InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heart's Landfill ❯ Her Fiance, Her Husband, and My Fantasies ( Chapter 9 )

A/N: As always all characters will be walking that fine line of OOCness. Sango, however, will be leaping straight over it. Everyone keeps asking me when will they meet? I already told you, it's going to happen, just be patient. Besides, I've always hated when people right a fic like this and throw them together in the first or second chapter without giving much thought into their private lives. It's almost like they don't know that Kagome and Inuyasha are individuals, totally and separate from one another. So bare with me just a tad bit longer. Besides, their meeting has already been written in stone and fully edited. So trust me, it's coming and I'm more than sure you'll love it!! I hope anyway.

 

Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership to anyone with the exception of Nya and Dr. Aikio. The rest belong to Rumiko Takahashi.

 

Chapter 9:

 

Her Fiancé, Her Husband, and My Fantasies

 

“Another week down and two to go,” Sango chirped as she stepped into Kagome's office, cradling a stack of files.

 

Kagome sat back in her chair and groaned. If she had known all it took was a stupid bet to get the habitually late woman to come to work on time, she would've done it months ago. “Please, don't remind me,” she whined, knowing Sango was beating around the bush about her impending blind date.

 

Setting the files on the corner of the well-polished desk, Sango replied, “Well, you see, I have to. I don't want you coming down with a case of selective amnesia, now do I?”

 

Kagome inquired sarcastically, “Who is it this time? The Assistant Manager in training of Rapid Lube?”

 

Sango laughed nervously. She'd actually felt guilty about what they now called the Nobunaga Saga. Who would've thought that the guy would've turned out to be such a loser?

 

“I made sure to check this one out. He's a real sweetheart and he's cute too,” Sango gushed while taking a seat in the chair across from her boss.

 

“Don't try to hype him up. Just tell me what idiot patch you and that fiancé of yours plucked him from,” Kagome stated in a no-nonsense tone.

 

“Well, he owns his own delivery company.”

 

“Oh God, don't tell me you're setting me up with a damn delivery boy this time?”

 

“Let me finish, silly. He owns a courier company. It's not big, but he built it from the ground up. He's got contracts with most of the big companies downtown.”

 

Plucking one of the folders off the stack that Sango had just brought in, Kagome stated, “Okay so he owns a courier business. That still sounds like delivery boy to me.”

 

“Don't be so judgmental. In my opinion, even if he was just a `delivery boy' that doesn't make him worthless. Everyone has to crawl before they can walk,” Sango argued.

 

Sango understood clearly why Kagome was the way she was, but how was she supposed to help her heal if she didn't give this a chance? It damn sure wasn't going to happen with her belittling the man before she even laid eyes on him.

 

Kagome glanced up at the woman and back down at the folder. Regardless of whether he was crawling or walking, a damn delivery boy was a damn delivery boy. “Whatever, it's only an hour out of my mundane existence. I guess I don't mind wasting it,” she declared acerbically. Then she finished with, “After all, I'm an honorable woman; I'll up hold my end of the bargain.”

 

Sango narrowed her eyes at her boss and now good friend. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't understand how someone could be so pessimistic and cynical all the time. Sure, she understood that what that ass Kouga did was wrong and she agreed that he deserved to be boiled in oil for it, but he didn't represent every man. He was just one out of a million much better candidates.

 

“Well, his name is Akitoki. And, before you ask, I also took it upon myself to make sure he didn't have any recent ex's that he was still hung up on.”

 

“I appreciate that, but it really doesn't make a difference, does it? Every date will undoubtedly end the same way the last one did, trust me. Men are so fucking predictable that it's almost asinine,” Kagome declared in a matter of fact tone without looking up from the file she was reviewing. “Pass me that highlighter,” she finished, pointing at the opposite end of her desk.

 

Handing the highlighter in question to her, Sango replied, “Well with that attitude, of course. This is supposed to be fun. No one goes out with someone for the first time and expects to get married; they just hope to have a good time. I mean really, Boss Lady, can't you set the cynicism aside for a moment and just try to have some fun? If he turns out to be an ass, then he's an ass. At least you got a free meal and you're out of the house for an hour or two.”

 

That statement caused Kagome to look up. She just stared at Sango for a moment without saying anything, her head tilted slightly to the side as if she was confused about something.

 

Setting the file down on the desk in front of her, she sat back in her chair and steepled her manicured nails. “You see Sango, that's where we're different. I've already wasted two years of `my life' with `an ass'. So, forgive me if I happen to think that the remaining time I have is too valuable to waste even a minute on another `ass'. As for a free meal, well, I don't need him or anyone else to feed me, I've been feeding myself for twenty something years.”

