InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Kagome vs. the Modern Era ❯ Reflexes ( Chapter 13 )

At 7:45 AM on Monday morning, Kagome stood in front of Taishou Technologies, Inc., blinking with comically widened eyes at one of the tallest skyscrapers in downtown Tokyo, while clutching Sesshoumaru’s business card tightly to her chest.

Kurama had woken her up earlier. She insisted that he return to his apartment to change and that she would meet him and the detectives at Sesshoumaru’s office building. Kurama had initially protested, but Kagome wouldn’t hear of it. One shower, change of clothes, and a cab ride later, here she was.

She glanced around the area, on the look out for any member of Kurama’s team. Her eyes were met with a vast sea of high-class businessmen and woman, hastily trudging down the sidewalks, briefcases in hand and noses buried in the financial sections of the morning newspaper. Kagome sighed heavily and thought, ‘Just what have these bakas been doing for 500 years? I can definitely picture Sesshoumaru in an expensive suit, but Inuyasha? Not a chance. Not unless it had fire-rat detailing sans buttons and zippers!’ She giggled rather loudly to herself and received some odd looks from the surrounding flock of pedestrians.

‘No sign of Kurama and the boys,’ she sighed heavily and gazed at the large rotating door occupying the entrance. ‘I’m sure they won’t mind if I go on ahead,’ she thought. Her nervousness and anticipation were definitely getting the best of her. In the back of her mind, she knew she should probably wait for the detectives, but reuniting with her two favorite inus and the other kitsune in her life was just too tempting to put off for another fifteen minutes.

The lobby of the building was nearly as opulent as the outside. An expanse of glossy, black marble flooring decorated with sleek, white leather couches and various flower arrangements welcomed the miko. At the far end sat a large reception desk where a very old, bird-like woman wore a headset, squawking at the callers in different languages and redirecting their calls appropriately. Kagome waited patiently for the shrill-voiced woman to notice her. After five minutes, the woman’s beady eyes settled on her and asked snootily,

“May I help you?”

Quelling the urge to throttle the woman, Kagome sweetly replied, “Yes, I have an appointment with Sesshou–,”

“Taishou-sama?” corrected the woman, completely cutting off Kagome. “Name?”

‘That dog bastard is SO going to hear about this.’ “Higurashi. Kagome Higurashi.”

The woman paled and recovered quickly, “H-Higurashi-san! Pardon me. Ah, yes! You’re a bit early, but Taishou-sama said to send you up as soon as you arrived. Are your companions present as well?”
“No, actually, they aren’t. They should be arriving shortly, however,” said Kagome, looking towards the doors as she spoke.

“I see. I’ll direct them when they get here then,” she noted then continued, “If you take the elevator on the right to the sixty-third floor, Taishou-sama’s secretary will be waiting for you. Just give her your name, and I’m sure he will be right with you!”

Kagome just nodded her head and smiled, vaguely wondering about the woman’s abrupt shift in attitude.

She entered the elevator and punched the appropriate buttons. Humming the tune of the unidentifiable musak, Kagome began fidgeting and tapping her high-heeled foot to the cheesy beat. Around floor number forty-five, the anxious butterflies in the miko’s stomach began to flutter.

‘Kami, this is the longest elevator ride ever!’ her mind screamed.

She glanced up at the floor numbers, where a bold fifty-seven was now illuminated. ‘Almost there.’ As the elevator climbed to floor number sixty, Kagome felt a giant tingle of demonic power, almost like a blanket coating the elevator walls. ‘That’s odd. Well, I guess not considering there are at least three powerful demons up here. I can sense at least seventy weaker demonic auras on floors sixty through sixty-two. This presence in the elevator feels more like a barrier, however.’

Ding!

The doors opened and Kagome entered a posh seating area with plush evergreen carpeting and a rather expensive looking black, leather sofa with matching chairs. Sesshoumaru’s secretary, Kagome presumed, looked up and smiled at the miko. Kagome smiled back and noted that the woman wasn’t human, but definitely hanyou. The half demoness had long, chocolate-colored hair, pulled back into a neat ponytail and the most familiar turquoise eyes.

“Welcome, welcome! You must be Higurashi-sama!” chirped the young hanyou. “It’s so nice to finally meet you! Wait right here, ‘kay?” The woman scurried off and disappeared into the darkness of a long hallway.

