InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Universe of Illusions ❯ Chapter 8 No Phone Calls ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter 8: No Phone Calls

 

“I don't know but it doesn't feel like we're in Christmas.” said Erukiyo plaintively for the umpteenth time.

 

Souta lifted his gaze from the book he was reading and sent an accomplice look to Kagome.

 

“At least there is only a short time left.” replied his mother with sadness. “There is nothing but contests on television. It doesn't occur to anyone to put on a decent movie.”

 

Kagome stood up.

 

“I'm going to prepare some tea.” she announced. She was craving for a cup, but actually wanted to use is as an excuse to abandon the room.

 

It was true though, it did not feel like Christmas at all. A tree measuring six feet in a half, decorated with garland and colorful lights, a dozen of holiday cards on the chimney mantel and a holly wreath hanging from the entrance door appeared to mock the lack of holiday spirit in that house.

 

Perhaps it due to the weather: gray, sad and rainy, instead of a bright sun hovering over the snowy scenery that was captivated on many of those Christmas cards.

 

Or maybe it was because Souta and she were adults and no longer did they feel thrilled to the perspective of opening their presents and eating Christmas cake.

 

Yet, Kagome knew very well that those were not the real reasons why she felt saddened. She looked out the window from the kitchen to the dampened garden full of mud. It was still hard to believe it had only been forty-eight hours since her returned from Thailand. The sparkling and magical days she spent next to Sesshoumaru, a time that had elapsed outside the occurrences from the rest of the world. It was even difficult to believe that idyllic paradise existed in the same planet.

 

While they were at the island, they didn't see any other soul, not even a boat on the horizon. They lived like castaways, without any worries of wearing any clothes. Occasionally Kagome would wrap a towel around her hips and Sesshoumaru would wear his shorts, but the majority of the time it became natural for them to be completely naked.

 

Certainly, they didn't forget they were there for professional motives. During work, Sesshoumaru was just as hard with her as always. He had her posing on rocks, as a mermaid, toward the camera while blocking her nakedness with the placement of her arms. She was also photographed from the pneumatic boat while swimming in those warm waters. Sesshoumaru frequently employed the aid of a polarizing filter to avoid the excessive brightness of the sunrays.

 

However, those weren't the only shots Sesshoumaru took. There were also the more intimate ones. Some over the wet sandy shore, playing with the waves while looking at the camera laughing merely. Others were relaxing near the beach, or lying languidly on top of rocks, the silhouette of her shape defined against the luminescence of the blue sky.

 

They also made love. To Kagome it was difficult to recognize herself in the creature full of passion she had turned into. She was eager to possess the body of her lover, learning everything he could teach her about the art of erotic pleasure. And Sesshoumaru, for his part, never seemed to get enough; he would enjoy just looking at her, although one look soon followed a stroke and then an embrace, and once in each other's arms the flames of passion would rekindle, as profound as their first time.

 

Kagome tried not to think about Ami, or Yura. Maybe the rumors were not true, though he never did deny them. Yet, she didn't want to pressure him, she prefer to live in the present, pretending that that fragile illusion would last always.

 

But, like everything, that paradise came to an end. They returned to Ko Samui in the yacht and took a plane back to Bangkok. From there, Sesshoumaru left to Yokohama, with the intention of spending the holidays with Kagura, his former assistant, while she returned home to her mother…

 

 

Flashback…

 

The airport terminal was about to burst at the seams and thus, it was not an appropriate location for a satisfying goodbye. Sesshoumaru never spoke of their future and Kagome would have never dared to ask anything. For nothing in the world did she want to push him into accepting a commitment. No, if that was the end of their brief romance, she wouldn't part ways with useless tears. She had rehearsed a goodbye phrase so many times that when the time came, her words sounded empty and without feelings.

 

“Well then… dewa mata.” she said.

 

“Of course we will.” he replied with an air of irony. “You signed a contract with this Sesshoumaru. Do you remember not?”

 

“Certainly.” responded Kagome extending a hand. “Nice flight.”

 

“Arigatou. Same to you.” Sesshoumaru said taking her hand and pulling her to him.

 

Kagome tried to refuse to give in to to his hug. A chaste kiss on her cheek would have been appropriate, but a full blown kiss on the mouth, in front of all those people.

 

“Do not resist,” Sesshoumaru added softly, “unless you want to attract attention.”

 

“Sesshoumaru…!”

