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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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DISCLAIMER: I do not own InuYasha and company, however I
DO own an overactive imagination...

Chapter
Twenty Six

Meanwhile
back at the retreat...

“Okay,
that was just a little weird,” Sally commented as she walked
into the kitchen.

Kagome
was busily transferring her energy into a kitchen knife, leaving it
sit on the table with a soft pink glow. Selene gaped at the process,
not sure which was weirder, her phone call or what her best friend
was doing.

“What
do you think?” Kagome inquired, quite oblivious to Selene's
discomfort.

“What
is it for?” Sally slipped her hands behind her back and
cautiously examined the knife as it lay there, like one would study
an uninvited scorpion in their cereal bowl.

“Momma
says it's a defense. I can send energy through a projectile, and slow
down or even stop demons. Aunt Kagome could kill them with her
arrows, that's what Shippou was talking about when he told me to
practice my archery,” she frowned at the knife. “I don't
like the idea of killing anyone. Especially after getting to know
Shippou...”

“Let's
hope it doesn't come to that,” Selene tried to smile
reassuringly, but failed.

“What's
wrong, Sally?” Kagome turned to give her friend her full
attention, eyes full of concern.

“I
just talked to my cousin on the phone, she wants us to come out to
her beach house on Saturday . . . she wants to introduce us to her
new boyfriend,” she went to the coffee maker and poured herself
a cup, then leaned back against the counter.

“You
don't sound very happy about this,” observed Kagome.

“She
was asking questions about youkai,” she took a sip of the
coffee, her brow knit. “They didn't sound very hypothetical
either.”

“There
you are! You abandoned me . . .” Michael mock pouted, before
pulling Selene in for a warm embrace. “Who was that on the
phone?”

“I
was trying to not wake you up!” she protested, setting
her cup down before he spilled it for her. “It was Miranda, she
wants us to come out Saturday. She has a new boyfriend she wants to
show off. One who claims to be an authority on youkai. Something
doesn't feel right about it to me.”

“We're
going, right?” Michael looked at Kagome then back to Selene for
agreement.

“You
two don't really get along that well, are you sure you want to?”
Selene asked worriedly.

“It
was a silly misunderstanding, I never meant to insult her . . .”
reached to grab a fresh cup, and pour himself some of the coffee.

“You
insulted her cousin?” Kagome's lopsided grin suggested
disbelief, though she knew from personal experience how brazen he was
capable of being.

“I
made an offhanded comment about her profession, not realizing what it
is she does, that's all . . . I apologized!” Looking up after
adding sugar to his coffee, he noted that Selene had him fixed with
one of 'those' looks..

“Oh
Okay, so you didn't make a pass at her . . .” Kagome sounded
relieved.

“Kagome
. . .” Michael turned and fixed a glare on the table knife.
“Why are you putting the pink junk all over the silverware?”

“I'm
practicing.”

“Just
thought I would ask.” He watched as she suffuse yet another
knife with the power. “Kagome . . .”

“Mmhmm?”

“What
exactly is it . . . that you are practicing?” His tone was
guarded, observing that this was not the same thing as the moth.

“Just
the transfer . . . don't worry, the knives wont get up and walk
away,” she commented offhandedly as she concentrated on yet
another knife.

“Okay
. . . I was wondering about that,” he looked pleadingly at
Selene. “Do you see what I have been dealing with?”

“Hey,
you have your own tricks . . . Monk!” Kagome shot back
at him.

“Now
she's calling you Monk, huh?” Selene watched Kagome
warily for a moment.

“That's
who he was . . . it makes sense now why you call him that . . .
more than ever,” Kagome stopped, and blinked at her friends.
“And you . . . were the exterminator. And you were good at it,
Sally. The best. Shippou said so.”

“The
only one missing is the hanyou, and we would have the full team back
. . .” Michael sighed, “But for what purpose, none of us
has a clue . . .”

