InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Head Over Heels ❯ Something Wicked ( Chapter 18 )
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By: hedgehogmadhatter 
Sesshomaru lifted his brows and returned to his paper leaving me standing there wondering what had possessed me to lie. I waited for him to lift his chin and level me with an accusation but he just sat there reading some editorial debating the ownership of US ports.
Couldn’t he tell I was lying by just looking at me? Or maybe he’d smell it on me or notice that my pulse was a bit faster than normal.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.05.2006 | Pages: 7 | Words: 8.3K | Visits: 523 | Status: Completed
Sesshomaru lifted his brows and returned to his paper leaving me standing there wondering what had possessed me to lie. I waited for him to lift his chin and level me with an accusation but he just sat there reading some editorial debating the ownership of US ports.
Couldn’t he tell I was lying by just looking at me? Or maybe he’d smell it on me or notice that my pulse was a bit faster than normal.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.05.2006 | Pages: 7 | Words: 8.3K | Visits: 523 | Status: Completed
Chapter Eighteen
Something Wicked
Kagura:
I lay flat on my back on the crisp, cool, smooth striped sheets of Sesshomaru's bed. He was sleeping beside me face down on his stomach; his arm slung over my belly in a protective embrace. My eyes were still wide open while I tried to lose myself in the perfect world of his deep and even breaths.
I studied the faint patterns of light cast from street lights outside the window onto the ceiling. The events of the evening kept replaying in my mind but while disturbing they weren't enough to keep me awake.
No, there was something much more sinister crawling through my head.
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I never did figure out how or why Inuyasha ducked out of the store so fast. When Sesshomaru took my hand in his and gave me a burning look hot enough to curl my toes, I'd forgotten all about my new found friend.
We locked the doors and Kohaku reluctantly picked up the store but made a show of dragging his feet. I ran into him alone in the storage room where we exchanged angry glances. He lifted his chin in blatant defiance but I sent a wind of warning past his face and he backed down.
When we came out, Sesshomaru was setting at the coffee bar fully absorbed in his thoughts and frowning. I offered him a coffee and he declined but accepted a cup of hot jasmine tea. Then he asked softly, “Who was sitting here?”
I made a face and shrugged, “I don't remember. I was busy.”
Sesshomaru closed his eyes briefly then opened them and shook his head. My hand stopped in mid wipe over the scratched countertop. “Is something… wrong?”
He lifted his head and met my gaze for a long moment as though he were memorizing the planes of my face. “It's nothing.”
Kohaku strolled up to me with his hands in his baggy jean pockets and announced, “The shelves are done.”
There was no way this could be true. I looked up and saw piles of books on the floor where our courteous customers had left them. “No they're not, now fix it.”
He shot me a burning look of hate and muttered some petty obscenity under his breath. Sesshomaru's pointy ears twitched and he glared at Kohaku over his Wall Street Journal. “Boy, I don't think Kagura heard you. Maybe you should repeat that.”
Kohaku took in Sesshomaru's face and talons. His eyes widened and he shook his head, “I said I'll get right on that.”
Sesshomaru nodded, “Hurry up. I don't have all night to waste here with the likes of you.” His eyes fell on the boy's over sized jeans, and he added, “Pull your pants up.”
As Kohaku flew past me I barely made out his words, “Do you always get other demons to fight your battles for you?”
God that boy wanted to die, I honestly have no idea how Sango puts up with him. I lifted my hand and sent an errant wind to knock a pile of serial romance novels from the shelf to the floor. “Hey it looks like you missed a few there Kohaku, you'd better get cracking.”
Kohaku stomped off and I turned to find Sesshomaru watching me. I grinned and sniggered, “Good stuff huh? That'll teach his skinny little mortal ass.”
Sesshomaru frowned, “What did he mean?” He tapped his long nails over the marred countertop looking somewhat impatient.
I went back to wiping down the counters with the bar rag, “Mean by what?”
“He asked, do you always get other demon to fight for you.” Sesshomaru's golden eyes waited for my answer. God the man didn't miss a trick. But he didn't have to know everything did he?
