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Finding Kagome

Chapter Thirty Six

“Good grief!!
Put that. . . that . . . FANG away!!” Kagome sputtered
pointing at Tetsusaiga. “There's no danger here, why would you
DO that??”

“I. . . w-was
just. . .” InuYasha's focus shot back and forth between the
two, his mouth working, though not very effectively. All he had
seemed to accomplish was to piss Kagome off, and that was the last
thing he had wanted or intended to do.

Heaving a sigh, he
transformed his sword as he slipped it back into its scabbard,
giving the illusion of an extremely large blade sliding into a very
narrow encasement.

Michael watched this
in awe, then exhaled markedly in relief, still uncertain what had
just transpired. He reached a hand behind his neck and rubbed at the
spot that was still tingling in its expectation of a mortal blow.

“Brandishing
that . . . that THING at
him WASN'T the answer!!” Her face had reddened with her anger
which seemed to radiate waves of heat that blasted the hanyou. “You
can't force him to accept you . . . any more than I can . . .”

“Kami, Kagome .
. . I just . . . I'm tired of all the fighting.”

InuYasha reached his
hand down to grab Michaels arm in a traditional warrior's grip, and
easily pulled him to standing. All the while Michael guardedly
watched the scabbard that held the now untransformed sword.

“Damnit, I mean
no threat to you, monk.” InuYasha's tone was gentle, and
Michaels eyes lifted to pierce those of the hanyou intensely for a
moment, neither relinquishing their grasp of the other's arm.

Michael looked down
briefly and shook his head. “Don't call me that.” Meeting
InuYasha's eyes once more he took a deep breath. “My name is
Michael Andrews . . . not Monk, or Hooshie, or Bozo.”

“Not Bozo. . .
Bouzu.” Golden eyes softened as he explained, “That's
what I called Miroku. . . I called him . . . priest.”

“Oh,”
uncertainty crossed his features with the monosyllabic response.

“And you thought
all this time he was insulting you . . . oh Mikey. . .”
Tentatively reaching for her friend, she let her arm drop as he
pulled away from both of them.

“I've got to go
change,” he mumbled, not meeting their eyes.

Kagome watched him as
he skulked his way up the stairs and into the house, brushing at the
dampness on his legs. She could feel InuYasha watching her, and she
pointedly folded her arms before meeting his gaze.

But her heart dropped
into her stomach when she saw his chagrined expression. Ears flat
against his head, it was like they were just . . . gone. His whole
countenance was mournful and it broke her heart.

“InuYasha . . .”
Kagome uncrossed her arms and reached for him. “I . . . I'm
sorry I yelled at you.”

“I had it
comin'. . .” he pulled his eyes from her, then glanced at the
tree. “I honestly didn't mean to scare him.”

“I know . . .
he's just . . . overwhelmed I think. It not like him to be so . . .
so mean.” Kagome took his arm, running her hand along
the fabric of his sleeve. “I don't know how to make it all ok.
I wish I did. . . I love you both.”

She hugged his arm.

“But he . . .
can't have you,” pulling his arm from her, he suddenly reached
behind her and swooped the shocked woman up into his arms, which
jerked a little squeak from her before she giggled. Kissing her
forehead he jumped easily up to a high branch of the old walnut tree,
and settled back against the trunk. Dropping smoothly to a sitting
position he gathered her into his lap.

Kagome was breathless
for few seconds as she adjusted to the change of perspective, as well
as the insane butterflies which suddenly attacked her stomach as a
result of his enveloping proximity. After spending a whole night
every bit as close as they were at that moment, this felt vastly
different. She idly fingered the unusual necklace that he was
wearing.

His presence had been
unbelievably comforting while they slept. He had shown no
expectations other than to be allowed to hold her. It was all
entirely new ground for her, and it was as though he understood that.

“You do
realize,” he tilted his head to read her expression, “that
I have no intention of letting you go.”

Kagome's brow
furrowed.

“I certainly
hope not. . .” she looked down toward the yard below them.
“First off. . . I'd fall.”

“That's not what
I mean,” he took her chin bringing her nose next to his, “and
you know it.”

“I think. . .”
her lashes veiled her eyes as they lowered to his lips, “I do.
. .”

“Good,”
his voice was low and sultry, inviting and yet at the same time
demanding. “Now. . . are you gonna tell me what the fuck it is
that Kouga is after?”

