InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ En Famille ❯ Who is he? ( Chapter 6 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.

- Christian Nestell Bovee


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"What's that noise?"

Kagome blinked, frowning in the dark room. There was a loud beeping coming from somewhere and it was getting annoying. All of a sudden Miroku shot up beside her.

"Where are my pants?"

"Huh?"

"My pants! Where are they?!"

Bolting from the bed, which they'd eventually made it to, he ran to the living room and cursed as he stubbed his toe on a table beside the sofa. Coming out of her room to see him jumping on one foot, Kagome giggled but quickly stopped as she spotted the missing pants.

"They're over here."

Tossing them over, she watched him unclip his pager from the belt and sigh. "I've got to go."

"Is it serious?" Kagome grabbed his boxers and tossed them over.

"She's a special case, if I don't operate as soon as possible she won't make it," Miroku sighed, changing into them quickly while dialing a number on his phone. "Hello? This is Doctor Miroku Houshi, I'm going to need a lift as soon as possible. I've got a priority case to get to in L.A. Is Mack still there? Good, have him meet me at the platform in twenty minutes... thank you."

He hung up, slapped the phone shut and sat down to slip his shoes on. Looking for his shirt, he spotted it on Kagome and gave her a sad smile. Coming over to her side, he slipped his arms around her waist and pecked her lightly on the nose. "This is not how I imagined this ending."

"Don't worry about it, maybe its best," Kagome hesitated a moment, "I would have gotten all awkward if we'd had a long talk over it."

Slipping off the shirt, she blushed a little at her nudity and held it between them, "Than-"

His lips cut her off, even as his hand took the shirt and he began pulling it on. "Don't thank me again, call me as soon as you find out and if it doesn't work..."

"I'll..."

"We'll work something out," Miroku interrupted her, seeing her eyes widen in surprise. "What? You asked me to help you and I agreed. Its highly possible this might not work on the first try and I certainly won't mind doing it again."

"Really?" Kagome bit her lip, the blush still on her cheeks while she moved to grab her discarded dress and slide it over her head.

"Really," Miroku gave her a sly grin, "What man would turn down the chance for another weekend of great sex?"

"Miroku!" She laughed and shook her head before his words sank in, "Umm... great?"

He was ready, his wallet was by the door and he could grab it on the way out. Finishing with the last button on the shirt, he came to her side, cupped her face in his hands and gave her another drugging kiss. It lasted mere seconds, but they were still left breathless.

"Really, its been amazing Gome," He kissed her once more and sighed, "But I have to go."

"Its ok Roku, get out of here," Kagome playfully led him to the door and opened it, "Now you go out there and call me once you've saved that girl's life, so I know you're both ok."

"Just pray that it goes well, this is going to be a tough one," Miroku stepped out the door and glanced back.

She looked adorable, sleepy-eyed, dress askew, hair wild and tangled down her back, and he found it almost hurt physically to go, something he'd mull over later.

"You'll save her, I'm sure you will, now get!"

"Bye Gome," Heading down the hallway, he hurried to the emergency stairs and waved once more over his shoulder at the doorway.

"Bye!"

Watching the door close after him, she sighed and stepped back into her apartment. It was an unexpected end, he was right about that, but it was probably for the better. [I would have gotten all weird... yeah, this was good.]

With a sleepy yawn, she headed back to her room, realizing just then that they hadn't turned on a single light. [Thank goodness for large windows.] Kagome removed the dress, finding it bothersome and slipped into bed naked. Snuggling into the pillow beside hers, she recognized the scent of Miroku and smiled, tugging both the blanket and pillow closer before drifting into a deep sleep.


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"What are you doing here?" Kouga smiled, pleasantly surprised to find the girl he'd been hoping to invite out for coffee there at the office.

"Looking for Inuyasha, he asked me to meet him here," Kagome saw him scowl and bit back a laugh. "What are you doing here Kouga? Don't you have weekends off?"

