InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Untouchable ❯ New York, New York ( Chapter 1 )

Untouchable

 

By: Enchanted Angel

 

Chapter 1: New York, New York

 

 

I slammed the phone down on the receiver.

 

“YES! I GOT THE JOB!” I cried ecstatically as I pumped my fist up and down in the air.

 

“You got the job Kagome?” my mother asked her, grinning broadly.

 

I nodded enthusiastically and grabbed the phone again. “I've got to tell Inu Yasha that I'm coming to New York City!”

 

“When is your flight? Do we need to buy tickets?” my mother asked while embracing me in a tight hug.

 

“We don't have to pay for anything! They got me a flight on Thursday! BUSINESS CLASS!” I cried while dialing my old friend's number.

 

My mother left me alone so I could make my phone call in confidence.

 

“Hello?” Inu Yasha's voice floated through the receiver.

 

“Inu!” I cried. “I GOT THE JOB!” I bellowed into the receiver.

 

“Really?” he replied. “That's fucking awesome Kagome! When are you arriving in New York?”

 

“My flight is on Thursday night, so I should arrive sometime Friday afternoon.” I checked the flight details I printed out earlier just to be sure. “3 o'clock to be exact!”

 

“Great! I'll be there. I promise. Are your bags packed and ready to go?” he asked me.

 

“Not yet. Oh Inu! Where am I going to stay?” I asked as the new problem appeared, her enthusiasm evaporating as quickly as it came. I jumped on the computer and began searching for apartment prices.

 

“Oh Inu these apartments are so expensive!” I exclaimed as she saw the pricey apartment rent costs appear all over the screen.

 

Inu Yasha laughed. “Kagome you never changed did you? Never thinking too far ahead—it probably makes your head hurt. Well I'm staying with Sesshoumaru. You could probably move in with us—us being me and Kikyou.” Inu Yasha suggested.

 

“Oh? She lives with you?” I asked, taken aback.

 

“Yeah….I forgot to mention that to you. We're back together.” He said quietly.

 

“Oh….I'm happy for you Inu!” I said, concealing the sadness in my voice.

 

“I'm glad you're ok with it Kagome. Well let me ask Sesshoumaru if you can stay with us. Hold on one second.”

 

I waited patiently, lost in my own private thoughts.

 

`So Inu Yasha and Kikyou were back together? How long had they been hiding it from me?' I wondered.

 

Hot tears began to build up behind my eyes as I thought of all the heartache I had gone through for that one hanyou.

 

`I had to be stronger than that though! If I was going to live with them, I couldn't let them know that they hurt me. I have to move on.'

 

I forced the threat of tears away and was jerked out of my daze when Inu Yasha came back on the phone.

 

“Kagome? You there?”

 

“Y-Yeah! I'm here Inu!” I said.

 

“You can stay with us. Sesshoumaru doesn't really care. He says that he has enough rooms for everyone.” Inu Yasha exclaimed happily.

 

“Oh really? That's GREAT Inu! Could you get him on the phone? I want to thank him personally.”

 

“Uh. Sure….Here, Kagome wants to talk to you.” Inu Yasha muttered to his brother.

 

I heard the sound of the phone being passed to someone else.

 

“Hello Sesshoumaru, this is Kagome. I just want to thank you for allowing me to stay in your house while I get settled on my own two feet.” I said gratefully through the phone.

 

The phone line was awkwardly silent.

 

“Sesshoumaru?” I asked tentatively.

 

A grunt.

 

“Um, thanks for everything.” I said as my confidence began to falter.

 

Another grunt.

 

Followed by a click.

 

I put the phone down slowly and stared at it incredulously.

 

“What an asshole.” I whispered as I walked slowly to my room to begin packing.

 

—Thursday Morning—

 

The alarm clock rang sharply and loudly at 4:00 AM.

 

Muttering a curse under my breath, I groggily rolled out of bed and began to get ready to leave Japan for America.

 

* * *

 

Loaded down with my large bulky yellow backpack and a purse, I slowly and clumsily made my way down the isle of the plane.