“Huh?” She
pulled back to find dusky golden eyes locked onto her. Wasn't this
the part where the hero was supposed to kiss the girl? So much for
relying on movies and romance novels for guidance.

“You heard me .
. . You know what it is . . . spit it out,” his tone hadn't
changed, barely over a whisper, seductive and warm, and while it
stirred those rampant wings barraging her insides, the subject matter
was disconcerting. The contradiction of the moment unsettled her
completely, and she focused away from her inquisitor. A swimming
flash of memories from the day before on the beach settled to one
moment. Kouga, grasping her shoulder almost painfully as he
snarled at her, “Shows how much you know.”

“What has he
ever been after?” Squirming slightly, she attempted evasion.
She knew it had to be the Jewel, but there had seemed to be so much .
. . more. The lies and the half truths the demon had rained on her
yesterday had brought her to her knees. Too many confusing thoughts
cascaded in her mind and a straightforward answer to his question had
become impossible.

“Other than you?
Who the hell knows. . . that chaotic bastard never did make any
sense to me,” he pressed his forehead against the side of her
head, a deep breath and she knew he was smelling her hair again.

“He's got a mate
. . . and a pregnant one at that . . .” she muttered, noting
the sound of Michael sweeping up the broken mug on the back porch.

“Damn straight,
and you're spoken for . . .” he brushed back her hair and
traced her neck with his lips causing her to shudder as electricity
shot through her entire being. Just a breath in her ear he whispered,
“Talk to me, Koi . . . please . . . I can't protect you
unless I know everything.”

How was it he could
question her and torture her so lovingly at the same time? He hadn't
been in her life more than a day, and he could play her like a finely
tuned instrument.

“I. . .”
the chime of the house phone interrupted her and she flinched at the
sound. “I bet that's Momma. . .”

“Wait . . . Not
so fast . . . C'mere. . .” he pulled her tightly to him and
dropped his lips to hers, enveloping them with his own in a demand
that she instinctively responded to. Fisting his hair in her hand,
she felt as if she were falling, forever falling.

“Ah, I found
them . . . Kagome!” Michael called. “Ouna wants to know
exactly 'WHO' is here? Your message was a little vague.”
Michael spoke into the phone, “You know that old sing song,
Ouna. . . Two little love birds, sitting in a tree. . .”

“MICHAEL!!”
Kagome broke contact and winced
at the thought that he had just implied to her mother that she was
too busy making out to take the call. She didn't miss the light
blush on InuYasha's cheeks as he glanced down with confusion at the
man who was sporting a mischievous grin.

“Yeah,
his name is Caleb and he's a biker . . .” he continued,
casually. “No, she didn't like the one I picked, that
engineering student? Yeah . . . so she found one on her own. I
know, I thought it was a little fast too, but . . . I think she
likes the bad boys, to be honest . . . no, I don't think he works. .
.”

“Kami!!
Mikey!! Your really cruisin' for it!” She growled, rounding her
fist at her friend as InuYasha slipped off the branch and brought
them down from the tree in a single smooth movement. She held onto
him tightly, not accustomed to the sensation of the drop. Mikey was
making her sound like she was actually looking to get involved with
someone. . . anyone. . . like a tramp.

“DON'T
LISTEN TO HIM MOMMA!!” InuYasha's
ears flattened at the screech, as he set her on her feet and she ran
to cuff Michael on the shoulder, with a pronounced, “Beast!”

Michael's
smirk was unrepentant as he handed her the phone.

“You're
really an ass, aren't you?” InuYasha growled.

“Momma?
Kami, Momma . . . it's . . . noooooo, Mikey is just being a jerk.”
Kagome crossed her eyes then stuck out her tongue in a childish 'nyaa
nyaa' fashion at her friend, then moved up the stairs and into the
house for more privacy. “It's . . . yes, Caleb Inudono . . .
but Momma . . . yes, he rides a motorcycle, Momma . . . But . . .
but. . . No!! He's not like that!! Momma!! Will you listen??”

Michael
folded his arms with a smug expression, then matched the scorching
challenge in the hanyou's glower.

.~ooO0Ooo~

Hojo
sat back on the couch of his third floor walk-up transfixed on the
small screen of his laptop. The orders this morning had been clear,
he had two weeks to accomplish the task at hand.

No problem.

And in exchange he
would have Inudono's ass handed to him on a platter. Equal ground,
Kouga had said. No tricks. No special powers to work around. A
clean shot.

