InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ In Bed With the Mob ❯ Temptation ( Chapter 1 )

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In Bed with the Mob

Ch. 1: Temptation

It was supposed to be a routine exchange. The guns were only for show. Nothing was supposed to go wrong, but since when do things go as planned when dealing with the mob. Naraku had acquired a batch of diamonds Sesshomaru needed. Well, he didn't need it. He wanted it. He was only missing a red two Karat diamond to complete his collection, and Sesshomaru hated to have anything incomplete.

The exchange was to take place in the old neighborhood. He had taken Miroku to the scene and given him a briefcase full of money. Naraku was parked across the street. The exchange was simple. Miroku would meet Kagura half-way across the street, where they would make the exchange. He normally didn't ask his brother's friends for favors, but he knew Miroku was the only person that could survive Kagura's wrath other than his brother and himself. Since he was too proud to make the exchange himself, and his brother was out of the country, that only left Miroku. He also knew that the monk had an anniversary coming up, and the prospects of finding the perfect diamonds to make his wife a custom bracelet would be too tempting for Miroku to pass.

The street was deserted. Not surprising, since it was two in the morning. Everything was going as planned. Kagura showed Miroku the diamonds. He examined the red one Sesshomaru wanted. He nodded and showed Kagura the money. She took out a bundled and flipped through it to make sure they were all there. She quickly counted the bundles and nodded. He closed the briefcase and handed it to her. They were about to turn around when the screeching sound of breaks caught their attention. Neither of the two had time to duck before the shots were fired.

Miroku shielded the diamonds with his chest. From what he could ascertain, everyone was firing at everyone. He heard Sesshomaru call for him. He was getting ready to leave when he noticed Kagura wasn't moving. He turned towards her as he grabbed the money. One look at her beautiful face, and he couldn't help himself. Sesshomaru had ordered the limo to move closer to the young monk. He didn't waste time throwing the briefcase, diamonds and young lady in the back seat.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Sesshomaru asked angrily. "I don't want anything of Naraku's in my presence." His golden eyes flashed red as the scent of blood began to outweigh the scent of his enemy.

"What did you want me to do? Leave her out there to die?" Miroku's violet eyes turned black with anger.

"It's her father's concern."

"And what do you think her father will do when he realizes his diamonds, money and daughter are all in your possession?" The years of meditation had paid off. Sesshomaru looked at the ruby lips and pale face of the unconscious wind demon.

"If she dies in our care, we could be dealing with a full out war."

Miroku took his jacket and placed it underneath her breast, placing pressure on the wound. "Then, we'll just have to make sure she doesn't die."

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Kagura was cold and numb all over. She could feel her youki weakening, and she didn't mind. The numbness was a welcome relief from the daily pain she carried, and the coldness reminded her of her lost freedom. Death was coming, and she welcomed it. Perhaps, she would find the peace that had eluded her in life.

The young woman groan as a she felt a tingling sensation envelop her body. She could feel a fire starting at her core as something started to tighten in her lower abdomen. Was this what death felt like? She moaned as the fire at her core began to grow. She wanted to rub her thighs together, to put pressure in the area, but her limbs were too heavy, and she wasn't sure if she was still in her body to begin with. She groaned in discomfort and was rewarded with a pressure rubbing against the fire. The warmth spread throughout her body, strengthening her youki.

She cursed. She wanted death! She wanted freedom! She wanted that pressure to rub faster! The fire was getting hotter and the pressure was building; she knew she was shaking. She was cornered and dam was about to break. She felt a shooting pain followed by a wave of pure ecstasy. She gasped. Nothing had ever felt that good in her life.

Her eyes fluttered open, not recognizing the ceiling. She looked down, surprised to find her legs spread apart and a silver head between them. She groaned in confusion as a pair of golden eyes looked up at her. He hadn't? He wouldn't?

He smirked at her confused blush before climbing over her body, resting his cloth-covered erection of over her heat. He kissed her lips lightly, letting her smell and taste her sex on his lips. He had. The young woman began to tremble, confusion taking over. The room began to spin as her limbs turned to concrete. Darkness soon consumed her.

