InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Secret Lovers ❯ Featured Story ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Summary: AU When away on an assignment for the magazine they work for, coworkers Kagura and Sesshoumaru engage in a passionate affair. How will they deal once they get back to their lives? Having a dirty little secret never felt this good. Sessh/Kagura. Rated M for lots of citrus and language.


A/N: I wanted to write a little something fun and very citrusy this time around. Since this will be a shorter fic, I’ll try to update more regularly. I’ll try to have the next Special Delivery out as soon as possible.

By the way not that it matters much, but in this story they’re not youkai, and don’t have powers and super human strength and stuff.


Disclaimer: Sadly even though I love writing AU stories on my OTP, they don't belong to me. I tried to buy them, but all I could afford were plushies. Oh well better than nothing lol.



Part 1: Featured Story


“Talking”
'Thoughts'


“I can't believe they stuck me with you.” Kagura complained for at least the hundredth time, rolling her crimson eyes in annoyance.

“This Sesshoumaru understood how irritated you are the first time you voiced your upset… five hours ago!” He answered her, not even looking away from the plane's window. “Oh and before you ask again, it was not my idea to have us take the same plane with seats next to each other. In fact I had requested for Kouga to accompany me on this assignment, not you. After all he is a native of the region and is quite knowledgeable about the festival.”

Kagura was slightly annoyed to see how her companion clearly doubted her professional abilities, but decided not to say anything about it.

“Yeah well who could have known that right now he'd be in Hawaii on his honeymoon, getting knowledgeable about surfing and the blissful life of newlyweds.” The young woman spat scornfully, not even trying to hide her bitterness anymore. Even if she did not have any lingering feelings for her ex boyfriend, seeing him happy and in love while she was single didn't hurt her any less.  

Out of the corner of his golden eye, the young journalist looked at his female co-worker. Although it had all occurred before he had started working for Shikon Magazine, he had heard all the details on the supposedly heated office romance between Kagura and Kouga. In fact everyone at the magazine’s headquarters knew how after two years of dating, Kouga had suddenly broke off with his co-worker girlfriend, favoring the young red haired intern, who had worked at their magazine for a couple of weeks. Adding insult to injury, Ayame had then been hired as full time staff by the owner of Shikon Magazine, Naraku. Three years after the facts, Ayame and Kouga had now gotten married. Everyone except Kagura, Sesshoumaru and Naraku had attended the touching ceremony.

“Not that I'm jealous mind you...” She felt necessary to point out. “Anyways when is this plane supposed to take off? We've been waiting for hours! If we want to be able to get on time for the assignment, it better get in the air fast!” Kagura snapped angrily.

“This Sesshoumaru is fairly certain the plane will be able to take off whether you scream or not. And be realistic witch we have been waiting twenty minutes at the most.” He glanced at his wrist watch. “Must I say again that we will be on time since the festival only starts tomorrow morning?”

She knew that he was right. In order to be on time for the event they had to cover, the two journalists were going to spend the night preceding it in a hotel not far from the place where the festival was to take place.

“Why do you always call me a witch?” She frowned at him. Ever since the two of them had started working together, Kagura really had not been able to stand Sesshoumaru's holier than thou attitude towards her, nor the nickname he had given her.

“You started it by calling me a demon.” He retorted with a small shrug.

“You so deserved that name.” She muttered under her breath. 'He is one condescending self righteous jerk, and a real demon. I can still remember the first day he arrived at the office and tried to take over MY desk. To think that my first thought when seeing him was that he was so gorgeous that he might be the one to make me forget Kouga. Unfortunately his personality doesn't match his looks. It truly is a pity...'

Kagura's thoughts were suddenly interrupted when she felt the plane moving. Once again she cursed the fact that she was seating next to Sesshoumaru.

'Now he'll know my secret, and that bastard will never let me live it down.' Kagura thought just as she felt her heartbeat quicken, perspiration form on her brows, and her breathing becoming shallow.

“What are you doing?” Sesshoumaru asked surprised, turning his golden eyes from the dark night sky he could see through the window, to look at the woman next to him, and especially his right hand, which was now firmly clasped between Kagura's two clammy palms. Then as he noticed she was firmly closing her eyes he added “What is wrong with you… Are you afraid?” He said incredulously. He knew of the hatred she had for him; therefore having her touch him willingly surprised him beyond words.

“I'm not scared of anything!” She retorted hastily, unconsciously tightening her grip on the young man's hand.

“Oh and of course you are attempting to break all the bones in my hand for no apparent reason.” He retorted dryly. As much as he tried keeping on his insensitive facade, he did not like seeing Kagura out of her tough woman role, and wanted to make her feel better. It was simply not as much fun to banter with her if she was acting like a scared child.