 

Sango stared at her as if she couldn't believe what she had just said. “What's with you? This whole week you've been acting like a royal…” she stopped herself and altered what she was about to say, “You're right. Life…everyone's life is valuable, but you know what else? It's also short. So if you keep up with this attitude of yours, your life, my friend, will not only be short and lonely, but also boring.”

 

Kagome just stared at Sango.

 

She hadn't meant to be so snappy or bitchy with her, it had just been the week from hell. She'd been newly assigned to work on Rin's files, which were no laughing matter. Almost all of her clients seemed to want to be cradled and tit fed. This, in return, caused her to neglect her own clients who had started just popping up at her office unannounced. That, compiled with the pending blind date, was just a little too much. Not to mention this whole week she had been suffering through the worst cramps she'd ever experienced in her life!

 

Sighing, Kagome asked, in hopes of directing the current conversation away from her and towards the new loser, “So his name is Akitoki. Where, might I ask, will I be meeting him?”

 

“So does this mean that you're going to actually try to have fun?” Sango queried skeptically, knowing that Kagome was only trying to ease the tension that was steadily building between them.

 

Reaching for the folder that she had been reviewing, Kagome replied, “In my defense, I tried to have fun on the last date and you see how that turned out.”

 

“You're evading the question.”

 

Rolling her eyes, Kagome mumbled almost incoherently through clenched teeth, “I'll try.”

 

Sango asked, as if she was speaking to a four-year-old, “Why are you going to try?”

 

Knowing what her friend and employee wanted to hear, Kagome lifted the file up so that it was blocking her view of Sango. Rolling her eyes in a childish manner, she murmured patronizingly, “Because life is too short and I don't want it to be short and boring.” She made it a point to leave out anything dealing with loneliness.

 

`Sneaky bitch,' Sango thought playfully, realizing immediately what Kagome had done. “Good enough, I suppose,” she stated as she sat forward in the chair. “Well, I took it upon myself to make a reservation for two at Chela' Tul. It's for tomorrow at 8:30. Akitoki said that he'd have on a white button down shirt and a pair of dark pin stripe slacks. Oh, and he may be even more anal than you about being on time, so I'm sure he'll more than likely be there before you.”

 

Kagome sighed knowing that there wasn't a damn thing she could do to get out of this. “Tell him to… Tell him to wear something different. A white button down shirt with dark slacks is just too normal for a formal restaurant. Every guy in that place will be wearing almost the same thing. Tell him to… I don't know, wear something different.”

 

Looking as if a light bulb had just gone off, Sango smiled and replied, “I see what you mean. You don't want to end up walking up to the wrong guy. How about I tell him to change the color of his shirt?”

 

“Yeah, okay…whatever,” Kagome stated, not caring in the least. Hell, she secretly hoped she'd get stood up. `I really am jaded. What woman would hope to actually get stood up?'

 

“Alright, I'll have Miroku call him tonight and I'll let you know, okay?”

 

“Uhm,” Kagome grunted. “Why are you still here anyway? It's after 6.”

 

“I'm waiting on Miroku. Remember, I told you my car was going in the shop.”

 

“What have I told you about talking about me?”

 

Both Kagome and Sango looked towards the door to find a grinning, dark haired man leaning comfortably against the door jam, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

 

“Oi, how'd you know I was in here?” Sango questioned as she walked over to him and leaned up on her toes to place a light kiss to his waiting lips.

 

“I followed the sound of that beautiful voice of yours, of course,” Miroku replied as he looked away from her and towards the woman sitting behind the desk, staring unabashedly at her. After sparing a moment to brush his knuckles across his fiancé's cheek, he strolled slowly towards her. “You must be the infamous, Kagome. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.”

 

Standing up, Kagome eyed the 5'10” evenly built man with dark cropped hair closely. `So this is the horny toad, eh? He doesn't seem like much,' she thought as she watched him smile at her, his violet eyes gleaming like something out of a cheesy novel. Not sure exactly how to greet him, she bowed quickly then held her hand out for him to shake as she replied, “The pleasure is all mine.”

 

Taking her hand, he quickly turned it over and kissed the back of it. “I assure you the pleasure is definitely mine. My sweet Sango has talked so much about you that I feel like I know you already,” he replied, his tone melodious.

 

Realizing quickly that he was still holding tightly to her hand, Kagome tugged lightly as she stated in an even, almost nervous tone, “Really? I'm sure she was embellishing the truth just a little.”

 

Releasing her hand, Miroku replied, “I think not. However, she did fail to tell me that you were absolutely stunning. If I had known that, I would've surely kept you all to myself.”

 

Sango stated in a chastising manner, “Miroku, stop,” as she came to a stop besides him. She playfully backhanded him in his chest, as she finished, “I swear, I can't take you anywhere!”

