InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Himitsu ❯ Secret Agenda ( Chapter 11 )
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By: nowyouseemenowyoudont 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.22.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 436 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.22.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 436 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Secret Agenda
Author: aimee_blue
Rating: T
Prompt: Interlude (oneshot#40)
Genre: Humour/Romance
Wordcount: 756
Warnings: None
Summary: Continues from my neck drabble Secret Surveillance. Kagome's worst nightmares all come to haunt her on the same day.
Kagome's eyes darted around the reception room like a caged animal seeking an escape route. In fact, she was not so much caged, more looking for the bearer of bad news. Hojo, hand on her arm, was obliviously twittering away about some other inestimably boring event in his life. But she was on the lookout for Sesshoumaru.
Since her most recent conversation with him just a few days ago she had been as jumpy as a spooked animal. The wedding had provided a brief interlude between his taunting and the reception but she had been tense all the way through; waiting for him to arrive.
Her Miko senses had been tingling constantly all through the wedding. But it gave her nothing specific, just the feeling of forbidding. Which really wasn't helping to calm her jittery nerves in the slightest. At least she had been able to change out of the yellow monstrosity of a dress Kikyo had forced her to wear, she really didn't want him to see her in it again.
But Sesshoumaru hadn't arrived. And she was beginning to hope he wouldn't appear. If he did arrive then he would probably melt Hojo or threaten him with words to that effect and she would be alone all night. And not for the first time.
“Kagome-san? Are you listening?” Hojo's soft, almost feminine, voice cut into her musings and she blinked and snapped out of it.
“I... yes I'm listening Hojo-san.” she smiled her most cheerful smile, covering her shame-faced lie, and Hojo promptly blushed.
“Kagome-chan, I finally found you.” A silky smooth voice purred into her ear.
Closing her eyes tightly she tried to deny the undeniable fact that Sesshoumaru was right behind her. She could feel the heat from his chest through the flimsy material of his dress he was standing so close to her.
Biting her lip as the feeling of forbidding intensified she turned to face him and glowered at his satisfied, completely smug expression.
“Sesshoumaru-san.” she acknowledged stiffly. He was dressed in an Armani suit that put her ugly-duckling-inspired dress to shame and draped across his arm was his only accessory; some model who was undoubtedly the finest catch in town at the moment.
“Aren't you going to introduce me to your date?” he prompted snidely.
“Aren't you going to introduce me to yours?” she countered tapping her foot in agitation and sizing up the exits edgily.
He smirked. “This is Matsumoto Sora; she's an up and coming model," he placed a hand on her waif-like waist in a proprietary manner.
The beautiful, fawn-like girl nodded at her and smiled in her perfect way.
“This is Hojo ....” there was an awkward pause as she tried to remember his first name. “Chitose!” her small moment of triumph over remembering made a blush light up her cheeks, she covered her slip-up with a small cough and smiled sheepishly
Sesshoumaru quirked a brow at her and she resisted the urge to stick her tongue out or something equally as undignified.
The feeling of forbidding was intensifying in pressure and Kagome was decidedly unsettled.
“So, Hojo-san.” Sesshoumaru smiled in a shark-like manner at the boy, “I do hope you are looking after our little Kagome-chan, she can get a tad neurotic at times.”
Kagome's eyes narrowed at him. “Shut up, Sesshoumaru-san,” she ordered.
He smiled vindictively, “When her last boyfriend broke up with her she stalked him for a while didn't you Kagome-chan?” he gave a fake chuckle “but that is in the past now, ne Kagome-chan?”
She wished she could wring his neck at the patronising way her name slipped through his lips
Hojo was looking increasingly worried and he was startled to find Kagome to find her rubbing her temples as if she had a headache.
She finally glanced up at Sesshoumaru. “Do what you like,” she shrugged and left the reception room.
Leaving a bemused Hojo, a passive Sora and a pondering Sesshoumaru in her wake.
The feeling of forbidding was building into dread and it actually hurt now. She made it outside the bustling reception room and into the yard outside the hotel. By now she had realised the feeling had nothing to do with Sesshoumaru and his taunting. Something much worse was about to happen.
She pulled her phone from her pocket and glared at it until it rang.
“Hello?” she asked the dread in her stomach building, twisting and knotting until it became a physical manifestation and she wanted to throw up.
