InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Winds of Fate ❯ The Test ( Chapter 2 )

The Winds of Fate

By: Kagura-hime

 

Summery: Kagome Higurashi is a chambermaid at the most prestigious hotel/casino in all of Japan. Sesshoumaru Takara is a wealthy businessman owning one of the largest technology companies in the world. What happens when fate unexpectedly throws them into each other's arms, and they are forced to depend upon one another if they wish to survive? S/K

 

Disclaimer: I own this plotline. All the characters, except random ones I may make up later on, belong to a rich bitch in Japan, so don't sue me. My bank account isn't a pretty sight to begin with, and you don't need to make it completely barren.

 

Woot! I finally got inspired to finish this chapter! It's damn skippy, I know.
Just to let you know, I'll probably be changing my penname to Cognoscente (my name on pretty much EVERY site) soon, since I don't like Kagura-hime anymore. Just thought I'd impart that knowledge to ya ;)

 

Recommended fics: I haven't read fanfiction in so long…I'll get back to you on that one.

 

The Winds of Fate

Chapter 2: The Test

 

“Ok, well here it goes,” Kagome muttered to herself and squared her shoulders. She walked out of the elevator into the penthouse. She took a quick sweep of the rooms, sat down on the couch, and put chin in her hands.

 

“This place is spotless. What does he expect me to do in here if it's already clean? Maybe that other chick Naraku said they had was already in here. That has to be it. No straight man is this clean, especially in a hotel room where there are people paid to pick up after them.”

 

`He's… extremely available. Though that might be more because he's a youkai, and less that's he's gay or something. There have been rumors recently that he is because he hasn't hitched up yet. I'm not sure if that's true or not, or if the media is just trying to rile him up or what…'

 

Sango's words from last night popped up in her head. “Maybe she's right. I mean, the only things I have to do are make the bed and check the mini-bar to make sure it's full. I should probably dust too just to give myself something to do since I'm scheduled and being paid for an extra hour per room.”

 

So Kagome took as long as possible to make the bed, making sure to get out every crease. She managed to drag it out to 15 minutes. She checked the bar-everything was still there. So, bored, she cleaned the TV screen, dusted all the furniture, fluffed all the pillows, sanitized all the eating tables, polished all the wood furniture, and even vacuumed all the carpet and mopped the kitchen floor. The dishes from last nights dinner and this mornings breakfast were resting in the sink, soapy water still in them. She quickly washed and dried them before putting them into the cabinet. She was down to her last five minutes for this room, so she decided to put away a toaster that was on the counter into the appliance garage before leaving. She picked it up and noticed a note and envelope stuck to the bottom of it. She remembered his little spiel about trusting her to not steal company secrets, and wondered if this was something he was trying to hide. She quickly decided that he would find a better place than under a toaster and pulled it off. If it was something confidential, she would write him a note and tell him what happened so he knew it wasn't on purpose and that she didn't steal anything. Because why would she tell him if she stole something?

 

She was surprised when the envelope had her name on it. She quickly tore it open, and saw two things-one, a handwritten note, and two, $500 cash. She pulled the cash out and stared at it. “Jesus…this guy has no qualms about giving away money does he?”

 

She stuffed the money back in the envelope and opened up the note. It had his letterhead in the top right-hand corner, and the handwriting was absolutely beautiful. There was no doubt in Kagome's mind that Sesshoumaru had written this-only a man with as much grace as Sesshoumaru could write with this elegantly. Kagome's suspicions that he was gay were raised further. She didn't even think of the possibility that he had natural grace because he was a demon, and that he had a steady hand and centuries of practice to get a style he liked.

 

But moving on, Kagome quickly scanned the note and laughed in a stunned way. “I don't believe this guy one bit…”

 

`Kagome-

If you were thorough enough in your cleaning to discover this, then you deserve the pocket change I'm including. For the duration of my stay, I will do this sort of thing because I appreciate when people help me out, even in small ways. I know you already get paid and that you are not doing this out of the generosity of your heart, but from your reaction last night, it seems as though you may need some extra money. I thoroughly enjoyed both your verbal and nonverbal remarks and hope that you continue to have a personality when you are around me.

