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Chapter Two
Community Service?!

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The florescent lights of the office and their constant buzzing was starting to fray his already shot nerves. The handcuffs on his wrists that were attached to the arm of the chair he was strapped in were starting to cut off his circulation. He was the most dignified, respected, powerful, feared, rich, and handsome businessman in all of the Eastern Hemisphere, and yet the law didn’t care about any of it.

He heard the jingling of keys and the click of the lock as it slid out of place. The sound of footsteps filled the room as whoever had entered walked toward him, breathing even and regular. A woman with black hair pulled into a clip and garnet colored eyes looked at him with contempt and amusement. Her uniform hugged her curves and her badge sparkled in the bright artificial light.

She sauntered to her desk where she hauled herself up and crossed her legs, placing her red manicured nails on her knees. She smiled as she seductively licked her lips as she spoke, “Well, well, well, look at what we have here. It’s been a while hasn’t it?”

He just rolled his eyes and snorted. “If by a while, you mean never, then yes, I can agree with you.”

Her seductive smile faded and was replaced by an annoyed scowl, ”Even on the receiving end of the law, you’re still an arrogant ass. This automatic at my hip could easily shut you up so that I wouldn’t have to hear your sarcastic remarks anymore,” she purred as she toyed with it, fingers playing with the trigger.

Sesshomaru just rolled his eyes. “You are so ignorant to think that an automatic can defeat me? How amusing it would be to see you try, Kagura,” he said icily as he clenched and unclenched the arms of the chair, leaving indentations where his fingers had been.

“You know, you’re really pushing it,” she growled, pulling the gun from its holster and aiming it at Sesshomaru’s head. Even after five hundred and some years, the taiyoukai could still get under her skin with mere words.

“Go ahead, shoot me, kill me if you can, but I don’t think that’s what you were sent here for and besides, your department won’t be too happy and you could be charged with anything from homicide to third degree and, maybe if you’re lucky, manslaughter,” he stated blandly as he started to examine his claws, which were carefully concealed with a charm, along with all his other demonic traits.

She growled and lowered the gun,“Sharp as ever. We could use someone like you on the force.”

“I like to keep my enforcing of the law discreet so as to not draw attention to myself, and those uniforms are cheap and hideous. Someone of my stature would not be caught dead in a polyester and cotton blend,” he said plainly, eyeing her uniform with mild disgust.

Kagura snickered, “Well you had better get used to it ‘cause that’s what your gonna be wearing for the next couple years. How do you feel about the colors of light blue and yellow?” she asked smugly as an idiotic smile crept onto her face. She laughed when Sesshomaru blanched.

He didn’t like where this was going and Kagura’s smile didn’t help. “Does it matter, I’m going to jail anyway.”

“Oh contraire. You’ll be going to a different kind of prison, a one where you’re allowed to have just as much freedom as you had before you were arrested.” She slapped a manilla folder on his lap, smiling like a Cheshire cat.

He reached out with his uncuffed hand and grabbed the folder, holding it as if it were a dead body or something. He cautiously opened the folder and looked at the paper inside. It read: S.N.P.A.A. Special Needs Personal Assistant Association. He read further: This is a program that helps people with special needs such as the blind, deaf, mute, or mentally and physically disabled. Our program is designed to aide our customers in their day to day routines until they no longer require our service. Each of our employees is assigned a customer to help out for as long as the customer needs or sees fit. The employee is to either live with the customer, live near the customer, or be at the customer’s house in time to start the daily routine. In this information packet you will find the contracts, rules, contact information, and your customer’s profile.

Sesshomaru found that the contracts had already been signed and filed out, so he skipped ahead to the customer profile. He was surprised, no, shocked to see it.

Name: Kagome Higurashi
Age: 22
Height: 5' 8 ½"
Weight: 130 lbs.
Birth date: June 21, 1984
Occupation: dance instructor
Disabilities: coma recovery patient, physical movements might need watching. Currently mute.
Other: lives in Natsu Taishou apartments, number 2700, penthouse suite. ‘Now why does that sound so familiar?’ Has one mother, Hana Higurashi, brother Souta Higurashi, father Kashiwa Higurashi(deceased), and grandfather Ko Higurashi. Miko of Higurashi shrine.