I shrugged, “There was a guy in here earlier who gave Kohaku a way to go. He had it coming.”
His eyes sparked, “What did he look like?”
Suddenly I had a revelation.
Inu-Yasha had given me his last name first or just combined the two. He had those eyes, that wry sense of humor and was obviously a hanyou. Inu Sesshomaru… Oh God, I'd met his infamous half brother.
Even worse I liked the guy. He was what my mom called good people. I don't know what Sesshomaru had against him but it seemed unwarranted. He helped me when he didn't have to and he didn't even hurt Kohaku. Sesshomaru must have picked up on Inuyasha's scent. I felt like a kid caught with one hand in the cookie jar though there was no reason for it.
Suddenly I was possessed by the spirit of Pinocchio and said evasively, “He had white hair.” Many yokai have white or silver hair, I was an exception.
The corners of Sesshomaru's lips turned down, “Was there anything else unusual about him?”
I pretended to think, “No not really.”
“What about his ears?”
I shrugged, “He was wearing a hat but both ears appeared to be present and accounted for.” Okay so I was leaving out a few crucial facts but then again he hadn't asked if these ears were fuzzy and oh so tweak-able.
Sesshomaru lifted his brows and returned to his paper leaving me standing there wondering what had possessed me to lie. I waited for him to lift his chin and level me with an accusation but he just sat there reading some editorial debating the ownership of US ports.
Couldn't he tell I was lying by just looking at me? Or maybe he'd smell it on me or notice that my pulse was a bit faster than normal. But he just sat there. I wanted to pull down his paper and see if he was playing some cruel cat and mouse game with me.
Finally he lowered his paper and gave me an odd glance, “Is something amiss?” I could almost hear him thinking, `Silly woman, why is she staring at me?'
I shook my head, “No.”
Sesshomaru frowned, “Then hurry up so we can leave.”
I felt my head nod and returned to mopping the counters down. I knew I'd just chosen sides in a fierce war. The implications of my spontaneous decision were unclear and I still didn't understand why I'd lied.
Why did it even matter?
There was no way this could be true. I looked up and saw piles of books on the floor where our courteous customers had left them. “No they're not, now fix it.”
He shot me a burning look of hate and muttered some petty obscenity under his breath. Sesshomaru's pointy ears twitched and he glared at Kohaku over his Wall Street Journal. “Boy, I don't think Kagura heard you. Maybe you should repeat that.”
Kohaku took in Sesshomaru's face and talons. His eyes widened and he shook his head, “I said I'll get right on that.”
Sesshomaru nodded, “Hurry up. I don't have all night to waste here with the likes of you.” His eyes fell on the boy's over sized jeans, and he added, “Pull your pants up.”
As Kohaku flew past me I barely made out his words, “Do you always get other demons to fight your battles for you?”
God that boy wanted to die, I honestly have no idea how Sango puts up with him. I lifted my hand and sent an errant wind to knock a pile of serial romance novels from the shelf to the floor. “Hey it looks like you missed a few there Kohaku, you'd better get cracking.”
Kohaku stomped off and I turned to find Sesshomaru watching me. I grinned and sniggered, “Good stuff huh? That'll teach his skinny little mortal ass.”
Sesshomaru frowned, “What did he mean?” He tapped his long nails over the marred countertop looking somewhat impatient.
I went back to wiping down the counters with the bar rag, “Mean by what?”
“He asked, do you always get other demon to fight for you.” Sesshomaru's golden eyes waited for my answer. God the man didn't miss a trick. But he didn't have to know everything did he?
I shrugged, “There was a guy in here earlier who gave Kohaku a way to go. He had it coming.”
His eyes sparked, “What did he look like?”
Suddenly I had a revelation.
Inu-Yasha had given me his last name first or just combined the two. He had those eyes, that wry sense of humor and was obviously a hanyou. Inu Sesshomaru… Oh God, I'd met his infamous half brother.