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Sesshomaru licked his lips again as the doctor examined his guest. It had been difficult, but he had managed to convince Naraku's personal physician to take a look at her. He was her doctor after all. "I don't know what you did, Mr. Takahashi, but she seems much better. The lung is healing quite nicely. She was lucky: had the bullet hit any higher, it would have ruptured her lung." The dark haired man spoke softly. He was tall and built with his hair neatly comb and a pleasant smile on his face. Not too many people could care for demons. Not too many demons needed doctors, either.

Sesshomaru's bedroom door slammed open revealing a very angry hanyou. His calm black eyes carefully scrutinized the doctor and the silver haired lord before turning to see his daughter, pale and weak, resting in Sesshomaru's bed, wearing one of the inu youkai's nightshirts.

"Most people find it appropriate to knock before entering a Lord's chamber." Sesshomaru growled.

"You've stolen my money and my daughter!" The hanyou replied.

"And you order a couple of local gang kids to shoot us down, but let's not get technical. You're daughter is free to go whenever she wants to."

"Then, I'm taking her with me now." Naraku replied calmly.

"I wouldn't recommend that." The doctor spoke up. "The bullet brushed against the young lady's lung. Moving her could be detrimental to her health."

"She may stay here as my guest for as long as she needs to." Sesshomaru replied.

"In that case, I will take my money, now."

"I can't do that. You see, our deal was to give the money to Kagura, who in turn would give us the diamonds. I stand by my word. Kagura will get the money, when she's ready to leave here." As he spoke, he stepped closer. Naraku's eyes darkened as he smelled his daughter on him. Sesshomaru would pay for her services one way or another.

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Kagura awoke with a headache and a full bladder. Her body was tingling from something she didn't know. She tried to stand, but only managed to fall on her knees. "Stupid body!" She grumbled. She had almost gotten rid of it too.

"Stupid woman." A rough voice replied from the corner. She squinted to see in the darkness, but was only able to see a pair of glowing amber eyes. A pair of strong arms lifted her to her feet and sat her on the bed before turning on the dim light of the lamp. The long shadows gave his pale an ethereal glow as he stared at her ruby eyes.

"Where am I?" She asked with a dry throat.

"My chambers." Her skin tingled at the sound of his voice…at the sound of the insinuation behind it.

"Am-am I your prisoner?"

"No, my guest. You're free to leave anytime as long as you can do it with your own two feet."

"Does my father…"

"He agreed that it was best to let you fully recover."

"You mean you forced him to let me stay." He shrugged, not caring how she phrased it. "I-I need to use the bathroom." He nodded and helped her up. She was unsteady on her feet, but she insisted on walking. He licked his lips. He hadn't been able to help himself. She didn't smell of Naraku there. Her core was an untainted source of her own scent. If the wind had a flavor, he was sure it would taste like her. And, after two days in his bed, Naraku's scent was washing off the rest of her.

His appetite was only ignited more by the fact that she was a virgin. He hadn't meant to rupture her hymen, but he wasn't expecting to find it there. His claws accidentally brushed against it. Maybe, he should indulge in the young wind demon while she was staying at his home. But, that could provoke a war between the two families. He wasn't ready to risk that.

Sesshomaru heard the doorknob move and waited for her to pass. She had fixed her messy bun into a somewhat tamed ponytail. She was still wearing his silk silver pajama top. The buttons hung low on her chest, showing a river of flesh from her neck to her breasts. Her small waist was hinted by the light cloth and her legs, her beautiful long legs, were bare for him to admire. What was life without a little risk?

He moved forward, and for the first time she realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. She was so used to seeing the mobster in a three piece suit that she almost gasped at the sight of his eight pack and hardened pecks. The man was a Greek god sent to Earth to tease her.

He rested his hands on her hips as he locked his eyes with hers. She didn't have time to react. He swooped down and claimed her lips. His touch was soft at first, but soon the demon Lord's hunger could not be appeased. He was passionate, demanding and rough: A combination that excited her. The immediate change in her scent pleased him as he lifted her up. She tightened her legs around his waist and let him carry her to the bed. His lips were exposing more of her breasts as he nipped the exposed skin.

