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Higurashi	By : WillowCarlisle Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 21294 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Kagome stretched from her position on the kitchen counter, switching off the phone and placing it back on the wall with a quiet sigh. Shaking herself from her momentary daze, she looked around. She had money in her pocket, her keys in her hand, and an entire day ahead of her. It was time to get moving.
Without a single look backward, she hopped down and strode to the front door, slipping her feet into her shoes and stepping out onto the porch. Sunlight spewed in every which direction it could, blinding her momentarily as she turned the key in the lock. Taking a breath, she stretched her arms and legs and began to prepare for the long walk ahead.
The nearest bus stop leading into Tokyo was two and a half miles away. Months ago, in her oblivion, the miles had passed unnoticed underfoot. Now, as she trudged the worn side-road into the more populated local center, she began to regret refusing her mother�s offer to use their savings on another car. Even her poor, disheveled bicycle couldn�t take the strain of the rocky path anymore.
�Hey, Kagome!�
She turned to the road, so caught up in her thoughts, she hadn�t noticed the little Honda pull up at her side. Yutaka waved cheerfully at her, his usual infectious smile spread across his face.
�Hi,� she greeted him. �What are you doing out here?�
�Heading into town,� he laughed, coming to a stop as she strode up to his door. �Do you need a ride?�
�I do! You�re a life saver, Yutaka!�
Scurrying around to the passenger side, Kagome tugged the door open and plopped into the seat. She grinned at him, gushing out her thanks as they began to move, the sun-beaten scenery passing swiftly by on either sides.
�Guess you have a date in town, huh?� he asked offhandedly, glancing at her as they reached a crossroad.
She flushed, staring pointedly out the front windshield. �Why do you ask?�
�I don�t know,� he admitted. �Just thought you might be going to see that �Kitten� guy again.�
�Kiken,� she corrected immediately, blushing redder as Yutaka�s questioning eyes turned to her again. �It�s Amaru Kiken. Not �kitten�.�
�Ok. Sure thing. So� Yeah. I thought you might be going to see him.�
�I�m looking for a job,� Kagome contradicted, ignoring his knowing smile.
�That shouldn�t be hard,� he commented, making a right turn as they hit the inbound traffic to western Tokyo. �There�re lots of places looking for help this time of year. I can even recommended a few.�
She nodded, listening as he continued on about one store after another he�d happened upon over the last few visits into the city. There were clothing stores and food shops, cleaners and information desks. All with their own possibilities and plenty of room for new people. By the time they pulled into the congested thru-ways adjacent Shinjuku Station, Kagome was ready and rearing to go.
�I�ll meet you at Isetan in three hours, ok?� Yutaka called out to her as she made her way around the front of the car. �I�ll probably be done before that, so I�ll get us something to eat and bring it there.�
�Thanks, Yutaka!� she yelled back, hurrying to get out of the way of a white van overtaking the corner.
�No problem!� he shouted over the blare of a passing truck horn.
As he drove away, she turned to look at her surroundings. The hustle and bustle of mid-west Tokyo was just kicking into full swing. Moving with the flow of passersby, she crossed to the north end of the street and ducked into the bi-lane leading past the entrance to Studio Alta. The faces on the big screen flashed giddily, blaring product placements for Glicko and Konocha. She rolled her eyes, shaking her head laughingly as memories of girlish escapades came rushing back.
�Now�s not the time, Kagome,� she muttered to herself, sidestepping a woman in a bright red overcoat.
Taking another breath, she began the trek up a side band toward Yasukuni-dori. There was bound to be a shop or two in need of help somewhere along the wide, busy avenue.
Or so she hoped�
*~~~
�You know what comes next,� Shippou sighed, leaning backward in his seat as the waitress cleared their plates.
Amaru smiled faintly. �I�m sure I do.�
�I want to see her, Kiken,� the kitsune prodded forcefully, lowering his voice as his wife�s hand sought out his beneath the table. �That�s the one and only stipulation. I have to see her; talk to her. I won�t betray your trust, but I also won�t agree to this for anything less.�
His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the demon across from him. It was risky. If Amaru chose to go about his plans without involving the two of them, he could very well do it. But something told him that the man wouldn�t have asked for their help if he wasn�t ready to bend to their demands just a little.