 

Smiling over at his fiancé, he asked seriously, “What's wrong with having two brilliantly beautiful women on my arm?”

 

“If you don't stop flirting with my boss, you won't be alive long enough to experience even one of them,” Sango hissed warningly.

 

Glancing at Kagome, Miroku winked and stated while pulling Sango into his arms, “She's so damn sexy when she's jealous.”

 

Sango blushed and tried to fight against him in an attempt to show she was upset with him, but in the end gave up and relaxed into his embrace. “I told you he was a flirt,” she declared, smiling over at Kagome, who was staring at the two of them as if they were crazy.

 

“I see. Well, it was great meeting you, Miroku,” Kagome replied while sitting back down in her chair. She wasn't trying to get rid of them per se; she just didn't want to witness all this lovey-dovey crap.

 

Pulling away from Miroku, Sango questioned, “Do you want us to wait on you?”

 

“No, it's okay. Rin called earlier and said that her husband was going to be dropping off the file I took her on Sunday afternoon.” Glancing down at her watch, Kagome continued, “She said it would be after he got off work, so it should be any minute now.”

 

“Are you sure you don't want me to wait? I wouldn't mind getting a look at him myself. All the paralegals from Rin's floor, talk about him like he's' some kind of God or something.”

 

“Sango, you wound me. I thought I was the only man for you,” Miroku interjected, trying to sound as if she had seriously hurt his feelings.

 

Stretching up on her toes, Sango quickly kissed him and murmured with a soft giggle, “You are, but they say he looks like he stepped straight off of a GQ Magazine.”

 

Before Miroku could reply, Kagome jumped in, cutting off their play fight, “I'm sure he's not a God, Miroku. So, you have nothing to worry about. As for you Sango, I'll fill you in tonight. Now please leave, so I can finish up here. As soon as he drops off the file, I plan on leaving.”

 

“Okay then, I'll call you tonight to make sure you got home safe and to tell you what Akitoki said,” Sango called as she reluctantly turned and headed towards the door.

 

“It was great meeting you, Kagome. Hopefully next time it won't be so rushed,” Miroku avowed with a small bow.

 

“Didn't I tell you to stop flirting with my boss, you lech?” Sango shouted as she stomped up to him, grabbed him by the ear, and pulled him towards the door.

 

Watching the two of them disappear, Kagome sighed heavily and slouched back down into her chair. Closing the file she had been working on, she tossed it on the desk.

 

Quite honestly, she didn't have an ounce of mental energy left to do anything more than just sit there. Between her clients, Rin's clients, cramps, the upcoming date, and the X rated dreams she continued to experience every night about the motorcycle bandit, she swore she was a mere two steps from checking herself into a mental hospital.

 

She still couldn't quite grasp why she was dreaming…thinking about the stranger in such a manner. It seemed like the harder she tried to forget about him, the more intense the dreams became.

 

She had been so lost within one of her daydreams, at one point, that she ran through a red light and almost hit a pedestrian.

 

`This can't be healthy.'

 

Kagome didn't know what it was about him that kept calling to her. He hadn't said one solitary word to her. She hadn't seen his eyes or even been close enough to smell his cologne. All she knew was that he had stark white untamed hair, honey tanned skin and the cutest little puppy-dog ears on top of his head. How could that be enough to brainwash her? Was she going crazy? Did she need to see a therapist?

 

Letting her head fall forward onto her desk, she thought, `I'm losing my fucking mind!'

 

To be honest, Kagome found it rather sad. How was it possible that she could carry on a whole relationship…sexual relationship-with someone she'd never actually met before, but when faced with real men, men that were actually interested in her, she pushed them all away and ran for the hills.

 

`Maybe Sango's right. Maybe I need to give these dates a little more thought and attention,' she mused. Groaning, her thought continued, `Who am I kidding? Regardless of what Sango said or how right she may have been, I'm not ready for a relationship. Maybe…Maybe I'm not going crazy. After all, most women I know have someone that they secretly fantasize about. Why should I be any different?'

 

“Higurashi Kagome?” a manly voice inquired from somewhere near the door.

 

Forgetting that she was waiting for Rin's husband, Kagome groaned thinking that it was probably just the janitor. “What? I don't have any trash for you to take out.”

 

The person didn't respond, instead she could hear him stepping closer to her desk.

 

Sighing heavily, she lethargically pulled her head up off her desk, her eyes still closed. Running her hand down her face, she finally sat back and slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was blurred, but she could distinctly tell that, whoever it was, was wearing a dark colored suit.

 

“You are Higurashi Kagome, are you not?”

 

`Shit, Rin's husband,' she thought as she quickly ran her hand through her hair and stood to her feet as her eyes slowly began to adjust. “Yes, of course,” she stated with a quick bow.