Even worse I liked the guy. He was what my mom called good people. I don't know what Sesshomaru had against him but it seemed unwarranted. He helped me when he didn't have to and he didn't even hurt Kohaku. Sesshomaru must have picked up on Inuyasha's scent. I felt like a kid caught with one hand in the cookie jar though there was no reason for it.
Suddenly I was possessed by the spirit of Pinocchio and said evasively, “He had white hair.” Many yokai have white or silver hair, I was an exception.
The corners of Sesshomaru's lips turned down, “Was there anything else unusual about him?”
I pretended to think, “No not really.”
“What about his ears?”
I shrugged, “He was wearing a hat but both ears appeared to be present and accounted for.” Okay so I was leaving out a few crucial facts but then again he hadn't asked if these ears were fuzzy and oh so tweak-able.
Sesshomaru lifted his brows and returned to his paper leaving me standing there wondering what had possessed me to lie. I waited for him to lift his chin and level me with an accusation but he just sat there reading some editorial debating the ownership of US ports.
Couldn't he tell I was lying by just looking at me? Or maybe he'd smell it on me or notice that my pulse was a bit faster than normal. But he just sat there. I wanted to pull down his paper and see if he was playing some cruel cat and mouse game with me.
Finally he lowered his paper and gave me an odd glance, “Is something amiss?” I could almost hear him thinking, `Silly woman, why is she staring at me?'
I shook my head, “No.”
Sesshomaru frowned, “Then hurry up so we can leave.”
I felt my head nod and returned to mopping the counters down. I knew I'd just chosen sides in a fierce war. The implications of my spontaneous decision were unclear and I still didn't understand why I'd lied.
Why did it even matter?
After all Sesshomaru knew Inuyasha was coming and hell, Sesshomaru was even expecting him. So why did it matter if he knew that his brother was here early?
Kohaku didn't like Sesshomaru but he harbored a healthy combination of respect and fear for the Taiyokai and this was enough to motivate him to finish picking up the store.
Tomorrow was Friday and I was opening alone, so I was happy to get every bit of work from the rat I could. Opening was such a drag and it'd just be me and Miroku from noon until four. We wouldn't have time to finish any left over work from tonight.
Despite Kohaku's laziness time passed quickly. The idea of an evening alone with Sesshomaru was inspiring me to move faster. I was back in the biography section when I first detected the palatable malice in the air.
Kohaku didn't like Sesshomaru but he harbored a healthy combination of respect and fear for the Taiyokai and this was enough to motivate him to finish picking up the store.
Tomorrow was Friday and I was opening alone, so I was happy to get every bit of work from the rat I could. Opening was such a drag and it'd just be me and Miroku from noon until four. We wouldn't have time to finish any left over work from tonight.
Despite Kohaku's laziness time passed quickly. The idea of an evening alone with Sesshomaru was inspiring me to move faster. I was back in the biography section when I first detected the palatable malice in the air.
My head was down and I was re-shelving random books when I broke out in a fit of fast sneezes. Once the sneezing passed, I took a deep breath and was stifled by the thick stagnate air hanging over my head. My God, when was the last time these books had been dusted?
I stood up and peered over the shelves and saw the lights dimming. But I was the only one to notice this strange occurrence. Sesshomaru sat with his paper oblivious to the flicker of our fluorescent lights. Kohaku was in the Children's section slowly restacking a pile of comic books. He was moving so slow I suspected he was doing more reading than straightening.
The air quality was failing quickly so I pulled my shirt over my mouth to help filter it. I dropped down behind the book shelf and walked towards the back to check the heater. Maybe the fan was malfunctioning and it was blowing dirty air out instead of processing it through the intake filter.
I found a vent and it seemed to be blowing clean air. The thermostat showed the store was at it's usual consistent seventy degrees. The heater was set for 60 degrees but the store retained heat better than any coat. I stepped into the back room to check the furnace filter and for once it was clean. I probably had Sango to thank for that, I wasn't sure Miroku knew how to change the furnace filter.
