InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Archangel ❯ A prelude to madness ( Chapter 1 )

DISCLAIMER; Ok, so I'm only going to say it once, so you don't have to waste your time reading it every time and I don't get carpo tunnel from writing it repeatedly! I do not own Inuyasha. Ok, now that that's done…

 

 

 

AN: Yeah! Finally reposting this…



Summary; Sesshoumaru is the CIA's top anti-terrorism agent. When the terrorist known only as Naraku threatens New York with a virus capable of wiping out millions of lives, Sesshoumaru is put on the case to destroy the virus before it can be released, but when Kagome dragged into the whole mess will he be able to save her or will he lose the only woman he's ever loved.




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The Archangel


By: Undecidedlycertain


Chapter One

 

Prelude to Madness




New York City; Upper East Side Manhattan

Friday June 17th , 7:35 pm Eastern Pacific Time




Sesshoumaru Takishima trudged through the lobby of his apartment building in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, a black leather Samsonite suitcase clutched in one hand and his black suit jacket thrown carelessly over the other.

 

The swank marbled and gilded lobby was as posh and decadent as they come and it shone as brightly as the day it was built, yet he felt unimpressed by its flashy opulence, moving with single-minded determination toward the elevator.



Perhaps he had been around such elegance for far too long, or perhaps he was just jaded, but the prestige and glamour of New York no longer impressed him. He was just glad to be home.



After three straight weeks of `business meetings' in Moscow, all he wanted to do was sit on his own couch, eat at his own table, and sleep in his own bed.



Stepping through the flawlessly polished elevator doors, he pressed the button for his floor, the 18th, and settled himself against the back wall allowing his eyes to close. Soft music floated around him, an orchestrated version of some eighty's love song. Not something he would necessarily choose to listen to, but not entirely horrendous.



With a soft ping the doors slid open to reveal a plushly carpeted hall. Simple, but elegant décor accented the cream colored walls, the shining brass of the door numbers glowed warmly in the light given off by the fluted wall sconces mounted between each pair of doors.

 

Sesshoumaru's apartment was at the end of the hall. It wasn't a pent house, nor was it huge, but it suited his needs, and had a wonderful view of central park from the balcony, a view that he paid dearly for if he might add.


As soon as he opened the door he was assaulted with the tantalizing aroma of simmering alfredo sauce and roasted garlic. He dropped his bags by the door, pulling his tie off as he headed toward the kitchen.


A soft feminine voice was humming a familiar tune while stirring a large pot of sauce simmering on the stove. Her long black hair hung in soft waves down her back stopping in a gentle V at the waist band of her short navy skirt.



The sight of her long creamy legs was more appetizing than the promise of a home cooked meal, the gentle curves sloping down to her delicate ankles and bare feet as she stood on her toes reaching for the salt on the shelf above her head. Three weeks away was entirely too long.



She pulled open the oven, bending over to pull out the pan of bread with a potholder, the soft curve of her rear making his mouth go dry. God, how could one woman be so enticing, even after all this time. He desired her more now than he had the first time he met her.



She placed the bread on the stove top and turned around to head into the dining room when she saw him standing in the door way.



“Ee-ah!” She yipped, startled by his silent appearance in the doorway. She was quick to regain herself though, a slow smile spreading across her face a split second before she launched herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her tightly in return, burying his face in her soft hair, deeply taking in her scent. She always smelled so good, like wild flowers.



“I missed you Sesshou.” She whispered into his chest, and he smiled, placing a soft kiss against the side of her neck, reveling in the way her breath hitched at the small action.



“Hmmm.” He said placing more kisses up the slender column of her neck creating a moist trail to the sensitive point just below her ear. Her breath quickly became shallow, hands diving feverishly into the soft hair at the nape of his neck.



“Did you miss me?” She asked breathlessly, her voice breaking as he raked his teeth gently across her earlobe. She had probably intended to sound teasing, but it came out sounding serious and heavy with want. He suddenly found himself unbarably hard.



“You know I did Kagome.” He whispered huskily in her ear.



Kagome sighed happily and gently pushed away from him with a contented smile. “I'm making fettuccini.” She said with an almost child like giddiness.

 

“I noticed as soon as I opened the door.” His eyes were heavily lidded, burning intensely with the need she (fostered) in him so easily, and she was trying to distract him with food.

