the back of his neck and brought their lips together.
He froze, completely shocked that this was happening, and from the stunned silence of the team behind him, he wasn't the only one. His grip on the pipe next to him tightened when her other hand slid down his chest and she nipped at his lower lip. Despite the fact that they were obviously on either side of the law, so to speak, he was still 18 and a guy. With hormones. So having a rather warm female figure pressed up against his own body the way it was, which was due to his hold on her, the the eager lips that slid across his own in such a tempting way, it shouldn't have been a surprise that his body naturally responded.
The moment he did, her lips curved up into a smile, and something in him tightened at the sensation. She nipped at his lower lips a couple of more times before a moist tongue swiped across it, he let out a low moan. It quickly turned into a groan of pain as he was painfully shoved away from her, only to barely watch her willingly jump off the side of the rooftop.
Scrambling after her, he looked down, shocked to see her already standing on the street below. She looked up, and waved towards him and took off down the street. The rest of the team ran up to the ledge to watch her disappear into the shadows, and no one said a word.
Standing up straight and running a hand through his hair, Nightwing let out a harsh breath, the night had not gone the way he had planned or hoped.
"Dude, what was that all about?"
Leveling the team's fast footed friend a look, he was inwardly pleased to see him raise his hands in a universal sign of 'I surrender'. He really didn't feel like explaining himself at the moment, because in all honesty, he didn't know if he actually could. And he was dreading explaining to Batman how she got away.
"What's that in your hand?"
Hearing Batgirl's voice, Nightwing looked down at his hand, seeing a small folded piece of what looked like to be paper. Unfolding it, he blinked when he saw a short note written on it. She had planned the whole thing, the note was the only way to explain it!
"Let's play again."
It had been a week since the museum heist. Vixen, as she was now properly dubbed, had yet to make another appearance, but they figured that she was also looking for the last three artifacts, which were in a private collection somewhere.
Stuffing his hands into his jeans pockets, Dick walked down the sidewalk enjoying what little normalcy and freedom he got. It had gone to hell in trying to explain to Batman how Vixen got away. Then again, the man should understand on some level, Catwoman used the same methods all the time. Not that he pointed that one out, Batman had thought that Vixen managing to get away was punishment enough, though there were those late nights spent in the gyms and dojos to make up for the loss.
Right now, he was on his way to Wayne Tower, school having finally let out, because the man himself wanted something from him. Said it was important. Well, he wanted to walk, the fresh air felt good. Besides, he had been sitting all day, he really didn't want to sit for the short ride there as well.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when a petite body collided with his and a soft cry quickly followed. Looking down, he spotted a girl around his age sprawled out on the sidewalk, rubbing at her nose and supporting her upper body with her other hand.
Quickly sweeping over her, he could honestly say she was very pretty. Raven black hair tumbled about her face in waves, framing her heart shaped face. A delicate neck leading to delicate shoulders, slim arms ending in fine delicate hands. A simple royal blue t-shirt under a cropped black jacket. Faded skinny jeans encased her legs, a mental voice stating was that her legs seemed to go on forever to which he ignored after he squashed it, and a pair of low runners on her feet.
Crouching down, he started to help her gather her things and place them back into the leather satchel that she had dropped.
"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you like that."
"It's alright. Wasn't really paying attention myself."
He watched her smile as she grabbed the last two things before she turned towards him. It was then he noticed the large sunglasses that she wore, hiding her eyes from him. But considering how sunny it was, it wasn't all that surprising.
"Actually, since you're already helping me, could you perhaps help me with something else? I'm supposed to meet someone, but I have no idea how to get to where I'm supposed to meet him." she ducked her head lightly, and he couldn't help but smile at the light blush.
Going over her request, and over the fact that he himself was supposed to meet Wayne, he gave a low groan and frustrated sigh. On any other day, he wouldn't mind helping her, but Wayne said that it was important.
"I'm sorry, I would love to, but I have to go to Wayne Tower. Got my own meeting I'm supposed to be at."
She perked up and tilted her head. "Wayne Tower? That's where I need to go as well!"
He blinked as he watched her stand up and dust her pants off. Standing up, he handed her the last item that had still been in his hands and watched her put it away while wondering why she needed to go there as well. Looking down, he briefly caught sight of a folder peeking out of her satchel. Perhaps she was looking for a job there? But her state of dress wasn't exactly interview material.
"Really? May I ask why, if it's not too personal."
"My..." she pinched her lips for a moment before continuing. "I guess he's my guardian slash older brother is there. Says it's important that I be there. I would have been there earlier, but not only do I not know my way around this city, the usual driver was needed elsewhere today."
"Well then, I guess I'll be your guide for the afternoon."
She let out a light giggle as she started to follow after him. They soon fell into light conversation, her explaining that she just recently moved with her guardian-older brother to America from Tokyo, to him sharing his rather boring day at school.
"I don't know, you say that now, but after you'll be missing those boring days."
"I know the school systems in Japan are different, but did you already graduate?"
"No. School hasn't really been the same since I started Jr. High. I was away a lot, and recently I was pulled out of public school for certain reasons." she shrugged her shoulders, the action tugging on the arm that was looped with his own, he still wondered how and when that happened. "But, Big Brother says that's about to change. Though I'm not sure how."
Seeing Wayne Tower, it still amazed him how tall and grand it was, he paused for a moment. "Well, here we are."