‘Interesting. Those eyes… where have I seen them before?’ thought Kagome as she seated herself on the sofa. Then it clicked. She wasn’t just hanyou, but kitsune hanyou! ‘Maybe she’s related to Shippo!’ Kagome clasped a hand over her mouth to stifle her gasp. ‘Oh my Gods! My little Shippo! I bet he has a mate and tons of babies running around.’ She frowned when she thought of all the things she had missed because of the time distance. Then, another thought occurred. ‘Does Inuyasha have a mate? Pups, even? M-Maybe this was a bad idea.’

The unexpected realization caused a flurry of emotions to well up inside Kagome. She knew Inuyasha was no longer hers, hell, she had moved on with Kurama, right? But the thought that the hanyou could just pick up with his life and act as if she had never even existed made her feel uneasy. ‘Why am I feeling like this? I just wanted him to be happy, remember? Of course a mate and pups would make him happy. I-I thought I’d be fine if I found out he had lived a long, successful life full of joy. Gods, I’m acting like a jealous ex-girlfriend! Quit being selfish, Kagome!’ she scolded herself. ‘Can I really do this?’

She glanced down the hall that the chipper kitsune hanyou had trotted down. ‘No one’s coming yet. Maybe I could make a break for it, ne?’ She casually stood, stretching nonchalantly, while keeping the unoccupied hallway in her line of vision. Her eyes switched to the elevator. Then back to the hallway.

Elevator. ‘We can leave things as they are. No complications. No goodbyes. Just endlessly wondering about each other.’

Hallway. ‘He’s not the only one waiting for me back there. What about Shippo and Sesshy?’

Elevator. ‘Can I really go on living a normal life when I know Inuyasha is still alive?’

Hallway. ‘What if he waited for me, even after how I left things between us?’

‘Kagome Higurashi, you are a coward.’

She turned to dash towards the lift, when a voice put an abrupt halt to her decision.

“Running away already, miko?”

‘Perfect timing, as always!’ screeched the flustered Kagome mentally. Her body turned back towards the source of the voice.

There stood Sesshoumaru, arms crossed over his broad, regal chest with an all-too-amused smirk on his handsome, chiseled face.

Kagome pouted cutely and whined,

“Mou, Sesshy! Are you telekinetic now, too?” She ambled over to the inuyoukai and took a good look at him. “You don’t look to bad for being what? I’m estimating over a thousand years old?”

Sesshoumaru groaned, “You need not remind this Sesshoumaru of his age.”

Kagome giggled. And giggled. And giggled.

“What, pray tell, miko, is so amusing to you?”

“I missed that,” at the curious quirk of his eyebrow she continued, “This Kagome has missed you, that Sesshoumaru.”

Sesshoumaru merely rolled his eyes. “Your antics will never cease to amaze me. I have missed your presence as well, miko.”

Kagome looked up to him like she wanted something, and, with another dramatic roll of his amber orbs, Sesshoumaru opened his arms. Kagome accepted the awkward hug with a giant, breath-taking smile.

When they parted, Sesshoumaru commanded, “Inubaka is wearing the carpet in my office thin. The kitsune and his mate will be here shortly.” He pivoted gracefully on his heel and proceeded down the hall. Kagome sighed and took that as her cue to follow. Sesshoumaru flicked his hair over his shoulder and continued, “Also, I believe the Spirit Detectives have just arrived to the building. This Sesshoumaru shall see to them while you meet with my brother.”

“Be nice, Sesshoumaru,” huffed the miko. Recalling the events of Sesshoumaru and Kurama’s last interaction, she added, “and no more chokeholds!”

“Hn,” was Sesshoumaru’s noncommittal answer. He came to a halt before a tall, oak door at the end of the hallway. “After you and the baka have spoken, bring him to the conference room one floor below; there is where this Sesshoumaru and the detectives will be.” With those last instructions, Sesshoumaru left Kagome.

Kagome gulped and reached for the shiny, brass doorknob. She could feel Inuyasha’s anxious youki just beyond the wooden entryway. ‘Well, it’s now or never.’ She entered the office, pulling the door closed behind her and keeping her head down. ‘You’re being too dramatic!’ she scolded herself.

Finally, Kagome Higurashi raised her head and there he was.

Inuyasha froze midstep from his pacing the second Kagome finally opened the door. He halfheartedly thought she was just going to stand outside contemplating forever. The hanyou turned to her and felt the air from his lungs catch in his throat.