 

-Sesshoumaru Takara

 

PS- If I find the money still in the open envelope, I will consider it an insult, and I will find a way to get it to you.'

 

“What is this guy, psycho? Why's he always trying to push money on me? He's probably trying to get me to sleep with him! No wait…dog demons mate for life. And he's possibly gay. So what could it be? Does he intend to blackmail me? But why me? What could I give him? Gah! This is just giving me more questions instead of less. I need to talk to Sango. This man is going to drive me to drink!” Kagome slapped a hand to her forehead. Then she got an idea. She grabbed a pen she kept in her apron and jotted down a note on the back of his, crossed out her name on the envelope, wrote his instead, and put it in the same place he had it.

 

“There,” she smiled, clapping her hands. “Now onto the idiots room. This is not going to be pretty. He's probably going to be a total slob…I should have skipped out of here early and got my butt over there. I probably could have used the extra time!”

 

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“Oh…my…god,” Kagome's jaw dropped when she walked into Penthouse B. “It's…it's relatively clean. There is something seriously wrong with this picture. I expected a mess, though I'm not complaining or anything, knock on wood,” she added, knocking on the doorframe.

 

All she had to do here was pick up some candy wrappers, vacuum up some crumbs, make the bed, wash and dry a few dishes, and she mopped the floor for good measure. She still had a good half-hour, so she did what she did in Sesshoumaru's room-dusted and polished furniture, wiped down the TV screen, fluffed a few pillows, and completely sanitized all the kitchen counters.

 

As she was waiting for the elevator, she noticed a fifty dollar bill sitting on one of the entranceway corner tables with a strip of white paper wrapped around it saying “Kagome's tip.” She picked it up and read the back.

 

`This is the normal tip someone of your status should be getting, not the thousands of dollars my blockhead brother gave you. Don't get too used to those kind of tips because you'll be sadly disappointed after he leaves and you go back to getting ten or twenty bucks if that.'

 

“Why that little…gods he is such a bastard! I didn't even keep the thousand bucks, though he wouldn't know that. Well, I'm going to be cutting my own nose off to spite my face, but this might get his attention.” She took out her wallet and removed two twenties and took the fifty, scribbling a note on the paper. This one was a bit more formal than the one she wrote to Sesshoumaru, but the undertones were still obvious.

 

`Inuyasha-sama-

Since you seem to believe that I am money crazy and would like nothing more than to stick my hand in your bank account, I hope that this will show you how wrong you are. I'm only taking the ten-dollar tip I `should be getting for someone of my status.' Keep your money next time: I don't want it.

 

Sincerely-

Kagome Higurashi'

 

“Wow, I'm writing a lot of notes to these boys aren't I? Jeez, it never ends with these two. One's trying to buy me out, the other insult me to death. Oh Kami, what's next?”

 

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“This is more of what I had expected from Inuyasha…”

 

Miroku's room had all kinds of clothes on the floor; silk shirts, ties, suit jackets and pants, shoes, socks…underwear. Everything under the sun was there. She checked the bedroom, and sure enough the bed wasn't stripped down. “They must have just dropped him on the bed last night and he woke up late or something. Well, I have no idea what's dirty and what's clean, so I'll just fold everything up nicely and leave a note asking him what he normally does with his laundry because sometimes the rich people have it sent out and sometimes they want to use the hotels laundry. He didn't specify with the desk clerk, so I'll have to ask one way or another.” Kagome sighed, “Ohh…men.”

