InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Guns and Roses, An Assassins' Best Weapon ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: CDsmith

(A/N: This is a thanksgiving present. (P.S. We also apologize for the two blank chapters on A Single Spark. Before there had been two extra chapters in place of that, but we weren't able to delete them and that was the result. WE APOLOGIZE GREATLY! Please forgive us!) We also like to thank everyone who voted and reviewed. They really mean a lot to us.)

Disclaimer: Do not own Inuyasha, but we do very much wish to own at least Sesshoumaru's toe. We do own The nameless waitress, the people in the café and the two old women who ::wink, wink:: are actually us. (Minus the old and plus the loud and obnoxious) So…continue on to the story.

Not to mention that we made sure to add a very special thanksgiving present from Toga. But then again, we're not really sure if it is a thanksgiving present at all.

*****

It was a week ago when Kagome sat down at the small island table in her kitchen. And with pen and paper in hand she began to let all of her emotions out on paper.

Dear Inuyasha,

I remember when I first met you. I felt as if you were the one for me, but over the last 4 years of my not so pleasant marriage with you I came to see that my dream of having a happy life with youwas nothing more than that…just a dream. You did nothing but hurt me, treat me as though I was second best to whom ever you were cheating on me with. I never tried to put you down,Inuyasha.I never tried to make you feel inferiorto me so why did you make me feel inferior? Why did you make me feel as if I didn't matter?You treated me as if I were the dirton your shoe. I know I might have come off as a whiny, annoying girl - a child even -but all I ever wanted was lovefrom you. I even tried to spruce up my looks just for you,but that only drove you away from me. It made you sleep in another bedand not come home for days.You only came crawling into “our bed”when you were horny and couldn't have her.

One thing I will say that I'm sorry for is sleeping with Miroku. It was a drunken one night stand. I should have had more respect for our marriage -morerespect for you. But you don't deserve respect from me now, do you.

You divorced me and what didI get for those horrible years?Nothing. I deserve something. I have no means of supporting myself. You are wealthy. Why can't you at leastlend me some funds just until I get a permanent job?(There is no way I can live off of what I am getting paid now.)But you are selfish and greedy. I don't want much, Inuyasha.I never did and never will.I just want enough to support myself. Don't make things harder than they have to be.

I never wanted to ever do this to anyone in my life, but this divorce is too much of problem. There is too much that you have done, and I even might have to sue you on the account of mental and emotional abuse and other denotes.

Signed, Kagome Higurashi

After she wrote the letter she mailed it to Inuyasha. Since she mailed him that letter she had been receiving threatening letters, threatening phone calls and even more threatening messages left on her voice mail from Inuyasha. She knew Inuyasha wasn't the brightest individual so even though she didn't like those letters and those messages they would help her in the law suit she had against him.

*****

Inuyasha paced back and forth in his study. `Where is he?' his mind wondered over and over again as he paced across his rug floor. The sparks of light from the fire in the fireplace danced on the walls of the study adding different shades and hues to everything it touched, and for some reason this just angered him greatly.

Inuyasha was seriously irritated at Sesshoumaru. The bastard was never late for anything except things he thought were unimportant, and now he was actually coming up late for their meeting. “Damn bastard…” Inuyasha muttered, his jaw clenched and his eyes dancing with the flame.

It pissed him off! It really did! And he just wanted to walk over to that fireplace and put the damned fire out, but he thought it a waste of time. It would die out by itself anyways.

He had gone over in his head what he would say to his brother, and he was going to be clever with his approach. No jokes, no arguing. He was going to get straight to the point.

Inuyasha stopped pacing to look at his watch. It was 7:30, where the hell could his brother be? He was supposed to have arrived at exactly 6 o'clock.

“That's it!” Inuyasha said through clenched teeth. He reached into his tailored suite pocket for his cell phone. Before he could even dial Sesshoumaru's number he heard a knock on the door.

`I'll get to this problem later. I'll just have to see who it is now, though.'

“Sorry for disturbing you sir, but your brother is here and he wishes to speak with you. Do you want me to send him away?”

