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          Kagome mechanically showered, not really noticing her surroundings. Inuyasha's sudden anger at her bothered her. For the life of her, she couldn't figure out what had sparked it.
          She clamored out of the shower and wrapped a fluffy white towel around herself. Her long, tangled black hair flopped around her shoulders and she stared into the mirror as she slowly began to comb the wild mass out. Suddenly her eyes caught on a dark shape laying on top of the white wicker hamper.
          She whirled around and grabbed the offending object and stormed into the living room where Miroku and Sango were playing a videogame on the Gamecube. By the looks of it, Miroku was losing miserably. "Do you know what that idiot did?"
          "Who?" Sango asked blankly, "Miroku?"
          "No!" Kagome snapped, "Kimadora!" And threw the irritating object at her.
          "He forgot his wallet?" Sango asked curiously. Could this be the cause of Kagome's anger?
          "Didn't forget a towel, but the stupid moron forgot his own wallet!" she seethed.
          Sango frowned, Inuyasha seemed to have a habit of leaving his possessions in inconvenient places. She frowned at the leather square in her hand and frowned as she passed it to Miroku, who held his hand out for it.
          "Well, now we have to return it to him!" Kagome grumbled crossly.
          "Whoah. . . I thought you said you weren't dating him. . ." Miroku trailed off, eyeing a small, slightly wrinkled picture.
          "We aren't." Kagome snapped, and grabbed the picture away from him. Kagome's face smiled brilliantly from the picture, and had her arms wrapped around Inuyasha's neck. He smirked confidently at the cameraman, though he looked unhealthier than he did now.
          They were obviously on a boat of some kind, because the railing and an endless expanse of navy blue water stretched out behind them. Kagome frowned and flipped it over. On the back, in elegant, neat handwriting, "With all the promises of tomorrow! Love, Kikyo" was written.
          "Wow. . .no wonder. . ." Kagome mumbled, examining Kikyo's face again.
          "What?" Miroku asked.
          "Remember when I said Inuyasha thought I was someone else when he first met me? He though I was her. Gee. . .no wonder. . ." Kagome murmured, curiously as she handed the picture to Sango.
          "Yeah. . ." Sango bit her lip, "You're almost a dead match. . .but your eyes are bluer. Hers are, were almost gray."
          "Yeah. . . this means we can't just throw it out, doesn't it?" Kagome muttered as Sango handed the picture back to Miroku, who was digging through the rest of the wallet curiously.
          "Dude!" He exclaimed, "That's not all that's in here. . .look!" He held up a wad of cash. "There's like six thousand bucks in here!"
          "Oh man!" Sango gasped.
          "Great!" Kagome sighed, then smiled adoringly at Sango. "You're going to return it to him for me, right?"
          "Nope."
          "Sango! Please!" Kagome pleaded.
          Sango shook her head, "I'm the officer investigating him. I can't just waltz up to his house."
          "Sango!" Kagome growled, "That's nonsense!"
          "Hey, that's my story and I'm sticking to it!" Sango laughed.
          "Miroku. . ." Kagome fluttered her eyes sweetly.
          "Nope!"
          "Fine! You useless people!" Kagome snapped and stormed out of the room to get dressed.
          Miroku laughed and glanced at his watch. "Holy crap! It's 12:30! I've got the early shift tomorrow!" he remarked and stood. He darted around the couch, but suddenly slipped and landed heavily on his rear.
          "Oh. . .watch, Miroku. Kagome was dripping all over the floor." Sango warned belatedly, amusement filling her voice.
          "Thanks. . ." Miroku grunted in reply.