 

But it was really, really good food. He sighed, leaning his shoulder against the side of the refridgerator. It wasn't really fair of her, using his odd fetish for Italian food against him this way.

 

She turned to smile at him over her shoulder while prodding a pot of soaking noodles with a spoon, and he couldn't help but smile back as a warm feeling of contentment stole over him, easing the tension in his shoulders.

 

She was good to him, almost too good sometimes. That's why he felt so bad when he had to lie to her.

 

“There's also a surprise in the fridge for later.” She said with forced casualness.

 

“Oh?”

 

 

She grinned excitedly. “Chocolate torte. You're favorite.” Her took on a sultry curve, her lips shimmering temptingly with the cherry scented lip balm she liked so much. “You weren't here so I had to lick the spoon myself.”

He reached out and pulled her roughly against him. Her breath caught, shuttered whispers of moist warmth teasing his neck, tempting his control.

 

“You are my favorite.” He growled in her ear, reaching up with his free hand to gently tilt her face. With out hesitation he brought his face down to hers and sealed her mouth with his own.


Kagome rewarded him with a throaty moan, and he took the opportunity to delve into her, gently caressing the softness of her tongue with his own. He felt his senses come alive with the familiar taste of her mouth, her own natural flavor tinted slightly with the fruity wine she had been sipping on while cooking.

 

The kiss was slow and full of passion, a kiss of home coming and reconnection.


Divine was the only coherent word running through his mind.



They pulled apart reluctantly when the pot on the stove began to bubble angrily. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, pulling her in for a bone crushing hug before finally letting her go. She giggled into the front of his white dress shirt, grabbing his hand and leading him to the dining room.



“Lets eat baby.” She said pushing him down in his chair.


He pulled her down in his lap with a rakish grin. “My sentiments exactly.”



“I meant the food.” Kagome playfully poked him in the chest, her eyes widening with worry when he winced. “What`s wrong?”



He smiled at her sincerity. “It's nothing. I slipped on some stairs and bruised a couple of ribs.” Her soft mouth turned down into a gentle frown as she tenderly rubbed her hands over his chest.


“You should be more careful.” She scolded gently.

 

 

If she only knew.


She managed to elude his hands with a placating peck to the tip of his nose, busying herself with filling their plates with the meal she had prepared, and filling their glasses with the bottle of merlot.


He watched he every movement with a detached sort of awe. Her movements were amazingly graceful considering the woman was one of the clumsiest people he had ever run across in his life. He met her nearly a year earlier through his brother, who worked with her at the Bentley Hotel on 62nd street, she as a concierge and he as the head of security.



Sesshoumaru had gone in to find his brother with news of their father's death only to be captivated with her sympathetic blue eyes and calming scent. He had not spent a day since with out thinking of her.



She finally agreed to move in with him three months ago. Unfortunately he had been so busy with work he had only been home one of those months collectively. She was an understanding woman though, patient and caring, and was always there to welcome him when he got home.

 

 

It meant more to him than he cared to admit.



She deserved better, she deserved the truth, but he couldn't stand the thought of letting her go. So he gave her as much as he could for now.



One day, he told himself, one day he was going to get her out of this city, build her a house with a huge back yard and a white picket fence and they would fill it with children. He would even get her the dog she had been longing for. They would live happily ever after.


One day.


He watched her sit across from him at the table, smiling as she picked up her fork, idly swirling her food around, but not actually eating. She had a soft flush to her face, and even though she had probably spent the better part of the evening preparing his favorite dish, neither one of them were interested in eating right now.



“Kagome.” his deep voice was husky with want, belaying his unspoken request. It was all she needed. With out another word both of them were up and moving.



Sesshoumaru scooped her up into his arms carrying her into the bedroom, mouths clashing in short, frantic kisses along the way. This was not going to be quite the romantic seduction he'd had in mind for tonight, they were both too far gone to have the patience.

 

 

He realized with some humor, tossing her onto the bed like a suitcase, that he was acting like a hormone driven teenager. He also realized that at the moment, he didn't care, especially Kagome giggled and reached for him as he kicked off his shoes and climbed on top of her.



This woman was amazing, so trusting, so willing. With just the slightest touch of his hands she would melt for him, she was his unquenchable thirst.