He snapped the folder shut, tossing it back at Kagura. So the miko had survived, she always was a fighter, even when she knew the battle was lost. But he wasn’t so perky of the idea of being her lap dog for however many years or months or whatever.

“This is your community service. The officials don’t trust you enough to put you in jail, said you’re too violent, so they gave you community service instead. While you’re there, say hi to Kagome for me,” said Kagura as she walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Sesshomaru was not happy, not at all.

She walked out into the warm air of a sunny spring afternoon, inhaling as she went along. Miroku had told her that someone would be waiting for her at the fountain in the hospital’s courtyard, wearing a black and blue shirt. She quickly scanned the cement garden to find a man standing in a far off corner with a blue and black shirt on. She smiled and bustled over to him, a bright smile on her face.

She waved at him and pointed to the street and then to a car, hoping he would understand. Sesshomaru just stood there and looked at her like she was insane. She did this once more, only to get the same results. She huffed and grabbed his hand, trying to get him to take her to the car he had hopefully came here in. But as soon as she made contact with his hand her vision faded and her mind created an image.

A blurry figure with silver colored what she thought to be hair stood, in a lone field, surrounded by blacks and grays. His features were blurry except for two piercing amber eyes, four magenta slashes, and a navy blue crescent moon. They were the only things that stood out in starkness amongst the sea of swirling gray. The figure looked up and reached out, as if to touch something but before she could see what it was, the image faded.

Kagome immediately let go of his hand as if it was on fire. Sesshomaru looked on, curious about her actions. “Why don’t you speak miko? You never expressed any difficulty with the ability in the past, so why now?” he asked coldly as he raised an elegant brow at her. Kagome just looked at him with a confused expression.”I will not repeat myself again wench,” he threatened, taking a step toward her.

Kagome’s eyes flashed with anger at the nickname. She didn’t know why, but she had this strange feeling of de Ja vu, like she had done this or heard this a million times, but once again brushed it off as a post coma thing. She quickly signed the motions for; my name is Kagome Higurashi, not wench; in sign language, but he didn’t seem to follow.

She sighed and sat down on a nearby bench, setting her forehead on her laced fingers. ‘God this guy is such a baka. You would think that if he came from a place where they treat people with special needs, then he’d at least know how to sign. God, the world is going insane.’

Sesshomaru heard these words echo in his head and placed his gaze on the young miko, eyes alight at being called a baka, and by a human no less. ‘You will refrain from calling me that. This Sesshomaru has a name and you’d do well to use it, wench.’

Kagome jumped at the sudden invasion into her thoughts. ‘This Kagome has a name too! It’s not wench, bitch, girl, woman, or any combination of the four, got that?!’ Kagome thought she had done a good job at telling him off.

Sesshomaru had to refrain from just beheading her right then and there for her attitude. ’Ka-go-me, you will not proceed to order this Sesshomaru around and will do well to watch your tongue.’ He looked at her and saw her fuming, he could swear he saw steam rising from ears. No matter what century he was in, he would never miss seeing people get mad, you could call it a hobby.

‘Well excuse me Mr. Stick up Your Ass, just trying to help you out.’

‘How could a frail girl like you possibly help me, the taiyoukai of the west?’

Tai- youkai? Why was he talking, well thinking about, demons? ‘What do demons lords have to do with anything? They’re only myths.’

‘You speak nonsense, this coming from the time traveling miko who fought youkai on a daily basis for years. This Sesshomaru doesn’t not find your antics amusing so at least act like you did before.’ He was slightly confused at how she was acting and why she was so surprised to hear about demons. Something wasn’t right here, and he was going to find out what.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about but I’m not time traveling anything! And I don’t really think you should be treating me like this.’

‘Why not? This is how I’ve always treated you, don’t you remember, or did that coma take away you mem-.’ Realization hit him like a ton of bricks, stopping him in mid thought. The coma took away her memories, she had amnesia, she didn’t remember the past.

“Fucking bastards, they didn’t mention she had amnesia,” he mumbled as he shook his silvery mane in frustration. Kagome looked at him with a comic quizzical expression. She even cocked her head to one side and gave him the confused puppy dog eyes. Priceless.

