InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Fates ❯ Reunited ( Chapter 34 )

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Chapter 34: Reunited

The handsome young male dressed snazzily in black pants and a deep purple shirt turned his head to look at the young woman who'd addressed him so, and smiled, moving towards her with the same tunnel vision he'd employed in his last life so well.

"And how do you know my name, beautiful lady?" he asked, clasping both her hands in his. "Have we perhaps met before?"

Kagome giggled nervously, eyeing her now growling hanyou, and pulled her hands away. "Uh... no, you just reminded me of someone, that's all."

Miroku's grin widened, and he stepped closer to the girl. "Someone that carried my name as well? Interesting... but may I ask, my Lady, what your name is?"

With a blush, Kagome stuttered out, "Higurashi, Kagome," and tried to step away again before her hot-headed hanyou took action.

But Yasha had had enough, and reached out, ripping his girl away from the male who it was clear, was just as much a lecher in this life, as he was in the other. "Oi!" he snarled. "Shouldn't you be doing your job instead of hitting on my fiance?"

Miroku looked over at the irate male, and sighed, his expression downcast. "It figures that such a beauty is already taken." His face lit up hopefully after a moment, though. "Are you sure, beautiful Kagome, that you would not like to bear my children?"

Yasha and Kagome both stared at him, eyes wide and mouths hanging open as the other security guards simply looked resigned... and then burst out laughing.

"I c-can't believe it," Kagome gasped out. "He really is that perverted."

Not wanting to say too much, Yasha simply nodded, and once he got himself under control, he stepped forward, and grabbed the guy's shirt, pulling him close. "It was funny once, moron, but don't think about ever saying that to Kagome again. The only children she'll be bearing are mine. Got that?" he asked in an icy voice.

While Kagome blushed, Miroku swallowed hard and nodded.

"Oh, and if you ever try to grope her..." he trailed off warningly, tightening his grip on his collar, and Miroku actually squeaked, once more nodding as best he was able.

Yasha smiled wickedly, and then put him back down on the ground, smoothing his lapel as he did so. "Good. Now that we've got that out of the way, I'm Taisho, Yasha, and you are Miroku..?"

Miroku cleared his throat a bit, and then smiled ingratiatingly. "Ah! Beg pardon for not introducing myself properly. Watanabe, Miroku, at your service," he said, bowing deeply. "If you will follow me, I will take you to my office so that you can await the police in privacy, Taisho-san."

"About time you remembered your job, pervert," Yasha mumbled as he reached out and folded Kagome's dainty hand in his own, then tugged her along as he followed the security supervisor towards the other end of the mall.

Kagome eyed him as he walked ahead of them, and then leaned closer to Yasha to whisper, "He even looks almost exactly the same. It's kinda freaky, to tell the truth... though comforting in a strange way, too."

The hanyou snorted, twitching a lock of silver hair over his shoulder as he stared narrowly at the man's back. "Yeah, well, hopefully, he learns quicker in this incarnation, because if he touches you inappropriately just once, he's gonna be starting into his next incarnation well ahead of schedule," he whispered back.

She muffled her giggles with one hand, eyes sparkling as she looked up at him. "Jealous?"

"Keh, no! I ain't got nothin' to be jealous of - I'm just possessive," he rumbled. And then his eyes flashed, and narrowed thoughtfully. "My uncle is going to blow a gasket when he finds out about this... I think I should probably call him as soon as we reach that office. It'll be better if he finds out from me rather than the grapevine."

Her rosy flush paling slightly, Kagome nodded. "Yeah... what do you think he'll do?"

He shrugged. "Dunno. Don't really care. As long as she never comes near either of us ever again."

Something occurred to Kagome, then, and she grinned mischievously, flicking a quick glance at her hanyou. "Ya know... since you don't want to talk about what Sesshoumaru's gonna do... why don't we talk about setting up a meeting between Suki and Miroku, here?"

Yasha blinked, then his own grin spread. "Yeah, that's a great idea. Give him someone else to grope." He frowned thoughtfully. "I wonder if she'll react the same in this life - you know, constantly clobbering him."

Kagome giggled again just as they reached the offices section of the mall and were ushered inside to Miroku's office. "Knowing Suki... probably. She's just as tough this time around as the last - even if she doesn't have hiraikotsu."

Both Yasha and Kagome were interested to note Miroku's sudden frown and shiver when he heard that word. "Is something the matter, Watanabe-san?" Yasha asked slyly.

His brow furrowed, the once monk shook his head slowly. "I... don't know. That word you just used... hi-hiraikotsu? For some reason, it sent a sharp pain through my head when I heard it, though I don't think I've ever heard of it before. What is it?"

With a grin, Kagome explained. "Ah, Watanabe-san, hiraikotsu was a bone boomarang, essentially. It was used by an ancient clan of taijiya as a weapon against youkai, and was supposedly composed of youkai bones."