"We both do," Inuyasha came out of his office at the sound of her voice, "We had some extra paperwork to file and had to come in for a few hours today. Finished Wolf?"

"Almost," Kouga shrugged, focusing again on the girl they were both after, "You going out with the numskull? Even after what happened the other day?"

"It wasn't Inuyasha's fault," Kagome defended him, "And he promised me mexican food and I'm keeping him to that promise."

She leaned closer to whisper; "I have a weakness for enchiladas con queso."

"Enchi- who?" Kouga blinked.

"Enchiladas con queso," Inuyasha rolled his eyes, winking at Kagome, "You ready to go?"

She nodded, "I was going to ask you that, I came ready to go, in fact, I'm starving."

As if on cue, her stomach growled, proving her point. With a laugh, Inuyasha went into his office to grab his keys while Kagome and Kouga talked for a few more minutes. After putting his papers away and grabbing his briefcase, he stepped out of his office again and offered his arm to her.

"Shall we?"

"Certainly," Kagome smiled and excused herself from Kouga, "It was nice seeing you here Kouga."

"Hey are you busy this week?" He ignored Inuyasha's pointed glare and waited for her answer.

"I'm not going to be in town, I have to fly out to San Francisco for an interview and a presentation I was asked to give at a small college there." Kagome shrugged, "I'm leaving monday night and I get back the following tuesday."

"You're going for a whole week?" Inuyasha asked.

"Yep, I'm also visiting a few places and some old friends," Kagome waved to Kouga as the elevators shut.

"You're going alone?" Inuyasha frowned, "Is Hilde coming with you?"

"No, she's still on her honey moon, remember she just got married?" Kagome followed along through the subterranean parking structure to his car.

It was a silver, 2005 Convertible Corvette - his baby. He probably took better care of it than his hair, and that was saying a lot because the man was known to take over half an hour to get his hair right. His record was an hour and forty-five minutes - and that had been the day he'd won a large case involving two Hollywood hotshots and an ugly bar fight.

"Right, I forgot, she married what's his name... Duo - right?" Inuyasha opened her door and helped her in.

"Yep and they make a very good couple," Kagome slipped into the car and checked her phone for the tenth time since she'd gotten up barely over an hour earlier. [Could the procedure have taken this long? The poor girl, I hope she'll be ok.]

"Mexican food it is then, I know a great little place known as 'El Tizoncito' you'll love it." Inuyasha cranked up the car and sped off.

"Sounds great," Kagome put her phone in her purse and smiled, "How was your day yesterday?"

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"Hold that thought," Kagome interrupted Inuyasha's latest story and flipped open her phone. "Hello?"

"Hey you... *yawn* ...sorry, just came out, dead tired."

Kagome smiled, "Is she...?"

"Gonna be ok, up to her now," Miroku sighed, "Tired, took hours."

"Poor thing, you must be exhausted, you can hardly put three words together," Kagome saw Inuyasha frown a bit and gave him an apologetic look. "I'll let you go home and get some sleep now, thank you for calling, I was worried."

"Thought so, 'night Gome," Miroku yawned once again, exhaustion obvious in his voice.

"Sleep tight."

Hearing the phone click, she closed hers and apologized, "I'm sorry, I've been expecting that call all morning so I had to take it. I don't normally interrupt conversations that way, I know its awfully rude."

"Its ok, who was it?" Inuyasha shrugged, a bit suspicious of the sweet tone her voice had taken when she'd spoken to the person on the line.

[Does she have a boyfriend she hasn't told us about? Nah... She would have told Sango and she couldn't keep her mouth closed if her life depended on it. Not while she's pregnant at least.]

He held back a chuckle, remembering a time they had bribed some information about Sesshomaru from his pregnant wife using her latest craving food. Black cherry and olive ice cream. A shudder ran through him at the thought of the horrendous mix, but at the time she would have killed for a bowl. Rin had inherited her mother's love of black cherry ice cream, thankfully without the olives, and it seemed this time around her cravings had changed to something more acceptable.