 

Her intention at protesting was drowned by his kiss, a kiss only proper in intimacy. He embraced her with such force as he invaded her mouth tasting her sweetness, gaining the response Sesshoumaru knew very well.

 

When they finally parted, Kagome was breathless. Her hair was a mess and her lipstick smeared.

 

“Are you crazy!” exclaimed Kagome. “Look, I'm a mess now.”

 

“I am seeing and you look fine.”

 

“Now I have to… Oh, that the last announcement of my flight. I got to go.”

 

“Do not worry.” murmured Sesshoumaru holding her around the waist again. “You still have time. Why the need to return to Tokyo so soon? You will only find boredom. Why not change your ticket and join me in Yokohama? Kagura would love to see you again. We could spend Christmas with her and her daughter Rin. And New Years Eve alone cozying up next to a warm chimney, among other things.”

 

Kagome stared had him in wonder. His sudden offer was a complete surprise.

 

“I… can't. I promised to return home for the holidays. My family is expecting me.”

 

“Call them. Tell them you will not be joining them.” insisted Sesshoumaru. “Are you not old enough to not have to follow your parents every command?”

 

Kagome felt some annoyance. It was typical of him not to acknowledge the importance of making promises; his facility to just break his promises was astonishing to say the least. Sure, it would be easy to give into the appeal of his offer and she would have probably accepted if Sesshoumaru hadn't made it apparent that the invitation was just his wish to prolong their sexual relationship.

 

`But if I were to give in,' Kagome asked herself, `how long before Sesshoumaru tires of my availability? It was more likely he would start to fool around behind her back with Ami, or leave her, like his had done to Yura. She remembered Jakotsu's wise advice: `Always leave man wanting for more.'

 

“No.” she refused. “Gome ne demo I won't break my promise. Anyways, I enjoy spending the holidays with my family. Don't you?”

 

“I do not have any family.” Sesshoumaru responded dryly.

 

Kagome gasped softly. Her ire diminished. That answer gave her a glimpse of a very different Sesshoumaru, a man who had just opened a door that gave way to a deep pain. She would have wanted nothing more than relive his pain one way or another, but Sesshoumaru separated himself from her and smiled snidely.

 

“Well then, you should leave.” he said. “You would not want to miss your flight, ne?”

 

“Sess…”

 

It was too late to say anything. Kagome was dragged by the multitude of people who were hurryingly heading to board their planes and was fully parted from him. When she spun around to say wave goodbye, he was gone.

 

End of flashback…

 

 

What would they be doing at the moment if she had left with him? Would they be cuddling together next to a warm chimney? Perhaps, they would be seeing Kagura's daughter sing Christmas carols while drinking hot cocoa, though she really couldn't picture Sesshoumaru actually liking hot cocoa.

 

Or could he be cuddling with Kagura since she didn't join them. Hopefully her daughter's not his; he didn't say `my daughter'.

 

If she had left with him…

 

She shook off the thoughts. The decision she had made was the correct one. After all, they will be seeing each other very soon, then she will learn if he was still interested or not. And if he still was… Would it be prudent to continue their relationship?

 

No, not really. Yet when you fall in love, what is prudent is the first thing one tends to forget. Kagome wished to have ended pregnant. Unfortunately, that possibility had not crossed through her mind whilst at the island, even if Sesshoumaru didn't concern himself about wearing any protection.

 

However, this Christmas morning her pregnancy test hat resulted negative. She did feel relieved; pregnancy at this point in her career was a great risk and Kami knew how she would have to manage economically-wise. Kagome had no doubt what Sesshoumaru's reaction might have been, but a son… a son of Sesshoumaru…

 

She heard a door opening and turned. She was felt relief it was only her brother entering the kitchen and not their mother.

 

“The tea is almost ready.” she informed him. “Do you want another piece of cake?”

 

“Yada, iye.” responded Souta frowning. “It was horrible. Where did you dig out such a Thing?”

 

“She made it. Oneiga, don't tell her you dislike her fruitcake.” she pleaded.

 

“Kami! Good thing you warned me. I supposed I should eat something else; it's always good to eat something else if you're going to have indigestion.”

 

“Come on, it's not that bad. And it was good she tried to make the effort, we should give her support.”

 

“Hm.” he said with a pitied smile. “Truthfully, I had no intentions of coming these holidays. I was thinking of staying with Kohaku. But when I thought of how horrible it would have been for you to be with her by yourself, I decided to come.”

 

Kagome pursed her lips.

 

“In reality, I almost didn't come. I was thinking of… going to Yokohama.”