 

Staring at the woman closely as she tried to make herself presentable, he couldn't stop himself from thinking, `Black…leather…pants.'

 

“And you are?” Kagome inquired. Almost immediately, she noticed his uncanny golden eyes. His stark white hair, the jagged burgundy stripes on either side of his face, and his pointy ears that sat on either side of his handsome, well-chiseled face. `Rin's married to a demon?' she thought as she tried her damnedest to not gawk, but failed miserably. `Go Rin.'

 

The youkai was quite honestly and without a shadow of doubt, the finest, prettiest, sexiest being she'd ever seen in her life…well, next to her mysterious motorcycle bandit that is. `Wait a minute. He has white hair just like the motorcycle bandit,' she thought, but quickly thought better of it. Her head spun in confusion, `No…No, that doesn't mean anything. I'm sure there are a lot of demons with white hair. And besides, the bandit has two little puppy ears on top of his head.'

 

Instead of looking away like she knew she should have, Kagome continued to take in the youkai, her colleague's husband, as if he was the main course on a fine dining menu.

 

The way his personally tailored Italian suit draped perfectly over his tall lean body, the manner in which his voice demanded your full attention; there was an air about him. It was like he was almost untouchable. The man basically oozed sex appeal, confidence, and self-assurance. These were things that any women, whether dumb, blind, or stupid would be attracted to.

 

She didn't know why, but her first thought was of an American commercial she'd seen recently. It attempted to coax men/boys into buying some cheap body spray. `Boom Chicka Wah Wah,' she thought while inconspicuously making sure she wasn't drooling.

 

She was in no way saying that she thought that this deliciously attractive youkai was cheap or a teenage boy. He just made her want to swing around a pole or climb on top of a table or two. `For the love of God, what's wrong with me?'

 

“Takahashi Sesshomaru. I'm here to drop this off,” he stated as he held out the file for her to take.

 

He understood clearly now. She was the same girl he'd seen in the mall. He also understood why she seemed so familiar to him at that time. He'd met her when she was first hired at the law firm. The partners had thrown her a dinner that he'd accompanied Rin to. Though they hadn't stayed long, in what little time they spent there she had obviously left some kind of impression on him.

 

`Unforgettable indeed,' Sesshomaru thought while waiting for the woman, who was gawking shamelessly at him, to take the file.

 

Shaking her head in order to dispel the haze that had fallen over her, Kagome smiled lightly as her cheeks turned a rosy color. Taking the file from him, she stuttered, “Ho…How's… How is Rin doing?”

 

“Quite fine,” he replied with an almost nonexistent nod of his head.

 

She knew she was reaching, but she desperately needed to redeem herself. She'd just been acting like a brainless twit and that was something that she just wasn't. “She's due any day now, isn't she?”

 

“Actually no, she still has a little less than two months,” Sesshomaru replied as he turned to leave.

 

Setting the file down, Kagome queried as she watched him walk towards the door, “Will you tell her I said hello?”

 

Stopping, Sesshomaru turned slightly so that he could look at her out of the corner of his eye. Nodding lightly in approval, he then turned and walked out the door in the same manner in which he seemed to do everything; quietly.

 

Sitting back in her chair, Kagome exhaled heavily. `I'm such an idiot! I was staring at him like he was a piece of meat for heaven's sake! If he tells Rin…Oh, hell!'

 

Setting the file that Takahashi Sesshomaru had just given her on the stack of files she planned on going over on Monday, Kagome couldn't stop her mind from wandering back to the full blooded demon.

 

It wasn't him really; it was more of who he reminded her of. His hair, his fangs, his complexion… `What if… No stupid, they can't be related. If they were, then that would be really bad,' she thought as she pulled her purse out of her bottom drawer and stepped towards the door.

 

`But his eyes... I've never seen anything like it. If the motorcycle bandit had golden eyes…' Turning off the light to her office, Kagome pulled her office door closed and made sure it was locked as she turned towards the elevator.

 

The fact that she hadn't seen the iniquitous motorcycle bandits' eyes had been bothering her more than she cared to admit. So in every fantasy or daydream that she had about him, she'd change the color of his eyes. She'd never once thought to try out the color of the sun. The more she thought about it, the more she was starting to think that it was a perfect fit.

 

As the doors opened and closed around her, Kagome couldn't help the little mischievous smirk that played over her face. “Well tonight, my mysterious lover will be sporting a golden gaze, won't he?” she mused as she pushed the button for the garage.

 

Tonight was definitely going to be a good night.

 

Until Next Time…(Your .02 cents are greatly appreciated.)

 

Next Chapter: Extreme Measures

 

Acknowledgements

 

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