Kagome didn’t even try to conceal the happy waterworks. ‘He’s here. Oh, Kami, Inuyasha.’ All the anxieties and worries fled from her small frame. The hanyou she had left behind was just as she remembered. Inuyasha’s ears flickered slightly. His unruly mane of silvery white shrouded that handsome face she knew very well. A red, oxford shirt rolled up to the elbows with the top three buttons undone encased Inuyasha’s muscular upper body. She noticed the kotodama rosary peeking through. He wore a sleek pair of charcoal grey slacks with a pair of polished black shoes.

Inuyasha was doing a very detailed head to toe of Kagome as well. The silky, onyx tresses he used to run his finger through were loose and pooled around her soft shoulders. She was wearing a cream colored, short-sleeved blouse with some ruffled detailing along the button-down front. She also wore a high-waisted, black knee-length pencil skirt that hugged her thighs and hips. Inuyasha was trying to desperately contain his composure as his gaze slid along her sexy calves, down to her dainty toes that peeked through her leopard print peep-toe pumps.

Their eyes met for the first time in 500 years, and the dam broke.

Thud. Kagome dropped her handbag and lunged.

The inuhanyou and unnamed miko from legends that saved the world tightly embraced. Kagome sobbed for her best friend that she was ripped away from for so long and for the centuries he had been forced to live without her. She felt his warm breath on her neck, and tried to form words, but only whimpers and nonsensical sounds emerged.

Inuyasha read her mind though and whispered soothingly, “I-I know, I know,” over and over while the miko cried; his own orbs were misted over with tears that had already been shed over five centuries. “Keh, stupid girl,” he continued, but there was no bite in his words. Inuyasha nuzzled into her hair and inhaled deeply. Her scent, that lovely, wonderful, beautiful scent, minus the kitsune stench which he blatantly bypassed, made his head spin. He noticed that her shoulders had stopped shaking and pushed her gently out of his embrace so that he could look get a better look at her face.

Kagome was sniffling and still clutching onto his biceps. Inuyasha wiped some stray tears off her face and let a near silent gasp escape his lips. ‘Beautiful.’ Again, he was staring into her brilliant blue eyes.

“Hi,” said Kagome, looking away innocently. “’Been a while, hasn’t it?”

The hanyou had to laugh. ‘Same old Kagome.’ “Damn right! We finally found you. I guess dear old Sesshykins is good for somethin’ after all!”

“That he is,” sighed Kagome nostalgically. She cupped Inuyasha’s face and almost timidly, spoke, “You’ve grown Inu.”

Fighting the urge to blush uncontrollably under her intense scrutiny, Inuyasha replied, “Keh, if you’re trying to call me old, don’t. That job belongs to the runt.”

“I can only imagine. What I mean is you look the same, but your eyes give you away, they always have.” The miko dropped her arms back to her sides. She fixed Inuyasha with a serious gaze and continued, “I’m sorry. I-I should have been more prepared in case the jewel returned me to my world. We always knew it was a strong possibility, but I guess I was kind of in denial about it ever actually happening.” Kagome paused as she felt the oncoming of another round of tears. “It was so hard. Not knowing what happened to you, Shippo, everyone–whether or not you all were dead. I never wanted to leave. I would have stayed, you know? The feudal era was my home.”

“Kagome,” breathed Inuyasha, “Listen to me. It happened for a reason, a fucked up reason, but a reason nonetheless. As much as it pains me to say it–you didn’t belong there, not really,” taking a deep breath, he added, “Believe me, I’ve had five centuries to think about what happened that day you disappeared. I never want to hear you apologize for things out of your control, you hear me, bitch? Neither would Miroku, Sango, or hell, even Kaede-baba.”

Kagome was speechless. All this talk of the past was really wearing on her heart, but she felt relieved to finally have her friend back. ‘He really has grown,’ she acknowledged as she nodded to the hanyou in front of her. ‘And still calling me a bitch.’ Kagome couldn’t contain her giggle at that. “Say it again.” At Inuyasha’s puzzled expression, she elaborated, “You called me ‘bitch’.”

‘Shit.’ Inuyasha’s eyes widened because he had said it without even thinking. His heart lodged in his throat as he turned his back to her. “I-I… Damnit, I can’t.” He clenched his eyes tightly shut and gritted his teeth, remembering very well Sesshoumaru’s account of her kitsune suitor.