Inuyasha walked over to the door. His hand grasped around the cold brass of the door handle before opening the door swiftly. “Tell my brother to come to my study at once,” Inuyasha almost growled out commandingly. The butler bowed before walking away.

Inuyasha walked over to his dark wooden desk where a bottle of brandy sat still and half full. He didn't understand why his father and brother loved it so much. He thought it tasted okay...

He poured a glass of brandy and brought the glass to his nose admiring the smell. He then swirled around the contents of the brandy in the medium sized shot glass before bringing it to his lips to drink the liquid substance. As he swallowed it shot through him like fire. He had to close his eyes to hold back the tears for he still wasn't used to the burning sensation it left in his throat.

Inhaling and then exhaling, Inuyasha breathed a little before drinking the whole contents of his glass. A strangled cough erupted from his throat, burning as if the sparks of fire from the fireplace ignited in his esophagus.

“Still not used to the taste I can see.” Sesshoumaru stood in front of the door watching Inuyasha make a total fool of himself. “Brandy is not your drink,” he said walking towards Inuyasha's livid form.

Inuyasha still unable to speak just glared at Sesshoumaru.

“So what business proposal were you speaking of Inuyasha?”

Inuyasha sat at his desk. He began going through some of the desk drawers. After a minute or so of searching through some of the scattered messes he stood from his desk with a cream colored folder in hand. “Look at that,” he demanded, clearing his throat.

Sesshoumaru looked from the folder to Inuyasha warily before opening the seal on the flap. In the folder was a picture of Kagome, her address, phone number and the letter she wrote to Inuyasha.

Sesshoumaru stared at the picture - a solemn look on his face hiding his slightly confused thoughts while analyzing the person in the picture and her relevance to the letter. His eyes wandered to the picture of Kagome again scanning over the details. In the picture she wore a traditional spring Japanese style Kimono appearing to be such a light shade of green that it almost appeared to be white. It had light shades of pink, blue and white decorative designs and a yellow obi. She had a warm smile, and her hair hung in a loose bun. She wore little to no make up.

`It seems that he married her because of her resemblance to Kikyou…' Sesshoumaru noticed. He still questioned himself though and raised an eyebrow. “Is there relations between her and Kikyou?”

“No…I don't really think so…” Inuyasha shrugged taking the folder from Sesshoumaru. He walked over to his desk and laid the folder down, but the picture still remained in his hand. His calm face slightly turned into a grimace as he stated exactly who was in the picture.

“Your ex-wife?” Sesshoumaru asked, eyebrow starting to rise.

“Yes.”

“She is-,”

“I know… She's not really up to par with Kikyou, but I guess it was easy being with her for a bit.” It was just another instance where Inuyasha was wrong. But what could he say to a stubborn jackass who always thought he was right? How ironic. Sesshoumaru's comment was actually going to be regarding the girl in the picture much more than Kikyou, but he definitely did not feel like getting into an argument with Inuyasha today.

Inuyasha slipped the picture back into the folder on his desk and turned back to his half-brother standing in the middle of the room. “I want you to kill her. No matter the price, I'll pay it.”

Sesshoumaru walked over to the fire place - his eyes flashing deep amber as he stared at the embers of the flame almost in contemplation. His eyes turned emotionless once again as he thought about what his brother asked.

“Don't tell me you're having second thoughts?”

“How can I have second thoughts if I never had first thoughts to begin with?”

“So you're not going to do it?”

“I never said that,” Sesshoumaru turned around to look at Inuyasha. “But if I do kill this girl, I have a specific request for you.”

“And that would be?”

A silence reigned over the two men for an instant as amber met another amber, one slightly darker than the other. The wood in the fire place crackled and burn before Sesshoumaru finally broke the silence. "I want you to leave Japan and never return.”

“What!” Inuyasha's eyes burned red. “You son-of-a-bitch! I'm not going anywhere.”

“Well if you don't leave then...”

“Then what Sesshoumaru? Are you going to run to Toga?”