She looked down at the silver hair, a moment's sanity returning to her. This was her father's worst enemy. Their families hated each other…What was she doing? If he was doing this to her, it was to hurt her father, and even though she hated the man, she hated being used even more. "Stop!" She pleaded, her strength having left her body.

"Are you sure you want me to?" He growled as he fought back the urge to just take her. She was too weak for that, and it was her first time.

"Yes."

"Then let me convince you otherwise." He growled as he began to worship her neck, his hands running up her thighs. Her entire body trembled in pleasure.

"I-I don't want to be convinced." Her body said otherwise, but he knew better than to argue with a woman's brain.

"Fine." He covered her up with his blanket before laying next to her. He let his erection press against her back, as a reminder of what she had done to him, of what he was doing for her. "I've been watching you for some time, now." He whispered, knowing she wasn't going to sleep. Her scent was too alive to be laid to rest. "I see the old men you entertain…your father's business partners. I see the way you smile at them, and I also see how you smile at me." His voice was a low growl doing strange things to her body.

"I have never smiled at you." She complained.

"Not with your lips, but your eyes betray you." He gently squeezed one of her breasts. "I want to be the one to set you free." He whispered lowly as his hot breath caressed the back of her neck. He tightened his hold on her. There wasn't a woman that could resist his charm…for long.

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After nearly five days in bed, Kagura awoke soar. Sesshomaru may have the most comfortable mattress ever created, but her body begged for exercise. It probably didn't help that the last three nights she had slept with an erection pressed against her back. You would think the man would have given up by now. But, not Sesshomaru Takahashi: He never accepted defeat.

It was the first time she had woken up during the day, and to her surprise, her body wasn't tingling like it had the last three nights. She sat up and admired the bright room. He wasn't there. The heavy silver curtains were drawn, revealing a giant bay window next to the brass bed. His bed was immaculate: snow white linens and pure white goose feather comforter. She noticed delicate golden embroidery on the edge of the sheets. It was the Keiji symbol for his name.

Looking around she noticed the light wood furniture with the same brass design as the bed, the silk flowers in the crystal vases, the Japanese tapestries on the walls, the maple hardwood floors with Persian rugs, the little girl staring at her from the edge of the bed…

Kagura took a double take at the pair of black eyes peaking up from the side of the bed. The youkai couldn't help smile and pat the side of the bed next to her. The girl took a second to test the waters before rushing to her side. She looked at Kagura curiously before smiling. Kagura smiled back when she saw the girl was missing her two front teeth. She also noticed the mop of knots that was passing as hair on the girl's head.

"What happened to you?" Kagura asked lightly as she examined the damaged hair.

"Jaken 'ook out Rin's hair 'tyle…it's not pretty anymo'e."

"Are you Rin?" Kagura asked smiling. There was something about this girl that relaxed her. The five-year-old nodded. "What are you doing here?"

"Hiddin' cuz Jazen sayz that he got to cut my hair now…it's too naughty." Kagura frowned examining the hair. Cutting it would be the easy way out, but it would also leave the girl with a shaved head. No, cutting it wouldn't do. They would have to wash it and condition it…deep conditioning.

"I might be able to fix it…" Kagura took a second to sniff herself. Five days in bed and she was sure to smell funky. She wasn't sure if anyone had bathed her while she was unconscious, but a bath always sounded glorious. "Want to take a bath with me?" Rin nodded eagerly. It sure beat having Jaken chase her down with scissors.

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The last thing Sesshomaru expected to find when he returned home that fine Friday afternoon was an empty bed and a bathroom full of giggles. He heard Rin splashing around, which confused him, since Jaken never allowed her to bathe there. He also didn't like the fact that Kagura wasn't resting. She was still too weak to leave, that he was sure about.

He walked the bathroom door, which was slightly ajar, and peaked in surprised to find his Jacuzzi in use by the two women of the house. Rin was splashing water at the smiling Kagura as she tickled the young girl. He didn't remember ever hearing Rin laugh that much. Kagura suddenly turned towards the door sinking in the tub. Their eyes met momentarily and her smile faded. She looked away and told Rin it was time to rinse her hair.

Both women exited the bathroom a few minutes later to find Sesshomaru had already removed his tie and jacket. It appeared to be late afternoon…perhaps close to supper time. He examined the women carefully: Kagura wrapped in his white terrycloth robe and Rin tied in a giant white fluffy towel. The girl smiled at him as Kagura carried her to the bed.

