InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Miscommunications ❯ After Hours ( Chapter 18 )

She had no idea how it had happened. One moment, she was making a very satisfied dramatic exit; the next, she was pinned to the wall by a very domineering, if not endearing, hanyou. It was just beginning to register that his hot lips were having their way with hers and that his hands were resting in a very inappropriate manner on her derrière. Well, resting wasn't the correct way of describing it. He was squeezing it, supporting it, and, believe it or not, stroking it. And, to Kagome's utter horror, instead of doing her Sango impersonation, she was threading her fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. She was screwed, in more ways than one. How had her simple let's be friends plan deteriorated into a hot desperate kiss?

He growled as they broke for air. She was in a trance: his golden eyes were burning through her as she felt the temperature of each of her cells increase twenty fold. He was going to be the death of her.

“You want to play with fire!” He accused as he ran his hands underneath her shirt, sending electric chills to her core.

This wasn't right. She knew it. He knew it. Did anyone care?

“What do you want?” She demanded, still trying to catch her breath.

He slowly trailed his hands downward, using his claws to lightly scratch her skin. Why was it getting harder for her to breathe? He grabbed the waist of her pants and tugged at it. There was no way she could misunderstand that language. It was clear that he didn't want to borrow her jeans for a date. But, the frightening aspect of the situation was that she was actually considering it. Was she really going to risk her career, credibility and self-respect for a good screw? She bit her tongue and reminded herself that she was an ambitious and determined young woman with morals.

“I want more.” She looked at him defiantly. If she was going to put so much on the line, there was no way in hell it was just for one night. No, she would have more than that. She would have many nights of playing “Hide the Clothes.” Not only that, she wanted dates; she wanted to cuddle; she wanted to fall asleep on the couch with him after watching cheesy horror flick marathon.

He raised an eyebrow in question. “Are you sure you can handle it?”

“Don't underestimate me.” She ordered as she pushed away from the wall. He gave her breathing room. This conversation had just taken an interesting turn. If he understood right, she wanted a marathon sex night. As previously mentioned, the hanyou wasn't good at communicating. “The question should be: can you handle me?”

She wasn't sure how to interpret his smirk. It reminded her of a five-year-old, who had just realized that Santa had brought him everything he had asked for, even after running over the family cat with his tricycle on purpose. He took a step forward. She did not back down. His fingers hooked around her belt before pulling her towards him. This is what he wanted; wasn't it? Screwing without the chance of screwing up, that was what he was good at. So, why was he feeling cheated?

Kagome saw the uncertainty in his eyes, and jumped head first into the wrong conclusion. It was more than evident, thanks to his not so relaxed jeans, that he was attracted to her. The doubt wasn't due to that. That only left one other option: he didn't want a relationship. Who was she kidding? In the last three years she had be following him as a story, he had never had anything besides fuck buddies. Why would that change now? Who was she to make the difference? She wasn't even his type…or at least like the kind of girls he tended to take back to his place.

“Forget it.” She pushed him away as she headed for the door.

“What the fuck's your problem?” He demanded. Was she playing with his head, or just looking to get her ass killed.

“You!” She screamed back. “I can't believe you!”

“Me?” He yelled indignantly. “You were all for it two seconds ago!”

“I told you, Inu Yasha. I want more…I deserve better! I refuse to turn into your play thing. If you don't want a relationship, fine, but don't play me in the mean time!” She yelled as her hand reached for the doorknob. She gasped in pain as the world turned black. Her neck was on fire. She couldn't breathe. All she could do was fade into the darkness. The less she struggled, the less it hurt. Soon, she was swallowed by darkness.

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“It's happened!” Madame Centipede gasped. She was in the back room of her brothel, doing some last minute adjustments to one of her girl's dresses. She dropped the cloth as she panted. She had felt the jewel surge through her. The priestess and the hanyou had bounded.

Things were moving faster than she expected. She could only pray they hadn't consummated their relationship. She might not be prepared in time… The jewel had moved closer to the surface…consummation of the relationship would probably cause it to burst out.

Madame Centipede picked up the phone. She would tear it out before it that happened. Once it reached the surface, anyone could sense it. She couldn't allow Naraku to feel the ancient presence unless the jewel was in her hand first.

