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Twelfth Night by nb

Prologue

Twelfth Night

Miroku had shared that with her, and Kags was going to help him with whatever revenge he needed. Miroku had told her that he intended to carry it out himself, that he wanted her to pick up on the school duties should he fail. No way was Kagome going to go along with that.

She understood the pain, the humiliation of not being able to help.

Kagome had never been one to pursue those who had done wrong against her.

But helping Miroku do it...

...it felt right.

In the company of Miroku, and Miroku's friends, she felt as if she had 'come home.' She was comfortable here.

She was going to help Miroku out when the time came, even if just for giving that to her.

Meanwhile, Kags was anything *but* comfortable. Miroku, having caught up to the fact that she was a 'virgin,' was hell-bent on giving her sex-ed. So here she was, at Miroku's place, surrounded by his thugs,

'Well, not exactly THUGS, but all the same...

with nowhere to run.

'Sex-ed!!! Like hell I need it! I'm a godamn girl!'

While she fumed, Miroku only patted her on the head for the glare she gave him. These days, most guys backed off from that glare.

There had been a few events where she had needed help, but then again, who didn't?

"Now Kags. I know it's a tiiiiiiny little bit embarassing for you, but you need to know the basics as a healthy young seventeen year old."

Everyone laughed.

Kagome could only groan.

"Puh-lease, Miroku! I can figure it out for myself."

"No you can't."

Miroku put a restraining hand on Kags shoulder as she tried to slip away,

Anything to get out of this situation!

"I'm sending you on one of the errands I told you about. "

A yellow haired hulking piece of muscled monk cut in.

"Ooh, little Kags is going to- "

"Don't butt in, Jankotsu."

That caught her attention. She stopped in her tracks.

"Errands, like...

...the ones where I'm going to play messenger boy?"

"Yup. And, well... "

" Well, what?"

"It's not just about being a messenger boy..."

" I know that."

Here Kags looked at Miroku suspiciously

"Are you saying that I don't have enough guts to persuade whoever it is to 'extend the hand of friendship that had been bestowed to our predecessors, Sesshoumaru and Kouga, to Miroku Houshi, the next to-be Head of the Shikon High'?"

Leaning in, and dropping her voice to breathy sounds, she whispered against Miroku's ear seductively, earning some mirthful cat-calls.

"Are you saying that I'm inadequate to persuade them into extending that hand in exterminating a certain... "

"No! Damn it Kags..."

Face flushed, Miroku levelled her a look that told her.

"I'm not going to pull you into that, and that's final."

And quickly turned away to whine at their audience.

"Oh why, oh why, do I have to bear the brunt of Kags' advances? Kags, as fair as she can be, is a man! How could I possibly answer to her devotions, tempting as she is, when naught but disaster awaits!"

Theatrical as always, a mock-fainting Miroku was answered in like.

"I could!"

A black haired, red-eyed serpent youkai that oozed bi-sexuality answered with an enthusiastic kiss, which Kags couldn't defect due to her bound limbs.

"Mmmrgh! Mmmmmmmrngh!"

'Should have asked beforehand what kind of snake youkai he was. What the fuck am I supposed to do with a fucking boa constrictor wrapped around me?!'

"Aw, Izumi back off. We all know that the day Kags turns even this much homo will be the day when Hell freezes over."

Gesturing with his fingers, a platinum blond phoenix youkai with ice-blue eyes smirked at them.

"Yep! Atta boy, Susumu! Now all you've got to do is to pry his coils off..."

Kags was beginning to get light headed from the attention Izumi was giving him. No matter that Kags was most certainly not interested in Izumi *that* way, a good kiss was still a good kiss, what with an ultra long, forked tongue tickling the roof of your mouth.

"That stupid bird just doesn't know where not to stick in his beak, right, dear?"

Kags' slightly gazed look was lost on Izumi, but not to a red-haired blur.

After a little scuffling, Kagome had yet to regain her feet, but was able to breath comforably enough. Shippou, red-haired and green-eyed, was a young fox demon that seemed to have become quite attached to Kags. About the same height as Kagome, he looked quite the dashing young man, and made Kags seem all the more feminine as he held her in his arms. Glaring at Izumi, he said,

"Keep your hands to yourself. He's nice enough

not to be troubled with nightmare material."

As Izumi opened his mouth to retort, Miroku cut in.

"Now, now, boys. We need to get to work. You know Lady Kagura is a mission I've undertaken from Sesshoumaru. I'd do it myself, but... "

Everyone in the room sniggered. Their memory of when Miroku had come back, limping with a sore back, was hard to forget. Who would have guessed that even a smooth tongue and violet eyes couldn't get you past the infamous Wind Bitch's guard?

"By the way, Shippou, I think it would be nice of you if you put Kags down."

"Um, yeah. Right,"

Kagome surpressed a sigh of relief as Shippou finally

"Kags, you alright now?"

Wiping her mouth on her shoulder, Kagome replied,

A/N Now, aren't I one hell of a good author to update soo many chapters in one day?

I have a question. If there are no answers, I'll continue on like now, but I just wondered. Do any of you want to hear more on what Kags/Mir do as 'everyday business'? I'm not writing it now because it'll become boring, and because I intend to move on to some more +interesting+ 'business' in a few chapters. And a few other harmless titbits here and there...

AND!

I have a feeling that this is going to become pretty long. SO, if you're wondering when the hell I'm going to get to the yummy parts, well, rest assured. There are going to lots, and lots, of yummy, yucky, slightly gruesome, quite violent, -and I repeat here- yummy stuff. IF you're patient enough to bear with me.

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