Sesshoumaru chuckled emotionlessly running his hand through his medium length pony-tail. He sighed before walking over to Inuyasha - his glare never ceasing. He stood only a couple of inches from Inuyasha's face. His eyes mocked and taunted him along with his smirk and the tone of his voice. “Oh dear brother, you have no choice,” he uttered, his eyes flashing and his smirk turning devilish.

“Kiss my-,” Inuyasha's sentence was stopped abruptly by an immediate flash of something he couldn't quite catch and a soon swelling jaw. His vision had caught white, soon finding himself on his own floor. Once out of his daze he peered up at his brother's once again emotionless eyes and sneering face.

”Why the hell'd you do that?” Inuyasha screamed.

“It's called respect brother and you obviously have none. Now I will tell you this once and only once,” Sesshoumaru began to crack his knuckles at a slow resolute pace. “When it comes to me and my other job I don't take `no' for an answer, so I will kill your ex-wife and you will leave Japan. Go to Europe. Go to America. I really don't care where you go but I want you and your whore of a wife gone.”

Inuyasha stood to his feet glaring. His jaw hurt with a throbbing pain that Sesshoumaru's punch had inflicted, and he wanted to attack Sesshoumaru and demonstrate his anger, but he knew he couldn't win any fight with him. He learned that a long time ago.

Sesshoumaru turned and walked towards the door and opened it to exit, but was stopped abruptly by Inuyasha's question and stare at the back of his head. “And what if I don't leave?” Inuyasha asked as he watched Sesshoumaru walk out of the study. He didn't have to answer for Inuyasha already knew what would happen if he disobeyed his brother.

*****

Kikyou had been shocked to see Sesshoumaru walk past her. When had he arrived? Did he come to see Inuyasha or her?

She tried to stop him so she could at least have a conversation with him - a conversation he had been trying to avoid for the last four years. Or better yet the last 6 months for that's when he and she both found out.

But he just walked past her and pretended as if she wasn't even there. She looked at him with a blank and somewhat emotionless stare. "Sesshoumaru…" she uttered his name so low that it sounded as a whisper. His name felt bitter sweet on her tongue lacing itself with the slithering, burning feeling in her gut. She hated to say his name, most of all she hated to admit to what she did.

He was gone as fast as he came and she was just left with more unanswered questions and so many regrets. Now all she had was Inuyasha and the dark secret which she hid in the dark recesses of her mind that hid uncountable secrets. Inuyasha couldn't know. He just couldn't know… No one could.

She walked to the kitchen, her hands felt moist from her distress and her heart wouldn't stop accelerating in the confines of her chest. She felt out of place in her skin; in this other woman's home. Yes it was her home now but this was that other woman's home with Inuyasha before it belonged to her.

`Shit, how will I explain this to Inuyasha? He wouldn't understand, and he wouldn't love me any more.' Was it true that Inuyasha would treat Kikyou the same way he treated Kagome? Would he think her tainted if he knew the secret that both her and Sesshoumaru shared? Or would he still love her the same? She left the past in the past, and the future was now with Inuyasha. Those times would just have to stay with Sesshoumaru where it belonged.

*****

It was just another Thursday night for Kagome. Which included her sulking in bed with a bottle of some alcohol at her side but she told her self she would not become an alcoholic hag because of Inuyasha. He wouldn't control her life. She lay in bed - her mind running a mile a minute. She so desperately wanted to do something...anything to occupy her time. It was around 9 o'clock at night and she as usual didn't have anything to do. Her hair was askew and all she wore were sweatpants and an over sized t-shirt. The ringing on her phone knocked her back to her very sad and depressing reality.

She answered the phone after the second ring. “Yeah?” Her voice held an uneven tone and was very raspy considering her usual girlish and much happier state of voice. It didn't affect her in the least, though. She was tired but not tired enough to go to sleep. She was bored but she was also to damn lazy at this point to get up and do a damn thing. If anything she really wished it would at least be someone who mattered on the phone.

She heard a man's voice over the receiver.

“I think I may I have the wrong number, but is Kagome there?”

“Yes, this is her.”

“Really...”

“Yes really…” She knew she didn't really sound like her self but she didn't sound that bad did she?