Miroku shivered visibly again at the mention of that name, and his frown deepened. "There - for some reason, it hurts my head when you say that name... and I seem to feel as though someone were staring at my back with ill-will."

Yasha and Kagome glanced at each other, and then burst out laughing. It was really just too funny for words - somewhere in his hentai psyche, Miroku remembered hirakotsu... and the pain it had caused his thick skull in his last life, as well as the glares he'd received from an angry Sango.

"Perhaps someday, we'll tell you why," Yasha finally said, as the laughing calmed down. "We'll have to have dinner together one night and explain."

Miroku nodded and smiled. "That would be most agreeable, Taisho-san - as long as you refrain from actually naming it while you explain."

Everyone sobered, however, when the police officers were escorted into the room.

Business first, after all.

-cCc-

"What?"

The voice was cold and angry, and Yasha actually winced as he pulled the phone from his ear for a second, waiting to see if anything else was said, then replaced it and spoke again when nothing else was forthcoming.

"Kagome and I were at the mall - we went there after leaving the jewelers to pick out her engagement ring, and while we were eating lunch, that stupid wench Akina appeared and started heckling us. I started to lose it - my youkai blood wanted to kill her, and so Kagome knocked her out." He chuckled at that memory. "It was actually hilarious - Kagome didn't even look at her, just balled her fist and let fly."

Sesshoumaru wasn't amused. At any other time, to see such a thing, he would greatly enjoy - but to find that one that he'd punished, had ignored his orders and once again gone after Kagome had just gotten his youkai involved. There was nothing else for it - the miko had asked that Akina not be killed, but her disrespect and violent nature could not be ignored.

There was only one solution.

He owned an island that was used in circumstances like these - an island that was basically nothing more than a prison. Akina and her family would be relocated there. It was primitive, and there was no way to escape - her fate was sealed, and she had brought it on herself.

"I think that it is time for her and her family to visit the island." He said no more; there was no need to. Every person in the Taisho family knew about the island.

Yasha was actually pleased with that solution - there would never be any worry about her attacking again if she and her family were sent there, yet Kagome's wishes would still be followed. He'd forgotten about the island...

"I think that sounds great, Uncle. I'll let Kagome know what you said. Oh, Kagome wants to know if you're still taking her mother out this evening - if you are, she said she'll make dinner for her brother and grandfather."

"I am. However, Aiko has stated that her father-in-law and Souta are also going to dinner themselves, and then a movie afterwards. You are both free to continue your day together into the evening."

With a wide grin breaking out over his face, Yasha chortled. "Gee, thanks, Uncle. That sounded like you were giving me permission to enjoy my fiance in certain, shall we say, carnal ways?"

Sesshoumaru could hear a loud 'smack' come over the phone, along with a yelled "Hentai!" and a sharp yip. He barely held back the chuckle. "It is not my permission you need, whelp, but that of your fiance. At this rate, it does not look like you will be getting it." His voice sobered, then, and he finished, "Do not concern yourselves with that bitch any further - she and her useless family will be dealt with. Go, and enjoy the rest of your day."

With that, he disconnected, and Yasha pocketed his phone, grinning sheepishly at his woman, who was eyeing him with 'threat' written all over her face. "Hmph! Not five minutes after being around Miroku again, and you're turning into as much of a hentai as he always has been!"

Yasha grinned wider, and moved over to her, cornering her against the wall. "Aww, but babe... it has nothing to do with Miroku - you make me this way," he whispered in her ear. "Don't you like knowing that you can turn me on so much?"

Kagome sighed, eyeing him as she tried to keep from melting all over him. He was right... his touch was electric. Since the accident, they really hadn't been able to do much, though they had made out rather frequently lately, she knew it was only a matter of time before they decided to finish what they started.

Both of them were adults, and they were engaged. They were also soul mates - destined by the fates to be together, so she had no fears of being abandoned. And it was getting very difficult to keep from just jumping his bones and taking what she wanted.

Giving him a rather wicked little smile, she reached one hand down and gently passed it over a certain spot on his body, and immediately, that spot began to harden. He groaned and she giggled.

"Actually, I do, Yasha, and if you're a very good boy... maybe tonight, since we're going to be alone most of the evening... we can take things quite a bit further than we have so far."

He groaned again even as his erection pulsed, and dropped his head onto her shoulder, trying with all his might to think of something disgusting and/or distracting to calm his blood before Miroku walked back into his office. Stepping away from her with a growl, he sent her a heated look and inhaled deeply to calm his raging blood.

"Woman," he said gruffly, "you're playing with fire. You just wait 'til I get you home."

Before Kagome could answer, Miroku stepped back into the room, and looked at them with raised brows. He proved that he did have some sense of self-preservation when he didn't say a word about his suspicions, instead asking, "So... this invitation to dinner sometime - was that a serious offer?"

"Of course, Watanabe-san," Kagome said cheerfully. "Anytime that's good for you." She took a slip of paper from her purse and wrote down the shrine's number, then handed him the paper. "Just give us a call and let us know good dates for you, and we'll figure something out. And we'll even bring a date for you," she chuckled. "She's a lovely woman... I just know you'll hit it off."