He began placing hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone and shoulders as he gently worked her out of her skirt, her soft whimpers setting his blood on fire as his arousal throbbed in anticipation.


Her hands were not idle. She made quick work of his shirt, her slender fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, careful not to put too much pressure on his bruised ribs. When she gently nipped his chin and bared her throat for him in a sign of submission, he nearly went mad.



He groaned a primitive form of her name as the urge to claim her fully made him see red. He had to clamp down on his instincts with iron-fisted control, he knew that was something he could not offer her yet. It was too risky.



Still, she never submitted so easily for him. He wondered vaguely what had gotten into her tonight. Perhaps she missed him as much as he missed her.


He began tugging at the buttons of her blouse as her hands worked almost frantically at his belt. He stilled her hands with a soft growl. Big blue eyes blinked up at him with an innocent embarrassment at her eagerness, but he nuzzled her cheek affectionately before whispering in her ear. “ Don't rush this. We have all night.”

 

He felt her nod, her soft hair brushing against his ear, and he turned to catch her mouth with his in a fervent kiss, pulling forth more of those delightful noises she made at the back of her throat.



Finally rid of her of her shirt, Kagome shivered. Sesshoumaru took in the warm flush to her pale skin, making an appreciative noise that had her head lolling and her back arching for him. Not one to disappoint, he began his descent to the soft, creamy swell of her breasts, barely covered by the sexy lace and ribbon of her bra. It was very unlike the more practical ones she normally wore, and he couldn't resist running his finger along the edge of the delicate material. He looked up into her face with an eyebrow raised in amusement.



“For me?” he asked, inwardly laughing at her when she scrunched up her nose.


“Of course for you. Who else would it be for?”



“It better be no one.” He said baring his fangs slightly. “I don't like to share.”



Kagome smiled. “I know you don't.” She pushed her hips up off the bed grinding against him. His forehead dropped to her shoulder as his body quivered with the sensations running through him, near violent urges to conquer and covet fiercely.



“What did I say about rushing?” He said, nipping at her neck.



“Three weeks is a long time Sesshou.” She whispered apologetically and felt him smile against her neck. “I need you.”



“My little nymphomaniac.” he chuckled against her skin, making a long swipe with his tongue down toward the valley between her breasts.



“Hey.” she huffed half heartedly. “You made me this way. I was a virgin before I met you, remember?”



“How could I forget.”


“You are impossible.” She quipped, softly running her fingernails over the flexing muscles of his back. “But I think that's why I love you.”



“You think so?” He mumbled from where his face was nuzzling her chest.



She opened her mouth to respond when she was silenced by his capture of one of her sensitive nipples, teeth nipping gently through the lacy material covering her. She moaned in appreciation, arching up into him more fully.



Beep-Beep-Beep



Sesshoumaru continued to ravish her with his mouth, fully convincing himself that he did not just hear that.



Beep-Beep-Beep



He paused in his ministrations, causing Kagome to whimper in protest. “What's wrong Sesshou?”



Beep-Beep-Beep



“ ;Damn it.” He growled, pushing himself off her to grab his phone out of his bag in the other room.



“Can't you ignore it?” She pleaded softly.



Sesshoumaru gazed down at the woman who had captured him so fully. She was breathtaking: clad in only her lacy undergarments, her dark hair fanning out around he like a black sunburst against the white down comforter. What he wouldn't give right now to just be able to throw that phone off the balcony.



Beep-Beep-Beep



“You know I can't.” He said penitently, sweeping her body one last time with his eyes before heading toward the incessant beeping. “Don't move.” He ordered with a sexy flash of teeth before disappearing out the door.



Beep-Beep-Be…



“Yes. ” He snarled pulling the phone to his ear.



“Whoa, easy there big guy.” A young male voice sounded in his ear. “I didn't interrupt anything important did I?”



“I have been away for three weeks Shippo, what do you think?” he snapped irately. He was in no mood for the boy's banter.



“Wow, then you're really not going to be happy with me.”



Sesshoumaru put a hand over his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose in anticipation of the tension that was sure to come. “What do you want?”



“We need you up here…now.” Shippo said urgently.



“Did you not hear me when I said that I have just returned from a three week stay in Moscow?”