“Kagome it's me,Miroku.”

Kagome didn't say anything. She was to busy choking on her words. She wanted to know why the hell he had called and she also wanted to know if he wanted more of what happened in the bar, `cause it was not happening again. Even though Kagome was in desperate need of a warm masculine body lying next to her own. Miroku just wasn't her type.

But she wondered if rude, arrogant, good-looking jerks were…

“No Kagome, that's not why I called,” Was he thinking the same thing she was? She sure hoped he wasn't… “but I called because I'm worried about you, and so is Sango. I know you don't wish to remember what happened that night but...”he trailed off after that sentence.

“Miroku what are you talking about? I thought you said that's not why you called?” she jested. A curve appeared on her lips as a half smile.

“It isn't but I was thinking...since you're lonely and all maybe I can arrange a blind date for you?”

“Are you trying to pimp me out to one of your chou-hentai (Super-Pervert) friends Miroku? I might be lonely but I am definitely not desperate for some guy!”

Kagome slammed the phone down with such force she felt as if she had broken it. She didn't mean to yell at Miroku but everyone seemed to want to help her when all she needed was peace and quiet and a bottle of Vodka or beer. She didn't need a guy right now. If anything she needed to get drunk so she didn't have to feel all of this worthlessness.

Then it came to her, `I am going to be a drunken lonely bitch hating the world because one man broke my heart.' And that brought her to the point of maybe awakening, or at least wanting to break down into a hopeless sob. She didn't want to obsess over the past. The past had happened, and yes it had been a past she would have been happy to erase from her memories. `But that would mean I'd forget all the good times,' she thought to herself sadly. A lonely tear escaped the crevice of an eye and she refused to let anymore free. But with Inuyasha was there really ever a good time - a good moment? A time that she didn't want to forget…

Yes there had been times like that. She searched every crevice of her mind and she found it. There were a lot of memories of the things he did that were so hurtful, but buried under all of those hateful things there was the time when he had told her he loved her, and even if he didn't mean it back then she thought he did and it felt so good for her to hear those words uttered from his lips.

Kagome got out of bed and walked to her kitchen. Her stomach was beginning to talk to her. “Feed me!” it screamed. “Fine,” she told her grumbling tummy with a bit of agitation in her voice. Kagome knew she was talking to her self but it was alright since she was all by her lonesome.

Her fridge was so full of this and that and she was so hungry. She decided on some instant ramen since she was just too lazy to cook.

She sat down at her couch sipping from her bowl of ramen when the phone suddenly rung. “It must be Miroku again,” she queried out loud as she stood to answer the kitchen phone.

“Hello?” her voice was a lot more cheerful than it was half an hour ago.

“Hey Kagome, it's me Sango. Do you want to go out tonight?”

`Think quick, Kagome. Think quick!' “I can't Sango ::cough:: I'm sick.” Kagome was using her best sick voice and she hoped Sango would buy it. She didn't really understand why she was declining her invitation, though. Wasn't she just complaining about having something to do?

“Oh, do you want me to bring you some medicine?”

“No...I wouldn't want you to get sick and I have my own medicine.” Kagome threw in some very violent sickly coughs closing the deal.

“Alright. Call me tomorrow. Maybe your little cold will have passed by then and we can hang out. Okay?”

“I think it will be some days before I get better but I'll call you. Bye,” Kagome lied. Kagome hung up the phone before Sango could say anything more. She just wanted to be alone for the moment. Why couldn't anyone get that through their heads.

*****

It had been one week since Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru's meeting and that one week just happened to be not as eventful as others. Properly disguised and hiding his very distinctive Youkai features, Sesshoumaru walked into the small little café that was reported to be one of Kagomes' favorites. It was clean and slightly eloquent with warm sand colored tiles and tables spread around neatly. The lights were slightly dimmed expressing a peaceful atmosphere.

He took a seat near a window, basking in the warm light of the beautiful mid-morning sun. Upon taking his seat he pulled a newspaper out of his jacket pocket and flipped it open, making sure to be vigilant for Kagome's arrival.