She hummed, not taking in the building before her at all, which confused him greatly. Most after moving to Gotham took in the the building before them in awe, she was simply staring straight ahead. Perhaps she was used to things on a grand scale, look at Tokyo. And then she said that the usual driver was busy with a different task, so her guardian could be wealthy as well.
Shrugging it off, they walked up the steps and into the building. He winced when he saw Wayne talking with another man, meaning the meeting he was supposed to sit in on was over.
He opened his mouth to apologize for his tardiness, but the man that was with Wayne spoke up, and the girl next to him answered.
"Kagome, you are late."
"Forgive me, Aniki, but Jaken said you appointed him a different chore today and a different driver was then also appointed. We encountered car trouble on the way."
"Oh?"
"Don't ask me, I'm car illiterate." she shrugged her shoulders before turning towards Wayne. "I apologize again for being late, Mr. Wayne. And that it is a pleasure to meet you." she bowed, as was customary in Japan.
"You never told me she was so polite, or a fine young lady."
"I not comfortable with your compliments, Mr. Wayne." sure she had heard he was a bit of a playboy, being Gotham's number one bachelor and all that, but she was rather young compared to him, so she really didn't know how to take them.
"Oh?" he cleared his throat when she merely raised a brow. "I see that you already met Dick, my own ward. That's good."
"Why is that?"
This time, Mamoru spoke up, his voice far more stricter and cooler than that of Wayne's spoke up. "You'll be attending the same school as he does starting next week. The board already know everything."
"Really?! I'm going to be going back to school?" at his classic 'Hn' of a reply, Kagome let go of Dick and jumped to hug Mamoru, thanking him and enjoying the fact that it ruffled his feathers. He had left her in the dark for a while, so he had it coming.
"Thank you!"
"Now if only you and the others could be as excited about your own studies."
Dick raised a brow in Wayne's direction, still in shock that Kagome was Mamoru's ward and would be starting to attend the same school he did. But he came to a shocking realization with the knowledge of her being Nishikawa's ward.
"Wait, you're Kagome Higurashi, am I correct?"
She let Nishikawa go and turned towards him, her smile dimming somewhat. "Yes I am. And before you ask, yes, all that was said in the news did happen."
A heavy silence settled over them, making Dick feel... like a dick. But thankfully Wayne spoke up, breaking the heavy feeling.
"And I'm deeply sorry for your loss. I simply hope that time heals those wounds."
"I am also sorry. And I'd like to apologize for my... bluntness."
"Thank you, both of you. But I'm still at a loss as to why meeting Dick was important, and for the both of us."
"Dick will be your guide when you start school, and Nishikawa-san told me that while you may have just settled in, an emergency came up back in Tokyo that required his attentions, so he'll be gone for the next two weeks."
"Ah." she turned to Mamoru. "You couldn't have mentioned this over the phone, or tonight at home?"
"I leave for the airport in an hour. Sadly, Jaken is also needed. And since there are no other staff at the estate, Mr. Wayne has kindly offered you a room for the next two weeks."
Kagome's brow shot up at the news, but she wasn't the only one. "Just moved to America and I already get to sleep over at someone else's place. Aren't I a lucky girl."
Wayne chuckled, enjoying her rather fresh personality. "Nishikawa-san has already had some of your things prepared and sent over. And since he has to leave right away, Dick and I will allow to say your goodbyes before we head home."
Wayne threw an arm around Dick's shoulders and led him away from the two.
Kagome waited until they were out of earshot and then outside before she spoke up, and in Japanese to boot.
"Are you sure this is safe? I mean I sensed that Dick is... which is a safe bet to say Wayne is also..."
"So they are the ones that play hero at night?" he let out a silent sigh when she nodded her head. "Then take this as an opportunity to study them."
"But what about the plan?"
"I'm sure on certain days, a shikigami could take your place after school while you continue with the plan. It would also help your case of not being... which name did they give you here?"
"...Vixen..." she blushed lightly when she felt Sesshoumaru's intense, yet highly amused gaze on her.
"Fitting with the scents you were drenched in the other night. Your kit may either take pride in your actions, question the idea of a new father, or threaten the bird you seemed to have grown attached to."
Kagome's blush intensified at the idea of any of those happening, but tried to play it cool. Brushing the comment off, she asked when Shippo would be arriving from his job in Europe.
"In a few weeks time. We should both be home by the time I'm done with business in Tokyo." with that, he patted her on the head and stalked off towards where a taxi was waiting for him.
She winced, knowing that the other driver would be fired as sure as Sesshoumaru's heart was beating. The dog demon hated taxi's, and for very good reason. They were simply far too many scents going on with the constant change of passengers. And one was never sure if the taxi would be well kept or not.
Shaking her head free of the knowledge that not only would their driver losing his job, but Jaken was very well going to get a scolding for the fact that Sesshoumaru had to ride a taxi, Kagome made her way towards where Wayne and Dick were waiting for her.
Seeing that they were waiting by their appointed ride, Kagome made her way towards them, bowing when she reached their side. "I want to thank you for accepting me into your home on such short notice."
"Think nothing of it. I was glad to help when Nishikawa asked and told me of the sudden situation."
Standing back up straight, Kagome smiled as they entered the car, all sitting in the back seat. She perked up when she noticed the driver looking at all of them with an... interesting look on his face.
"Alfred, take us home."
"Right away sir."
AN: Here's something that's been sitting on my hard-drive for a long time now... I mean... a really long time. Can't quite remember when I wrote this and it just kept changing plot on top too. But, hopefully you all like it.