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The Syndrome	By : SunsetMiko Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 78183 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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I do not own Inuyasha and Company, no matter how happy it would make me. Rumiko Takahashi does.

Chapter 10 � The Worst Impressions

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She was so excited! Finally she was going to be out from under her mother�s watchful eye and she couldn�t thank Bankotsu enough. She hadn�t wanted to stay at home once she started college, but she�d had a hard time finding something she could afford in the right area. He�d come to her rescue when he told her about his mother�s friend. Apparently he had a house he was renting out to college students and while he had three tenants lined up he still needed one more. She�d fallen in love with the house the first time she saw it. What would be her room was large and cozy feeling; the kitchen was great, not a tiny hallway but a real kitchen she could cook in. Added to the fact that it was only a few blocks away from where the guys would be staying, the house was perfect. She�d immediately taken it; not even meeting her roommates before paying her deposit and first month�s rent.

Today was moving day and her guys had all offered to help. She found herself laughing as Shippo was straining to carry as many boxes as Inuyasha, determined to prove that he was just as strong if not stronger than the much larger half-demon. �Shippo, you�re going to hurt yourself,� she said while taking a box off the top so he could at least see.

�Leave him alone, Kags. The more he carries the sooner we�ll be done and you can get us a snack.�

�Inuyasha,� she growled. �I am neither your servant, your chef, nor your waitress. If you�re so hungry why don�t you just order something? I know you know how to use a phone.�

�K�eh. Maybe I will wench, and maybe I won�t get you any.� He smirked at her and she knew he was playing. He�d never order food without including something for her, not with the way she ate. He�d tried it once and with just a flash of her best puppy eyes he found himself without food, having handed it over to her.

After a few more trips Bankotsu came back inside, sweeping Kagome off her feet and into his arms. �All done, Kaggie. You want us to help you unpack too?�

The miko smiled at the offer. �You don�t have to, but you�re welcome to stay and hang out for a while. I think Inuyasha�s gonna order takeout.�

The four guys and one girl made their way upstairs to her room. Miroku immediately took up the task of connecting her television, DVD player, and stereo, while Shippo climbed under the desk to hook up her computer and printer.

Inuyasha flopped himself in the middle of her bed before pulling out his cell phone. �Alright, wench. What kind of takeout do ya want?�

�I don�t care. You�re the one complaining about needing a snack. Pick something.�

�Oh,� Shippo yelled out from under the desk. �How about Mexican? We haven�t had Mexican in a while.�

Inuyasha looked at Kagome, recognizing the glint in her eyes. �Everyone want the regular then?� After a chorus of positive responses the hanyou was making the call, the number for just about every takeout place in town stored in his cell phone. Bankotsu was standing next to Kagome, handing her books out of the boxes near his feet while she arranged them on her shelves. Each absorbed in their tasks, no one noticed the three girls watching from outside the open door.

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He couldn�t help but thank the kamis that they were gone. Not that he cared or anything, but they were helping Kagome move into her new place. Sesshoumaru almost groaned aloud as he heard her name inside his head. It was so much worse now. Every day they all came home covered in her sweet scent. All the time they were talking about her. �Kagome this� Kagome that� Kagome, Kagome, Kagome!� He couldn�t get her out of his mind no matter how hard he tried.

�Why must this Sesshoumaru be tormented as such? Why did father insist that the fools live here with me? And why must reminders of her be everywhere?� He looked around, seeing a few framed pictures sitting on the shelves in front of the DVDs and video games. �She had to have picked the frames,� he thought to himself. There was no way his half-brother or any of the other useless idiots would have bought actual frames.