He let out a sigh as the waitress came closer seemingly taking in his appearance of now dyed black hair and hazel eyes before casting a smile at him. She stopped at his table, fidgeting to retrieve her notepad from the belt around her waist holding a pouch and a pen for orders. Her fingers twitched nervously around her pen as she greeted him for his order.

She cleared her throat and swallowed visibly before speaking. “H-hello sir.” she obviously forgot to mention her name. “W-what will your order be for this morning?”

Yes, the café was decent, but definitely not to his taste. He avoided eye contact with her. Why? For one, there was no reason to pay attention to someone who was unimportant to him at the moment. And two, there was still the matter of looking for his current target who had ceased to arrive yet.

“I'll have a black Columbian brewed coffee. One sugar. No cream and a croissant with butter on the side.” Sesshoumaru's eyes never left the newspaper in his hands.

“Will that be all, sir?”

“Yes.” She seemed to bite her lip as if to expect something before walking away to prepare his order. Minutes later his order was placed before him.

“Oh, I forgot to mention my name. How impolite of me.”

“Go. It is not important to me.”

The girl seemed discouraged for a moment before giving him another half smile and an apology as she walked away. Sesshoumaru took a small bite out of his croissant and took a sip of his coffee. He turned back to the papers in his hands and skimmed over a couple of articles. It wasn't until a couple of minutes later that he managed to catch a glimpse of ebony hair and a brown leather coat.

The bell over the door of the café sounded announcing her arrival. He looked up from his newspaper, just catching her walk past him and further down the aisle to sit down at a seat that was a table away from the windows. She took a seat that was luckily facing him.

As Kagome sat down she removed her gray scarf and unbuttoned her coat to reveal her off-white top. As she leaned against the back of the chair a deep sigh resonated from her throat - the exhaustion plain and clear on her sullen face. Slight dark circles showed under her eyes and she seemed to be paler than she happened to be in the photo he had seen of her. In his inspection he noticed her pull a folder from out of the purse she had been carrying. She opened it and scanned over its contents before groaning and lifting her head to rub her temples.

Exasperation clouded her blue eyes and anger curled her lips into a snarl. Running a hand through her bangs, Kagome looked up to the waitress that greeted her and smiled.

“So what will it be today, Kagome? The usual?”

Kagome's smile was still plastered on her face when she replied, “I'll just have a cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese and a mocha. Thanks.”

The waitress nodded and smiled as she left. Kagome rested her left elbow on the table and rested her cheek on her palm. She refused to look at the aggravating documents on the table any longer.

Her eyes drifted around the café viewing the people who she would usually see there at the time she arrived. That day she only happened to see the dark writer who usually sat in a far corner of the café typing in his laptop and the two elder women who would only come to the café every certain amount of weeks. They seemed to be good friends. Kagome had only seen them in the café a few times, but every time she did see them (or hear them) she would encounter them laughing hysterically or making a ruckus.

As her eyes roamed the small to medium sized café they stopped on a particular stranger sitting near the window. From Kagome's point of view the only visible feature of he or she was the silky black hair that was visible only on the side of the newspaper they were busily reading. For a while she was unaware of her staring until he (now confirmed) lowered the newspaper to take a sip of his black coffee. As his eyes appeared over the rim of his cup their eyes locked. Swirling hazel locked with her deep blue making her heart pace quicken momentarily and a heat rush to her face. Was it not right to not look away? He had a sharp jaw-line that shaped his elegantly sculpted face and his medium-length dark hair brought out his hazel eyes. Kagome squinted some. If that wasn't the sunlight from the window, then was he glowing?

The staring became odd after a couple of seconds before she looked away awkwardly. Her cheeks were tainted pink as she tried to avert her eyes frantically in search of some interesting point on the floor or table.

It was not mistaken. Sesshoumaru could clearly see the blush on her pale cheeks as she desperately searched for something to avoid eye contact with him. How could a woman so fazed appear to be such an innocent? This seemingly childlike game was simply just another way of information gathering, but truly nothing more. If this was any other circumstance he could have easily approached her and talked her into to coming back to his place…and he could have finished the job in more ways than one. But it was an obligation to complete this job and so he wouldn't get his thrill. He did have to admit that it would be interesting to find out why Inuyasha wanted to see her dead so badly. And not to mention what about her made his father want her so badly.

