InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Himitsu ❯ Secret Contact ( Chapter 21 )

Title: Secret Contact

Author: aimee_blue

Prompt: For Keeps [oneshot#

Rating: T

Words: 1,193

Summary: Sesshoumaru vents his frustrations and Inuyasha takes the moral high ground. Continues from my `lick' drabble `Secret Frustrations'.

 

Crack.

Her pencil snapped pitifully, the snapping noise breaking the terse silence. Sesshoumaru sat back confidently in his chair, watching her with a smug satisfaction that made her want to shut his head in her desk drawer a few times.

Standing abruptly, she glowered at the fanged smirk Sesshoumaru bestowed upon her.

“Be careful not to fall now,” he mocked softly.

Ever since the incident when he had taken her flying and he had uncovered her fear of flying, she had known, as she sometimes knew, that something bad was brewing.

Not disastrous bad. More like migraine inducing bad.

Sesshoumaru was her migraine.

He'd commented on her new heels, asking her if she was sure she would be okay `all the way up there'. When that had failed to garner a reaction he had enquired as to whether she would be stable enough, and that he didn't fancy having to keep catching clumsy women. Sometimes, she really wished she could pull out that shiny hair, clump by satisfying clump.

The ringing phone interrupted her intended rebuke and she flipped it open.

“Hello?” she asked turning her back on Sesshoumaru haughtily, “oh, yeah, maybe, yeah. I'll be there.”

And then she stalked into Bankotsu's office hastily.

Sesshoumaru observed Bankotsu and Kagome suspiciously as they conversed within the confines of his office; it had become increasingly hard to enjoy tormenting Kagome with him as their manager. He seemed to have a particular affection for the girl, constantly talking to her and whispering behind closed doors. He was certain that whatever secrets Kagome was keeping, the feminine male was privy to.

It was infuriating.

An interference with Kagome's torment, Bankotsu was spoiling Kagome's fun.

Glancing up from his musings he noted that the mischievous woman had vanished! She was getting proficient at escaping him, unfortunately.

Materialising from nowhere, Bankotsu appeared in front of the desk to gaze down at him imperiously. “Kagome had to leave to look after her niece,” he proclaimed, twirling the end of his plait around one slender finger.

Sesshoumaru grinned; Rin liked him, she wouldn't object if he were to `coincidentally' show up, right?

“Don't even think about it!” Bankotsu reprimanded, correctly interoperating the cunning light in Sesshoumaru's eyes. “I volunteered you to do her work while she's gone.”

Sesshoumaru scowled darkly at the man who was inspecting his fuchsia false nails idly. He wondered indolently how much trouble he would land himself in if he were to accidentally annihilate Bankotsu.

Apparently sighting the murderous intent in the Inu's eyes, Bankotsu dropped the manuscripts onto Sesshoumaru's desk and tottered quickly back to the relative safety of his office as fast as his three inch heels could carry him.

***

Slack tied, jacketless and mildly intoxicated, Sesshoumaru leant both his elbows on the bar and stared into his glass of bourbon like it would reveal the secrets of the universe if he waited long enough.

“Why so glum, chum?” the bar tender, a male ookami infamous for his womanising and obstinate nature, asked casually.

“I am not your chum,” Sesshoumaru answered curtly. This bar was one of his frequent haunts; a place where none of his upper-class friends would ever find him it also served good sake. All he asked on days like this one.

Bankotsu had worked him to the bone and, much to his dismay, Kagome had never returned from seeing Rin. He was now trying to get drunk, though it was hard with his Yokai metabolism burning away at the alcohol; he thought he could pass for mildly intoxicated.

The ookami grinned at the Inu. “Ah, women problems, wanna talk about it?”

Sesshoumaru attempted to glower a hole in the bar. “I have no women problems,” he snorted derisively.

“Yeah, sure,” Kouga muttered unbelievingly as he refilled Sesshoumaru's glass with sake.

Sesshoumaru thought about Kagome for a moment, was she the reason he was so irked? Perhaps, she'd been avoiding his teasingly lately and he'd even found himself being nice to her upon occasion. She was beginning to become confusing, he wasn't sure he agreed with that turn of events.

“I have no problem, save that she specialises in the art of escaping,” Sesshoumaru griped, remembering the way she had disappeared just that morning when he'd been planning on taunting her.

The ookami chortled, his blue eyes sparkling with mirth and compassion. “I hear you there!”

Sesshoumaru treated the wolf to a dirty glare.”I, unlike you, do not stalk women.”

Well... not very often... besides it was surveillance, not stalking.

The ookami grit his teeth at the snub and shrugged. “Whatever.”

Sesshoumaru glowered at the wolf as he stalked away to serve a bunch of women who had just descended upon the establishment.

He didn't stalk Kagome! He was adamant of such. The mutt would back him up on this one.

Flipping his phone upon, the mildly intoxicated Sesshoumaru dialled Inuyasha's number.

Inuyasha answered after a long pause, his voice gruff and evidently incensed. “Why the hell are you calling me on my honeymoon asshole? I told you I'd be gone a month!”

Sesshoumaru blinked, ah, yes, he'd forgotten about that.

“I do not stalk your friend,” he informed Inuyasha, belatedly remembering the reason he had called in the first place.

There was a long static pause. “Sesshoumaru, how drunk are you?”

“Not very.”

“Sure,” Inuyasha's agreement was patronising, “since when do you call me about Kagome? Accept, of course, for those times you use me in a scheme to torment her?”

“Hn.” Sesshoumaru didn't want to admit it but the whelp was correct, how much had he drunk? He tried to count the empty sake bottles but only succeeded in enticing a headache.

“Are you sure you're okay?” Inuyasha asked, and then scoffed, “I can't believe I just asked you that.”

Sesshoumaru glowered at his empty glass and contemplated his brother's words. Was he okay? “I am dissatisfied with Kagome's avoidance techniques, the game is not nearly so amusing when she does not play.”

“Now you sound like a teenager with a crush.” There was a moment's pause as Inuyasha mulled this one over. “And that's better not be the case because, first, that's mean we've fallen into a parallel universe where you like humans and, second, even if you were in a parallel universe you still wouldn't deserve her.”

Did the whelp just suggest that he, the Sesshoumaru, wasn't worthy of a ningen woman? He'd pay for the insult.

“Half-breed—” Sesshoumaru began warningly.

“I'm not insultin' ya!” Inuyasha backpedalled hastily.

“Then what are you insinuating?” Sesshoumaru asked, ice saturating his tone.

“I'm sayin' that you can't do that whole womanising thing with Kagome, she's for keeps, you know? Special and shit.”

“How eloquent,” Sesshoumaru sneered.

“Insult me all you want,” Inuyasha was blunt, “doesn't make me any less right. now, I'm trying to relax on my damn honeymoon here.”

Sesshoumaru frowned his displeasure as the Hanyou hung up on him. Who did he think he was?

Besides, the Hanyou had the wrong end of the stick entirely. He held no affection for the onna, she was merely a toy with which he amused himself.

For keeps indeed.