All systems seemed to be working so where was this nasty air coming from? I was on a chair replacing the screws in the filter box when a horrible odor wafted up to me. It was a lovely combination of rotten eggs, rotten fish and cow manure.
What the hell?
The stench was so strong it was wilting what was left of my hair style. Kohaku must've let a sick ally cat in through the back door again. Make that a half dead cat who'd spent all day rolling in a pile of rotting fish and eggs; that was the only reasonable explanation.
My stomach twisted into painful knots and a steady pounding began behind my temples. I prayed to a God I'd never met, that this wasn't happening and that a mangy stray cat was the cause of this.
I stood up and peered over the shelves and saw the lights dimming. But I was the only one to notice this strange occurrence. Sesshomaru sat with his paper oblivious to the flicker of our fluorescent lights. Kohaku was in the Children's section slowly restacking a pile of comic books. He was moving so slow I suspected he was doing more reading than straightening.
The air quality was failing quickly so I pulled my shirt over my mouth to help filter it. I dropped down behind the book shelf and walked towards the back to check the heater. Maybe the fan was malfunctioning and it was blowing dirty air out instead of processing it through the intake filter.
I found a vent and it seemed to be blowing clean air. The thermostat showed the store was at it's usual consistent seventy degrees. The heater was set for 60 degrees but the store retained heat better than any coat. I stepped into the back room to check the furnace filter and for once it was clean. I probably had Sango to thank for that, I wasn't sure Miroku knew how to change the furnace filter.
All systems seemed to be working so where was this nasty air coming from? I was on a chair replacing the screws in the filter box when a horrible odor wafted up to me. It was a lovely combination of rotten eggs, rotten fish and cow manure.
What the hell?
The stench was so strong it was wilting what was left of my hair style. Kohaku must've let a sick ally cat in through the back door again. Make that a half dead cat who'd spent all day rolling in a pile of rotting fish and eggs; that was the only reasonable explanation.
My stomach twisted into painful knots and a steady pounding began behind my temples. I prayed to a God I'd never met, that this wasn't happening and that a mangy stray cat was the cause of this.
But God was busy or maybe just on another call so my plea went unanswered. This didn't surprise me because I've long ago accepted that this was somehow my fate and as such God was already well aware of my predicament.
I stepped down from the chair and felt my knees folding up under me in slow motion. I was drowning and I hugged the plastic chair seat to my chest. The room moved around me and I lay my cheek against my life raft, the cold, hard, plastic seat of the tacky orange chair.
Finally the guest of honor made it's appearance. The stench was stronger but I forced my eyes open and saw five feet in front of me a black shadow hovering maybe three feet off the floor.
I stepped down from the chair and felt my knees folding up under me in slow motion. I was drowning and I hugged the plastic chair seat to my chest. The room moved around me and I lay my cheek against my life raft, the cold, hard, plastic seat of the tacky orange chair.
Finally the guest of honor made it's appearance. The stench was stronger but I forced my eyes open and saw five feet in front of me a black shadow hovering maybe three feet off the floor.
The figure was distorted and it's head appeared to be hooded so apparently working in hell comes with the added benefit of a free hooded t-shirt. It watched me trying to determine if I was a threat.
Damn, this had to be the mother of all goblins.
It's little black clawed hands hung listlessly by it's side and for a moment I imagined I saw the glint of smoldering green eyes under it's hood. My stomach rolled but I refused to empower it by breaking the stare first.
It moved closer and I heard a shallow wheezing noise. Was it sniffing me or dying of emphysema?
It moved closer and I heard a shallow wheezing noise. Was it sniffing me or dying of emphysema?
Goose bumps crawled over my flesh. I'd never had a goblin acknowledge me before. Just like the time I broke my arm in four places, this was one of those lifetime firsts I could've lived without.
The goblin's thin bony arm claws reached towards me, reminding me of the tiny useless arms of a Tyrannosaurs Rex. It's interesting how God always embellishes the dark and powerful with a hint of the ridiculous; Hitler's tiny mustache is another great example of this.