The
mention of the hanyou brought Kagome to pause.

“Something
is brewing, Michael . . . I have felt it for some time now, but it's
getting worse, stronger,” Ouna entered the room, eying the
three of them. “Selene doesn't seem to have memories . . .
while the two of you seem to remember more and more each day. That
has me concerned.”

“We
had the benefit of meeting Shippou . . . maybe that's the
difference,” suggested Michael.

“Or
what she needs to remember is too much for her,” Ouna paused
with a thoughtful eye toward Selene.

“I
will be honest, this whole demon's chasing us thing kind of bothers
me,” Sally interjected, picking up her coffee. “First of
all, I always thought of them as fables . . . like faeries and
dragons.”

“And
you don't believe in either of those, do you Selene?” The
seriousness of Ouna's expression took Selene by surprise.

“Shippou
would change her mind . . .” Kagome grinned brightly. “He
even looks like Fae folk, at least in his human form.”

“Human
form??” Selene glanced around at them. “He has another?”

“He's
kitsune youkai, a fox demon. His true form is like an overgrown
fox,” Michael grinned remembering the kitsune's head butting
against the wards Ouna had placed.

“So
I wonder what kind Miranda's boyfriend is . . .” Selene
muttered offhandedly, taking another sip of her coffee.

This
drew the full undivided attention of the others in the room.

“Well,
even when all of this was just stories, we always knew youkai were
demon's right?” she asked.

All
three nodded.

“He
told her youkai are gods, and were worshiped once upon a time . . .”
She looked at each of them in turn, her brow raised. “Doesn't
that suggest something to you?”

“This
does not bode well,” Ouna's expression was grim as she shook
her head.

“Ditto
. . .” Michael mumbled in agreement, glaring at the empty space
in front of him.

“Don't
be so glum! We should give this guy the benefit of a doubt . . .
he's probably just a mythology buff.” Kagome's cheerful tone
was like a brass bell in funeral parlor. “Even if he is youkai,
look at Shippou! He's great!”

“He
was also reared by a human, Kagome. The fact is, we know nothing at
all about this person that Miranda is with,” Michael was
determined to break past her Pollyanna attitude.

“Even
so, if he chooses to be with her, and she wants that too, who are we
to get in the way?” Kagome was determined to remain cheerful.

“It's
probably nothing, just the way she talked about youkai . . . It
sounded like she really believes that they exist and have somehow
been wronged,” Selene reached for the pot to warm up her
coffee.

“Okay,
so we go to see Miranda, prepared for what ever might happen . . .
good or bad,' Michael compromised. “Kagome, you
practice your defensive pink junk, I'll stock up on my paper junk,
and Selene . . .” he looked at his fiancée drawing a
blank. She didn't have that giant boomerang thing anymore. Even if
she did, he doubted she would know how to use it.

“She
asked me to bring my guitar . . . I guess I can provide the
background music while you two . . . colorize and papier mache
him?” she smirked. “That is . . . ” she added
offhandedly, “Only if it turns out he's a bad guy.”

Ouna
shook her head. Sally really . . . just didn't understand. And that
distant look in her daughter's eyes told her Kagome was plotting
something. She had a feeling she knew what it was.

She
motioned to Michael to follow her, as Bo entered the room with
Sally's shamisen, fully repaired to the young woman's delight.

“I
don't believe it!” she quickly tuned the strings. “You
are a miracle worker, Bo!! I thought it was a lost cause.”

This
made the big man blushed.

“My
Papa had me workin' on instruments when I was just little,” he
offered, which was a rarity.

“How
can I ever repay you?” she looked at the neck, where not a sign
remained of the abuse it had taken.

The
man looked down, still blushing. “It's payment enough to see
you smile, Miss Selene.”

Michael
caught this as he followed Ouna out of the room, a quirky grin on his
face.

“I
think he's sweet on my girl!” he told her, twisting backward a
bit to catch one last glimpse of the scene.