�You�re free to do whatever you wish,� the demon conceded easily, folding his napkin and setting it beside his wine glass. �I, too, have a request that requires fulfillment. One which I ask of you, Lady Tsuyako.�
The miko leaned forward, answering his challenging tone with a teasing one of her own. �And what would that be, Lord Sesshoumaru?�
�There�s the small matter of my dear little brother,� Amaru continued, meeting the woman�s gaze, unblinking and direct. �It would seem that, after all the years of incompetence, he does pose a threat to me after all. Granted, it be a minor one, but an obstacle that I wish removed nonetheless. And I believe you alone hold the power to accomplish this goal.�
The woman blinked in surprise. She hadn�t expected this. The centuries had passed so calmly since the day of her gift, she�d never thought the subject worth breeching even now. But here it was. And stated in such a way, she was sure he meant every word precisely as she took it.
�The kotodama?� she whispered lightly, leaning backward slowly. �You don�t mean� you want it restored?!�
Steady golden eyes locked with hers, the pale lids narrowing ever so slightly in what could be nothing short of a warning.
�You can�t be serious,� Shippou interjected hurriedly, giving the woman�s hand a gentle squeeze as her grip tightened. �Inuyasha�s been free from that damned thing for centuries now! What could he have possibly done to deserve having it put back?�
The small smile they�d become accustomed to seemed to crack and dissipate into nothingness as Amaru released them from his searing gaze, turning instead to look out the window across the busy street beyond. His fingers, wrapped lightly about the stem of the wine flute, seemed to twitch; the knuckle of his index finger bending slightly as he began to speak.
�It would be a temporary reinstatement, of course,� the deep, lilting tone belying the decidedly vacant look in his eyes. �Until I�ve done what I set out to do, I wish to have Inuyasha returned to the confines of his� leash.�
�It�s not as easy as it seems,� Tsuyako protested. �It�ll take at least three days, if not more��
�Three days it is,� Amaru replied, bringing the glass to his lips and draining the last of its contents before rising to his feet. �Three days, and I will expect to hear from you both. Until then, I will be waiting.�
Amaru reached into his lapel, withdrawing his checkbook and scrawling down a random number. Placing it in the center of the table, he turned to leave.
�There are some pressing issues that demand my attention,� he explained without a backward glance. �I�m sure you won�t mind my leaving a bit early. You may order whatever you like. Your expenses are fully covered.�
The two sat, dumbfounded, as Amaru slipped out of the restaurant in a flurry of fluttering garments and pure white hair.
Tsuyako breathed deeply, watching as the imposing body of energy disappeared into the milling crowd of humans outside.
�I�m starting to get the feeling we were set up,� Shippou breathed, staring at the check that stood elegantly between the salt and pepper shakers.
His wife leaned into him, her delicate hands pulling from his to wrap securely about his midsection. �You and me both, koibito. Trapped once again with no way out, it seems.�
He laughed, pressing a loving kiss into her hair. �You say that as though you�re enjoying this even more than our good friend there.�
Brilliant chestnut eyes looked up at him, a gentle smile curving her lips.
�You are, aren�t you?� Shippou laughed once again.
�Can you blame me? I can�t be the only one who sees that the great white demon is on the verge of getting his just desserts, now can I?�
�Speaking of desserts�� He lifted the check from it place, eyebrow raised as he followed the row of zeros. �It would seem we�re both free to enjoy our own. Ten times over, if I�m reading this correctly.�
Tsuyako laughed, taking the check and beckoning to the waiter. �Now, who could find fault in helping a man who tips two hundred and fifteen percent?�
�Inuyasha, for one,� Shippou muttered, tugging her into a closer embrace.
�Well he�ll just have to get over it now, won�t he?�
They exchanged knowing looks, giving into the hilarity of the moment, morbid as it may be.