 

She folded everything neatly and left it on the coffee table with a note explaining what she just said aloud to herself and also including a little something about not wanting to send something to the laundry because she didn't know if he would need it. Then she picked up/cleaned up a bit, finding a twenty dollar bill on the kitchen counter with the words `The lovely Kagome's tip' written along the top of the bill in a hasty scrawl. She laughed and pocketed it, hoping that he was just joking around and wasn't serious about it. She then straightened out the bed, and did basically the same thing she had done in the other two rooms. She left after about 50 minutes to go downstairs and meet up with Sango before she had to do her usual routine.

 

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“Oh Miro~ku…”

 

Miroku quirked an eyebrow at the girl lying seductively on his couch, dressed in a French maids outfit. A naughty French maids outfit.

 

“Well isn't this a surprise Kagome? I had never pegged you as the kinky type,” he smiled while walking slowly towards her, taking off his tie before unbuttoning his shirt.

 

“Hey now Miroku. Stop that,” she said, getting up and lightly knocking his hands away from his shirt.

 

“Now why should I?”

 

“Because I want to do it myself,” she said, smiling as seductively as she could, and proceeded to unbutton his shirt with her teeth.

 

When she got to his pants she undid his belt and was unzipping his pants with one hand and running her other across his chiseled chest, him looking straight down and at the substantial amount of cleavage she was stacking-

 

DING

 

The elevator bell rang and knocked Miroku from his little fantasy. He sighed and walked into his empty hotel room, disappointed but not surprised to find the couch devoid of a sexy Kagome dressed up and ready to `play.'

 

“Now if only one of my dreams would come true after a long day of boring meetings, I would be a happy man. Scratch that. A very happy man.”

 

He looked over on the coffee table after plopping down on the couch and saw his clothes all stacked up and read the note lying on top of them. He smiled and grabbed a pen from his pocket and wrote a response basically saying that he was having his laundry sent out with Sesshoumaru's and Inuyasha's and not to worry about it. That it would be ok if she just put them in a laundry bag he would take care of the rest. He also apologized for the mess and told her that from now on, the things on the floor would only be dirty, and if they weren't and he needed them, then it would be his own fault.

 

“Hmm…I wonder what she'll say when she reads this…” He thought aloud before turning on the freshly cleaned TV and watched a baseball game.

 

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“I swear, if I ever have to go to another meeting as long and boring as that I'm going to quit,” Inuyasha murmured to himself as he dropped his tie and jacket on the couch.

 

He looked around and saw how clean everything was, and was surprised to say the least. “Even after all the shit I gave her, she still did a good job cleaning this place up. She's either more forgiving than I thought, or she just did it because it's her job and she didn't want me to be an ass and get her fired. I'll have to ask Miroku how good she cleaned his room and see if it's just mine or if this is her usual work.”

 

He was about to grab a snack from the fridge along with a nice cold beer when he remembered something. “I wonder if she saw the tip…”

 

He walked to the entryway, saw money there, and went to pocket it when he felt two bills instead of one. “What the hell…”

 

He read the note she had written and laughed. “She's got balls this one. I think she deserves a bit more respect after this. Or maybe not. I want to see what else she does.”

 

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Sesshoumaru placed his briefcase on his bed, taking off the fake glasses he wore in public to throw people off and putting them neatly away. He noticed that everything looked spotless, just the way he liked it. He decided to check under the toaster to see how she did on his test.

 

He got there, and noticed the toaster exactly where he left it. “Hn…she failed. How disappointing. Wait…” he took a whiff and smelled unsealed envelope glue and ink that was too fresh to be his. He lifted the toaster and found the open envelope still filled with money. He pulled out the note and saw that she had written a response on the back, making him smile as he progressed through it.

 

`Takara-sama-

I am sorry if this insults you, but I cannot continue to accept such large sums of money from you. I know that you're very wealthy and this is only a little bit of cash to you, but it's a very large sum for me, and I can't help but feel indebted to you for the money that you've already given me, let alone another five hundred dollars. So thank you for the very generous offer, but I'm going to have to decline anything larger than a twenty, if you insist that I must have a tip. Have a pleasant evening, or day if you receive this early, and I will be back at the same time tomorrow to do my job.