She slithered among the velvet drapes. Normally, she would have called the Shichinintai, but Jakotsu was probably not too happy with her at the moment. She wouldn't push the Agency that far. They wanted the jewel too. She would take a more daring step…she would call Naraku.

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“I don't understand why you're mad!” Miroku demanded. He was standing in front of Sango's apartment building, hoping she would let him in. His time to enjoy her was quickly coming to an end. The General had given him until the end of the month, and according to his watch, it was the 21st.

“What's so difficult to grasp, Miroku? I don't appreciate you walking me to my door dressed like that!”

“It's only a purple shirt.” He defended.

“It's the pants.”

“What about them?” He was sure glad the wind wasn't blowing too hard. It was chilly.

“You're not wearing them!” Sango protested.

“You try walking in those. I could barely breathe!”

“Did you have to throw them out the window while the car was moving?”

“I was making a statement. Besides, I'm wearing underwear.” He protested as he pulled his shirt to reveal his matching bikini brief. Sango looked away embarrassed.

“I had enough of you for tonight.” She yelled back.

“But you haven't given me my good night kiss. Everyone knows that dates end with kisses.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Sango silently prayed for a patrol car to drive up and arrest the monk for indecent exposure.

“You don't deserve one!”

“Even after taking all those bullets for you?” Miroku insisted.

“I just found out that you are on the Shichinintai payroll! Not only do you scout out customers for them, but you apparently also use their services!”

“What are you rambling about?” Miroku asked, generally confused.

“`You drive your cab downtown.'” She replied with venom filled words.

“I just work the area.”

“Scouting customers for them.” She accused.

“Like I told Jakotsu, I only pick up female customers.”

“So, then, you use the `downtown' services.”

“You're jealous.” Miroku concluded as a wide smile spread across his face.

“Of what?”

“Another woman touching me!” He threw his arms around her. “Fear not, my sweet Sango. You are the only woman for me. You are the only one I hold dear.”

“Hentai!” She screamed as she slapped him. Her momentary discomfort was forgotten when his hands hugged south of the border.

“And I will rest easy knowing that you only hit me like that.” He winked seductively before making his way back to his cab. How could a man walk with so much pride and no pants?

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Kagura sat on the couch reviewing the papers her father had sent over. She was supposed to fix the Parking Complex problem Kagome had caused. She smiled. It may be more work for her, but she didn't mind. The look on Naraku's face was worth it. She had kicked off her shoes a while back, and now laid on the couch with a file on her lap. Sesshomaru's living room wasn't very homely. It was painted a strange shade of beige that did not go very well with the blue curtains. The furniture and decorations were of the highest quality, making the room look more like a Modern Victorian Museum exhibit than a place to relax. The flat screen television looked out of place among the antique furniture, but Kagura didn't pay any mind. She might have been more comfortable in the guestroom, but she had spent too much time for her liking in that room.

She looked over to the child laying on the floor watching the television set. Apparently, this was her evening routine. “It's going to start! It's going to start!”

The screen changed as the opening sequence of Rin's favorite anime. “In a time long ago,” the voice over announcer began, “before humans and youkai coexisted, one miko stood up to the evil youkai Lords. This is her story: It's time for Midoriko and Friends!” Kagura looked up to see the animated priestess standing next to a fire-cat youkai. Rin stood up; keeping her arms stretched out, she twirled as she sang along, “Midoriko…strong heart of purification…Friend to all that is good…Come save the world from evil!”

Kagura smiled and returned to her work. There had to be another place in the city that had land that could be developed. Rin kept singing off-key, and Kagura kept working. Both were unaware of the observant eyes in a nearby office.

“Sango has a kitty just like Midoriko.” Rin informed as she sat back down to watch the episode.

“Sango?” Kagura looked at the child in surprise.

“Sango-sama…she works with Jaken-sama and Sesshomaru-sama.” Rin informed.

“You mean Sango Kizu… You two are friends?”

“She always has candy for Rin when she comes to visit Sesshomaru-sama.” Kagura made a mental note of the information, unsure why. There was something about it that felt urgent to her, as if the gods were sending her a direct message.