“I know I know, I'm sorry. You know we wouldn't call you unless it was an emergency.”



“What is it?”



“It's a code red. I can't say anything else until you get here though.”



Sesshoumaru sighed and slumped against the front door of the apartment. “I'll be there in fifteen minutes.”



“Ok, and tell Kagome I said hi and sorry to drag you away like this. You should be able to go home tonight if it's any consolation.”



“Not really.” Sesshoumaru said gruffly before snapping the phone shut and clipping it to his belt. He took a deep breath trying to calm his raging blood. A code red couldn't be ignored no matter how badly he wanted to call the little fool back and tell him where they could shove it.



When he reentered the bedroom Kagome was sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest, her chin resting on top.



“You're leaving again aren't you?” She whispered dejectedly.



He nodded and silently picked up his shirt. He couldn`t stand the hurt look in her eyes. “Shippo sends his regards.”


Kagome nodded, but said nothing. Shippo was one of the few people he worked with that she had met. She watched with baleful eyes as he put his shoes on and finished buttoning his shirt.


He placed a lingering kiss on her lips. “I'll be home tonight.” He said, resting his forehead against hers in a reassuring manner.


“Ok.” She managed a small smile. “I just miss you.”



He placed one last kiss on her lips, then headed out the door. This had better be important or someone was going to pay dearly for pulling him away from her tonight.



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New York City; Financial District


Friday, June 17th , 8:57 pm Eastern Pacific Time



From the outside the building didn't seem to have much to offer. Tadiama Investors was a small four story building of plain stature. Sesshoumaru walked up the cement stairs at the front of the building, swiping his security card to get through the door.


Inside was just as plain as the outside. A simple reception desk sat across from the front door, a few blasé leather couches sat in the lobby and a plain brushed steel elevator, which led both up stairs and down. The unadorned wood paneling on the walls was dark and out of style.



Behind the reception desk a bulky night guard sat watching the security monitors stationed out of sight behind the high counter. He nodded smartly at Sesshoumaru as he entered and murmured a tidy “Evening Mr. Takishima.”



Sesshoumaru didn't bother to answer. He wanted this over as quickly as possible so he could return to Kagome. If she felt half as frustrated as he did she might have pulled her hair out by the time he got home. Or even worse, decided to finish with out him.



Striding over to the elevator with quick movements he pushed the button, stepping inside once the doors opened. When they closed behind him he moved quickly to the hidden panel at the back of the elevator. A six by six inch square in the dark paneling flipped open revealing a highly sensitive DNA scanner.



Sesshoumaru placed his hand to the scanner in a practiced motion, not even flinching at the sting as the cursory low-grade current ran through him. The back wall of the elevator slid open soundlessly, leading to another elevator.

 

The door slid shut behind him and the box began a quick decent. The bottom floor was nearly 100 feet below ground level, but he only needed to go down to sub-level three for now. The door opened soundlessly, its stop so smooth it was nearly undetectable, and Sesshoumaru found himself standing in the lobby for the CIA's largest anti-terrorism division in the world.

It was much less impressive as you might think, but he'd been doing this for a long time, now.

He quickly made his way through security, passing both DNA and retina scans. Once in, the operative scanned the room with highly irritated gold eyes that narrowed sharply when they landed on the young redheaded intelligence agent waiting for him.



“This had better be good Shippo.” He warned dangerously, making the younger man swallow convulsively.



Shippo nodded and motioned for Sesshoumaru to follow him into a debriefing room to the right. Once inside, he found several of his fellow agents, all looking troubled, their features drawn taught in trepidation.



Shippo took a set next to Miroku Houshi, who's usually carefree face was twisted into an angry grimace, and, surprisingly enough, he was keeping his hands to himself despite the fact that Agent Tayjia was sitting right next to him. Agent Koga Wolfe was sitting across from him with his face in his hands and Agent Ayami Palmer was staring so hard at the table in front of her that he would not have been surprised if it suddenly burst into flames.



“What's going on?” He demanded as Senior Agent Kaede Knight strode into the room from the opposite door.



“It's Naraku.” She said gravely. “He's threatening the city if we do not hand over the Shikon no Tama.”


“And just what is he threatening the city with.”



“A virus capable of taking out half the city with in two days of its release. He's calling it The Archangel.”