“I
don't believe you have any competition, Michael,” she replied,
guiding him into her office then closing the door.

“This
must be serious . . . usually you share everything openly, what's
going on?” he sat in an offered chair.

“I
believe that Kagome is going to try to do something stupid, thinking
that it is the right thing to do . . . and I want you to stop her,”
her tone was blunt.

“Kagome
and stupid are two words that should never be in the same
sentence . . . ever,” he frowned at her. “What is it
that you think she is going to try to do?”

“It's
the reason I didn't speak of the well before. I think she is going to
try to use it . . . to find InuYasha.”

Michael
stared at her, dumbfounded.

“No
one knows what happened to him. They were inseparable for the better
part of her lifetime . . . it stands to reason that she will try to
find him.” Ouna sat in her own chair behind her desk.

“That
would require a trip to Tokyo, she can't be away from her work that
long . . .” he considered the ramifications of an extended
absence from her job. “What are the chances that she could
find him . . . if she were to go?”

“Slim
and none . . . Shippou told me that he disappeared. No trace. He
spent many years trying to find him, Michael. He felt that he owed
him after years of his protection. He found . . . nothing. His
assumption now, with the appearance of the Jewel, is that InuYasha is
dead. The person that she will be searching for can't possibly
exist.”

Michael
thought on that for a few silent moments.

“So,
you want me to keep her from running off to Tokyo, is that it?”
he demanded. “She's a grown woman and can do what she wants,
how do you expect me to stop her?”

“She
respects you.” Ouna peered at him. “She can't leave . . .
not when the clear and present danger is right here in our own
backyard.”

“You
mean the attacks. . . the break in . . .” he considered what
she had said. “What you are saying is we need her here . . .
her power. . . the jewel . . .”

“Precisely.
What ever is going to happen, is going to happen here .
. . not in Tokyo, it is going to happen now, not in some
distant past. I wish I could tell you more than that, I only know as
much as I have shared with you.” Her eyes held a sadness that
he had never seen before on that face. “I am asking you to
interfere in her search for her heart's desire . . . I only wish it
didn't have to be that way.”

“Ouna,
Kagome deserves to be happy. I have a friend I've been wanting to
introduce her to that I think could really make her happy. She
doesn't like the idea at all . . .” he raised his hand to his
chin.

“Don't
ask her permission, she will never consent,” she warned him.
“Just make it happen, get them to meet . . . He's a good man?
Perhaps it will dissuade her from a fool's errand.”

“I
will see what I can do,” he promised.

“The
sooner, the better, Mikey . . . I see it on her face, and I don't
know how quickly she will try to make that trip. We can't lose her .
. . if she jumps . . . Kami only knows what she will find . . .
It's possible she won't make it back.”

The
thought stunned him.

A
soft knock came at the door, and Kagome entered without invitation.

“What
are you two conspiring about??” she grinned at them, not fully
registering their expressions. “Momma, where did you put that
old bow of mine? I can't find it . . .”

“In
the attic, little one. You will need to buy new arrows I'm afraid,”
Ouna rose to follow her daughter, the discussion with Michael was
concluded.

“Oh,
Okay . . . Sally says we should go soon if she's going to help with
the apartment. She said she is going to help out tomorrow with
security at the Opera House. They just called her. OH Mikey, did you
leave your cell at home?”

Hearing
his name Michael snapped out of his thoughts.

“Um
. . . yeah, I did . . . why?”

“Sally
says that someone from the University has left messages on her
voice mail, looking for you,” she informed him.

He
shuddered. He had hoped to avoid his adviser for just a few more
days.

“I
know what it's about . . . I'll deal with it when we get back, it's
not as urgent as all that.” It was a small lie, but a lie
nonetheless and he felt badly about it.

And Kagome knew, because he had not, could not look at her
when he said it.

He
could feel her eyes on the back of his head. It would be the first of
a procession of guilts.

~ooO0Ooo~
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