All characters mentioned below belong to none other than Rumiko Takahashi and her brilliant mind.

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An unfamiliar scent emerges from the corner and the dark-haired girl finds herself quickly shuffling backwards on the carpet before standing on her feet. She runs a hand through her locks and covers her nose in disgust with the other. What was that?! She smelt traces of banana as well as peanut butter, a combination only familiar in HIS signature banana-pickle-peanut butter (and God knows what else) sandwiches. How it ended up under her bed, she hadn't the slightest clue.

Maybe that's what the rat she encountered under his dresser was searching for!

She groans and quickly covers her mouth, hoping the thin walls didn't amplify her presence in his room. After all, it was forbidden for a girl to enter the male dorms. Sister Catherine would have her head. Or worse yet, she'd have to spend repentance polishing the benches and the confessionals of the church. If there was one thing Kagome hated, it was cleaning. Maybe it was due to the fact that before boarding school, her sister would force her to clean everything. Maybe it was the cleaning solvents that made her nose itch.

She lays backwards on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Where was she going to find it?!

She glances out the window and is shocked to see night beginning to settle and lights start to flicker on outside. She sits up immediately,bringing her wrist to her face, she focuses her brown pupils at the short and long hands of the clock. Less than 20 minutes remained before he would be released from practice, he'd stop and reject a couple of girls flaunting after him(because there will always be girls flaunting for his attention), get a signature sandwich from the cafeteria and walk down to his dorm to find her ransacking his room for the art project piece that she KNEW he had taken.

Then again, you could just stay and admire him for a while. I'm sure his "just out of swimming practice" look would make you forget all about that little arrowhead.

Her mind wastes no time before envisioning him in his half-naked, abs glistening, his rumored crescent tattoo on his shoulder. His long, godly silver tresses dripping as he looms over her, gold (or is it Amber?) pupils watching her before leaning in, leaving her frozen in her spot...

ENOUGH!

The raven haired girl pats her cheeks hoping the usual pinkness that arises when she thinks of him, had not appeared.

No more distractions! My name is Kagome Higurashi, I'm 16 years old and currently attend St. Inu Catholic Boarding school. I have an older sister, a best friend and a cat, Buyo. And I most definitely do not have a crush on Lord-freakin fake- Charming.

That idiot boy had done all he could to make her life here a living nightmare. All the stupid taunts and tricks, she endured, but messing with her art piece that she had spent countless upon countless nights awake making tiny pieces that would form her masterwork? There was NO way she was going to let this go. She was here to find that tip of the arrow, the part of the sculpture that he refused to acknowledge he had stolen. And Sister Mary stood no chance when he batted his eyes and made her fall for his stupid charms! That conniving rat.

Now, she had searched his room for hours, battling the urge to pick up and fold his clothes, unsure of what he would do if she was caught, and regretting missing the 4 o'clock confessions. And on top of that, her skirt was wrinkled. This is the last straw. If he was going to play this game, she'd make sure to have the last laugh. No one messes with Higurashi and gets away with it. He knew how important this was to her, so what could she take hostage that he would miss the most? She makes a turn of the room and finds nothing important. He was rich. If anything went missing, he'd probably just send for more.

She lays backwards on the bed once more, giving in. She was kidding herself. She probably had less that 5 minutes and he would burst in. The thought of removing herself and acknowledging a plan foiled brushed through. She could leave and he would be none the wiser. Instead, she pulls his pillow towards her, and his scent envelops her. Smells just like him. She smiles softly, clutching the pillow close. Maybe denial was not just another river in Egypt. Maybe just maybe, harboring the slightest bit of fondness for him wasn't completely incomprehensible. After all, his eyes were so seductive. And his voice, oh so very alluring and his lips, what she wouldn't do to get the chance to feel them against her own. There was also the fact that she couldn't help overhearing all the other girls mention stealing glances at his gorgeous muscles. (Not that it made her jealous or anything. Because she wasn't)

Kagome lets out disappointed sigh and moves to get off his bed. Her eyes flip back to where she placed the pillow and she reaches under, fingers pulling out a small paper. "My dearest Miko" was scrawled in the corner. His dearest? Oh yes! Why had she not thought of looking under the pillow earlier?! Happy to gain a form of leverage, she gets up and moves towards the door, flipping the card over.

She stops in her tracks, eyes widening slowly. The picture was from the garden on campus. She could tell because the only other place with the same design was the Château de Villandry in France but this was definitely here. The girl wore the skirt and blouse uniform of the school. Even though she faced away from the camera, her head was turned over her shoulder, as if regarding something in the far distance. Kagome remembered. It was her father's death anniversary, just last Tuesday. Why..why did he have a picture of her? A picture with "My Dearest" written on the back?! Still in shock, she makes her way towards the door but connects into a tall frame. Force of habit, she mumbles a sorry and looks up to meet the eyes of the one and only owner of the picture.

"What has brought you here Miko?" His lips curve into a small smirk, his nickname for her rolling off his tongue. His eyes saw right through her. And she couldn't help staring back into them.
"Ah...Sesshomaru. What are you doing here?"