Flaming hot Cheetos with cream cheese.

Kagome's voice snapped him back to the present and he nearly slumped in relief at her explanation.

"It was Miroku. He'd mentioned one of his recent patients to me and promised to keep me informed of her progress. He was called early this morning to go to L.A. and operate, and he wanted to tell me she should be ok." Kagome smiled, "The poor thing's exhausted, it was a long and difficult operation."

"I see," Inuyasha shook his head a little, "The stuff he does sometimes is just amazing if you think about it. I mean, how many lives do you think he's saved?"

"I don't know," Kagome sighed, looking a bit sad for a moment. "I wish I were smart enough to have done something important like him or you. I just never got the hang of school. I always did well in art and music, neither of which is actually good for anything. But I don't get math, law is beyond me, and I really struggled to remember all the body parts and their weird names in my high school biology class. I'm just good at useless things like drawing and mixing colors together, writing maybe."

"Hey don't put down your talents like that," Inuyasha lightly scolded her, "We can't all be lawyers and doctors Kagome. Think of it this way, you help people everyday by keeping them from looking ridiculous."

She giggled and he gave her a smile, "Not to mention the fact that your designs are both haute-couture and something everyday people can buy as well. Can anyone buy a Christian Dior gown? No, but Moonlit Miko makes classy clothes for regular people. That's why you're such a hit, you don't make clothes for the skinny rails other designers use as models. Your designs are for real women, not just the scant twigs that make up 5% of the market. Your clothes go well on petite women and larger ones because you make pieces that go with every body type."

"So?"

"So you are a hero to the regular woman," Inuyasha insisted, "Housewives love you because you don't make them feel fat. They don't have to hang their heads in shame when grabbing a size 12, 16 or 20 skirt, because they know it's been designed to make them look good. And despite the low cost of your clothes, the material you use is top notch and your designs are worn by their favorite Hollywood heroines as well. Didn't Tania Hardcastle, America's own sweetheart, just order one for this weekend?"

"Yeah," Kagome nodded, "Catherine will be wearing another, but we finished the preparations for that one last week."

"Zeta-Jones?" Inuyasha whistled, "She's hot."

"Michael's a sweetie, he dropped her off and picked her up each time she came in for a fitting. He stayed around one day and went to get us some Starbucks halfway through the session." Kagome laughed, "It was nice."

"See, you have big name divas wearing your clothes and yet you're still humble down to your toes," Inuyasha grinned, "You could be America's sweetheart if you were an actress."

"Which I don't want to be," Kagome shuddered, "Spotlight and me? Don't mix very well, you'll notice I'm hardly ever in the spotlight in my shows."

"Well I've made my point, your work isn't useless or less important than anyone else's," Inuyasha watched her take a bite and was relieved when she gave him a smile.

"So now that that's settled, what are your plans for your trip?"

The meal continued and they chatted amicably for another two while before he dropped her off at her apartment. "Thanks Inu! I really enjoyed the food, maybe we could do this again sometime?"

"Whenever you want princess," Inuyasha smiled, leaned over and pecked her on the cheek before she got out of the car.

With a blush, Kagome slipped out and shut the door; "I probably won't see you again before I go, so take care all right?"

"You take care, get some rest during the flight and call me when you get to San Francisco so I know you're ok," Inuyasha ignored a honking car behind him.

"All right, I'd better move so you can go, that guy's getting impatient," Kagome stepped back and waved, "See ya!"

"Bye!"

Glaring at the man behind him in the rear-view mirror, Inuyasha barely refrained from yelling at the idiot, keeping himself in check because Kagome was still within hearing distance.

She knew he was keeping his temper because of her, and her smile brightened at the thought. He had the very devil of a temper, but he always curved it when she or Sango were around. [He can be quite the gentleman for a reputed 'bad boy']

Stepping out of the elevator once it reached her floor, she pulled her keys from her pocket and hurried to open the door when she heard the phone ringing. Leaving it open while she rushed inside, she grabbed the phone just seconds before her machine kicked in. "Hello?"