“I really hate you right now Sesshoumaru Tashio.” She growled at him, even though she did not let go of the warm comfort he offered. 'How come is it that even if I hate him so much, I can't help but turn to him right now... then again it probably has nothing to do with Sesshoumaru, but rather it has to do with him being the only person close by…' She tried making sense of the fact that as much as she tried, she could not let go of his hand.

“No need for such words. You are a journalist, so I hope you do realize that many people have a phobia of flying, it is quite a normal reaction.” Sesshoumaru explained, trying to make her relax a little.

“I'm not afraid of flying... it's the taking off part that I hate. When I was ten years old my mom died in a plane accident because the pilot messed up the takeoff...” She explained. As soon as the words left her mouth she was mortified.

'I can't believe I confided that to Sesshoumaru Tashio, my enemy and competitor. I am doomed. I've never told that to anyone, not even Kouga.' She thought shocked that she had let out her deepest, most hurtful secret so easily. She was convinced her coworker would use this as ammo against her during one of their frequent and varied arguments and verbal sparring sessions.

She was too distracted by her own thought to notice that Sesshoumaru's golden eyes had softened considerably.

'I knew there had to be something heartbreaking in her past to cause such a beautiful woman to be so emotionally closed off. I guess we are more alike than I thought at first.' He sighed softly, thinking back to the death of his own mother in a car accident when he was fifteen years old.

“Kagura. Let’s have a time out.” He spoke trying to get her attention. “If it helps... you can hold on to me for now. I won't say anything, and nobody will ever know.” Sesshoumaru said, doing his best not to sound too soft or pitying. He was sure that if he did she would recoil from him, or bite his head off.

The young woman was grateful that unlike others he did not try to comfort her with empty words. On the other hand she was quite pleasantly surprised when he gently reached over to sandwich her shaking hands between his two warm palms.

“Just so you know, that doesn't make me hate you any less.” She added meekly. To her upset, the words did not have the same strength and conviction they had had when she had first uttered them two years ago when Sesshoumaru has joined the staff of Shikon Magazine. He had helped her out by providing a much needed source for an article she had been working on for weeks. Had it not been for him all her work would have been lost. The fact that she had had to rely on him had of course been a reason why she had hated the young man so quickly and with so much passion. The fact that her father had rubbed this fact into her face had of course contributed to her feelings as well.

“I have spent the last two years trying to understand what I may have done to provoke such hate in you.” He mused aloud, his golden gaze lowering to the armrest, where his hands were still tangled with Kagura's smaller limb.

“When I signed on for the job, I was told I'd be the editor in chief, but as soon as you were hired, I became co-editor in chief. In other words you stole my job!” She told him, upset she was still not able to sound as angry as usual. She of course blamed her reaction on being on a plane, and not on the fact that seeing a concerned and caring side of Sesshoumaru had greatly changed the way she saw him.

'Maybe he's not that much of a jerk after all...' Kagura mused to herself, a slight tinge on her cheeks as she realized how warm and soft Sesshoumaru's hands felt.

“I did no stealing. We are sharing the position.” He reminded her. 'All this time she has been such an annoyance to me because of this? She really is childish.' He sighed shaking his head softly. ‘Then again when I first started I could have been more understanding of her position... I wanted to show my worth and came on too strongly and did not behave like a team player. Maybe this little two days trip will be able to make us communicate better. Who knows we might even end up being able to tolerate one another.' Sesshoumaru thought, his lips slightly twitching in amusement and anticipation.

“It is because you were doing a good job that the magazine expanded, and that I was hired to work with you.” He complimented her.

“Yeah yeah I am aware of that.” She said as she worked hard to keep a satisfied smile off her lips. It was true that ever since she had taken on editorial duties six years ago, Shikon Magazine had seen its circulation numbers go up steadily. The growth had only kept going on after she and Sesshoumaru had been made co-editors in chief. “I know that in some way you also have contributed to the magazine's ongoing success.” She grudgingly acknowledged.

“This is the first compliment you ever paid me. Does this mean we have a truce now?” The silver haired journalist asked his coworker, masking his hopefulness.

“I guess. Well just during this trip at least. Wouldn't want people to think we actually are buddies or something; I do have a reputation to uphold after all...” Kagura chuckled. “Now even if it's a truce, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, so you don't have to talk anymore than you can handle. I can deal with your silence; I am used to it.” She explained with a small shrug. 'Not to mention that the more I talk to him and get to know him, the less I hate him.'

'She enjoys mocking me too much. I knew there was a witch inside her. An evil but very beautiful witch...' He thought a small smile on his lips. After giving Kagura a small nod, he turned his head towards the window once more, his gaze observing the dark sky thoughtfully.

Even though not another word was uttered during their forty five minutes flight, the silence was comfortable, not stifling. During the whole time, the two of them unconsciously kept their hands linked.