She returned to her work and Rin to her show. The child was quiet, and Kagura easily tuned out the television set. It wasn't until a sound track similar to World War III came on that Kagura looked up again. The show had ended, and a new, more action oriented one had come on. She looked at the child, lying on her belly with her head resting on her hands before her. “Rin?” She asked softly.

No response.

She kicked the girl softly.

No response.

Kagura sighed and stood up. There was no sense in letting her stay there. Not worrying about wrinkling her dress, she picked up the girl in her arms. Rin unconsciously hooked her arms around Kagura's neck while resting her head on the older woman's shoulder. Carefully, Kagura made her way to the stairs. Rin was heavier than she looked. Before worrying about her back, she readjusted the girl's weight on her arms and climbed the stairs softly, so not to wake her. She had reached the top step when an agitated toad ran past her. He beat Kagura to Rin's room and opened the door. By the time Kagura reached the bedroom, Jaken had pulled the blankets on the bed aside and plugged in the nightlight.

Kagura reasoned that Rin must usually fall asleep in front of the television. She wasn't surprised. The child was too energetic. Kagura softly deposited her on the bed and pulled the covers over her. Out of habit, she kissed her on her forehead. Rin smiled before she borrowed herself deeper into the covers. Realizing what she had done, Kagura shrugged it off as a side affect of having to tuck Akago into bed every night. Habits were hard to break. Jaken was already heading out of the room in front of her. “She likes her door slightly ajar.” The toad informed as she was closing it behind her.

Turning to return to the living room, she came face to face with her host. How long had he been there? She nodded to acknowledge his presence before continuing on her way. Though she did not turn around, she was sure he had gone into the girl's room.

She thought nothing more of the demon lord or his ward as she returned to the living room and put her papers in order. There was no sense in trying to continue working. She wasn't in the mood. She was placing the papers into her file when one fell to the ground. Unrolling it, she discovered it was the city layout for where they were originally planning to build the Columbians' Parking Complex. Instead, Paradise Hills Park would stay put. She looked for the slab of concrete on the map, Plot S24663. She froze. That S kind of looked like a 5… Could she have been right all along? Could the jewel have been that close by. She would have to inform Naraku in the morning. It was safer that way.

In the meantime, she had to take drastic measures. She grabbed her shoes and papers before rushing back to her room. She dropped everything on bed. Grabbing her purse, she quickly picked out a feather. When she had been younger, she had worn them in her hair, but not for fashion. They held a more practical purpose: Transportation. She wrote a quick note on the feather with her youki before opening the window. Once the cool night's air touched the feather, it transformed into a larger state. She released it into the air knowing it would make it to Old Miko before sun rise. That should be more than enough time for them to extract the jewel before Naraku, without putting her loyalty in question.

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Akago screamed as the force field around Kagura's heart forced his claws away. As part of his punishment, he was supposed to monitor Kagura's loyalties. Her attraction to Sesshomaru was well known, and Akago's jealousy was never kept hidden. Naraku could not have guessed that there would have been a greater rival for his son in that house. Akago replayed the image again. There was a unique tenderness in the kiss Kagura gave Rin. She never kissed him like that. He always had to remind her. She was supposed to love him and only him.

“She's very lovely.” Kanna's soft voice broke his tantrum. The woman-child took the heart from the young lord and returned it to its place in the vault behind her. They had been in the Safe the entire day, and finally, she had gotten a bit of entertainment. The bullets had interfered with Akago's sight, but now that Kagura was fully recovered, there was nothing obstructing the boy's powers.

“She only loves me!”

“The girl is only a cheap replacement.” Kanna reassured with her soft tone. “Though, Kagura is more likely to want a daughter.”

“She has a son!” Akago yelled back, the veins in his eyes swelling.

“Mothers want daughters. Fathers want sons.” Kanna informed softly before leaving the safe.

He wouldn't allow that. If Kagura didn't want him, she would want no one. He would take care of the situation the way his father had taught him. With a sinister smile, he also left the vault, unaware of the ever watching eye of his father.

Naraku sighed from his office as he shut off his monitor. Out of all his children, he would never have guessed that the only one that would remain loyal to him would be Kagura. He had seen her find the map. Her first thought had been to inform him as soon as Sesshomaru left. He had already begun to investigate the property. If the jewel was there, he would find it.