 

I grabbed the giant backpack and looked at the overhead compartment that seemed so hopelessly far away. I then stepped up on the seat and began the tedious process of cramming the backpack into the compartment.

 

It was only until I finished stowing the backpack away that I noticed the young man that had been appreciating the view from below in the seat right next to my designated one.

 

I flushed with embarrassment and clutched my skirt tightly to me while shooting him an evil glare. I then promptly sat down beside him and turned towards the window, ignoring the lecher completely.

 

`This is going to be one long ride….' I thought as I cast one more fleeting glance at the Tokyo Airport before falling into an uneasy sleep.

 

—At La Guardia Airport in New York City—

 

I walked through doors into the airport at gate E14. Disoriented, tired, and irritated with the pervert that was sitting next to me (who I found out later that was named Hojo), I began scanning the awaiting crowd for a familiar face.

 

“Kagome! Over here!” Inu Yasha shouted.

 

I whirled around to face Inu Yasha, Kikyou, and Sesshoumaru. I beamed happily and embraced Inu Yasha and Kikyou.

 

The three of us chatted happily to one another for a little more, but I broke away from them to recognize the most important person in the scene. I looked at Sesshoumaru, who was dressed to the nines with expensive clothing and stood out as a millionaire to any casual observer. The sight of him made my heart skip a beat. He was dressed in an enormous black leather Armani jacket, with a silver silk Armani button up along with a black Armani hat that shaded his eyes from view. All that was visible of his face was the very sharp chin and the thin pale lips. The long white hair was tied in a loose ponytail behind him and black leather gloves covered his claws. He almost looked human.

 

Taken aback by his impeccable choice of clothing and his mysterious handsomeness, I bowed my head slightly at him out of respect and gave him an uneasy thanks for his hospitality.

 

He gave me a slight nod and began walking towards the exit, leaving Inu Yasha to grab my bags.

 

We exited the airport where a sleek black Lincoln Navigator limo was awaiting our arrival. Mouth agape, I helped Inu Yasha stow my luggage into the spacious trunk while Sesshoumaru was already mixing martinis in the dry bar inside the limo.

 

Inside the limo, Sesshoumaru took off his hat while sipping his martini. My heart skipped a beat once more as I stared at him, transfixed with wonder.

 

The clear, piercing amber eyes. The long, thin silver eyebrows. The crescent moon marking on his forehead. The silky silver bangs that gave him his mysterious look. The long thin nose. The high, sophisticated cheekbones. He had not changed. He was still exactly the same as I had left him. Anything and everything about him made Sesshoumaru the fearsome Inu-Yokai Lord of the Western Lands.

 

All of the sudden his eyes caught mine. Intense amber met cool blue. His gaze pierced my soul. Searching my eyes for an answer. My confidence withered under his eyes and I looked away quickly, a light blush tingeing my cheeks.

 

“So Kagome, how was your flight?” Inu Yasha asked while taking one of Sesshoumaru's martinis from the bar, completely unaware of what had just taken place.

 

“Oh! My flight? This guy named Hojo was looking up my skirt when I was putting my backpack in the overhead compartment. He also kept on asking me for my number and if he could see me regularly.” I replied. Inu Yasha snorted with laughter while Kikyou giggled.

 

“Martini?” a cool, deep voice asked.

 

Startled, I looked to see Sesshoumaru holding out a martini in his hand, offering it to me.

 

That was the first time I had ever heard his voice. His voice and Inu Yasha's voices were so radically different. Sesshoumaru's cool, calm, collected, almost sexy, while Inu Yasha's was somewhat whiny, high pitched (when compared), and rough.

 

“Sure thank you.” I replied to him, smiling slightly while accepting the martini.

 

I sipped at it, finding it quite enjoyable considering I was not entirely fond of martinis.

 

The rest of the ride home was quite pleasant; Sesshoumaru adding more in the conversations, usually jumping in when it had something to do with politics or finances.

 

He was a businessman—that's what he lived for.

 

Soon we pulled up at a gate on a private drive. The driver of the limo put a finger down on a small screen close to the gates. The screen emitted a shrill beep before the gates opened. We then proceeded through the gates.