 

-Kagome Higurashi'

 

“Hmm…she's done her homework about me. And passed the test,” Sesshoumaru smirked and pocketed the money, and idea forming in his mind.

 

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Sango was gazing comfortably out of Kagome's favorite window at the sunset the latter girl has watched for years. She was leaning her head back against the wall and smiling softly.

 

“It's beautiful Kagome. Now I know why you like to be home for sunset.”

 

“Yeah, it's a really awesome thing to see. It brings me some comfort.”

 

Sango paused for a moment. “What happened to you that you're depressed a lot?”

 

Kagome looked over at Sango startled that she had noticed it after all her careful concealing tactics. “Well…it all started three and a half years ago. I used to have a brother. He would be about Kohaku's age now. His fourteenth birthday would be in three weeks. He…he was killed along with my parents and grandfather when someone broke into the house and murdered them when they woke up and caught him. I was staying over a friend's house that night for her birthday. I wasn't there to save them. It's my fault they died…” Kagome started crying and Sango quickly wrapped her in an embrace.

 

She rocked the sobbing Kagome, played with her hair, and whispered words of comfort into her ear until she calmed down.

 

Kagome looked up into Sango's deep brown eyes and saw them close, though she never expected to feel two rose petal lips gently pressing against hers. She was so shocked she didn't even pull away or lean into it. She just froze, and waited for Sango to pull away.

 

“Did it really shock you that much, or repulse you that much?” Sango asked sheepishly, not looking at Kagome.

 

“It was the first one. Sango, you're a lesbian?”

 

“No,” she looked up quickly. “I don't know. I wasn't, I never even thought about it until I met you. I thought I was completely straight. There's just something about you I like; that I'm attracted to. You're the only chick; otherwise I would have thought I was bi. I still like guys-I prefer them actually. I don't know. It's just one of those things. I guess as childish as it sounds, I have a crush on you.”

 

“Wow…I never would have guessed. But actually, I'm flattered. Thank you. I'm not bi or a lesbian though, and I'm sorry but I don't like you in that way. Though you would make a great girlfriend!”

 

They both giggled and Sango sighed. “I knew you wouldn't accept, but I had to try. Know for sure and all that jazz.”

 

Kagome smiled and rested her hand on top of Sangos. “Still friends right?”

 

“Definitely. Though are you sure you don't want to give it a try. Just to make sure?” Sango grinned jokingly.

 

Kagome covered her mouth with her hand and giggled girlishly. “Well, yanno, life in the romance department hasn't been too good lately. Actually, it's been pretty damn barren. Maybe I do need a change of pace. Alright, I'll give it a whirl. But I don't know how this is gonna turn out. Most likely a reminder of how straight I am. I don't want to hurt you, so maybe this isn't such a good idea…”

 

“The hell it isn't. I know it probably won't float your boat, and that I'll get dumped in the end, but I'm willing to try it,” Sango said, smiling giddily.

 

“I haven't had a boyfriend or even a date in months. I didn't think anybody would be interested in someone like me.” Kagome sadly look out the window, remembering the other half of her story that Sango still didn't know.

 

Sango's face broke out into a wide smile. “What about Sesshoumaru?”

 

Kagome looked up startled. “What!? What about him?”

 

“Maybe he's interested in you. Now don't give me that look and listen. He did give you all that money last night. Most rich assholes are so cheap they leave a twenty every few days. This guy gave you $1200, I counted it after you left, for bringing food to his room once. And he chased after you to give it to you. I mean, there has to be something going on there right?”

 

Kagome looked at Sango's expectant face and laughed. Sango crinkled her eyebrows together in confusion. “What is it? What'd I say?”

 

“Well, it's only that he left a $500 tip today for me.”