 

“Oh really?”

 

Regrettably, Souta had the memory of an elephant and since Kagome had mentioned it was from Yokohama where Sesshoumaru had gone to, it was not difficult for him to put two and two together.

 

“There is more than just business going on between you two, ne?” he asked his sister.

 

Kagome blushed considerably.

 

“No, certainly not.” she replied hastily. “It was only… I mean, it wasn't…

 

“Souta! Kagome! Come, hurry! They are about to announced the new winners!” their mother cried.

 

Both siblings looked at each other with an accessory grin. Kagome grabbed the teakettle while Souta held the door for her.

 

“Ah, now it's starting to look like an authentic Christmas.” muttered Souta earning a laugh from his sister.

 

 

 

In January, it is cold in Paris. Even though the sun shone weakly in a limpid sky, a silver coating of ice blanketed the trees on both corners of Seine. Kagome glanced at the white roofing and towers of the Notre Dame through the passenger window of the taxi. She was heading over the left riverbank to the area of St. Germain.

 

Paris was the city of love. Though not to her, she was here to work: after one of the most frantic weeks of fittings, she will be involved in the chaotic whirl of collections of haute couture. Love was only an illusion.

 

She hadn't seen Sesshoumaru, nor had any news from him since their separation in Bangkok, she didn't even know if he was still in Yokohama. She didn't expect anything big; at least he could have given her a call to wish a happy New Year.

 

`If I could only be like Ami', she reflected. She had recovered immediately from her disappointment at the hands of Sesshoumaru. And during New Year's Eve, she had announced to the world, her engagement with Lord Myouga Ishimura, the Shikon manager.

 

The taxi arrived at a small plaza closes to the gardens of Luxembourg and stopped at the entrance of minute hotel. Kagome was left amazed. The agency had reserved a suite for her, but she did not imagine a place so luxurious. It had a grand exterior made of golden stone with wrought iron balconies. A pair of wooden flowerpots flanked the entrance with perfectly pruned laurels.

 

Undoubtedly, it was a most adequate place. The doorman, in a green uniform, came forward to open the passenger door of the taxi for her. Kagome extended the collar of her coat to protect herself from the frigid weather and quickly made her way to the hotel lobby.

 

The reception had a discreet air of splendor with its end of the century look, the walls made of walnut and objects made of crystal and bronze. Their elegant Lalique lamps gave the place a soft and golden illumination. Behind the check-in desk, a distinguished gentleman who looked from another time greeted her with an inclination of his head.

 

“Ah oui, mademoiselle Higurashi. Welcome to Paris. We hope you had a nice flight. The weather is very cold, don't you think?”

 

Kagome nodded and signed in while the receptionist buzzed the bellboy.

 

“Jean Claude will escort you to your room. We wish you a wonderful stay.” he said and turned to the bellboy, “Jean Claude, suite trios-quatorze.”

 

Kagome followed the young man to the interior of an antique wrought iron elevator, which rose to the third floor. Had she taken the stairs that ascended in a spiral form, it would have taken her half the time, but that would have been a major discourtesy in a place dominated by good manners.

 

They arrived at a long hall with doors that glowed thanks to enamel renovated through many generations. The thick wine hued carpet muffled any sounds. The walls were adorned with some admirable pieces of French fixtures, which collaborated to give Kagome the impression of finding herself in the estate of some cult aristocrat and not in a hotel.

 

Reaching room 314, Kagome searched her purse to give the bellboy a tip. However, the guy knocked softly at the door.

 

Kagome wondered why he was doing that instead of using the master key, when the door opened… And, suddenly, Paris turned into a high risk zone.

 

“Sesshoumaru!”

 

“Ohayou koibito. Did you have a pleasant flight?” said Sesshoumaru with a mocking and amusing look. “Merci, leave the suitcases there.” he turned to the bellboy.

 

He gave the bellboy a great tip and took Kagome's elbow to bring her inside the suite.

 

“Do not just stay there, koibito.” he told Kagome with a note of humor in his voice. “Come in and tell me how much you missed this Sesshoumaru.”

 

Before realizing exactly what was happening, Kagome was enveloped in Sesshoumaru's arms. He kissed her and she responded immediately. The past long days had erased from her mind. It was as if they were back at their paradise, without anything else to do but make love.

 

Yet, when Sesshoumaru lifted her up to take her to the bed, reality came back, and with that, her wrath.

 

“Ah!” she protested. “What do you thing you're doing?”