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Myoga sat in his dim-lit office. He had been there all day, running leads. He had decided to concentrate his energy in finding who had set the bomb in Inu Yasha's bar. He had a feeling that it was the same guy that tried to kill Kagura. How had it come to this? He remembered the days when being associated with a Takahashi meant no one would mess with you, but ever since Takahashi senior's assassination, it had all gone to hell.

He sighed running the last of the programs. He was looking for open arson related cases with similar M.O. 's to what occurred in the bar. Perhaps a suspect from one of those cases would pop. The computer showed fifteen unsolved cases in Tokyo, twenty-five in the nation. He wasn't surprised. Too many people burned down their establishments to collect the insurance money. He narrowed the field by choosing only cases where someone had died. The computer glowed over his chubby face as the hits were cut in half.

He needed to thank Sango for the program he was about run. He took those results and ran them to see which of them had similar suspects or witnesses. Out of the twenty left, eight had a common link. They were also almost twenty years old. He opened one of the files and was surprised to see a familiar face looking back at him. Taro Higurashi had been interviewed in ten of the open cases. He had been the expert called in by the fire department. Apparently, he had been trained in home made explosives while in the army.

Normally, a name this old would be discarded, but considering the identity of Inu Yasha's companion that day, he had to wonder. Maybe Taro didn't appreciate his daughter dating a hanyou… “Perhaps,” he thought as he ran a different search, “there is something else all together. Perhaps, it isn't a coincidence that Kagome had been there during both assassination attempts. Perhaps Taro is dead, and Kagome has decided to walk in his footsteps.”

Myoga closed his eyes and was flooded with the memory of her screams. She had bypassed security and accidentally walked into the morgue. They had needed to use dental records to confirm his identity. The only thing left were charred bones covered with tight dry flesh. No one had been able to stop her from pulling the sheet back.

It took three police officers and the coroner on duty to sedate the sixteen-year-old girl. She had to be scarred. But, she looked so serene and composed on television…perhaps she had snapped…perhaps this was an elaborate way for her to gain revenge, or make some money.

Her banking records showed no abnormalities. Now, to find a connection with her and the Takahashis.

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Inu Yasha walked back to the bar as his aura fluctuated. How he had lost control like that, he would never know. He cursed himself as he grabbed a dish towel from behind the bar and began to fill it with ice.

“Hey, where's your girlfriend?” Shippo asked as he took a minute from flirting with Luna to attend to his boss.

“None of your fucking business.” He growled.

Shippo took a second to examine him. All color rushed from his face. “You didn't! You wouldn't!”

“I said it was none of your fucking business!” Inu Yasha growled as he towered over the younger male. Shippo didn't back down. He stared Inu Yasha in the eye.

“If she were demon, even hanyou, I wouldn't care. But, damn it Yasha, she's human. You could have paralyzed her…maybe killed her with that.”

“I fucking know what I'm doing!”

“Do you? There's a reason humans commit with words and not fangs!”

“She's fine…just out of it!” Inu Yasha growled. “And don't fucking forget I'm half human.” He stormed back to his office. He had made a makeshift bed for her out an old blanket he had brought to cover the floor while painting, but never got around to use it. He was wrong, but when she said she wanted a relationship, his instincts kicked in.

He placed the ice pack on the back of the girl's neck, over his bite marks. Humans used rings, jackets, and even tattoos to mark their significant other. Demons used their fangs. A bite to the back of the neck meant a starting relationship. A bite to the wrist meant the consummation of a relationship. Bite marks over the heart marked a mated couple.

Inu Yasha sighed as he laid beside her. Shippo had been right. He was an idiot!

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Old Miko's office was dark as her desk lamp provided the only light. The windowless room was still as she flipped threw the pages of the report before her. What could it all mean? Akago had placed a hit on Kagura. Someone had placed a hit on Inu Yasha. Kouga said the jewel was in 524663.

This situation was getting more bizarre by the minute. Onnanoko must be spread quite thin. Both of her charges were on other assassins' hit lists. She wasn't worried over it. Onnanoko was the best in the business. She had been trained from birth. She had been brought into this world for the sole purpose of carrying out the Agency's missions. She had been bred from the best stock. Her mind had been stimulated since she was an infant. Her conscious had been surgically removed with the mask she wore. She was no one: A ghost that only existed in the fears of those powerful enough to suspect her existence.