 

The conversation had turned dead as they all watched my facial expressions as we drove through the expansive front gardens. Thousands of different species of flowers, trees, and shrubs carpeted the flower beds and the lawn. In the center of the lawn was a large pond full of large red koi and complete with fountains. Marble statues littered the lawn along with a giant fountain centered right before the front-drive of the house itself.

 

The driver stopped in the front drive as butlers emerged from the house and began unloading my bags from the limo.

 

I stepped out of the car and simply stared at the mansion before me.

 

Neoclassical architecture: huge stone pillars, intricately carved balconies, and huge windows positioned symmetrically about the house. The mansion had it all.

 

“Kagome! Are you coming?” Inu Yasha asked.

 

“Yeah!” I said quickly scurrying into the house.

 

Once inside, I was again taken aback by the beautiful architecture: the marble statues and carvings, the intricately carved marble staircases, the cold white and gray marbled floor.

 

“Kagome.”

 

A different voice—Sesshoumaru's voice.

 

I snapped out of my observations to look at him, completely unaware that he was standing in front of me.

 

“You will be sleeping in my wing, which is up the left staircase.” He said pointing at the left staircase. “You are to follow James to your room.” He said to me as a butler showed up behind me carrying my bags.

 

I then looked around and found Inu Yasha and Kikyou to be no where in sight.

 

Sesshoumaru turned away from me and began to make his way towards the left stairwell, but before he even reached that, a small girl flew out of the room next door and attached herself to his leg before either of us could say a word of warning to the demon lord.

 

“SESSHOUMARU-SAMA!” the small girl yelled as she clung tightly to her leg.

 

Sesshoumaru's face remained stoic as he looked down at the girl with bored amber eyes and simply stated her name in his usual monotone. “Rin.”

 

Astonished, I stared at the pair, wondering whether or not the two were related in any way and how Rin was not scared of him.

 

Rin looked only about six or seven years old. She had short brown hair with bright hazel eyes to match her bubbly personality.

 

“Rin-chan wants to play Sesshoumaru-sama!” she cried out happily, never releasing her grip on his leg.

 

“Rin, Sesshoumaru-sama needs to finish his work.” Sesshoumaru said looking down at the girl clinging to him, while shifting his leg uncomfortably.

 

“Hai! But Rin-chan wants Sesshoumaru-sama to play with her later!” she cried out happily. And with that last remark the little girl detached herself from his leg and bounced energetically in the same direction she came.

 

Sesshoumaru sighed and continued his journey up the stairs only to disappear down the hall.

 

Still in shock with what I saw, I silently followed James to my room.

 

“This is where you will stay Kagome.” The butler told me while opening a door immediately to the right once in the hallway.

 

I looked down the hall to see, what appeared to be, a giant master bedroom with double doors, and another door on the left of the hallway, similar to mine.

 

James saw me looking down the hall. “The double doors are the doors to Sesshoumaru-sama's room while the other door is the door to Rin's room.” He told me, reading my mind.

 

“Is Rin his daughter?” I asked tentatively.

 

James just laughed and shook his head.

 

“No she is not, Sesshoumaru picked her up on his journeys years ago, and she has lived with him ever since. She is the only person that he shows any emotion toward, and that is only sometimes.” He told me.

 

I shivered.

 

“But I have said too much. Dinner will be served at 7.” He told me before turning and leaving me to the privacy of my room.

 

I stepped inside and was again awed by the beauty of the room.

 

In the center of the room was a king sized bed, complete with goose-feather pillows and comforter. The bed posts were made from cherry rosewood and each were intricately carved with roses blossoming on the sides of them. The furnishings in the room matched that of the bed; complete with a desk, coffee table, and dresser. The floor was an expensive hardwood floor but changed back into the familiar grey and white marble in the bathroom. A large black Jacuzzi stood in the corner of the bathroom alongside a large shower with black and white tiling. Duel sinks and a black marble countertop lined the perimeter of the rest of the bathroom.

 

I inhaled the heavenly scent of the potpourri and lay down on the bed.

 

`What a day….' I thought. `What a day.'