"Hey babe! How's your day been?"

The voice wasn't anyone she knew, but it seemed familiar enough, "I'm sorry I can't hear you very well, who is this?"

"Don't worry, I just wanted to say hey and see how you were."

[Who is this? Maybe Kouga? I've never talked to him by phone, maybe he's one of those people who's voices seem different on it.]

"I'm fine thanks, finally got home."

"How was lunch?"

"Great! Inu behaved and I loved the food," She headed back and removed her keys from the door, closing it and hanging them on a small hook before heading into the bedroom and flopping down on her bed. "I've got to leave soon though, Tania's last fitting is today and the dress has to be perfect."

"Tania, right, well I'll let you go, just wanted to hear your voice again."

"O-okay," Kagome shrugged, "See you later Kouga, have a good weekend."

"Kouga? Who the hell's Kouga? Are you screwing him too?"

"What?!" Kagome sat up on the bed, "Who is this? You're not Kouga? I don't think you've got the right number, do you even know my name?"

"Lin."

"No," She rolled her eyes, "Are you calling for Lindsay again? How many times do I have to tell you, she doesn't live here!"

"Look bitch, I know where my Lin lives ok? I know you were screwing that guy from yesterday and I'll let that one slide. But you'd better not even think about taking up these two, Inu or Kouga, or I'm going to be very mad." The stranger's voice was low and menacing, and more than a little frightening.

"I-I really think you have the wrong number and I'm hanging up now," Kagome didn't wait for an answer but did as she promised.

When the phone rang seconds later, she jumped and tossed it onto the opposite side of the bed. When it continued ringing, she picked it up, answered, and immediately hung up again. This continued two more times until she snapped and finally screamed into the mouthpiece.

"Damnit leave me alone I'm NOT HER!"

"KAGOME!"

Miroku's voice reached her seconds before she hung up again. Slumping in relief, she melted onto the bed and apologized. "That guy keeps calling the wrong number Roku, he thought I was his Lindsay again and was totally creepy earlier. He sounded almost threatening."

"Do you think that maybe he isn't dialing the wrong number? Could the guy who took your wallet be the one calling?" Miroku asked.

Eyes widening at the thought, Kagome quickly shook her head, "No, muggers don't usually become stalkers Miroku, especially when all they manage to get off you is a meager $8. That's all the cash I had with me that day, hardly something to attract a money-seeking stalker."

"That's true,"still uneasy but not wanting to scare her, he sighed and asked how lunch had gone.

"Fine, shouldn't you be sleeping?" Kagome asked, snuggling into the pillow that still smelled like him again.

"Bad dream, needed to hear something soothing, figured your voice would work," Miroku mumbled, obviously tired once more.

"My voice is soothing?"

"Its sweet, kinda lilting"

"That's nice to hear"

"Mm-hmm…"

"Did it help?"

"Yep"

"You falling asleep on me again?"

"Uh-huh"

"G'night then Roku"

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"So who is he?"

"Who is he - who?" Kagome read the article once again, smiling at the wonderful comments about the stars and her designs.

"The guy," Sango smacked her arm to get her attention, gasping when her cheeto broke in the cream cheese. "Oh man!"

Giggling, Kagome plucked out the cheeto and handed it over, "Don't know who you're talking about Sango dear, I'm not seeing anyone remember?"

"Oh no? So tell me girl, since when do you wear Victoria's Secret? And don't deny buying something there, I saw you stuffing that little bag into your Nordstrom's one before you met up with me at Gymboree."

"I bought myself a bra, I do wear Victoria's Secret bras you know, and panties," Kagome rolled her eyes, "I have for a while now."

"You've never been embarrassed to bra shop with me before," Sango insisted.

Kagome raised a hand and touched her belly, "You're pregnant and you had a two year old with you. I didn't want to bore Rin and make you walk more. Sue me for saving you a trip and worrying about your health and the baby's ok? I happen to have two of the best lawyers in the city as good friends."

