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Finding Kagome	By : MetsukiKaraTen Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 8806 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N : For
the record I must make it clear that even though I would love to grab
them all up, take them home, and put them in a kennel to keep with me
for ever and ever, I do not own InuYasha or any of his 'gang'. As for
the other characters, either implied or imagined, any resemblance to
actually persons is in fun only, as this is a work of FANFICTION.

CHAPTER WARNING:
Contains adult situations, with allusion to sexual conduct.

FINDING
KAGOME

Chapter
Ten

“Well
aren't you just chipper and full of mirth today, Miss Kagome,”
Michael sarcastically observed as he took in her
less-than-enthusiastic demeanor. Large, very dark sunglasses pressed
close to her face, shoulders forward and where her usual bright
smile would be, her lips were set in a thin line.

“Please,
don't start with me, Mikey...” she pleaded as she reached for
her latte` which set in the cup holder of the rental. She took a
sip... and gasped as the too hot coffee scorched her tongue and
throat. Groaning she put the cup back into the holder, and both
hands on the wheel.

“You,
my dear girl, look even worse than I did back when I was working
graveyard and taking day classes,” he mused.

The
comparison, however, did not amuse Kagome, as she dropped the glasses
to half mast on her nose and glared at her passenger. His automatic
response was to raise his hands palms out, to ward off her wrath, as
he pushed himself against the door in an attempt to achieve more
distance. She pushed them back up, pointedly with her middle finger,
then returned her attention to the traffic, both hands back on the
wheel.

“Bad
night, huh?” he asked apologetically.

“You
could say that,” she responded, as she swung just a little too
sharply onto the on ramp for Hwy. 101 and the Goldengate Bridge,
deftly moving through the traffic to jockey a good position for the
crossing.

“Would
you like to talk about it?” He prodded, curious as to what
could cause this kind of reaction in his normally sweet friend. She
was more like a sister, than just a friend, the ties ran so deeply.
“It might ... help.”

“So
you can psychoanalyze me??”she snapped. “Maybe include me
as a case history in your doctoral?”

“Ouch,”
and he said no more.

Kagome,
replayed that last bit in her mind. What was I thinking?? He only
wants to try to help. He's worried about me... heck, I... am worried
about me... and she formulated
an apology.

“I'm sorry Mikey-kun,” she sighed. “I
didn't mean that.”

“I love you, Kagome. You are my best friend in
the whole world, well... maybe except my dear, precious Sally...”
he stumbled through his mild blunder, “but I hate to see you
like this.”

“I don't know... really,” she tried to put
it into an order that someone else could understand. “It all
started with that stupid news report...”

“What news report?” he prompted.

“The one about the campers being torn up... in
the National Park.” she glanced at him.

“They found more, huh?”

“Yeah... really bad this time, dismembered... and
then those stupid chills wouldn't stop,” she continued.

“Chills... you have a fever?” and he
reached over to press a hand against her forehead, surprising her,
and she pushed it away.

“Feh... I am fine.”

“Well,” he leaned back in his seat, “no
fever at least... So...?”

“So...” she tried the coffee again, not so
hot this time, sipping then putting it back she trudged on in her
attempt to explain her surly attitude. “That report gave me the
creeps, and I thought about Momma up there practically by her
herself...”

“Kagome, she is far from alone up there, there is
always someone with her. Taki and Bo live right there on the grounds,
only a shout away,” he countered.

“True... but I was worried... so I called her,”
she changed lanes, glancing at the rear view mirror as they entered
the tunnel just north of the bridge, and she grabbed at the
sunglasses like they were offensive to her, and dropped them into her
lap, better able to see in the lower light level.

“And she was fine... right?”

“Yeah, she was great... Taki and Bo were right
there with her,” and Kagome smiled for the first time that day.
“She was really tickled that you are coming with me this time.”
Secretly she hoped this would effectively change the direction of
their conversation. “Oh! And she said she is making Oden, just
for you!” OK just a white lie.

He gasped, then rubbed his hands together with
anticipation licking his lips. “A pot all to myself? Mmmm!”

“Well,
I'm not so sure about that,”
she chuckled a little.

“Ok, so Momma is fine, she's making Oden, now
tell me... why didn't you sleep well?” His ability to stay on
topic was uncanny. Kagome cast about in her mind for more ways to
avoid answering his question directly... and found none. “Come
on, Kagome-chan... Spill it...” and he waited.

Kagome
decided that doing just that
would be the only way to get him to back off about it, though she
wasn't sure what his reaction would be. She took a deep breath,
then...