Then Kagome would
be his. For good. No more foul mouthed hanyou to yank her out of
his arms.

The first step was
to set up the website, simple enough. But the blank screen in front
of him was daunting and it mocked his resolve.

Setting up the
proxy was easy enough, it was important that the origin of the
material not be easily traced. Routing everything through the
University's system would give them the anonymity that was required.
Kouga had said there were factions of his tribe that would not be
pleased, and there was danger involved in how they would try to
silence this 'movement' they had planned.

But the youkai
leader had made him his human left hand. Perfect really, since Hojo
was left handed. He had explained that his mate would always be at
his side, but that Hojo would be there too, as his 'ningen
liaison'. A leader in his own right, now it was up to him to build
the following.

The trust that had
been placed in him warmed him to his core. There was so much truth in
what the youkai said, truth that had been hidden . . . veiled
throughout the myths of his ancestors. Kouga was quickly becoming
more like family to him than his own blood.

Soon he would have
it all, rank, privileges, and the woman of his dreams.

And
she really was a dream. The first time he laid eyes on her. . . he
knew her. With those
watery blue eyes, pouting lips, with just the hint of a cleft in her
narrow chin. That thick, wavy, chocolate brown hair piled into a
tail atop her head, she had completely captured his heart. Then she
smiled. . . and the sun came out, even though it was the middle of
the night. And that temper, Gods.
. . she was even more beautiful with her face bright in anger. He
could have taken her right there in the restaurant. . . such
passion! A woman who reacted so intensely just had to be a fire cat
in the sack. He'd had to sit down to conceal his growing 'reaction'
to her outburst.

He had stayed in
the water for the same reason. That little swimsuit she wore had
driven him to distraction, with her languorously long legs and the
collar enhancing her already ample bust line. He couldn't keep his
eyes off her, or his hands from touching her. It had been
embarrassing when he acted on impulse at the arcade.

Mike
had explained her outburst at the mall, though it honestly didn't
make much sense. He had told him she was untouched, never having
dated really. . . yet she held onto something from the past, some
idea of a former life and someone she
only knew of from her dreams.

He had understood
that much. She was the shining, living personification of his own
dreams.

Kouga knew. Kouga
had understood from the start. Kouga would make it right.

She would
ultimately be his.

But he had to earn
her.

And it all started
with this first step, the mocking blank page.

Reaching for his
beer that had been warming on the end table beside him, his eyes
narrowed and his brain began to work.

88*88*88*88*88

Selene looked up from
the file on her desk to find her captain standing beside her,
examining her with his arms folded. She released the breath she had
been unconsciously holding. She'd heard him make his way through
the desk heavy, albeit people shy office, being a Sunday, and her
hopeful expression faded on seeing the look on his face.

“You want the
good news, or the bad news first?” He asked, his head tilted
slightly.

“I don't get my
consultant, I take it,” she dropped the pen from her cramped
hand and her chair creaked noisily as she sat back and massaged it.

“I'm sorry,
Rodriguez.” His lips thinned and he uncrossed his arms, rubbing
at a temple. “It wasn't for lack of trying . . . His record
. . .”

“Kicking out a
window is a federal offense now?” She snapped, looking up from
rubbing the sore muscle between her thumb and forefinger.

“Just let me
finish!” His tone officially chastising her, she schooled her
obstinate expression.

“As I was
saying, his record is exemplary, barring that incident the other
night. Or better put. . . nonexistent,” he shook his head in
a mildly confused way. With the legal system as it was, it was a
rare bird that made it to the age of 25 with not one mark on their
sheet. “It's the funding. . .”

Selene slumped in her
chair. It was always about money. Everything seemed to carry a
price tag, even doing what was right. She swore under her
breath, not seeing her superior's observations of her reaction.

“You ready for
the good news yet? Or do you want to pout a little longer. . .”
he asked, recrossing his arms with a raised brow.

“Fine. . .
what's the good news?” she cast him a sidelong glance.

“It seems we
have a contract with City College. Something new . . . we have some
students coming in on Tuesday from the Administration of Justice
Department. They're all yours. Use them wisely.”

“Greeeaaat . . .
I get to babysit . . .” She frowned and rubbed at her eyes
with one hand. “That's about all the 'good news' I can take . .
.” she perused the paper chaos that her desk had become, and
began closing folders. “I think I'm over it for today,
Cap.”

