InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Himitsu ❯ Secrets Left Hidden ( Chapter 2 )

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Title: Secrets Left Hidden

Author: aimee_blue

Rating: T

Prompt: Obstacle (One Shot #36)

Genre: Humour, Romance

Word Count: 1,158

Warnings: none

Summary: Continues from my 'Public' drabble: Secrets Made Public. Kagome fumes over Sesshoumaru's behaviour.

He was dead, so very completely, utterly dead. If only she could overcome the impractical obstacle of the law. The law was the only obstacle between her and her prey. Sesshoumaru Taisho.

That and the fact that she was pretty sure murder wasn't in her blood.

She watched him that day, the day after he exposed her old college dare that Inuyasha had coerced her into, and she had tried to melt him with the force of her stares alone.

Of course, directly after realising who must have kept the photos, she had called Inuyasha and promised retribution so heinous he'd wish he were dead.

But it wasn't really Inuyasha's fault. It was his half-brother's and, when she had glowered at him after the aforementioned `incident', he had the audacity to simply wink at her.

She'd thrown her snow globe at him and he had dodged with a conceited ease. He rolled his eyes.

“Aren't we a bit old for toys Higurashi-san?” the sneer that accompanied the verbal snub was enough to make her want to castrate him. But she refrained. Barely.

But that was what she was to him. A toy that he liked to amuse himself with, however, unlike a child confronted with a shiny object, he had never lost interest in tormenting her.

In high school she had obstinately told herself that all she had to do was last long enough and she'd never have to see him again.

Then he followed her to college and lived opposite her tiny apartment. He had purposely chased away any boyfriends she had brought back purely to make her life miserable— he had told her so on more than one occasion. Once again she had convinced herself that she would be free from him when college was done with.

But he had followed her into her job. He was Sesshoumaru Taisho for god sakes! Son of Touga Taisho, the world renowned photographer, with his trust fund alone Sesshoumaru probably had enough money to buy a small island off the Caribbean, live in a stately home and still have money to burn.

So why was he acting the salary man in her tiny little office life? Had she really been that bad in a past life?

To taunt her, he was doing it all to taunt her.

Lately she had been repeating the mantra `it'll be quiet when I'm dead'. But with that goddamned sword of his she doubted death would be a reprieve. He was far too annoying for that.

He would find her in the afterlife, kill all of her fun and peace, and promptly drag her back, kicking and screaming, by her hair because he `wasn't through taunting her yet'.

Jakotsu, her favourite colleague and all around best girl-friend, watched Sesshoumaru's ass as he stalked away and whistled appreciatively.

“Shush, Jak, he doesn't deserve your whistling.” Kagome scolded as she ignored the gossiping throngs of people around her. They were either fawning over Sesshoumaru or being derogatory about her; she really didn't want to hear it.

Jak grinned lecherously at her from over his computer monitor. “Yeah, but that ass deserves a medal.”

Kagome groaned and slapped a palm to her forehead.

Jak giggled. “Besides, I don't get what's gotten you so riled up; you look good in that picture.”

“I will find something to throw at you too.” she warned.

Jak, as she had learned through the years of working with him, was incorrigible once he found a topic he enjoyed. “Moreover, that demigod is practically stalking you!”

Kagome rolled her eyes. “And therein lies my problem!” she pursed her lips and her blue eyes flickered around the bustling, cramped and stifling office full of worker ants.

“Honey, that's not a problem, that's a godsend.”

She shook her head and turned back to her work. That was the problem with Jak; he was so convinced that Sesshoumaru was perfect she couldn't complain to him. But she knew two people who would listen... and help her plot her revenge.

Miroku and Sango jumped as the front door to the apartment was flung open with such force that it rebounded off the plaster of the wall behind it.

They looked at each other and rolled their eyes, “Sesshoumaru again” they chorused.

Kagome tore into the shared apartment and, eyes glowing with an irrational fury, beckoned them to guess the cause of her wild-haired rage.

“What did he do this time?” Sango enquired disparagingly.

Kagome flopped into an armchair opposite the happy couple and blew her hair from her eyes. “Do you remember that Truth and Dare game in college that progressed wildly out of hand, thanks to your perverted boyfriend there, and resulted in my partaking in raunchy photographs involving bikes?"

Sango choked on air and Miroku gazed off into the middle distance with a fond gleam in his eyes. “He got hold of those photos? How?”

“Inuyasha. That baka never could withstand Sesshoumaru's threats of decapitation.” she grouched as she folded her arms and slumped in her seat.

“Can you blame him?” Miroku asked “Sesshoumaru has impaled our potty-mouthed friend so many times I would say he has mistaken him for a pin cushion.”

“Yeah but that's only impaling, not decapitation.” Kagome was obstinate.

Sango rolled her eyes “Yes, only impaling.”

Kagome gave her a withering look and Sango stuck her tongue out.

Miroku pulled his laptop across the table and quickly went to Sesshoumaru's webpage. Kagome sat there - damning social networking sites - in stony silence until he found the correct photograph.

The pervert let out a low whistle that got him elbowed in the ribs by his girl friend. Kagome glowered at Sango as Sango attempted to keep a straight face. Precisely ten seconds later her facial muscles buckled under the strain of keeping a stoic mask and she crumpled into uncontrollable giggles.

Kagome, red cheeked and livid, waited none too patiently for her so called friend to recover from her fit.

Sango wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands. “Good times, Kagome, good times.”

Kagome growled at her and Miroku snorted.

“It's okay, Kagome. Everyone did stupid things in college.” Miroku shrugged “Like the tattoo I got.”

Sango sniggered “Yeah; that was fun. Whoever would have thought you would pledge your love to me by getting my name tattooed on your bottom?”

“What about the time you went streaking in the snow and got locked out?” Miroku countered.

Sango slapped him. “I didn't go streaking; you stole my clothes and locked me outside!”

Kagome sighed and brought the attention back to her problem before they lynched each other. “The problem isn't the stupid photograph. It's the fact that he keeps uncovering all these secrets about me!”

Sango and Miroku watched worriedly as their friend seemed to deflate in her seat. “Sometimes there just aren't enough obstacles to stop Sesshoumaru.” she laughed humourlessly. “What if he discovers my secrets are best left hidden?”