 

Sango's face had never looked more comical than it did in this instant. Her eyes were so big Kagome thought they would pop out of their sockets, and her jaw was so wide it could have housed a small bird. Once she had recovered she inquired, “Well, where is it? Didn't you take it?”

 

“No. This time, he wasn't there so I didn't have to take it. It just feels so weird accepting it-like he's going to want compensation for it. I dunno, it's just this paranoid feeling that I have. I just don't want anything to do with it.”

 

Sango nodded. “I understand completely. I would probably do the same thing in your situation,” Sango paused for a moment. “Do you…do you want the money back you gave me?”

 

Kagome smiled at her. “Not at all. It's your money now. You need it more than him anyway. But even if I did want to give it back, I doubt he'd accept it.”

 

“Point. And thanks again Kagome. I'm using about two or three hundred to buy Kohaku good new clothes, not Good Will stuff. I know he's into comics and books, so I'll get him a few of them because I didn't always have the extra to buy him too many before. And the rest is going in his savings account for college. There's not much in there yet, but I still have a few years to save up and this will help boost it up there a bit.”

 

“I'm really glad that it's helping him so much, but you need to help yourself a little too! Get a few new outfits, get your hair done, something! You deserve a little boost too,” Kagome's head suddenly filled with ideas.

 

“I don't know Kagome…”

 

“Well, now you do. Tomorrow's Friday, which means our day off follows. How about we just spend the whole day at the mall. We don't have to spend a lot of money, but it'll be a sort of date for us.” Kagome knew the last part would make up Sango's mind. She didn't like using this excuse to suck her in, but Sango really needed to get out more and think of herself for once!

 

Sango smiled shyly. “Really? You would want to go out in public with me as a girlfriend?”

 

“Of course! Why wouldn't I? I'm not ashamed. Screw old fashioned people and their ideas on homosexuality!”

 

Sango burst out laughing. “That would be really touching if you were in fact homosexual.”

 

“Oh quiet you. I've always been for the gay movement-it's your choice if you want to be with a man or a woman. Well, maybe it's your body's choice, but you still shouldn't be ridiculed for being happy just because it's with someone of the same sex.”

 

“Ok, how about this be the deciding date. If you don't feel comfortable as my girlfriend, and feel more comfortable just being very close friends, then you be sure to say so. No hard feelings on my part.”

 

“Are you sure?” Kagome chewed her lip. “I don't want to lose you as a friend over this.”

 

“You won't. Cross my heart.”

 

“Ok then. It's a deal.”

 

Sango let out a giddy laugh and tackled Kagome, intent on tickling the girl to death. Kagome let a high pitched squeal pass her lips as she tried to defend herself and crawl away, which proved impossible since Sango had her arms wrapped around Kagomes waist now.

 

Kagome stopped struggling after Sango stopped torturing her and just held her. It felt good to be in the embrace of someone who cared, even though she was a chick. Kagome was just starting to lean back into her and relax when a knock sounded at the door.

 

“Dammit, probably one of my neighbors coming over to complain about the noise. See what you caused already?” Kagome wagged a finger over her shoulder at Sango. Said girl merely shrugged her shoulders with an innocent grin.

 

As the knock sounded again, Sango reluctantly let go and sat on the couch, flipping the TV on as Kagome walked over to the door, prepping herself for old Mrs. Watanabi who lived next door.

 

As she swung the door open, the person she least expected to see was standing there. Kagome, first off being only in an oversized T-shirt, and secondly having absolutely no idea what to do slammed the door right in her visitors face and ran over to the couch where Sango looked at her quizzically. “What is it? A Jehovah Witness?”

 

“No,” Kagome whispered furiously as the knock came again, “It's Sesshoumaru Takara!”

 

“What?! Oh my god! What the hell did you slam the door for then?”

 

“Are you kidding me? I'm not even dressed!”

 

“Fine, I'll answer the damn door.”