“It's the extra
hands you need to get through that pile you seem to be so fond
of. . . supervising is a better term, these are bright
kids.” Glancing at his watch, he put his hand on her
shoulder, which drew her attention first to his hand then to meet his
concerned expression.

“Why don't you
go home and take a nice bubble bath, soak this out,” he
pressed his thumb firmly into her taught shoulder muscle, eliciting a
low groan from her. “Thought so . . . You could use some R &
R.”

“Riiiight. . .
I'll just run right home and do that,” her tone dripped with
sarcasm, as she jerked her shoulder out from under his touch. A
bubble bath . . . typical male suggestion to an overwrought female,
the thought made her want to scream.

She was more concerned
with the damage control she was going to have to face when she got
home. She just knew Michael was being a baka, there was no
telling what she was going to find.

Hopefully her house
would still be in one piece.

~oOo~

Selene
couldn't help the sigh of relief at seeing her placid little house
still intact, as she pulled into the driveway. Glancing at the
passenger seat, she felt a pang of guilt for ferreting out the few
files that she had, hiding them inside her over sized jacket. But
she needed to get some feedback from Caleb on some of the oddities
cataloged at the scenes. Her hopes were that she would be able to
convince him to actually go with her
on a follow up, unofficially of course. Damn the funding crisis.

Killing the engine silenced her 'background music'. . . and on
opening the car door she was immediately assaulted with what
appeared to be a continuation of the argument from the night before.
Heated masculine voices carried all the way to out the driveway, she
was surprised that none of the neighbors were outside investigating.

Bursting through the front door and down the hall, Selene found all
parties present and accounted for in the living room. Mikey was
sporting a pair of her sweatpants, which seemed a bit odd, and Caleb
and Kagome were dressed for an outing apparently. Caleb was wearing
his hat, and Kagome was in a blue turtleneck and her only pair of
jeans.

So wrapped in their mutual anger, neither of the men had noticed her
entrance. Kagome however was cowered in the corner of the couch,
covering her ears, face wet with tears.

“If
I didn't know better, I would swear you were jealous!!”
Shouted the hanyou.

“Don't
make me laugh!! Jealous??
Of YOU?? Oh HELL no!
You aren't taking her, damnit!! I won't allow it!!” Michael was
beat red and scowling.

“It's not like you have a choice, baka!! You're not her old
man!! I'm taking her!! I can't BELIEVE how you screwed things up with
her mother like that. Just another fuckin' boulder for me to have to
jump!!” His voice hoarse, he turned his furious glare toward
her movement as she approached Kagome. “He's warded the fucking
doors, Sally.”

“YOU!” She pointed at Michael then toward the kitchen,
“OUTSIDE!!. . . cool your heels. I'll talk to you in a
minute. . .”

“But. . .” he seemed to bark, as he motioned toward
Caleb with both hands.

“Don't you DARE 'but' me, Monk!! GET OUT THERE!” Selene
squared her stance, she was more than ready for a good scrap, and she
didn't really care who's ass she kicked at this point.

“Just goddamn GREAT!!” He threw his arms up in
frustration, then slammed the butt of his hand on the top of the door
jam as he passed through it. The room seemed to vibrate from the
force of the action and Selene blinked at the now vacant portal.

“What about the damn doors??” Caleb demanded, hands on
his hips.

“YOU!! IN THERE!!” she snapped back and pointed toward
Kagome's room. “Not until you cool off, I want to know what
the hell has happened here!”

“The FUCK?!?” He gaped at her. “Ain't there some
kinda law about keepin' people prisoner??”

“You heard me. . . can't you see what you two have done to
her?” She motioned to the very distraught Kagome still cornered
on the couch, now burying her face into a throw pillow. “Now
GO!! Let me talk to her. . .”

“Shit. . .” his remorse evident on seeing Kagome, he
moved toward the hallway door, stopping to glance back with a final
word. “Michael really screwed things up with her mother . . .
he made us both sound . . . bad.”

“'Gome, what happened??” She sat next to the woman who
was more like her little sister, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“I . . . I'm not sure . . . InuYasha was going to take me for
a ride on his bike, and Mikey had already warded the doors.”
She wiped her nose on the sleeve of her turtleneck, then sniffed
noisily. “He said he wasn't letting me out of his sight.”

“What's this stuff about your mom?” Selene brushed at
Kagome's bangs with her free hand.