Old Miko smiled. Her agents were the best. They had infiltrated the most prominent families in existence. At this moment, there was an agent in the Bush household that was going as undetected as the one in the Takahashi family. Onnanoko had preferred to watch Inu Yasha and Kagura from afar, but agents, like Chikai1, preferred a more direct route. Becoming part of the household held its infinite benefits.

A sudden wind current caught the woman's attention. She was in an underground vault. There shouldn't be any wind currents. A feather dropped on her desk as a chill filled her body. “Taro.” She whispered. She had felt his aura. Was his ghost here?

“If you were really here, I would be dead by now.” She thought solemnly.

Looking down at the feather, she realized its importance. She needed to page her twins. She paused. How had the feather gotten to her office? It should have only found its way to her door. Someone needed to bring it down here. She felt the odd chill return. Perhaps there was a reason Taro couldn't rest.

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It was late when Jakotsu decided he had made his boy toys wait long enough. He would figure out how to put Madame Centipede out of business in the morning. He was interviewing potential new employees then. Perhaps, one of them could become the star that would separate him from the deformed bitch forever.

He blew out the candles and enjoyed the how the darkness fell like a heavy curtain on the room. He felt the cool draft of the night, and stopped. He kept his window closed. The chilly bite of steal surrounded his neck as he was grabbed from behind.

“Otokonoko!” He gasped.

“Good evening, Jakotsu.”

“I haven't seen you this mad since that time I asked your sister to join me in my playroom.” The figure pressed the knife harder against Jakotsu's neck. “I know it isn't my time yet…you would have killed me by now.”

“Tonight.”

“I already explained that.”

“I want the whole truth.”

“Do you think I'm stupid? I know if Madame Centipede has set up shop so quickly is because you allowed her to! That violates our agreement, and therefore, the Higurashis are fair game.”

“The Higurashis are never fair game, and if I allowed Centipede back, it was because I was sure you supplied a better product.”

“Oh, you say the sweetest things.” Jakotsu purred, and Otokonoko pressed the knife hard enough to allow a drop of blood to escape the other man's neck.

“Why did you risk discovery by Kizu?”

“Kill two birds with one hit. We have received a request to have her taken care off.”

“From who?”

“I can't tell you without violating customer-contractor confidentiality!” Jakotsu whined. Otokonoko slowly moved the knife from the man's neck, up his face, and left it a centimeter from Jakotsu's eye.

“Perhaps I should make an example of you.” Otokonoko whispered.

Jakotsu swallowed hard. He wasn't sure a glass eye would go well with his wardrobe.

“It came from the same person who ordered Higurashi's hospital hit, and that's all I feel comfortable telling you.” Jakotsu held his ground. There was no reason in admitting his fear.

Otokonoko moved the knife slightly away before informing, “Kizu's hit belongs to the Agency.”

Realizing his torture was over, Jakotsu dared to rub himself against Otokonoko and whisper in a sultry voice, “If you would like to punish me, I do have some new toys in my bedroom.” He screamed as he was thrown forward. Turning around, he realized Otokonoko had already left.

Jakotsu stood up, brushed his pink pants clean, and complained, “He never spends the night!”

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It was three in the morning when Kagura woke up with a dry mouth and a rumbling stomach. She definitely needed something to munch on. She had made her way downstairs without running into anyone. The house felt dead as she walked in the darkness, and made a mental note of it. It might be necessary to know when she left.

She didn't have any trouble finding the kitchen. The large square room was spotless. She took a plate of cold chicken and a bottle of soda from the refrigerator and placed it on the island. She felt a bit uncomfortable standing underneath the knives and pans the cooks had hanging above it, but it was the only thing that resembled a table in the room.

She was going through the cabinets, looking for a glass, when she heard male grunts. She walked to the door on the other end of the room. It was closed, and looked like it led to a harmless pantry, but men didn't grunt in pantries; did they? She opened the door and discovered the pantry was actually the exercise room.