He�d seen into the horrifying cavern Inuyasha called his room back at their father�s house and there was just one framed photo, the rest tacked up on the walls, taped to the mirror, or just laying loose amongst the unidentifiable piles of filth that covered every surface. �Yes,� he decided. �The frames must be her doing.�

He dropped his head to rest on the back of the couch. He could still smell her here, the teasing, tempting fragrance that tortured him. All he wanted to do was crawl in a hole and die at the moment. �Why? Why is it that every time I am angry or the hanyou pisses me off she is there to witness it? Never once has this Sesshoumaru made a positive impression on the little miko.� It was true too. He somehow always failed to notice her presence or she showed up at just the wrong time. And once again she was given another reason to dislike him. She wasn�t rude really. She didn�t make a point to let him know she didn�t like him. It was more like she completely ignored his very existence.

He didn�t understand how she wasn�t like every other girl he�d ever come across. Her differences made her stand out, but they also made his life hell. She wasn�t drawn to him. She didn�t openly admire his body. She didn�t flirt shamelessly. She wasn�t completely and utterly in love with him. The only girl he wanted just happened to be the only one immune to his charms, the only one he couldn�t have.

His heart twisted in his chest at the thought. The pain, it had been growing increasingly worse since the hanyou and his cronies moved in. He didn�t understand why he was in pain or what it meant. All he knew was that it grew worse with every thought of her. Every time he heard her name, every time he caught her scent, every time he could hear her angelic voice floating on the air the pain grew. Her laughter was the worst because never once had she laughed for him. She�d laughed at him a few times over the years, never in front of him since she was much too polite for that, but she seemed to forget sometimes just how good his hearing was. It killed him that he had never been the one to draw that sweet sound from her. The hanyou could do it, as could the perverted monk and the odd human. Even the kitsune could make her laugh, but he knew he never would.

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�There ya go babe,� Miroku said before handing her the remote. �All set up for ya.� Kagome turned away from the bookshelves and wrapped her arms around Miroku, ignoring his hands on her ass just this once since he had just done her a huge favor. She hated trying to figure out what wires went where.

Inuyasha growled as he hung up the phone. �Ten minutes, and just cuz she ain�t hittin� ya monk doesn�t mean I won�t!� Kagome laughed as Miroku slid his hands off her ass onto her back.

Their audience frowned as they tried to figure out which one of the four absolutely gorgeous guys their new roommate was dating. At first they�d thought it was the one with the long black braid and the mark on his forehead, judging by the way he�d picked her up and carried her to her room. Then they thought it was the guy with the violet eyes, golden earrings, and a small ponytail at his neck when he grabbed her ass so openly. But then the hanyou with the adorable puppy ears seemed upset by it. The only one that hadn�t touched her or talked to her like they were in a relationship was the younger kitsune still nearly invisible under the desk.

Kagome finally pulled away from Miroku to return to unloading her books. �Hey, Miroku? Could you grab that box, the one that says DVDs? I want them on that shelf over there,� she said while pointing to the shelves closer to the television.

�Sure thing, love,� the monk said with a smirk. They all continued their tasks for a few minutes, everyone trying to ignore the lazy hanyou who looked awfully comfortable stretched out on Kagome�s bed.

Finally he couldn�t take it anymore. �Inuyasha? Are you just going to lay there?� Bankotsu asked him in a frustrated tone.

�Hey! I ordered the food. I�m gonna go down and get it when they get here. I think that�s enough.�

Kagome turned and looked at the hanyou on her bed. He didn�t like the look in her eyes and his worry was justified when she leapt at him, pinning him to the bed. �You can be such a jerk sometimes, you know that Inuyasha?� Kagome regretted her decision when she found herself rolled under the inu hanyou. In seconds she was squealing as he tickled her sides mercilessly.

The girls in the doorway frowned even more, thoroughly confused and more than a little jealous. How did this girl manage to ensnare these four attractive males? They found themselves wondering if the hotties could be swayed and each decided they would have to find out. Really, she wasn�t anywhere near pretty enough to deserve any of them, let alone all of them!

Shippo finally crawled out from under the desk, taking a seat in her chair while waiting for the computer to boot up so he could be sure everything was working properly. �Inuyasha, stop tickling her before I go deaf,� he said over his shoulder.