“Oh, Kami!” Fresh tears formed at the mention of the
fated phone call. “He made me out to be a trollop!!”

“Trollop?” Selene's brow creased. Kagome had read
entirely too many Gothic Romances for her own good, apparently.

“You know. . . bouncing from one guy to another like a. . .
a. . . whore or something,”she dashed at her eyes with the
back of her hand. “He made InuYasha out to be evil incarnate,
at least to my mother. . . the big-bad-hairy-biker come to defile
her daughter.”

“Didn't you tell her? I mean who he really is??” Selene
demanded.

“After hearing what Mikey said, she thinks I am delusional, or
on drugs . . . probably drugs supplied by Caleb Inudono . . . Oh
Sally!!” She threw herself into her friend's arms.

The Monk was long overdue for a good ass-whooping. Selene knew he
could be sneaky and underhanded if it was ever called for. But this
far out distanced her expectations for the kind of trouble he might
cause in her absence. She grimaced with guilt when she realized it
had been her own idea to ward the doors. But that had been to
prevent possible theft of the Jewel.

“Does Caleb know about . . . your necklace?” Kagome
shook her head against her shoulder. “So where were you going
to go??”

“Just out . . . for a ride,” her voice was muffled, and
she pulled back. “He just got his bike yesterday, and he wanted
me to show him around town. I wanted to take him down to the wharf,
it's such a pretty day.”

“Why don't you go wash your face, honey . . . I'll talk to
them.”

The last thing she wanted was for Caleb to break one of her windows
to get out, so she detoured to Kagome's room first and tapped on the
door.

“Yeah,” came his muffled reply.

Opening the door, she found him sitting at the head of the bed,
back against the headboard with his hat dipped over his eyes.
Raising it, he scowled at her.

“I just wanted to make sure you know,” she stepped in a
short pace, “the windows have latches, so they open easily. No
need to break them.” She smiled her sweetest smile.

“O-ok. . .” the confused expression on his face as he
cast a glance at the window then back at her almost made her want to
laugh. Even if he weren't the legendary Dog-boy, she could see why
Kagome had grown so attached to him so quickly. He was adorable.

“Hey, Sally . . .” he sat forward with a look of
concentration. “What's Michael's weapon of choice?”

“Weapon? He's not really much of a fighter . . .” She
considered a moment. “Why?”

“If he were to fight in a challenge, what would he use?”
He pressed.

“Are you considering challenging him?” Worry washed over
her features.

“Words
aren't workin' . . . I couldn't really
hurt him, you know that, right?” He took his hat off, and set
it beside him. “I dunno how to get through to him, it's a last
recourse. . . so what kind of weapon?”

“Does there have to be a weapon? Why not just hand to hand?”
She sat on the edge of the bed, considering the ramifications of what
he was trying to say.

“I got unfair advantage,” he flexed his claws. “I
couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't get cut. No blood . . . no
bloodshed between brothers . . . understand?”

“You know, I think I do. . .” she bit her lower lip. The
level of honor in that simple statement was refreshing. And that he
considered Michael as a brother, even after all the jabs and hateful
comments, spoke volumes. “He used to belong to a renaissance
group, he told me once. They had competitions. This was a long
time ago, long before I ever knew him.”

“Competitions, like . . . tournaments?” He sat forward
with interest.

“Yeah, he said he did pretty well with a quarter staff. I've
never seen him actually fight before, though.” She watched his
ears twitch as he processed what she had said. “You mean it . .
. that you wouldn't intentionally harm him?”

“Just want to make a point . . . He's too damned possessive
of Kagome. It's like he thinks that she's his . . . and she ain't .
. . she's mine.”

“You're really sure about that. . .” it was more a
statement than a question.

“Never had a doubt, not once I knew for sure who she was,”
came his response. He fingered the rosary thoughtfully.

“Don't worry about her mom, she'll come around. Ouna has a
second sense about things. . . once she sees you, she'll understand
. . . and all of Mikey's meddling will be for nothing,” she
reached over and gently squeezed his shoulder. “Trust me on
that.”

“I sure hope you're right,” he sighed plaintively. “Her
momma's trust and belief in her is so important to Kagome.”

“That's the thing, she's never lost that. . . and I don't
think she's lost it now,” Selene offered him a warm smile. “You
just don't look the big-bad-hairy-biker type, anyway.”