 

Sesshoumaru laughed.

 

“You must have an awfully diminutive recollection if you have to ask.” Sesshoumaru said jokingly.

 

“Let me down. What are YOU doing in my room?”

 

“OUR room.” corrected Sesshoumaru setting her back on her feet. “I just reserved it. It has been an hour since I got here from New York.”

 

“Yeah, and because of that you just expect me to sleep with you again.” she said indignantly. “Well I'm afraid you're going to have to change your plans, Matsuki-sama.”

 

Kagome turned on her slipper clad heel and determined to leave the room, but after nearing the exit door, Sesshoumaru stopped her.

 

“Where are you going?”

 

“To get another room.” responded Kagome with her nose in the air.

 

“This hotel has no vacancies. All the hotels in this city are full. It is due to the presentation of the Paris collections.”

 

“I'll manage.” she argued full of cold disdain.

 

Sesshoumaru supported a hand on the door, and while Kagome begun to watch him in fear, he placed the other on her arm. His half unbuttoned shirt showed off his firm chest. With every breath, Kagome inhaled his strong masculine scent, which intoxicated her.

 

“I will not… permit you to treat me like this.” she warned in a quivering voice.

 

“Like this?” Sesshoumaru questioned in a sweet and deep voice.

 

He bent his head and kissed the indentation of her neck, sliding the tip of his tongue slowly.

 

Kagome moved her head, trying to contain the wave of pleasures that flared within.

 

“The whole world is going to find out… you know what tends to happen…”

 

“Let them.”

 

Sesshoumaru inserted his hands through the folds of her coat and, underneath the rose cashmere sweater, traveled to her bare skin.

 

“I have nott been able to stop thinking about you.” he said nipping the lobe of her ear. “This Sesshoumaru has remembered you every single hour, your soft skin, your gorgeous hair… I almost went insane.”

 

Sesshoumaru knew perfectly how to maneuver Kagome's defenses. He kissed her eye lids and her cheek bones while caressing her back.

 

He pushed her inexorability through the room until the back of Kagome's knees hit the satin mattress. They both fell on the bed and Kagome was trapped under the weight of Sesshoumaru's body who was chuckling in between teeth with his inability to hold his mirth in.

 

`Where in the seven hell was her self-respect?' she reproached herself bitterly. She hadn't even removed her coat and her sweater was already pushed to her chest and her brassiere to her neck, exposing her naked firm and round bosom. Sesshoumaru fondled her breasts with delicacy and squeezed with the palm of his hands. Her nipples hardened instantly.

 

Kagome groaned softly. All her yearning from the past five weeks hit her hard. Sesshoumaru reclaimed his kisses again. Kagome parted her lips to give him access into the sugary depths of her mouth. The flames that were already so familiar to her renewed their fervor.

 

Sesshoumaru's expert caresses caused havoc. He knew exactly how to touch her, tracing invisible circles over Kagome exposed breasts, moving toward her harden nipples slowly until she writhed under that exquisite torture.

 

He laughed provocatively and inclined his head to blow on the ardent rose buds. Kagome shuddered in pleasure. Then he licked one and then the other, and, as if they were delicious cherries, he nipped at them.

 

Kagome burned with such urgent need, she held on him tightly. She wanted to feel the warmth of his masculine skin. Unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way was a task too much strenuous for her impatient fingers, forcing the shirt open, she sent the remaining buttons flying.

 

It was wonderful to run her hands over that masculine chest, tracing patterns with her fingers across his collarbone to his strong arms, and just being under him. She relished in the contrast between his masculine body and her feminine one.

 

In one swift jerk, Sesshoumaru lift her skirt to her waist and moved his hands to her thighs making a very interesting discovery.

 

“Nylons.” he murmured approvingly. “Nylons make of silk. Perfect.”

 

A delicious tremor coursed through Kagome's body when Sesshoumaru stroke the few centimeters of exposed skin over the top of her thigh-high nylons. Then his hand ascended to her panties pushing the white fabric to the side until revealing her silky folds.

 

“More silk.” Sesshoumaru murmured in a husky voice. “And velvet.”

 

He settled to begin initiating a most intimate caress. His skillful fingers separated her moist and soft folds to find her exquisite hidden pearl and then moved into her naked opening. Kagome reacted by screaming from the sudden wave of sensations.

 

Sesshoumaru's mouth seemed like fire as he made his way from Kagome's neck to her breasts. Licking and biting, and finally he inserted a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it harshly.