“Kagome? Kagome, help me!”
Author: aimee_blue
Rating: T
Prompt: Interlude (oneshot#40)
Genre: Humour/Romance
Wordcount: 756
Warnings: None
Summary: Continues from my neck drabble Secret Surveillance. Kagome's worst nightmares all come to haunt her on the same day.
Kagome's eyes darted around the reception room like a caged animal seeking an escape route. In fact, she was not so much caged, more looking for the bearer of bad news. Hojo, hand on her arm, was obliviously twittering away about some other inestimably boring event in his life. But she was on the lookout for Sesshoumaru.
Since her most recent conversation with him just a few days ago she had been as jumpy as a spooked animal. The wedding had provided a brief interlude between his taunting and the reception but she had been tense all the way through; waiting for him to arrive.
Her Miko senses had been tingling constantly all through the wedding. But it gave her nothing specific, just the feeling of forbidding. Which really wasn't helping to calm her jittery nerves in the slightest. At least she had been able to change out of the yellow monstrosity of a dress Kikyo had forced her to wear, she really didn't want him to see her in it again.
But Sesshoumaru hadn't arrived. And she was beginning to hope he wouldn't appear. If he did arrive then he would probably melt Hojo or threaten him with words to that effect and she would be alone all night. And not for the first time.
“Kagome-san? Are you listening?” Hojo's soft, almost feminine, voice cut into her musings and she blinked and snapped out of it.
“I... yes I'm listening Hojo-san.” she smiled her most cheerful smile, covering her shame-faced lie, and Hojo promptly blushed.
“Kagome-chan, I finally found you.” A silky smooth voice purred into her ear.
Closing her eyes tightly she tried to deny the undeniable fact that Sesshoumaru was right behind her. She could feel the heat from his chest through the flimsy material of his dress he was standing so close to her.
Biting her lip as the feeling of forbidding intensified she turned to face him and glowered at his satisfied, completely smug expression.
“Sesshoumaru-san.” she acknowledged stiffly. He was dressed in an Armani suit that put her ugly-duckling-inspired dress to shame and draped across his arm was his only accessory; some model who was undoubtedly the finest catch in town at the moment.
“Aren't you going to introduce me to your date?” he prompted snidely.
“Aren't you going to introduce me to yours?” she countered tapping her foot in agitation and sizing up the exits edgily.
He smirked. “This is Matsumoto Sora; she's an up and coming model," he placed a hand on her waif-like waist in a proprietary manner.
The beautiful, fawn-like girl nodded at her and smiled in her perfect way.
“This is Hojo ....” there was an awkward pause as she tried to remember his first name. “Chitose!” her small moment of triumph over remembering made a blush light up her cheeks, she covered her slip-up with a small cough and smiled sheepishly
Sesshoumaru quirked a brow at her and she resisted the urge to stick her tongue out or something equally as undignified.
The feeling of forbidding was intensifying in pressure and Kagome was decidedly unsettled.
“So, Hojo-san.” Sesshoumaru smiled in a shark-like manner at the boy, “I do hope you are looking after our little Kagome-chan, she can get a tad neurotic at times.”
Kagome's eyes narrowed at him. “Shut up, Sesshoumaru-san,” she ordered.
He smiled vindictively, “When her last boyfriend broke up with her she stalked him for a while didn't you Kagome-chan?” he gave a fake chuckle “but that is in the past now, ne Kagome-chan?”
She wished she could wring his neck at the patronising way her name slipped through his lips
Hojo was looking increasingly worried and he was startled to find Kagome to find her rubbing her temples as if she had a headache.
She finally glanced up at Sesshoumaru. “Do what you like,” she shrugged and left the reception room.
Leaving a bemused Hojo, a passive Sora and a pondering Sesshoumaru in her wake.
The feeling of forbidding was building into dread and it actually hurt now. She made it outside the bustling reception room and into the yard outside the hotel. By now she had realised the feeling had nothing to do with Sesshoumaru and his taunting. Something much worse was about to happen.
She pulled her phone from her pocket and glared at it until it rang.
“Hello?” she asked the dread in her stomach building, twisting and knotting until it became a physical manifestation and she wanted to throw up.
“Kagome? Kagome, help me!”