Her first instincts upon seeing him doing pushups with four large disk weights on his back was to leave, but knowing that he was already aware of her presence, she decided to have a little fun. Closing the door behind her, she made her way across the dark room, toward the sweaty male. “Isn't it a little early for physical exertion?” She asked mockingly as she stepped in front of him. Her bare legs were in his line of visions as he went up and down. Her smooth ankles, and then moved up to her silky bare thighs, and back down again.

“It's never too early or late for physical exertion.” He replied in his stoic manner.

She shrugged before squatting down to his level. Her satin robe slid from her shoulder, revealing a stretch of creamy skin.

“What are you doing up?” He asked, not missing a repetition.

“I was hungry.” She answered as if were the most obvious thing in the world. “Why are you exercising at this hour?”

“No one disturbs me.” With one strung push, he brought himself to a standing position. He quickly moved his arms back, in order to catch the disks before they fell to the ground. Placing them in their appropriate spot, he turned to her and said, “But, since you're here, perhaps I can use your services.”

His voice was stoic, but her response was the same as if hadn't been. She folded her arms in front of her while standing her ground firmly. He was only wearing a lose pair of running pants. His bare chest glistened in the dark room as sweat dripped down his chiseled chest and abs. Wasn't there an exercise video named after him? Body of Steel? Kami, he looked delicious, not that she would admit it.

“It's hard to find someone to spar with. This day and age, most demons have gone soft. My brother provides some entertainment, but it leaves much to be desired.”

“You want me to fight you? You are aware that I have no training in hand to hand combat.”

“I also know that your wind blade is deadly.” Sesshomaru replied as he pointed to a scar on his left arm.

“You deserved that. You never enter a lady's room or office without knocking first. Luckily, I was almost done changing.”

Sesshomaru held his comment. They had been working together for almost twenty years. The sexual tension had been felt since the first day, and had only grown with time. Though they had done an amazing job of ignoring, the incident in the elevator showed they were only fooling themselves. Ever since he tasted her lips, he had wanted nothing more than to own them. That was a dangerous desire.

She moved towards him, “Without a fan, I can't use the majority of my powers. The better the fan, the stronger the delivery.” She explained.

“I'll go easy on you.” He promised as she rolled her eyes. With a flick of her wrist, a wind blade flew towards him. He easily dodged it.

“You will get no more warnings.”

He moved towards her at an amazing speed, and was surprise at her agility. Though she dare stand before him, she was better at distance attacks, giving Sesshomaru an undeniable advantage. He grabbed her from behind, and quickly found he was only holding an empty robe. She used her wind powers to knock him off his feet. He looked up and saw her in the short satin gown. It barely covered the usually conservative female. His excellent eyes were able to see the contours of her body underneath the light satin. His mouth watered as her nipples hardened, proving she wasn't wearing a bra. “You shouldn't disrobe a woman unless you mean it.”

He grabbed her ankle and enjoyed her soft skin as he threw her off her feet. He pulled her towards him, and enjoyed her shriek of surprise. He trailed his claws up her inner leg as she gasped for breath. Chills were running through her body as the scent of her arousal filled the room. “Is that an invitation?” His voice did not reveal a single emotion as he towered over her.

“Like you would ever need one!” She accused. His smirk was dark as he lowered his face towards her.

“I'm a gentleman. I would never go where I'm not invited.” Kagura's breath hitched as his growl rumbled through her body.

“What are you doing?” She trembled as his hands pushed the night gown to her waist. His claws hooked underneath the elastic string of her lacy bikini underwear.

“Knocking.” He replied softy as he cut through the fabric. His lips gently teased hers as his hands continue to push the nightgown northward. She had to stop this. It was wrong. It would end badly. She remembered her first, a cat demon she had met during feudal times. Naraku had made her watch as he slowly skinned the cat. Throughout the centuries, five others followed. She had stopped things with Kouga before his life was put at risk. It had been so long since she had felt the love of a man, since she had given into carnal desire. He ran his clawed hands over her sensitive breasts. Wasn't she entitled to this? Couldn't she, for once, have something for her? Besides, if anyone could survive Naraku's wrath, wasn't it Sesshomaru.

With one swift move, she had the dog demon on his back. He looked up in surprise as her wavy hair framed her face. “Are you sure you want to play with fire?” She asked in a sultry voice. Just because she had been abstaining for the past century did not mean she did not know how to play the game.