From what he had witnessed so far she seemed to be a typically nice female. She seemed too innocent to be that much of a problem for his brother. Though, if anything Sesshoumaru could not truly tolerate innocence - with an exception to one person.

Their eyes met again in the dim light of the café, and then there was yet another slight flush to her cheeks. It could be compared to a game of peek-a-boo, per se. He decided to play along for a little while, but after some time he had realized his information gathering session was over. Further providence in this café would be utterly useless.

Sesshoumaru stood from his chair and made another act of glancing at her and catching her eyes in his deep gaze.

Kagome finally noticed through her timid avoidance of his stare again that he seemed to be making his way toward her. His motions were slow before she noticed him taking a turn around a chair in his way and heading to the door.

Her eyes didn't leave him until she witnessed the site of him walk out of the door, seemingly with another odd glow from the sun. She couldn't help but wonder who he was exactly looking at and why.

*****

“One week,” Inuyasha muttered to himself as he lay in bed with Kikyou. She was still much awake since he wouldn't shut up. It was just so annoying how much his mind was more set on this damn kill Kagome thing and not paying attention to her. She was his wife now!

“Inuyasha, why do you need her dead anyway?” Inuyasha just snorted turning his gaze away from the beautiful woman that lay half naked next to him under their covers.

“I have my reasons…” he retorted lamely.

He didn't feel like getting into details with Kikyou, not now, not ever. He never had anyone who was completely on his side so his only choice was to keep to himself. What he and Kagome had was long over, but still, she really didn't need to know the details of there marriage. If he could call it that.

Another problem was that damned Sesshoumaru! He was stalling. He should have definitely killed her by now if he was the greatly proclaimed assassin that he said he was. But it hadn't been like that. If he was such a damn good assassin he would have killed her the next day he arranged the deal with Inuyasha.

It was only natural that Inuyasha called Sesshoumaru every day asking him “Is Kagome dead yet?” He called so much that Sesshoumaru stopped answering his calls and started ignoring him all together. It only made Inuyasha more persistent. He felt it was a duty of his to remind Sesshoumaru of his obligations.

Calling Kagome just to hear her voice would seem quite odd to someone who had no idea to why he was doing it, but if she answered the phone it would be an indication that she was alive and if no one answered she was probably dead. It all made sense to him. It was true that he was rushing through this, but he really didn't care. She had to die.

So here lay Inuyasha in his bed waiting for the death of Kagome. For she was the only thing in his past that had to go and with her gone he could truly be happy with Kikyou.

“Inuyasha,” Kikyou's voice seemed broken and distraught bringing Inuyasha out of his deep thoughts. He turned to look at her. Her eyes filled with tears.

“Kikyou, why are you crying?” He began to wipe away the tears that fell freely from her sad eyes that swirled with distant emotions pushed back into the depths of her mind.

“If and when Sesshoumaru kills Kagome I don't want to leave Japan.” She looked away from Inuyasha so he wouldn't see the hint of guilt that glistened in her eyes at that moment.

“Kikyou I know we've lived here all our lives, but we can be just as happy in Europe or in the Caribbeans. It doesn't really matter. If its jus' you and me we can be just as happy any-”

She cut him off with a loud sigh.

“No! I will not be told what to do by that bastard brother of yours. Why the hell do we have to leave just because he says so?”

Inuyasha shrugged. He didn't want to tell Kikyou that he had a deep fear for his brother, but he would always listen to her regards if she truly wanted something.

“Does Toga know about this,” Kikyou continued. “Does he know that Sesshoumaru is making us leave Japan? Who the hell does he think he is?” Her voice was full of agitation and she hoped that Inuyasha couldn't sense the anxiety that she held at that exact moment.

“Kikyou...” Inuyasha was wondering why she was acting this way. She seemed to get angry at the mention of Sesshoumaru's name, and right now she was definitely pissed.

