Rose: Ello :D.

Dark: (Silence)

Rose:… Not one word out of you.

Dark: yeah yeah... whatever.

Rose: (cries in corner) KURAMA SAY THE DISCLAIMER! T.T

Kurama: (magically appears) Umm… I would ask why she's crying, but I think I know... Anyway, Kurama'srose… Or rather My Rose, does not own anything other than her OC's and whatever stores and what not that she adds, everything else belongs to their respective owners... Would you like a cup of tea?

Rose: (jumps to her feet) YES PLEASE!... Oh, on with the story! :D!

Warnings: Minor language… Maybe.

Chapter 7: Purpose

Officially Keiko and Botan were going shopping alone, but Yusuke had everything planned to where he and Kurama were going to follow. They need to see if this girl was a threat or whatever was up with her. Kurama did have a sneaking suspicion it was partially had to do with Keiko.

Now they were hiding slightly in the shadows of an alley way, waiting patiently for Ami to show up... Well Kurama was anyway, Yusuke was absolutely fuming. "How could Keiko just randomly ask a girl to go shopping with her? Doesn't she know there are crazies in the world?"

Kurama said back in a much calmer tone, "Yusuke, I'm sure this Ami person isn't dangerous. It's possibly a spell gone awry. Either way, we will have it all sorted out soon." He gave a reassuring smile to him, before turn his eyes towards the mall.

The girls were chatting standing around the entrance, a blonde haired girl walked up to them, smiling slightly. Keiko happily waved at her; they conversed together for a moment before she and Botan lead, Ami into the mall. Kurama gestured for Yusuke to walk with him.

(Time skip to after *did anyone really want to read about a shopping trip? I think not*)

Ami was running down the street to where the book store was. It had taken her forever to end the shopping trip with Keiko, and was now paying for it by racing to her, "appointment" with Inari-sama. The possibility that a goddess wanted HER, of all people, to help her with something was really intriguing.

She came to a slow stop as she stood in front of the store. Her fingers twitch to touch the handle, but a sense of dread filled her. "All I want is to do whatever I was brought here for, and leave. That's what I need to tell her..." Ami thought just as she pulled the door open and went inside.

As she entered a few customers were leaving with dazed looks on their faces. Ami was slightly pushed out of the way as they left through the door. She turned as Damon walk out from behind the counter. He smiled softly, "Well, I'm glad you returned. It would have been very… How to put this, bad if you had not."

Ami frowned at him, glancing at the door before asking, "What did you do to those people?" Damon's eyebrow rose slightly in confusion, but the look was quickly replaced into a calm smile. "They merely all had to leave… So I naturally put it into their heads that the all had something to do."

She nodded her head slowly. Damon's face then took on a serious look, "She is waiting for you. Come." As he turned on his heel and walked to the back room. Ami hesitated for a moment, before following him. As she touched the back room door, and felt a weird tingle shoot up her arm.

Ami took a deep breath, and followed Damon through. As she stepped behind the door, she felt as if the scene changed around her from a regular back room, to a temple. Ami blinked in confusion, but continued to follow Damon deeper into the area.

All around her was gold and silver statues, they depicted many beings. Ami noted that there were Greek gods, and Egyptian gods, amongst others. Why were they all here? Wasn't this for Inari-sama? Just another question to ask. Ami shrugged and continued to inspect the walls as they walked further.

Everything around her was brightly colored and looked as if it was painted gold. The walls looked as if it could've been pure silver. There were also pictures on the wall she saw. Some were of ancient heroes fighting very old monsters, she even saw Odysseus tricking the Sphinx, of all things.

But as she went forward, she saw different stories that she didn't know, but they did look more modern. They looked less like pictures that people used to paint, and more like photographs. She stopped at one which looked highly familiar; it had a boy holding a lightening shaped gold thingy, in front of a large wave. As she stopped to stare, she realized that it was from a book she read.

'What was it called?' Ami thought. Damon politely cleared his throat. She turned on her heel and saw he was standing before a silver door with a crescent moon (1) on it. He smiled calmly towards her, "Please just go through the door. Inari-sama is waiting." Startled, Ami asked, "Wait. Aren't you coming?" He shook his head and said no more. Turning on his heel, and walked back down the corridor.

Ami felt anger flash through her system. How dare he give her a tampered book! Drag her to a world where she doesn't know anyone! (Personally that is). And the worse thing out of this was; now she had to stand before a goddess/god (2). She chided herself under her breath, "You're not going to get anywhere here if you just continue to do nothing!" Taking a deep breath she pushed open the door.

As she entered she stood in the most beautiful throne room. It quite literally took her breath away. Every piece of furniture gave off a slight glow. The walls were covered in tapestries showed images of humans offering dishes of rice and various other food dishes to a lovely woman sitting atop an inhumanly large fox.

From what she could tell the chairs were much like Egyptian lounge chairs (3) and one even was a litter, or a sedan chair. But above all things was the main seat, which sat a woman whose eyes glittered with the flickering candles. Her eyes seemed to glow brighter as a smile crossed her face; watching Ami approach.

(End!)

(notes)

(1) Yeah yeah yeah. I know it's so over used, but I happen to like the idea that Inari is aligned with the moon in some way. I know he/she really isn't but wouldn't it be cool?

(2) As I stated above, Inari has really been depicted as both a man, and a woman. For the benefit of this story he/she will indeed be a she. Why? Well, I always think a woman is much softer then a man… Don't you?

(3) To be perfectly honest, I've only seen pictures of Cleopatra laying on a lounge chair while talking to Marc Antony. I really don't know if there was actually any chair like that in Egypt. So please don't take my word for it!

(End Notes!)

Rose: I feel like I could've done more, I've just been having one bad case of writers block. My mind has been just about everywhere but on this story (NOT AN EXCUSE! I know how annoying those are)

Dark: (pats arm) It's gonna be all ok, I promise Rose.

Rose: O.O" Uhhhh… Thanks Dark? That's a first

Dark: Yeah well there's a first time for everything.

Rose: Okey dokey… Weird. But anyway, this chap is dedicated to TWO people.

One is Mr. Riyadh Jones. Honey, if you hadn't been there at the most awkward moments of this summer, I doubt I would be here writing. Thank you so much! And when you come home from boot camp I'm going to give you a hug :D!

And also to my reviewer PiNkBuN17, for reviewing all of my chapters in a row! You totally need to give me a nickname to call you though… Your name is to long lol. Thanks to all my awesome reviewers! Until next time! Laterz