Confused by his sudden change in attitude, Kagome put a hand on his shoulder and asked, “Inuyasha?”

Inuyasha tensed at the feeling of her delicate hand on his person, but relaxed quickly, bringing his own hand to rest atop hers. Knowing that he needed to answer, he quietly and solemnly whispered, “You’re not mine… not anymore.”

Kagome closed the distance between herself and Inuyasha and pressed her cheek against his strong back. “Inu–,”

Kagome was cut short by the buzzing intercom stationed on the corner of the office’s desk. Reluctantly, Inuyasha withdrew himself from Kagome’s warmth and angrily flicked the blinking button. “What?” growled the hanyou.

“Otou-san no Baka, quit hogging Kagome all to yourself!” came a smooth, yet excited male voice from the speakerbox.

Eyes widening at the unfamiliar voice, Kagome felt the bile rise up her throat. ‘Oh, Kami! I-Inuyasha has a son? An adult son?’ She stumbled a bit and plopped down in the nearest chair.

“Pipe down, runt! We’re on our way,” muttered Inuyasha, effectively ending Shippo’s call. “Guess we should head– K-Kagome?” He bolted over to her and shook her shoulders gently. “Hey? You still with me, wench? Snap out of it!” yelled Inuyasha in her ear.

Kagome shook her head and glared at the loud hanyou. “I-I’m fine, maybe a little on the deaf side now, but I’m just peachy,” snapped the miko, letting her emotions get the best of her.

“What the hell, wench? Quit acting like a space cadet then! What’s the matter with you?” barked Inuyasha, standing up abruptly.

Her reflexes kicking in, Kagome huffed, “Sit, boy!”

For the first time in 500 years, Inuyasha was reacquainted harshly with his second largest nemesis, the ground.

“Oh, Kami! Inuyasha, I-I… it just came out!” said Kagome, frantically rushing over to Inuyasha’s prone form. “Are you okay? I can’t believe I just said THAT! Please, please don’t hate me! My head is just spinning with all this new information, and then I have so many questions about the past and what has happened to you and the others. My emotions are a little haywire right now. A-And then to find out you have a-a… a son? I mean, I’m happy for you, truly, I am. I just never–, after you and me, and the well closing–”

During Kagome’s rambling tirade, the spell had worn off. Inuyasha silently and slowly stood, listening to the miko’s nonsense. ‘Good to know some things don’t change over time. Stupid fucking rosary. What’s the wench on about now? Hold up?! Did she just say a s-son? Silly girl, always jumping to conclusions.’ With a sigh, he let Kagome finish her comments. Now she was staring at him expectantly, looking as if he was about to sentence her to an execution via guillotine. She looked so cute, and if he didn’t know any better, innocent staring up at him with her doe-like cerulean eyes. ‘Keh, innocent my ass. That wench can be rough when she wants to be.’ Shuddering at some of the more explicit details of their past, he shifted uncomfortably, trying to disguise the rising tent in his pants.

“Kagome, stand up,” said Inuyasha gently. He extended his hand to her and pulled her up onto her high-heeled feet. Looking at her guarded expression, he chuckled and said, “That was Shippo on the intercom.”

“Bu–? He said,” flushing an adorable pink and realizing her assumptions were completely wrong; she straightened her skirt and tried to muster up some sense of dignity. “Interesting.”

“Yeah, the runt may sound different now, but he’s still a twerp and the number one pain in my ass!” said the hanyou. “However, he is my son in all senses, except by blood.”

Genuinely happy after his explanation, Kagome felt proud of both Inuyasha and Shippo. “That’s wonderful.”

“Yeah, yeah,” shrugged Inuyasha. “Anyways, the runt will just call again if we don’t get to him soon.” He snagged her purse off the floor, offered Kagome his arm, and asked with a trademark smirk, “Shall we?”

Kagome’s breath hitched in her throat. Surely she hadn’t forgotten how devastatingly sexy Inuyasha was– or is. She just nodded and accepted his arm, silently contemplating her wayward thoughts.

As the pair exited Sesshoumaru’s pristine office, Inuyasha’s nostrils flared and caught the enticing, heady scent of Kagome’s arousal surround him. ‘Maybe there’s hope for us yet, my Kagome.’

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