‘I’m your personal assistant from S.N.P.A.A. how may I be of service?’ he thought, mentally banging his head against a brick wall, over and over and over agin. He wished for nothing more than to be back in Sengoku Jidai right now, laying in bed with a pretty demoness, exhausted from over exerting himself. He’d even settle for jail, there he could at least injure the people who annoyed him. But he couldn’t injure Kagome, not if he tried. If he did they might put him in solitary confinement, or sentence him more community service. If he had to pick between the two, he’d choose solitary confinement.

Kagome paled considerably at the news. This arrogant ass of a man was going to be her personal assistant for a year? This man with one of the most horrible attitudes she had ever encountered in her couple months of being conscious? This incredibly hot and sexy hunk of man candy with gorgeous eyes and killer hair, not to mention a godly body, was going to be her assistant? She didn’t know whether to hate the gods or hug them.

But at the moment she had gotten Sesshomaru’s thoughts and snickered mentally at the sight of the high and mighty man being brought down to his knees. ‘Well first of all, you can take me home. I live in-.’

‘Natsu Taishou Apartments, number 2700, penthouse suite, I know, so don’t waste your breath telling me.’ he thought blandly as he started to walk away. Kagome was taken aback by his knowledge, but wanted to see how much he really knew.

‘Okay, so you know where I live, what else do you know?’

Sesshomaru rolled his eyes, this was going to be a long year. ‘You’re 22, weigh 130 even, measure at 5' 8 ½", born on June 21, 1984, are head dance instructor at Kouin Resu Dance Academy, have a cat named Buyo, and are current miko of Higurashi Shrine.’

‘How do you know all of that?’

‘The agency gave me a profile and I did a little studying of my own.’

‘Oh. If you know so much, then what’s my favorite color?’

‘When you were little pink, but now you prefer red and purple.’

‘I don’t know whether this is flattering or disturbing, could be categorized as stalker material. Maybe I should alert the authorities.’

‘Believe me, they wouldn’t want to hear my name mentioned and would probably arrest you if you said it.’

‘Why? Do you have some kind of hidden, horrible past that you don’t want to reveal because you’re laying low from the law?’

He sighed. ‘No.’


‘Okay. Maybe you were part of a gang and committed unspeakable crimes.’

‘No.’

‘You came here to escape the police because you’re wanted in a foreign country?’

‘No.’

‘This is tough. Okay how about this one; You were framed for some horrible crime and the only evidence that was presented lead to you. The crime was so bad or violent or whatever that they didn’t trust you enough to put you in jail, in fear of the safety of the other criminals, so they gave you community service in an act to try to straighten you out; am I close?’

Sesshomaru was silent. On a mere guess, this human girl with amnesia that was recovering from a coma, had guessed his whole situation. And all of it was true. His friend had committed a crime and to avoid being wanted in yet another country, pinned it on him to get out of it. He had fled the country shortly after, leaving Sesshomaru at the crime scene and had left a trail of evidence that could only lead to him.

He had never forgotten that day and he never would. But that wasn’t the problem right now. He nodded and Kagome went wide eyed. He rolled his eyes at her expression, grumbling something about stupid human girls.

‘I’m so sorry, it was just a detailed guess, I was only kidding. I’m really sorry!’

Seshomaru turned on his heel and glared down at her, wanting her to just fade away on the spot. He narrowed his eyes and stepped closer, rising to his full height of an impressive 6' 5". “I do not need a human girl’s pity. I am capable of caring for myself and I don’t need you to feel sorry for me. Now get in the car,” he growled as he opened his door and got in, starting the engine.

Kagome felt very small, yet surprisingly stylish as she climbed into the red Ferrari F430 Spider, her camouflage hip huggers sliding smoothly against the black leather interior. The moment her seatbelt clicked into its slot, he accelerated and they were off, speeding toward her apartment. Kagome was pushed back against the seat, her mouth open in silent laughs. Maybe he wouldn’t that bad.

Well they’ve met and if u haven’t figured it out this is most likely going to be a Sess/Kag fic but I’m still kinda iffy about it. I had to give him a hot car, I mean, hot car + hot guy= godly combination. Anyway I chose the F430 Spider because in my opinion, it was the best looking Ferrari I had seen. I think that the way they met was kind of corny, but Sesshy needed some kind of punishment for being a human hater and I thought he needed a taste of what his servants and the other’s around him felt like(I know I’m evil). Anywayz R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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