The goblin's thin bony arm claws reached towards me, reminding me of the tiny useless arms of a Tyrannosaurs Rex. It's interesting how God always embellishes the dark and powerful with a hint of the ridiculous; Hitler's tiny mustache is another great example of this.
I waited to feel it's touch on my arm, knowing that the moment it happened I would be violently ill.
Instead the goblin pulled back it's hand and slowly circled me instead. Maybe it was lost and needed directions to the nearest double murder slash suicide.
When it was finished examining me it drifted towards the coat rack. I watched behind half closed eye lids as it fingered the sleeve of Kohaku's beloved denim tattered jacket.
The goblin pressed it's hooded face into the jacket and God only knows what it was doing now. All I could tell was that the fiend really got off on the jacket. The goblin hissed and purred, dementedly pleased with it's treasure. Poor Kohaku, I was going to have to burn his favorite coat.
Yokai aren't particularly religious. Many of us, Sesshomaru for example, are too steeped in our own power and strength to acknowledge a higher power. Wind yokai are far from drunk with our powers of wind and pranks but we aren't regular church goers either. Never the less I began praying to both Jesus and Kami, why hedge my bets right, that this fiend would leave me.
It must've heard my silent prayers and found them offensive.
The goblin turned towards me slowly, it's stench growing stronger forcing me to breathe through my mouth. My heart pounded against my rib cage as it flew towards me and hovered over my clasped hands.
The dead don't speak but Goblins can; or at least they have voices. This was the second revelation today I could've gone a lifetime without knowing. The goblin's head was tilted as it looked down on me. It was muttering or chortling and grunting like a giant, constipated pig.
The room swam before me and I was graced with the frantic hope that I was teetering on the edge of consciousness and soon my mind at least would be out of the goblin's scaly reach.
It dropped down so that it's head was level with my face, which was pressed so hard into the chair seat I'd have marks from the plastic pebble pattern for hours. The goblin was only eight inches from my exposed face when I squelched my eyes shut and held my breath.
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Sesshomaru:
It was pointless to try and read the paper. The store reeked of the half breed. The witch must not have seen him. But that was odd because Kagura was usually observant, unless the boy waited on him while she was busy with another customer.
I leaned back in the stool and saw the kid kicked back behind a book shelf reading a comic book. It seemed doubtful that he'd take the initiative to wait on a customer or do any kind of work for that matter.
I ground my teeth and returned to the paper. Inuyasha was here early and that could only mean one thing. He had the Tetsusaiga and was bringing it to Totosai, the old yokai sword smith for work. If that bastard had marred my Tetsusaiga there was going to be seven levels of hell to pay.
He must've driven here all the way from California. Not even the half breed was stupid enough to check the Tetsusaiga as luggage at an airport.
Father had made an egregious error when he'd divided up his swords amongst us in his will. As the bastard and weaker offspring, Inuyasha shouldn't have received a sword at all or at the very least the lesser one. But this would be corrected in time. I always go after what is mine.
Totosai is clever but not stupid. I decided to pay him a visit the next day. The old man's a brilliant sword smith but somewhat of a coward. It wouldn't take much to wrench my prize from his half dead fingers.
I glanced up at the clock and saw it was ten after eight. Except for the boy, who was now reading a Lenore comic book, the store was silent and empty.
Kagura had gone into the back room fifteen minutes ago and never come out. This was taking entirely too long.
I lay the paper down and pushed the stool back from the counter. The boy hadn't heard me get up so when I passed him I took advantage of his stupidity to surprise him with a sharp slap to the back of his head.
“What the fuck!” He swore and rubbed his neck glaring at me.
My lips thinned as I studied him; he reeked of the half breed. I was correct, he had waited on Inuyasha. “Is your work done?”
He nodded, “Yeah but I can't leave `cause Kagura's taking me home.”
The witch didn't seem to be over attached or fond of her job, so it seemed unlikely she'd linger here. I flashed the boy the edge of my fang. “Wait here.”
“Sure, whatever you say… um sir.” He glared at my back as I walked away.