He smirked. “Is that an invitation?” His hands went to her hips.

“No.” She smiled knowingly as he raised an eyebrow in question. Leaning back, she pulled her nightgown over her head and announced, “This is.”

Quickly, he had her on her back again, his tongue tracing invisible patterns over her bare flesh. She gasped as he settled himself between her legs. He teased her nipples with his fangs as she threaded her fingers in his hair. They had been working towards this for twenty years: doubt wasn't an issue.

Kagura was loud, as her moans reassured the demon lord of what path to take. He nipped and teased her skin as he moved towards her bellybutton. She arched her back toward him. “I need you.” She confessed, making him smirk with power. He had needed her that day in the elevator, and he needed her now. The fact that his pants had suddenly become too small was more than enough proof. But first, he needed to make sure she would never scream anyone else's name in passion. He was going to completely steal her away from her father. After he was done, she would be addicted to him.

Kagura bit her tongue as Sesshomaru worked his way down her bikini line. He sunk his fangs in her inner thigh and enjoyed her scream. He drank her blood, knowing it would only make her more susceptible to his ministrations. She was convulsing beneath him. Her nails, buried deep within the wooden floor beneath her, were threatening to attack his back: something he would enjoy.

He pretended to let her catch her breath, but, the second she let her guard down, he used a clawed finger to separate her folds. She screamed his name. He smirked before plunging his tongue inside her. He stroke her slow at first, teasing her. She was whimpering below him, and he was enjoying each tear she shed because of him. Without warning, he changed his speed. Rubbing her jewel vigorously, he pumped her hard. She tried to hold back, but each stroke brought her closer to heaven. She screamed as she allowed the warmth to envelope her.

He quickly drank her offering before moving above her. He kissed her fiercely, knowing she could smell him perfectly. She moaned in desperation; she needed more. Ripping his pants from his body, he decided to take some pleasure for himself. He pulled her head up, tilting it so that he would have perfect access to her neck. She screamed as he simultaneously penetrated her in two ways. Her neck hurt as his fangs pulsated inside her. Slowly he pulled them out and licked the blood from the wounds. She laid limply below him: feeling but unable to take any action against him. He would let her have her fun tomorrow night.

“Please.” She whispered in her half-hallucinatory state. He complied with a rhythm that would have made a Latin dancer proud. He moved faster as she managed to wrap her legs around his waist. Her screams fueled his passion as he felt the end coming. She was tight, fresh and slick. She was perfect. He teased her breast as she arched herself towards him. Burying his claws on the floor by her head, he realized he couldn't hold back much longer. The dam was held in place for too long. He bit her breast hard. Screaming, she fell into a sea of light. She had never felt so good, so free. One thrust, two thrusts, three…he came with enough force to push her over the edge a third time.

Sesshomaru couldn't keep from collapsing above her. “I told you it wasn't too early for some physical exertion.” He whispered as he tried to regain his breath. In a few minutes, he would get up and carry her to his room. In the mean time, he would enjoy her hospitality.

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It was five in the morning when Inu Yasha made his way over to the local supermarket. Kagome had woken up in not a very good mood. Deciding the best way to appease her was food, he offered to pick up something to eat while she showered. He was glad he had finished fixing his bathroom the week before, and even gladder he had decided to paint his apartment after the kitchen incident. Seeing he had painted the dinning and living room the way she had suggested definitely gave him bonus points.

He walked past Paradise Hills Park and smiled. His woman had saved that. There was a strange pride surging through him as he thought of her: His woman. They were in a committed relationship, and she couldn't deny it. She wanted it; she wanted him. He smiled, genuinely happy. He could never have guess to find such a woman. Looking up, he saw dark figures moving around the swings. “They better not be putting their gang tags here!” Inu Yasha thought as he moved into the park.

“Hey, you!”

Inu Yasha was never able to confront the individuals. He was never able to see who they might be. All he saw was the large deformed metal that used to be a seesaw heading towards him. The explosion had been large as it rocked a four block radius. The windows shattered; the car alarms went off; people ran to the streets in sheer panic. But, as the dust settled, a single hanyou laid beneath trampled metal and concrete, gasping for air as all strength left his body. “Kagome.” He dedicated his last thought to her.

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1. Chikai means short in Japanese