Never one to turn down the chance to meet a beautiful woman, (who also wasn't taken already), the hentai nodded, a smile breaking over his face. "I'll do that, then, Higurashi-san-" he bowed towards her, then Yasha, "-Taisho-san. As for today's matter, was there anything else you needed from me?"

Yasha shook his head and once more grabbed Kagome's hand, escorting her out of the office and back towards the main part of the mall, followed by Miroku. "Nope, think we're good. See ya soon, pervert." With a wave of his hand, Yasha dragged Kagome off into the crowds, leaving a rather bemused Miroku standing behind watching as they disappeared.

"Well, that's everybody," she sighed, a rather sad, reflective smile on her face. "Shippo, Kirara, Miroku, and Sango. I guess it's time for me to lay the past to rest. It still hurts that I never even got to say goodbye to them the last time... but now I'm getting to say hello - and now I don't have to worry about Naraku or the time difference."

Yasha flashed a golden glance her way, a feeling of guilt slithering through him at the expression on her face. Even though he himself hadn't been the one to separate her from her friends in the past, still... it had been his soul that had, and he hated that any part of him had caused her hurt.

"I'm sorry about what he did, Kagome. I know... that's been the hardest part for you to deal with - sometimes I get so angry at the kami for what they've required from you. It was too much."

He was understandably shocked when Kagome rounded on him, coming to a dead halt in the middle of the mall.

"Don't you ever say anything like that again, Yasha! I'm not upset at all, anymore - the kami asked a lot from me, but then they gave me the only thing that could ever matter to me as the prize for doing my duty - you," she breathed fervently. "I would never regret anything that brought me you!"

The hanyou froze, eyes wide, he stared at her, almost desperately searching her gaze, hoping to find the truth there... and he did. Her scent, her eyes, her very expression screamed of her veracity, and he felt something inside himself loosen - something he'd not even known was so tensed until it let go.

Completely ignoring the crowds around them, he reached over and cupped her chin in his hands, and kissed her, softly, sweetly - a benediction, chaste and sweet, speaking not of desire and passion, but only of love and devotion.

It was a kiss that needed to happen, one that had been in the works for five hundred years - a kiss of healing... a kiss showing that finally, finally, everything was right.

Everything was just as it should be.

-cCc-

Aiko met Sesshoumaru at the door, a sweet smile on her face.

"Just let me get my purse, and I'll be ready to go," she said.

When the handsome daiyoukai had stopped by that day a week ago, she had wondered what he could need - in fact, her first thought was worry - had something happened?

True, she had spent a lot of time after Kagome's accident in his company, and had found herself, for the first time since her husband had died, attracted to a male, but... why would he want anything to do with her - an aging human woman? Sure, she looked damn good for her age, at thirty-nine, she looked more like twenty-nine, but... that was by human standards.

She'd seen far too much of his daughter not to know that his first wife had been absolutely beautiful, and there was no way that she could even attempt to compete. So she'd pushed her attraction to the back of her mind, and left it there. After all, any female who'd ever seen the male had been attracted, she was sure - why should she be any different?

So she had been completely blindsided when the sinfully delicious male had asked her out - for about three seconds. And then she had figured that he must need to discuss something with her, and had decided to do it over dinner. When she had agreed, but asked what they would be discussing, he had given her a funny look, and given her an answer that had knocked her straight off her feet.

He was asking her on a date - because he wanted to court her.

It had taken her almost three days to get over her shock - then she'd been as giddy as a teenager excited over her first date. And then to find out that he'd actually gone to her daughter, and asked her how she felt about him courting her mother... he'd wanted her blessing!

Kagome had sat her down, then, and told her all about Sesshoumaru - his past as a vicious feudal warlord, who'd shown unmistakeable promise of greatness when he'd brought back a tiny human orphan from death - and then proceeded to care for her like a father for the rest of her life. She let her know that she deserved the best, and that Sesshoumaru could certainly qualify as that... and that when the great dai made up his mind about something, he wasn't playing for anything except keeps.

That statement had left her heart fluttering... and then Kagome had taken it one step further and said that she was sure that as long as she, Aiko, decided that she wanted him, she would eventually end up being the new Western Lady.

Aiko had nearly swooned... and was still feeling decidedly giddy - especially as that impossibly gorgeous male was now watching her with an enigmatic half-smile as he waited for her to get her purse.

That was when she realized she'd been staring, and with a blush, she murmured an apology and turned to his slight chuckle to pick it up from the side table.

Oh, she moaned quietly to herself, this is going to be a looong night.

Get ahold of yourself, Aiko Higurashi!

Her blush deepened at the amused light in his golden eyes, and she just knew he knew exactly what was going on in her mind.

-cCc-

A/N: And one step closer to the end! There's probably only another two, maybe three chapters left, and this ride will be over.

Hope this chapter meets with everyone's approval!

Amber