Sango sighed, "Ok you've got a point, but you look different, there's this glow about you that I haven't seen since... well, uh... you know, for a while now. And my husband is their boss, so obviously he could beat their butts in court."

"Since Hojo, go ahead, say it," Kagome shrugged, "You know I don't mind hearing his name, we didn't work out, happens all the time. And I did go out to lunch with Roku the other day and then with Inuyasha the day after that, so I might be glowing. One woman even recognized Miroku from Newsweek and told me to hang on to him."

Sango grinned, "You and Miroku? A couple? Why doesn't that click?"

"Hey we could work together!" Kagome jumped, immediately regretting her reaction, "If he weren't such an incorrigible flirt of course."

"Ha! That's about as likely as Inuyasha not being such a hot-head or Kouga such a tough guy," Sango scoffed, glancing out the window to catch a glimpse of the building as their limo stopped.

It was always that way, she was pregnant - she stopped driving. Sesshomaru insisted, and she went along with it for his peace of mind. It was kind of nice actually, having someone there to help her roll out of the back seat. This baby was actually a lot more troublesome than Rin was, being both bigger and feistier. Sesshomaru was convinced it was a boy, saying he was just letting them know who'd be man of the house soon. She hoped it was, she'd always wanted a boy and a girl, since she'd loved having a brother to take care of her. Rin wanted a boy too; she was rather tomboyish herself so Sango knew they'd get along fine.

"Come on Big Momma," Kagome held out a hand and helped her out of the car, "I called Desirée and told her you'd be coming, she's excited to meet you, being Miroku's sister and all. Seems they've known each other since high school. Do you remember hearing about her?"

"No, but she could've just been a random classmate that he didn't hang out with much," Sango rolled out, managing to keep her chips and cream cheese with her and smiled once she was on her feet. "Ahh... ok, let's go."

"You're waddling," Kagome giggled, thanking the driver and telling him what office they'd be in.

"You're just jealous," Sango teased, not knowing just how right she was.

Kagome almost placed a hand over her stomach but stopped herself, raising it to hold her friend's arm instead, "Yeah right, I'm just dying to waddle around like a penguin."

"You bet," Sango laughed along with her and smiled at the young woman at the front desk, "Hello, we're here to visit Miss Desirée ."

"Yes she mentioned you were coming, if you take the elevator to the eighth floor she'll be three doors down on the right," The young woman hesitated before asking, "Are you really the Kagome Higurashi?"

"Yeah," Kagome smiled, "I'm Kagome Higurashi."

"Oh wow, that dress you made for Catherine Zeta-Jones was just amazing!" The girl held up her copy of US Weekly, "I've been drooling for hours. Not that Tania Hardcastle's wasn't beautiful, but Catherine's was just... wow."

"Thank you," Kagome blushed a little. "She's a beautiful woman so that helps too."

"There's rumors that you've come up with a few in the same style?" The girl asked hopefully. "I hope you make some in the same color, the blackish-blue material was so lovely and it might just go with my pale skin."

"Well the dress was such a hit that she called and asked me to do a few like it and make it a special line," Kagome nodded, "What's your name by the way? This is my best friend Sango Taijiya."

"Oh dear! I'm so sorry, I completely forgot, my name's Kanna," The young lady stood and offered her hand, "Kanna Montgomery at your service."

"I'm going to be making a dress for Desirée and coming over pretty often, do you work here all the time?" Kagome asked.

Kanna nodded, "Yes, I'm here daily from seven a.m. to five."

"Great! I'll be glad to see you here," Kagome beamed, "You know, with your fair coloring, I might just get inspired for another dress."

"Really?" Kanna's voice radiated delight, "Inspired by me?"

"I'll have a sketch for you soon," Kagome winked, noticed Sango's discomfort and excused them. "Gotta run now, poor Sango can't stay on her feet much longer."