“ShetoldmethatthechillsarebecauseofDemonsandtoWardmydoorbeforeIgotobedandbecarefulbecauseifIcanfeelthemthey..
can feel me,”she took another breath then held it as she
glanced furtively at Michael, waiting for his reaction. His eyes had
widened as he took in the cruxt of what she had just said.

“Are you serious??”

“Ahuh,” she nodded. “I've got sutras
all over my door and windows,” she reached for another sip of
the latte`,”but I had to break the ones on the door to leave
this morning,” she stated guiltily as she took another sip,
deeper this time, it was getting cold.

Michael
watched her as she drank deeply from the cup. He knew a little bit
about Demons, sure... but it was always connected to mythos...
remote... ancient like the dinosaurs... gone... past... not real.
Certainly something
once real, had existed that was revered and feared, in kind, by
ancient peoples. Shrines had been built throughout history to them.
In Japan, alone, there was a wide variety of Kami that were
recognized. One thing that was for certain to him, Youkai made for
much more interesting tales than did dinosaurs.

“I have a question,” he announced, breaking
the silence.

“You think I am nuts, don't you?”

“Quite
the contrary, my dear Kagome... no, really!”
as he saw the look of doubt cross her features. “Did the sutra
help to make you feel more safe? Did the chills stop?” There
was sound psychological reasoning behind the use of charms, and he
was curious as to how effective they had been for her.

She pondered the question for a moment, “I
supposed they did help, some... but I still had that creepy, weird
feeling, you know? It was hard to fall asleep.”

“I can imagine,” he said as he looked out
the window, at a loss. The landscape had become more rural now, the
city in the distance behind them, and traffic was light, which meant
they would make good time.

“Then there was that ... dream,” muttered
Kagome, half under her breath, breaking the silence. Dreams were
right up Michael's alley, and this pulled his full attention.

“Dream?”

“Yeah... you know...” Kagome considered out
loud, “It was Goshinboku that finally calmed me down....
Thinking about it... picturing it in my mind...”

“You had a dream about your family's Sacred
Tree?”

“Um...
no... actually I'm not sure just what it
was I dreamed about,” she lied, as she felt her cheeks grow
warm.

“Tell me about your dream, Kagome-chan... Maybe
there is a clue in the symbology that will help us find an answer to
your recent discomfort,” and he reached to pat her shoulder.

She glanced to the side, embarrassed. “Well, we
were camping... I mean I was camping with my friends...” she
started hesitantly.

“Go on... outdoors, under the stars... sounds
nice... and...?” he urged her on.

“They
were talking... and laughing, and I was cooking some ramen... wait...
you were there... and
Sally too... there were others, it was an open campfire out in the
forest.” She paused, remembering those incredible amber eyes ,
and the warmth of the hug from the man in the amazingly soft, red
haori...

“There is a lot of symbolism right there, perhaps
you are feeling to constrained in your life, the ramen is directly
related to our conversation last night, about Sally burning water,
remember?” His analysis made some sense, to him at least.
“Continue...”

“You
sound like a shrink,” and she grinned. That was
his field of study, after all. He winked and motioned for her to go
on.

“Well... everyone was talking, and laughing,
but... I couldn't understand what they were saying, it sounded like
Japanese, but... not... some weird dialect.” She looked over at
him, and for just a fraction of a microsecond, she saw someone else
sitting in the passenger seat. This made her shake her head rapidly
to clear it, and she focused on the road ahead, both hands on the
wheel in the standard 10 and 2 o'clock positions.

“Sally was right, you have been spending entirely
too much time and energy on this project of yours,” he studied
her worriedly. “This weekend should be just what the doctor
ordered, for you.”

“Hn,” she acknowledged, her thoughts
drifting back to the memory of the dream, more vivid than any dream
should be. Again the blood began to flush her cheeks.

“There's more?” Michael prodded, sensing
she hadn't told him the whole of it.

“Well...”
she tried to organize it all into words, that wouldn't make it sound
too risque. “Even though I know you guys were there, no names
were used... and there were other people there that I knew... but I
don't know... does that make any sense?” She felt another chill
slip up her spine, and thought oh Kami, I thought this was
over with as she watched the
goose flesh appear on her forearms.

“Ok, so no names were mentioned, that's not so
remarkable... since you were among friends.”

“Only
my name, by one person... while he was... talking to me...” and
she glanced at her oh Kami, this is the last time ever I do
this analyst.

“What was he saying to you, Kagome? Did you
understand him, and not the others?” Michael noticed an
increase in the brightness of her rosy cheeks.

“Oh... stuff....” she stared straight ahead
at the road winding before them, “yeah, I started to understand
him... he just talked... you know...” she squeaked in too high
a pitch.