 

And even though Kagome clung to Sango's shirtsleeve trying to stop her, Sango wasn't deterred in the least and marched right over to the door, flinging it open. And there, seeming so out of place in the middle-class hallway was Sesshoumaru Takara in dress black pants and a navy blue button-down silk shirt. His hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail and his fake glasses adorned his face. In short, he looked absolutely gorgeous.

 

Sango quickly dropped the drooling expression and settled for one of pleasant neutrality, ignoring the tingling feeling at the base of her neck. “Well hello. My name is Sango and I'm a very good friend of Kagomes. I assume you were looking for her?”

 

He nodded in response. “Yes I was. Am. We have business we must discuss.” He paused for a moment before seeming to remember something. “How rude of me, I never gave you my name. I am Sesshoumaru Takara,” he held out his hand that Sango easily took.

 

`Nice recovery Sango,' was Kagome's thought as she hid her half nude form behind Sango's fully clothed one. She poked her head out a little bit to inject, “Um…hi Takara-sama. What brings you to this neck of the woods?”

 

He bent to look around Sango to Kagome, which only made her hide even more. He chuckled. “Now why are you hiding from me?”

 

Kagome's cheeks turned beet red as she muttered unintelligibly. Sesshoumaru grinned a bit and said, “I may speak many tongues, but gibberish is not one of them.”

 

That further inflamed Kagome's cheeks, which before then had seemed utterly impossible. “I said that I am half-naked and only have this shirt on.”

 

“Nothing I haven't seen before, so there is no problem on my end.”

 

During all this Sango had just looked back and forth between the two, enjoying seeing her girlfriend embarrassed by something so simple. `She really was telling the truth when she said she was prudish.'

 

His last comment seemed to knock Kagome out of her bumbling schoolgirl routine. “Well guess what, there's a problem on my end. There is no way in hell you're coming in until I get some clothes on and that's final. If you don't agree with that, then you can leave right now!”

 

`You go girl,' Sango thought with renewed admiration for the now furious girl.

 

Sesshoumaru quirked an eyebrow. “There is no need to get angry, I was merely stating that I would be comfortable with it if you were. It's obviously not, so I will wait for you to get dressed.”

 

Kagome sagged a bit, all the wind previously in her sails gone. “O…k. When I get into my bedroom Sango can let you into the living room and get you a drink if you want one. Just hang on a minute.” Sesshoumaru nodded as she closed the door.

 

“Get moving girly, we don't have all night,” Sango grinned, pretending to kick Kagome in the ass to get her to walk faster.

 

“Yes ma'am,” Kagome smiled back and jogged into her room. “Ok!” She called once the door was closed and locked.

 

Sango opened the door and gestured for Sesshoumaru to come in. He nodded and entered, taking his expensive dress shoes off before stepping into the living room.

 

“Can I get you something to eat? Drink?”

 

Sesshoumaru turned towards the sound of Sango's voice, which came from the kitchen.

 

He turned and started walking towards her as he answered, “What did you have in mind Sango?”

 

Sango blushed slightly at his usage of her name. `God, I'm acting like such a schoolgirl. Plus I have a girlfriend. I really need to get my mind off the market.'

 

“Well, as for food, we have some dinner leftovers that we made. It's a Tex-Mex dish. You might have had it before; it's very popular. Tacos?”

 

Sesshoumaru laughed to himself quietly. “Yes, I had them while I was vacationing in America a few years ago. If memory serves, then I did like them. A bit messy, but good nonetheless.”

 

Sango smiled and nodded her head. “Well that's good. Kagome and I decided to try them out and see if we liked them. Do you want me to make one up for you?”

 

“If it's no trouble for you, then yes I believe I'll have one.”

 

“One taco, coming right up.”

 

Sango grabbed the package of extra-large hard-shell tacos and popped one in the microwave to heat up. She walked over to the fridge and opened it, debating on what to get out. “What do you want on it?”

 

He walked over to the fridge and stood behind her, scanning the shelves. “I'll have some lettuce, tomato, and some of the spicy Ortega sauce.” Sango jumped and hit her head on the fridge when he started talking. How the hell could he be so quiet?!