"Sesshomaru-sama 's home early." The girl was beaming. The day was turning out better than expected. The youkai nodded as he watched Kagura sit the girl on her lap and begin the tedious task of combing Rin's knots away. He was surprised at Kagura's delicate hand and patience. He was more surprised at Rin's ability to sit still.

"You don't have a hair drier." Kagura complained. He looked at her in surprise.

"Why would I need it?"

"You have long hair…drying it comes in handy."

"It dries itself." He dismissed. Kagura looked at him in disbelief.

"Your hair looks that good without products or heat styling?" Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow that said,

'Do I look like the kind of man that cares about heat styling?'

"I hate you." She mumbled in annoyance.

"I've been hated for worst." He replied before using the intercom to instruct Jaken to find a hair drier for his guest. He was surprised the toad hadn't come to welcome him home. Perhaps, the toad was afraid he wouldn't like that Kagura had been giving his ward a bath.

Frankly, he wasn't sure how to feel about it. He should be angry the daughter of his worst enemy was befriending his ward, but he wasn't. He was actually pleased that Rin had taken a liking to the wind demon. Looking at their interaction, Sesshomaru realized an awful truth. Sango had been right. Rin needed a mother figure in her life, and Jaken wasn't qualified for the job.

Speaking of the devil, the toad decided to cautiously enter the Lord's bedroom. He shrieked in relief and aggravation before starting a rant. "Rin, I've been looking everywhere for you!"

"Don't get mad! I was with the pretty lady! See, she fixed my hair without cutting it!" Rin protested as she held her hair for him to see.

"Why were you going to cut Rin's hair?" Sesshomaru inquired. This led to a string of incoherent apologies and accusations from the toad.

"It's not his fault." Kagura spoke up trying to plug the hair drier. "He never had a hair on his head. How is he going to know how to take care of knots?" Sesshomaru nodded, and the relieved toad suddenly took a liking to their guest, even though she was the daughter of Naraku.

Sesshomaru watched as Kagura dried and brushed Rin's hair, styling it a high ponytail. Jaken had brought her the girl's pajamas, and Kagura had dressed her as well. Kagura had even allowed Rin to take the drier and dry her hair. The five-year-old had the time of her life brushing through the smooth black hair. The child was disappointed she wasn't allowed to eat dinner with Kagura, but the promise that Kagura would have breakfast with her appeased her enough to leave with Jaken.

"You have a good hand with children."

Kagura shrugged. "I was always the one taking care of Kana." She had given up on her hair hours ago and decided to tie it in a messy bun. Realizing she was alone with the mob boss, she suddenly became aware of her nakedness. Having Rin in the room had made everything seem innocent. Now, his glowing amber eyes were staring at her. "Where are my clothes? I feel strong enough to return home tonight." She informed him. His stoic face never changed, but she could tell that he was displeased by her words.

"They were ruined by the blood and the bullet. I had them thrown out."

"And my father hasn't sent any of my clothes?"

"An oversight…most men don't think of those things."

"In that case, may I borrow some clothes so I can go home?" The annoyance in her voice was evident.

"No." He answered evenly. The look she gave him could have made his brother wince, but he was not his brother. He walked up to the bed. The sun finished setting as he turned on the lamp.

"Then, I hope you don't mind me borrowing your robe." She stood up, but his hands stopped her.

"I'll have someone bring you fresh clothes in the morning. It's late, spend the night." It wasn't a suggestion. It was an order, and Kagura didn't respond well to orders.

"I want to go home."

"Why?"

"Because… I'm not comfortable here! My place isn't here!"

"And you're comfortable there?" He inquired as he removed his shirt.

"That's a stupid question." She retaliated. Why did he have to get undressed?

"I don't think so." He replied calmly as their dinner was brought up. He motioned her to sit on the bed as he removed his shoes. Wearing only his pants, he looked more like a Calvin Klein model than a mobster. He waited until she had tried the sushi before continuing.

"I've been watching you for a long time, Kagura. You may be Naraku's daughter, but you're a hell of a business administrator."