“No . . . He's my Dog Prince in the soft red haori . . .”
Kagome quickly pounced onto the hanyou that was occupying her bed,
nipping at his neck and causing him to blush deeply with an
apologetic look at Selene.

“I'm gone . . . “ She rose to give them some privacy,
but stopped short on her way out. “Oh one more thing . . .
'Gome, tell him what happened with Taki that day . . . I think he'll
find it. . . interesting.”

“Uh . . . ok,” came a muffled response, before Kagome
brought her head up and pulled a narrow braid out her mouth. “mmm
puppy hair. . .” which made the hanyou laugh heartily, as she
dove to his neck again.

Maybe Ouna was partially right, Kagome wasn't delusional but she
certainly seemed delirious. But being so deliriously happy could
hardly qualify as detrimental.

Now to give the monk a piece of her mind.

She found him sitting on the steps which led down from the back
door, a large tumbler full of coffee sitting next to him.

“You
know. . .” she dropped to sit down next to him, “You
should probably switch to decaf. . . you,
my beloved . . . are wound entirely too tight.”
She picked up the tumbler, and finding it lukewarm, took a drink.

“Hey, that's mine damnit . . .” he muttered half
heartedly, taking the large plastic cup from her. “Get your
own.”

“Oh I see how you are, hogging all the good stuff. . .”
She mock pouted at the loss. “I like mine black anyway. That's
too sweet. How much sugar you put in there, anyway?”

“Sour grapes, sexy girl. . . sour grapes. . . It's got just
the right amount,” he held up the cup with a flourish. “It
tastes perfect.” He drank deeply.

“So,
you going to tell me what happened? What all. . .” she motioned
toward the house, “that
was about?”

“He's trying to take her away, and I won't let him . . . it's
that simple.” He stared off at nothing in particular.

“I'm sure he would bring her back, Mikey,” she looped
her arm into his, and felt him tense at the action.

“You don't know that,” he cast her a sidelong glance.

“This is about more than just letting her go out, isn't it?”
She tightened her grip on his arm, and rested her head on his
shoulder. “Kagome isn't your little girl . . . she's not your
sister, and she certainly isn't your wife . . . so what's your
problem?”

“I.
. . it's. . .” he stumbled uncharacteristically for words. “I
love her, Selene . . . I just can't stand the thought of anyone
taking her away, maybe hurting
her . . . or worse, using her for their own gain.”

Selene sat in silence for a time, chewing on what he had said. It
was no more than she expected to hear. But why did she get a twinge
in her midsection at hearing the words 'I love her'. She refused to
fall into the trap of jealousy, yet there was more behind that simple
phrase than concern for a friend. She could feel it. And it didn't
feel good.

“Caleb feels the same way, you know.” She moved to the
step below, and wedged herself between his knees in an effort to
meet his eyes. “She's in love with him, Mikey. I've never
seen her so happy, and all you can do is try to spoil it. That trick
with Ouna was really underhanded.”

He averted her eyes, looking past her shoulder.

“Yeah, I know,” the barest hint of regret showed in the
narrowing of his eyes. “I kind of went a little overboard, I
guess. But. . . she was going to tell him, all she was waiting for
was Ouna's blessing, and I . . . I couldn't let that happen.”

“Why
not? He is who he
says he is. . . Who Kagome
says he is. . .” She put her hands on his shoulders and dipped
her head around to finally capture his eyes in her own.

“Yeah, well . . . I'm not convinced,” she could see the
lack of conviction behind his words.

“I don't believe you, Monk . . . I think you do believe it,
deep down where it counts . . . but you are fighting it for some
reason. . .” she kissed his cheek, then rose from her knees.
“He's our best hope against Kouga. You know that's what Kouga
is after, and the only way Caleb is going to be able to truly protect
her from him . . . is if he knows all of it.”

“I'll
protect her, we can
protect her.” He grabbed for her hand, but she pulled away,
standing over him.

“Right
. . . you and your wannabe ninja moves and little scraps of rice
paper . . . I know for a fact that
I am no match against a full blown youkai,” she shook her head
sadly. “Ouna's got it all wrong, it's not Kagome who's
delusional . . . it's you.”
She frowned down at him. “I don't know what you did with my
Michael, but I really miss him and. . .” her voice caught
roughly, and tears stung the back of her eyes, “Damnit . . . I
really want him back.”

Selene could hear the sound of the Ducati racing down the street as
she ran back into the house to lock herself in her room. She hoped
they had thought to put the screen back on the window.

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