 

“Damn, don't do that to a girl!”

 

“My apologies, I didn't mean to startle you.”

 

“Sure…” Sango muttered under her breath, forgetting that he could hear her.

 

Sesshoumaru ignored the comment and took the taco shell out of the microwave, taking the extras Sango had put on the counter and putting them in the taco after filling it with meat from the stovetop.

 

“I could have done that. You are the guest yanno.”

 

“Yes, but all the same, it is no trouble.”

 

Sango nodded and they sat down at the kitchen counter, waiting for Kagome to come back in silence. As he ate his taco, Sango observed him out of the corner of her eye. `Damn, Kagome was right about him-he's absolutely gorgeous! Not to mention articulate. Makes me feel like language wasn't my best subject in high school.'

 

Sesshoumaru chuckled internally at her thoughts. `So they think I'm attractive and articulate? What a surprise.'

 

Kagome appeared when Sesshoumaru was halfway done his taco in a pair of tight jeans and plain gray T-shirt. She blinked a few times when she saw him eating, but shrugged it off and sat next to Sango, who was opposite the magnate.

 

“So, uh, I hope everything is ok here,” Kagome said meekly in an attempt to break the silence.

 

“No bloodshed, death, or amputation of limbs so far,” Sango replied grinning.

 

Kagome smiled back. “Well, I'm glad you two are getting along.”

 

Sesshoumaru swallowed and responded, “Sango has been a most pleasant hostess.”

 

Sango flushed a bit. “All I did was get you food that you assembled…” she muttered.

 

Kagome laughed and waited until Sesshoumaru had finished and washed his hands at the sink before getting down to business. “So to return to my earlier question, why are you here?”

 

Sesshoumaru looked at her a moment, picking his words carefully. “I received the note you wrote me today. I can understand your skepticism about my motives, but I assure you, I am an honest man who never goes back on his word. I told you that I had no hidden motives the day we met, and this still rings true. This is the kind of tip I leave most people. You see, unlike other business practitioners, I believe in helping out those less fortunate than I am. I give large sums of money to charity and the poor in an effort to use money to help, not manipulate. I thought nothing of it by giving you that money, and I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”

 

Kagome and Sango both blinked a few times, the former having no idea of what to say, and the latter completely in shock that a guy who she heard called “an arrogant asshole with no heart or feelings” was so generous.

 

“Well, you didn't have to come all the way over here just to say that, but thank you anyway. Wait, speaking of which, how do you know where I live?”

 

“You left your full name on the note. Contrary to popular belief, I can pick up a phonebook and look up a listing.”

 

Kagome flushed at his cocky little grin. “I was going to think of that sooner or later. But moving on, is there anything else you would like? A drink maybe?”

 

“No, I'm fine thank you.”

 

Kagome nodded and he stood up. “I should be going. I have imposed on you long enough, and I also have work waiting for me at the hotel. If you'll excuse me,” he bowed to the ladies who were standing as he spoke. They bowed back and walked him to the door where he put his shoes on.

 

“It was nice meeting you Sango.”

 

“Likewise,” said girl nodded.

 

“Safe journey back to the hotel Takara-sama,” Kagome bowed slightly, completely in hostess mode.

 

“Call me Sesshoumaru, I'm not much one for formalities. Oyasumi-nasi to both of you.”

 

“Oyasumi-nasi,” Kagome and Sango both spoke at once, then looked at each other saying “Jinx!” They laughed at their childish behavior and closed the door behind their unexpected guest.

 

 

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Wow…that was utterly horrible. I can't believe I'm posting such crude, but there ya go. I just have to get back into the swing of things I guess…..as for translations, just check the previous chapters. If it isn't there, then just ask me what something means and I'll tell you. Whelp, I'm off to do my psychology, night y'all.

 

Ja ne.

<3