�Yeah�listen to� Shippo! Stop... tickling me!� she gasped out between uncontrollable laughter. Inuyasha stopped, but not because she or Shippo had said to. No, he heard a car pull up out front and knew the food had arrived. He rolled off her and made to walk towards the door but stopped when he saw the three girls watching them from just outside Kagome�s bedroom.

�Who are you?� Inuyasha asked. �And what the fuck are you doing spying on us?� He frowned as he smelled the foul stench of jealousy and hatred rolling off the three girls. They hadn�t even met her yet and they were doing it. This needed to be taken care of. It wasn�t Kagome�s fault and she shouldn�t suffer because they all loved her and other girls couldn�t deal with it.

�Inuyasha,� Kagome growled in warning. �Don�t be so rude!�

Inuyasha pulled out his wallet and handed it to Kagome. �Go get the food, wench.� Kagome looked like she was going to protest but as she glanced from face to face she saw that they all agreed with Inuyasha. Letting out a sigh of frustration she left the room and started down the stairs. After he was shot a glare by Inuyasha, Shippo hopped across the bed and followed Kagome, just in case she needed help. They ordered a lot of food like always and she might not be able to carry it all.

Upstairs the three girls had slinked their way into Kagome�s room as soon as she was out of sight. �Hi,� the girl with dark hair and red eyes, obviously some kind of demon, said in her most seductive voice. �I am Kagura, this is Tsubaki,� she said while pointing to the girl on her right with long white hair. �And this is Kikyo.� Kagura pointed to the girl on her left. �Are we going to be so lucky as to have you guys visiting often?�

Bankotsu rolled his eyes and Inuyasha snorted. �You�re not gonna get any kinda lucky from us,� the half-demon muttered under his breath.

�I�m sure that you will be seeing us again. We do spend quite a bit of time with Kagome,� Miroku said politely, all the while trying to ignore the demoness leaning her entire form against his.

�It certainly seems so,� Tsubaki nearly purred as she draped herself over Bankotsu, making sure to press her breasts firmly into his muscled chest. �I�m sure she�s a lovely little girl, but wouldn�t you prefer to spend your time with a woman?�

Bankotsu looked down at the slut pressing herself against him. �Kagome is not a little girl,� he said darkly, not that Tsubaki noticed anything other than his incredible body.

Kikyo was focusing all her attention on Inuyasha. Sure, he was a hanyou but he was cute enough to let her overlook the flaw. Inuyasha was doing his best to ignore her. She sort of resembled Kagome but in a much naughtier way, and while it intrigued him it also disturbed him. �How is it that she�s managed to capture the attention of someone as delicious looking as you?� Kikyo murmured while tracing invisible patterns on his chest with a long and obviously fake fingernail.

Inuyasha pulled himself from his not so pure thoughts to move Kikyo away from him, her hand having traveled unnoticed much lower than his chest as he tried to figure out what it was about her that caught his interest. It couldn�t be the resemblance to Kagome� could it? Either way he needed to get her away from him. The scent of her jealousy was growing stronger with every second and he felt like he might just choke on it.

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Sesshoumaru rose with a sigh. He couldn�t just sit there all day, staring at pictures of her. He had other more important things to do with his time. �Alright, not more important. More productive maybe, but lately all this Sesshoumaru wishes to do is gaze upon her beauty,� he admitted silently. He found himself almost praying that she would visit, just so he could smell her pure scent instead of the lingering traces that covered the bodies of the four males he hated more than any other living creature.

For them to carry her scent so strongly meant that they�d been touching her, that she was in close contact with their bodies, something that made the pain even worse. None of them deserved to lay a finger on her and yet she was constantly being carried by the half-breed and the human. The monk dared to touch her in inappropriate ways and yet he was still allowed in her presence. It was a sound he�d come to enjoy though, the crack of skin against skin as she slapped the pervert. If he couldn�t behead Miroku for touching her then at least she hit him. And the fox, he�d been snuggling up to the little miko far too comfortably in his opinion.

�No one should touch her. No one deserves such a pleasure.�

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