"Oh and you'll be late, go ahead," Kanna beamed, grabbed up her magazine and focused on the dress again. [Imagine, me being the inspiration behind one of these dresses!]

"Kagome you're too tender-hearted for your own good, you know that?" Sango sighed and leaned against the mirror in the elevator.

"Maybe," Kagome shrugged, "Did you see the smile on her face? It was worth it, and seeing how I'm going to design a few more dresses anyways, why not base one on her? She's got to have trouble with clothing being so very pale and with such amazing white hair. You did see that right? Her hair's actually white, not a single colored strand. And her eyes were such a lovely blue!"

"She's albino," Sango shrugged, "A very extreme case but its not unheard of."

Kagome nodded, "Exactly! And I've never designed anything for women like her, you know, really, really pale women. This could be good for them too."

"If you say so girl," Sango heard the elevator beep and thanked the heavens. "I need to get off my feet, ugh, I want this kid out soon."

"You're only seven and a half months along," Kagome helped her out and led her down the hallway.

"You're here!" Desirée's voice reached them. She practically skipped over and helped Sango on the side opposite Kagome, "You poor thing, almost there huh?"

"No!" Sango's shoulders slumped, "Damnit I'm not even eight months pregnant! Kagome as soon as I get this kid out I'm having Sessh neutered!"

Both girls helping her burst into laugher, and Sango eventually joined in too. "Ok fine, but he's not coming near me with his you-know-what until this kid's in college!"

Kagome helped her sit on the loveseat and smiled at Desi over her head, "I bet they won't make it 'till the kid's out of the bassinet and into a real crib."

"OH YOU!"

Glaring at the laughing girls, Sango opened her bag of slightly crushed cheetos and the container of cream cheese, munching on them while they took a seat on two chairs they pulled over. Soon they were engrossed in their work, using Kagome's drawings, a few magazines and some pictures from Desirée's mother's wedding to create the girl's ideal dress.

[I wonder if I'll ever design my own?]

The question startled Kagome, the image of herself in a white dress like the one in the picture she hel, suddenly coming to mind. She'd always dreamed of getting married. When had she given up on that idea? Had Hojo really traumatized her that badly?

But of course she knew the answer to that.

[So why am I thinking about it again after so long?]

"What do you think Kagome?"

"Umm..."

"So who is he?"

"He?"

"She's seeing someone secret"

"Oohh!"

"She won't even tell me, her best friend since birth."

"No!"

"Because there's no one there!" Kagome glared at Sango, focusing again on the dress. "I like it, without the ruffle."

Desirée gaped, "But that was..."

"I don't do ruffles," Kagome insisted.

"She doesn't" Sango shook her head, "Just like she doesn't confide in her best friends."

"There's no one to talk about!"

"Suure..."

"Sango you ask me one more time..."

"And you'll what?"

"I'll take away your cheetos!" Kagome grabbed the bag and jumped away, taunting her friend.

Sango gasped, horrified as her friend held the bag over the wastebasket. "I'll leave you alone, I promise! Just... don't! Give them back! I want my cheetos!"

"You swear you won't say anything?" Kagome asked, lowering the bag closer to the basket.

"Yes," Sango barely hesitated, crying out when the bag slipped a little between Kagome's fingers, "YES! I promise! Not a word just give them back!"

"Ok," Giving a bright smile, Kagome handed the bag back and snickered, watching her friend snatch it up and hold it close like a mother would a child they'd nearly lost.

"That was evil Kagome," Desirée shook her head and focused again on the designs they had so far.

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"So seriously, who is he?"

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How do you guys like Desi? She seem ok? I like her.

I'm sorry this update took forever. Mystic Hanyou, you're right, I posted this on FF.net long ago but I lost the diskette where I had it for a while. Obviously I found it and then I had to wait for my computer to be fixed or school to start. (School's started and my machine's still not working.)

But I have the next 2 chapters done and I'm just editing so hang in there! I'll update again soon.

Thanks for the reviews you guys and don't forget to tell me what you think of Desirée.

See ya!