The back of the store was unbearably stuffy. Between this hovel of a bookstore and that pit of an apartment it was a wonder she didn't have a good case of lung rot.
I pushed open the back door and found a small storage room with a concrete floor. The place reeked of something dead and I put my hand over my mouth and nose. Unopened boxes of books lined the walls along side stacks of Styrofoam coffee cups. So I'd be right to suspect the sanitary conditions of my coffee.
The back room was colder than it should've been. Perhaps the owner was cheap enough he'd closed off the vents here.
I turned the corner and passed a wall of coat hooks. Kagura's coat hung next to an old denim jacket. Once again the scent of the half breed filled my sinuses.
I stopped when I came to an old orange plastic school chair. The witch lay in a crumpled heap on the floor next to it.
I knelt down beside her and lifted her upper body into my arms. She was breathing steadily and when her head fell back she partially opened her eyes.
Her ruby red pupils swam with an emotion I couldn't decipher and her voice was low, “Sesshomaru…”
“What happened? Did you fall from that chair?” My hands worked across the back of her head searching for any tell tale bumps.
My moving her head seemed to distress her and Kagura shoved me aside then fell back to the concrete floor landing flat on the palms of her hands. I reached for her but she turned her head and began promptly heaving up what was left of her lunch on to the floor.
Her thin shoulders wracked with the effort and when her stomach was empty all she had left was painful dry heaving. I held her up through the worst of it, bracing her against me.
Kohaku's foot steps sounded behind me and I ordered, “Go get a mop, a bucket and a bottle of water from the café.”
He left and I found a roll of paper towels. I held her up and wiped off her face. True to her nature she'd missed her clothes and her shoes but sadly not her hair. There was going to be no romantic dinner tonight. But that was no matter, we'd still be together and that was my only purpose in staging such an elaborate dinner anyway.
I cleaned up her hair as best I could. She was shaking a bit but her heart and breathing was steady so a trip to the emergency room was uncalled for.
The mop bucket's squeaky wheels announced Kohaku's arrival, the boy knew better than to ask what I wanted him to do. He wrung out the mop and went to work with a grim expression. “Is she okay?”
I lifted the witch in my arms. “She seems to be. I'm going to take her home with me and keep an eye on her.”
He shrugged then asked slowly, “Can you drop me off at my place… Sango will be pissed if I'm not home soon.”
I nodded and he returned to his mopping.
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I carried the witch out to the Roadster and promptly realized our dilemma. The car was a two seater and we had three people.
I pulled out my cell and tossed it to Kohaku. “Call your sister and have her come get you. I'll wait with you but I won't leave Kagura here just to chauffeur you home.”
The boy dialed and spoke in fast hushed tones. Ten minutes later the tall, athletic girl I'd seen before in the store walked up to the car. She went to my car and pressed her nose to the freshly cleaned windows. “Is Kagura okay?”
“She has the flu or something. If you need her tomorrow I'd find someone else to work for her.” I watched the boy wince when as he realized he was her likely replacement.
Sango straightened her scarf and gave me an appraising look, “So you'll be taking care of her?”
“Of course.” Why wouldn't I?
She cocked her head, “Let me give you my number just in case. I know Kagura wouldn't want to bother you and if you need anything or she gets to be too much you can call me.”
This young woman was grating on the last of my nerves. The witch was mine and I take care of my own. She passed me a slip of paper with her phone number. I shredded it with my talons and let the random pieces fall into the wind. “She'll be fine.”
With that I gave her a fast nod and slipped into the driver's seat of the Roadster. Sango opened the passenger side door to examine Kagura. “Hey girl, how ya feeling?”
The witch opened an eye, “Like I got run down by a Mack truck.”
“That's okay. Tall, pale and rude over there is gonna take good care of you and it he doesn't…” She raised her voice for my benefit, “he would do well to remember I am related to most of the NYC police force.”
Kagura smiled weakly, “Thanks.”
Sango turned to shut the car door but Kagura stopped her, “Sango…”
Sango knelt down, “What is it?”