 

“What was it you were not going to permit this Sesshoumaru do?” he whispered, a triumphant glow flashed in his molten amber eyes.

 

Kagome shook her head, trying to deny how easily he had seduced her.

 

“You're a…”

 

Sesshoumaru laughed while removing her panties and pushed her back on the bed. Kagome remembered the prophesied words from Yura. How true her prediction had been. With only snapping his fingers, Sesshoumaru had reduced her into one of many on his long list of stupid women who had fallen under the same trap.

 

Yet she felt so much pleasure… When Sesshoumaru slid a hand over her slim thighs, her body was submerged in amazing sensations and Kagome rendered herself into submission instinctively. The fervor of her skin became more acute because she was still partly dressed, and Sesshoumaru completely clothed. This, after their enjoyment of being completely naked in the island, was a novelty that added an element which made the experience hotter.

 

Sesshoumaru stood up to unzip his pants. His eyes shone, full of male arrogant pride. He contemplated Kagome's nakedness, lying on her back on the bed. Her hair looked like a dark cloud, her breast round and firm crowned by two coral cherries, her spread legs sheathed in silk, offering without reserves her vulnerable core of velvety heat.

 

“Infinitely desirable.” murmured Sesshoumaru. “A pleasurable sight that is extremely sexy and ardent to be desired. Do you know how many times I imagined you exactly like this? It is a wonder I was able to work at all.”

 

Although his thoughts were only referring to sex, at least he had not forgotten her. Though if this is the only role she can fulfill in his life, then it had to be enough. Like an addict, the necessity was more important than the self-respect. Watching Sesshoumaru lower back on the bed, Kagome sat up and outstretched her arms, succumbing to the need to feel his thrusts and his length while taking her.

 

It was as if they had never parted. They moved at the same rhythmic in an erotic dance as old as the world. The friction of their clothes against the naked skin magnified the delicious intensity of the sensations. Why hadn't he undressed her? Or was it because of the frenetic urgency from accumulated need during the frustrating weeks of their separation?

 

The world around them had vanished, covered by a veil of white hot passion. Only the two of them existed in that moment of pure bliss. Kagome couldn't hear anything but their agitated breathing. She was nearing the vortex of abandonment, docile under the violent attacks from Sesshoumaru, putting all her effort to accept him completely.

 

The energy of her response was surprising. It was primitive, naked, lacking any reserves. She arched her back and screamed. And suddenly during a final savage wave, she burst into flames, and she was pulled to the peak of ecstasy, where finally Sesshoumaru collapsed in her arms.

 

A long pause took place before any movement. At last, Kagome opened her eyes and observed the suite, designed in an antique elegance. The bed, as well as the rest of the furniture, had an empire style. The headboard was upholstered in rose silk, matching with the curtains. The ceiling was decorated with white stucco and in the center hung a bronze and crystal chandelier.

 

And on the bed she spotted her white panties where Sesshoumaru had left them. With a sudden embarrassment to her behavior, she reached out to them. She put them back on and got up to straighten her clothes.

 

Sesshoumaru flip over to lie on his back. He reclined on his pillow and crossed his arms behind his head. Kagome approached a window and surveyed the scenery of slate roofs that extended all the way to the romantic silhouette of the Eiffel Tower, which cut out against the nebulous wintry sky.

 

“Have you changed your mind in regards to looking for another hotel?” asked Sesshoumaru intentionally.

 

Kagome shrugged her shoulders and turned to look at him.

 

“I supposed it wouldn't make any sense.” responded Kagome calmly. “But you could have at least let me remove my coat.”

 

“I was impatient.” replied Sesshoumaru with a smile. “And you could have allowed me to remove my shirt.”

 

Kagome felt heat rise to her cheeks at remembering all the buttons that snapped off after she forcefully removed his shirt.

 

“Oh, I'm sorry.” she apologized. “I'll sew them back.”

 

“It does not matter. I have plenty of shirts.” said Sesshoumaru, and looking at his watch he informed, “I have an appointment at two, but we have plenty of time to eat something. There is a restaurant around the corner. Is that to your liking?”

 

“Aa, sounds great. How was America?” Kagome asked in an unconcerned tone. She had decided to speak like that with him to hide the sadness she felt with his lack of phone calls.

 

“Busy.” was his concise answered. “What should I wear? The green shirt or the blue?”

 

“The green.” chose Kagome, keeping from holding the pleasure of that moment of closeness. It would be too easy to get used to him.