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“What do you mean?! You better find me a single bedroom in your god damned hotel!” Kagura growled sending a sharp glare to the young hotel clerk on the other side of the desk.

“I once more offer my apologies Miss Jiyuu, but the only bedroom we have is the one that was booked for your magazine. Unfortunately because of the festival, we are all full.” The young man working at the hotel's reception once more apologized, giving a small bow. The look in Kagura’s crimson gaze scared him enough to want to go attend to another patron.

“It will do. We will manage somehow.” Without another word, Sesshoumaru took the magnetic keys to their bedroom and dragging along Kagura, walked towards the elevators.

“What the fuck are you doing? Let me go!” She protested as she shrugged out of the hold he had on her. “I can walk by myself.” She added as she shouldered her overnight bag and stepped into the elevator's coming car.

“There is no need to take your anger out on this Sesshoumaru.” He told her, joining her into the elevator.

“Yeah just as much as there is no need to refer to yourself at the third person. If you ask me, that's quite creepy.” She teased him on his habit she hated the most.

“It seems this Sesshoumaru is in luck since I did not ask for your opinion.” He tried masking his annoyance at her comment.

“Yeah well anyway it's not as annoying as the fact that we have to share a bedroom for two nights. I suspect it's all part of that bastard of Naraku's master plan to ruin my life.”

“Is this any way to speak of your boss? He does own Shikon Magazine after all.” The young man told Kagura as the two of them exited the elevator's cabin.

“Pfft! He may be our boss, but he's also my father, and this gives me the right to call him a heartless bastard as much as I want. What else do you call someone who sends their own flesh and blood on a bogus assignment and forces their daughter to share a bedroom with someone she does not particularly enjoy spending time with.”

“Hum it was not Naraku's idea to cover the festival, but mine. I believe it fits in well with our feature on countryside traditions. Besides I was supposed to have Kouga accompany me, not you.” He once more reminded her as the two of them walked towards their bedroom.

“Way to make a girl feel wanted...” She trailed off pushing past Sesshoumaru as soon as he opened the door. “Oh well at least there are two beds. I claim the one closest to the window. You better not snore because I love my sleep, and I hate disturbances.”

The dark haired woman carelessly threw her bag on the bed she had claimed, and reached over to the window and opened it, letting some cool air flow in.

“You are being bossy again. So much for our truce...” He snorted as he gently placed his bag on the bed placed against the wall.

“Ugh this is going to be a long night...” Kagura muttered as she wasted no time walking towards the mini bar and reached for a small bottle of vodka. She quickly downed its content, and made a brief grimace as the burning sensation travelled from her mouth to her stomach. She then reached for the remaining four bottles and drank them quickly.

“It surely will be if you already start drinking. Let me warn you that I will not hold your hair while you empty your stomach over the toilet tomorrow morning, nor will I give you aspirin to fight off your hangover.” He spoke observing her from his bed.

“Pfft! I may look petite, but I can hold my liquor; besides there’s not enough alcohol in this tiny mini bar to get me drunk. Trust Naraku for putting us in a small hotel which doesn’t offer quality beverages to their customers.” Kagura snorted as she closed the minibar and lay on her bed.

“There is tea…” Sesshoumaru trailed off as he pointed towards a small side table where a hot water kettle was placed next to teabags and cups.

“Not strong enough. I could go for an Irish coffee right now though.” She answered thoughtfully.

“It is late. We have an assignment early tomorrow morning, so you better get some rest.” He instructed while he finished folding his clothes inside the closet.

“Huh you could suck the fun out of anything. Fine I got it.” Kagura sighed as she opened her bag and reached for her sleeping wear before heading towards the adjacent bathroom. “You better not peek.” She threw over her shoulder before slamming the door close behind her.

“She definitely is a witch.” Sesshoumaru muttered to himself as he turned on the TV to watch the late night newscast. He was sure the two nights he was to spend in her company were going to be torture.


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“I’m done. You can go ahead and change if you want.” Kagura told her coworker as she stepped out of the bathroom, tying up her hair, not in its usual stern and constrictive bun, but in a side ponytail.

“What in the hell are you wearing?” Sesshoumaru gasped in surprise as he looked up from the TV screen to the woman he was to share a room with. He almost cursed himself for declaring his surprise in such a way.

“One would think someone as smart as you would realize it’s a nightgown. I get very hot at night... besides I only brought something comfortable because I didn’t think anyone would get to see me as I inferred I’d be getting my own hotel room.” She offered as an explanation before walking towards the silver haired man. A cruel light in her eyes, she stopped in front of him and after bending slightly forward asked “Why am I making you feel uncomfortable Mr. Tashio?”


To be continued...


A/N: Next time we will see how Sesshoumaru and Kagura will deal with having to share a bedroom. *Hint hint* she will regret downing all this vodka. The chapter will be named Headlines.



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