"You mean glorified secretary." She corrected.

"More like…right hand woman. I've been thinking of stealing you from your father for a long time. I have been observing your relationship. Trying to ascertain any flaws I could exploit."

"I will never leave my father." She answered sadly. "I wouldn't survive three seconds without his protection."

"But, you hate working for him." Sesshomaru insisted.

"It's not that bad." She denied.

"No? I didn't think you enjoyed whoring yourself to his business partners." He didn't expect the slap she gave him, but it didn't bother him either.

"Don't question my honor." She warned as she moved away from him. After bathing with his bath products, she was smelling more like him, wearing his robe, with nothing underneath…Kami, he would need every ounce of control he had to finish what he had started.

"The last governor's ball, I noticed you left early."

"Food poisoning." She replied without turning to face him.

"Funny, there was nothing wrong with the food until the old man from Texas ran his hand up your thigh."

"First of all, he was from Arizona." She turned angrily to him. "Second, my eating habits are none of your business, and lastly, what my father asks of me is no different from what you want from me!" He rose to his full height as he stalked her.

"It is completely different. I don't share my possessions." He growled lowly in her ear.

"I don't belong to you! I belong to no one!" She protested. Instantly, she was pressed against the wall as he nuzzled her neck. She didn't remember wrapping her legs around his waist, but she had…and he was grinding into her. Kami, it felt so good.

"I can set you free, Kagura." He whispered seductively in her ear. "I can make you fly…Do you want to fly?" She tried to swallow, but her throat was dry. Somehow she managed to nod. He bit her neck lightly as a reward before he carried her to the bed. The dim light eerily illuminated her features, making her red eyes and lips stand out more. She smelled so fresh…so good. He started kissing down her neck, to her shoulder, up her arm, and stopped at her wrist. He sucked on the flesh lightly before biting down and breaking the skin. He eagerly drank her blood as the jolt of pleasure ran through her body. It was an old inu youkai trick that had never failed to please their women.

Kagura was now dizzy. It was like swimming in air, and when his fangs brushed against her hardened nipples she couldn't help but moan his name. She knew he was smirking, and liked it. Suddenly, every instinct in her body told her to please him to submit. It was confusing and contradicting her very being, but she was beyond caring as she rubbed herself against him. The robe had fallen open as Sesshomaru teased the young youkai. She was grinding against him, begging him to take him, like a good little bitch. She had such potential.

He buried his head between her legs and enjoyed her screams. She had always slept through his midnight snack; it was nice to have her responsive. She was hot, wet and tight: his favorite combination. But, tonight he was on a mission. He was going drive her insane with want for him.

He licked her wet folds before sucking on her bundle of nerves. She screamed, burying her nails in his mattress. He had every intention of being rough with her…of finding out how much she could take. He nipped it hard enough to provoke her orgasm, but careful enough not to damage it…she would be no fun if she wasn't feeling everything to the full extent.

She was trembling and gasping for breath. Her black hair fanned beneath her in a messy heap as he admired the quick rising and sinking of her breasts. He moved up her body and began to rub himself against her. He wasn't about to give her time to recover. He bit her neck harshly as his claws scratched her skin lightly, then roughly. They never damaged the surface, though it reddened from his attentions. Hungrily, he sucked her nipples, like a newborn searching for his first milk.

Kagura moaned loudly…pain had never felt that good. Desperately, she rubbed herself against him as something built up in her abdomen again. She needed more…she needed her release. Somehow she managed to move her hand to his pants and rip the material away. He smirked. She was learning. His erection pressed against her core, and it felt good. But, it wasn't enough. She rubbed faster as she moaned a strangled "Please." With one quick thrust, he was inside her.

She screamed, her orgasm washing away the pain of being stretched so much so fast. She didn't realize he had flipped them over until his claws were buried in her thighs. "Come fly with me." He groaned as he helped her move above him. They started slow, with unsure movement, but soon, she found her pace. It felt so good to be buried inside her tight little body as he admired the bouncing of her large breasts. She rested her hands on his chest to better support herself as her pace quickened. He squeezed her tight derrière as she squeezed her walls. The friction was good, but he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. He captured one breast in his mouth and worked on getting her to explode before he did.