She stepped out of bed. Her grace emanated from her even as she scanned the floor for her clothing spread around the room. When she gathered all of her belongings she walked back over to Inuyasha.

The disheartened look on Inuyasha's face shook her for a moment before she spoke. “I'm going to sleep in the guest room. I can't even stand to lay with you tonight." Her voice held so much frustration and her cheeks began to burn red with anger.

She departed the room leaving Inuyasha speechless and very confused.

He just lay there, wishing to himself that she would come back and apologize for her immature behavior, but that didn't happen. Instead he fell off into sleep and as he did so he hoped that when he awoke she would be there.

The women who he had loved for so many years. The women he was doing all of this for just to make her happy it was all for her, but when he awoke he was still very much so by himself. Maybe she just didn't realize that he was doing all of this for her.

*****

Kenny and I were asked - or persuaded - to spend Turkey day at Toga's estate. Yes, in Japan, but he decided to celebrate it anyway. Well, `cause, he's Toga. The whole time Kenny and I were there we avoided Toga while we desperately looked for food and played video games…or both. Kenny played her PSP while I snuck away to eavesdrop on Toga and Sesshoumaru's conversation on Thanksgiving. Sadly I have never been the same and laugh whenever someone says Thanksgiving. This is what occurred:

Sesshoumaru: I can't believe that I am actually at your estate…celebrating…Thanksgiving? Don't we live in Japan? Or am I insane.

Toga: You are insane and we do live in Japan. Does that make you feel better…? But off of the subject of your mental disabilities, I've decided to celebrate Thanksgiving after spending a very interesting Thanksgiving feast with an American friend of mine.

Sesshoumaru: Hm…Well, how do you celebrate thanksgiving? I have forgotten exactly how they celebrate the holiday. Why don't you tell me the rest.

Toga: I'm glad you asked. (Toga pulls out a really long list) Well of course you'll need things that you're thankful for, and so I decided to write up a list of things that I am thankful for. ::Clears Throat:: I am most thankful for my beautiful silver hair, my beautiful golden eyes, my cute nose and my luscious lips, my sexy body, and I can't forget what I have below the belt that has please so many women for so many years…

Sesshoumaru: Is there anything on that list that isn't about you and your looks?

Toga: ::Pauses:: Oh! Of course! (Toga hands Sesshoumaru the list.)

Sesshoumaru scans all the way down the list and in small font he tried to read. Toga hands him a magnifying glass out of nowhere and Sesshoumaru reads I am thankful for my sons. Toga takes back the list.

Sesshoumaru: But aren't you forgetting the feast? I'm pretty sure that there is supposed to be a thanksgiving feast.

Toga: Of course I have the feast. I have sweet potato pie, pumpkin pie, apple pie, cherry pie, peach cobbler and…Oh! Not to forget the cranberry sauce. Do you want any?

Sesshoumaru: Okay…now that you named all of these pies where are they?

Toga: Oh, `pies'!

Six women in bathing suits come out of nowhere.

Sesshoumaru: But…these are women…Its nowhere near the term of pie and far from the term of feast. Aren't you forgetting the meat?

Toga raises an eyebrow.

Sesshoumaru: I don't even want to know…

Toga: Isn't a sexual feast just like a food feast?

Sesshoumaru: But you're forgetting the food.

Toga: How could you say that? Cherries, strawberries, whip cream, chocolate. Aren't those foods?

Sesshoumaru: Father…is this really what Thanksgiving is all about?

Toga: Well isn't thanksgiving a time to be thankful and eat `till your heart is content? I mean…I am thankful for of course myself and my sons…and whatever. And I do plan to eat these cherries and strawberries and whip cream…off of their bodies… I plan to get really full. I expect them to become really full too. In more ways than one…

Sesshoumaru: ::Growls:: I'm just going to go home. You're sick. (Sesshoumaru begins to walk out)

Toga: That's the last time I ask you to spend Thanksgiving with me!

Sesshoumaru: WE LIVE IN JAPAN!

Toga: Whatever… Upstairs right now! It's time to celebrate thanksgiving!

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