A
dawn of enlightenment slowly crossed his features, as he realized
what she was not
saying, and the lecher in him was unleashed, unceremoniously.

“OH... MY... GOD!!” And he began laughing
heartily.

“Huh?” The chills had turned into something
else now, and a cramping sensation deep in Kagome's gut began to
annoy her, temporarily displacing her embarrassment.

“Our sweet, adorable... VIRGINAL Kagome.... had a
WET DREAM!” Michael announced, turning to her with amazement.

“Uhng...”
she moaned as she slumped slightly behind the wheel. Well,
it's out now.

“So... “ he moved in closer to her with
anticipation, “who was the guy??” His eyes gleamed, “Tell
me it was me... oh, please!!” And he laughed some more,
alternately slapping his thighs with delight.

“It wasn't you, baka” she muttered, under
her breath.

“So
that is why you have been such a beast this morning!!” And he
set back into his seat, assuming a position of deep thought, arms
crossed, hand rubbing his chin, as he considered the possibilities
among his acquaintances to match with his dearest friend. Sally
was right, she needs a man in her life.

Kagome
winced, as she felt a wave of sensations overwhelm her, and she
shuddered noticeably. Something is really not right...
she thought, as a panic swiftly set in, and then a twinge in her
midsection pulled her attention from the road, as she grabbed at her
stomach, eyes wide with fear.

Michael gasped as the car swerved, out of control,
into the wrong lane, and with lightening speed he grabbed for the
wheel, and pulled... just as an oncoming vehicle slammed on it's
breaks, skidding to an awkward angle, and Kagome did the same leaving
them haphazardly stopped in the middle of the highway.

“Kami!” She wheezed, as she looked across
the highway to the limo they had just narrowly missed.

“My god, Kagome... do you need a doctor??”
Concern contorted Michael's features.

“I don't know...” she shuddered again,
looking at the limousine. “You drive, Mikey-kun...” and
she slid across to the passenger side as he jumped from the car to
circle around it, where he was met at the midway point by the limo
driver.

“Hey, I'm really sorry about that,” he
apologized, “my friend isn't feeling very well so I am taking
over the driving, is everything OK with your people?” He
glanced across to the black stretch limousine, the windows darkly
tinted so he could see no occupants.

The driver was a short man in his middle years,
overweight and breathless with the exertion of the run across the
highway, as he looked at Michael, then leaned to look into the car at
Kagome.

“My Lords,” he panted, “wish for me
to inquire about your well being.” Michael looked at the limo
again, to see a back window slide down several inches. Peering, he
still was unable to clearly see anyone.

“Your... LORD??” He asked, incredulous at
the archaic reference. Who could these people be??

“Forgive me...” and the fat man shook his
head smiling, “I mean... my employer. Is everything alright?
Is your friend injured?” And he tilted trying to get a better
look at the girl, who seemed to be hugging herself with distress. He
then bowed to Michael, slightly.

“My companion will be fine, we will be on our
way. Any necessary attention will be available at our destination.”
He replied, hoping it would dismiss any further inquiry. “And
your people? No damage I hope...” he really didn't want the
delay of getting the authorities involved, it was apparent that
Kagome was not well.

“All
is well with my Lords, though they are impatient
to get home.”

“As are we,” and he forced a smile at the
man. “Please tell them that we apologize for causing a delay,
and thank them for the... concern.” He caught a glimpse of
silver white hair beyond the tinting of the open window.

“I shall, sir.” And the driver bowed lower
this time, “Good day to you.”

“And to you,” responded Michael again
forcing a smile, as he watched the man run back to the limousine, and
lean to the window, obviously making his report. He quickly jumped
into the driver's seat and buckling his belt, he said, “Let's
get out of here, that was just... weird.” And he started the
car and gunned the motor. Looking in the rear view mirror at the
diminishing scene, he added, “something about that limo gave me
the creeps... hey... you should belt up.”

“In a minute, it's starting to subside.”

“We should be at the retreat soon, your mom will
know what to do.”

“Baka Youkai,” she muttered low, through
gritted teeth.

“What did you say, Kagome?”

“Stupid, stupid, stupid Demons... Momma said I
could sense them, but she never said it would HURT!”

“You don't think that those were Demons in that
car, do you??” he was aghast.

“That fat little driver was one...”

“No... no way...” he shook his head. It
was unbelievable, impossible.

She straightened up a little to test the level of the
discomfort, then satisfied she took a deep, cleansing breath, as she
buckled the safety harness.

“The strongest ones were inside the car...”
and she closed her eyes, trying to envision Goshinboku, but instead
finding those eyes of molten gold, gazing at her... and amazingly,
this comforted her.

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