Kagura felt like she was riding the wind. Her whole body was flushed as the adrenaline flood uninhibitedly. The dam water was rising again, and she was sure to explode soon. She just needed a little more…he bit down on her breast, squeezing hard her bottom as his tip hit her womb. The explosion of ecstasy was inevitable as they came together. She collapsed exhausted above him, feeling weightless and free.

He growled contently as he ran his claws through her hair. He wasn't in a rush to pull out, since she was still convulsing around him. "So, have I convinced you to stay?"

Kagura's slight taste of freedom ended bitterly. "Was the only reason you touched me to get back at Naraku?" Her demand ended in a rough kiss as he turned them over.

"Keep that man out of our bed." He growled as he began to pound into her again. How had he gotten so hard so fast? She didn't know, but she didn't have time to ponder it, as the hard rough thrusts brought her to the edge once again. He kissed her demandingly as he spilled inside her. She collapsed into a dreamless sleep from exhaustion.

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She had demanded to be returned to her father the very next day, and he had conceded. He had not missed the slip of his tongue from the night before, and neither had she. Something that was not supposed to happen had…but neither could face it. Deciding he didn't want the smell of Naraku in his house, he set up a meeting in the city. He would personally see Kagura to City Hall, and let her walk over to her father.

The two had remained quiet as they waited. Sesshomaru felt something he never had before growing at the pit of his stomach: doubt. It wasn't a good feeling. His instincts were telling him not to return the girl. He knew she would be beaten badly for her indiscretion. He was counting on that to encourage her to stay, but she seem to prefer her father's wrath than his touch.

He knew that was not true. She had accepted his touch, hungrily…like a good bitch. She had refused his offer. It didn't matter. Naraku's limo was driving up to the curve. Miroku gave Kagura the briefcase as Sesshomaru grabbed her arm. She looked at her confuse before seeing Koga walking up the steps. She allowed Sesshomaru to lead her inside, figuring he was avoiding the police.

"Sesshomaru?" She asked when she noticed they had lost the detective, but they were still walking.

"I need you to trust me." His words were soft, but firm. Kagura couldn't help but follow him blindly. She saw her father walking behind them. He seemed unfazed. Perhaps, this was all part of the exchange.

"Are you going to do what I think you are?" Miroku asked suddenly.

"Do you have a problem with it?"

"I'm too smart to answer that. I'll go on ahead." He said before he took the stairs. They made it into the elevator, but did not wait for her father.

"Sesshomaru…what are you doing?" She demanded firmly.

"The only thing that feels right." The intensity of his eyes made her back down. They arrived on their floor without any problem as they moved towards the back, and entered the Justice of the Peace's office. Kagura had a bad feeling. Something was definitely not right.

"Is everything ready?" Sesshomaru demanded as Miroku handed him a couple of papers.

"Are you sure this is necessary?" The justice inquired.

"Yes."

"Then sign here." Sesshomaru did as he was told. Kagura could see her father approaching the office through the stain glass window. "Now you, Miss."

Kagura looked at the old man with dark brown hair in confusion. She felt Sesshomaru scratch the wound on her wrist lightly. She was suddenly flushed…was that a mating mark? He wouldn't have? Would he? "Trust me." He whispered as Naraku reached the office.

"Kagura." The hanyou's voice was greasy with annoyance. "It's time to go home." She looked at the pen in her hand in disbelief. Had she just signed the document, just because he had asked her? It didn't matter. It was time for her to face her father's wrath.

"I agree." Sesshomaru spoke up, his stoic mask in place. "Shall we?" He turned to Kagura and asked. Bewilderment was the only way to explain her facial expression.

"What is going on here?" Naraku demanded.

"You only have yourself to blame." The Justice explained. "If you hadn't opposed yourself to there love, they wouldn't have rushed to get married."

Kagura looked at the Justice in disbelief. "What?"

"It pays to know people." He replied as she looked down at the document she had just sign. In bold letters it read, "Marriage Certificate."

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I wasn't going to write this but Tabatha wrote me about 4 emails begging me to do a follow up with Sesshomaru and Kagura's story. It will be the same format, and it will wrap up some of the loose ends from Sleeping with the Mob.