Kagura said in a loud whisper, “Wash Kohaku's coat.”
“Okay but why?” She looked up towards her brother who was leaning against the locked bookstore door wearing the denim jacket.
“There was a sick cat…”
Sango shrugged humoring her friend, “I'll make sure it happens, you just get better. Come on Kohaku, let's get home.”
She shut the door and I set the car locks and pulled away. The witch cradled her head in her lap, the bright lights of the street lamps and open business seemed to burn her eyes.
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I made a fast stop at her apartment; picked up a few things and fed her fish. Then when we arrived at my house I left her in my room with Gert while I made three phone calls.
A few well turned bribes later I'd learned that Inuyasha and his girlfriend had driven up from San Francisco and arrived yesterday. They were staying at the Ritz-Carlton overlooking Central Park. The half breed always had lived well off my money.
When I returned Gert was hovering over my witch, “She needs a shower and a bed.”
I shoved my hands in my pockets, “Fine, I'll take care of it. You are dismissed.”
Gert had already been pulled away from her favorite vice, reality TV. Her long dark hair hung loose down her shoulders as further proof she was definitively off the clock but she shook her head. “She's sick. If you don't give her the guest room you will be too.”
The woman had the nerve to stare me down but of course I won. “I'm rarely sick and what I do is of no concern of yours.”
“Fine. Good night then Lord Sesshomaru.” She turned and stalked off leaving me to rot in my own impropriety while she watched Survivor or some God awful Donald Trump affair.
I realized she did have a point about the witch's illness. It was best to keep Rin from Kagura. All I needed was the monkey to spend the next week vomiting all over my white furniture.
The witch was able to stand but was still shaky on her feet. I helped her strip and discovered she was still sticky with sweat. She insisted on showering alone, though I sat on the edge of the tub outside the curtain just in case she fell.
Once she was out I wrapped her in a towel and helped her dry her hair. Her ivory skin was pale and there were dark rings under her now sunken eyes. I deposited her into my bed, disrobed and slid in beside her. After all this was the most effective way to keep watch over her.
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Kagura:
I was surprised to find my own shampoo, conditioner and soap waiting for me in Sesshomaru's shower. He said we'd stopped by my apartment but I couldn't really remember that.
He'd honored my wishes and allowed me to salvage some of my dignity by showering alone but kept a close guard on me. When I stepped out of the shower he towel dried my hair and handed me my own toothbrush from home.
Damnit why had I lied to him?
How could a potential friendship with a hanyou, one who had a girlfriend no less, supersede this?
I never thought I'd meet a man who'd hold me steady while I puked my guts up. That has to be a once in a lifetime deal. None of my other boyfriends would've done that much less cleaned it up for me. However Sesshomaru hadn't cleaned it up, he'd made Kohaku do it. Still that small bit of justice thrilled me to no end.
Maybe I would tell him about Inuyasha but not tonight. The goblin had left me with a migraine of untold magnitude. The lights in Sesshomaru's bathroom were painful and even now hours later I pulled the covers of his bed over my face blocking out the lights from the street.
Had I been in my own apartment I would've been one step from crawling under the bed. But I couldn't give in to this and let Sesshomaru find out how bad things were. I wouldn't lose him over this. But then if I didn't figure out what had attracted the goblin I might stand to lose allot more than just my boyfriend.
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Notes:
I am receiving lot of fun fan art and will have it on my website in time for the next updates! Thanks everyone. I've also updated my myspace dot com page with a fabulous slide show of the best of Inuyasha fanart. There's a link to it on my profile.
Iz the hedgehog wants everyone to know she did not edit this chapter because she is afraid of goblins.
Also we have no definitive proof that a hell career comes with a free t-shirt, that was just a guess on my part.
The Devil's Dictionary:
History: An account mostly false, of events mostly unimportant, which are brought about by rulers mostly knaves, and soldiers, mostly fools.
Review:To set you wisdom (holding not a doubt of it although in truth there's neither bone nor skin to it) at work upon a book, and so read out of it, the qualities that you have read into it.