*~~~
�Inuyasha? What�s the matter?�
The hanyou jerked from his position on the living room floor, quickly steadying himself as the sleeping bundle that was his daughter gave a whimper of protest at being disturbed. The room seemed the same as it was before. Kimi lay against his leg, fast asleep. He leaned comfortably against his mate�s knees as she rested in the rocking chair behind him. All was silent and still, and yet something seemed amiss.
Misako reached out to him, leaning in and running a gentle hand over his quivering ears as his head swung frantically from one side to the other.
�What is it?� his wife asked again, a look of concern spreading across her face.
�I don�t know,� he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as the hairs there stood completely on end. �I just got a really creepy feeling� And somehow it�s got Sesshoumaru�s name written all over it��
*~~~
�Ah! Yare!�
Kagome flung herself unceremoniously into the corner booth at the back of the restaurant, relief coursing through her tired legs and back; a cream cup clutched in her hands. The day had taken her nearly to the center of Harajuku before she�d finally made some headway. The little boutique was hidden beneath a dramatically cast banner of beautiful, modern geisha in the most elaborate kimono she�d ever seen. The receptionist had given her an open once-over before handing the job of hostess and stock clerk over without question. It was both a surprise and a treat. The store housed clothing that she�d never worn, but had always wanted to try. And, with a workers� discount, she could now afford to have them. But first came an ice cream break. After a day of running from shop to shop, receiving rejection after rejection, nothing said �job well done� like an ice cold milkshake.
Sipping at her delicious vanilla treat, Kagome gazed out into the busy afternoon. Even now, the streets were filled to brimming with people on their way to or from work. Hundreds of girls and guys her own age ducked in and out of shops, returning with bags of wares to drag home with them. Her eyes followed the curve of the adjoining skyline. Directly across the avenue stood Kishou-kachi, the newly developed rival of the well-known pachinko parlor, Kabukicho. To the north of that, Flags Caf� lay snug in the parlor�s shadow, boasting beautiful sprawling archways and elegant outdoor table settings.
Kagome froze, the straw at her lips as she squinted into the sunlight. The movement of clothing and passing bodies may have caused a strange illusion of colors and shapes, but she was sure she hadn�t been mistaken. Rising to her feet, she looked out over the crowd to the figure seated beneath the canopy of Flags� entranceway.
It wasn�t his immaculately made suit that gave him away, though it was obvious that his attire flaunted a more expensive brand name. Even from this distance, she could see that the quality was nowhere near as common as the regular businessmen of the area. And though his skin seemed to gleam holy light, it wasn�t his features that drew her eyes to him like magnets. It was, as it had been that very first night, his hair. Caught in the light breeze, the tendrils curled and spun in a dance of unearthly silver streams no other man�s could possibly attempt. No woman�s either, for that matter.
�It should be a sin to be that beautiful,� a wistful sigh came from the woman seated at the table beside her.
Without turning toward the voice, Kagome nodded her agreement. �A sin, a crime, and a grievous misdeed�� she whispered.
�Punishable by law,� another woman�s voice chimed in dreamily from somewhere to her left, �with a sentence of two weeks in my custody��
Ignoring the last comment, Kagome hurried toward the doors. She paused at the trash bin, depositing her half-finished milkshake into it before pushing the glass doors open and stepping outside. A smile spread across her lips as she prepared to cross the street. He hadn�t seen her yet. It had to have been the maelstrom of scents that flowed through the air. If it had been any other place, she was certain he would have known she was there. The smile stretch even further at the idea of, for once, being able to catch him by surprise.
She glanced down at the oncoming traffic, cursing her bad luck as a veritable swarm of cars came flooding in her direction. Undaunted, she turned to see if he was still there, and stopped dead in her tracks. Her smile shattering into tiny, jagged bits.
Blue. There was never a moment in her life when she hated the color more than she did now. It was all she could see, and all she wished she hadn�t. The woman was nearly as tall as Amaru himself. Lean, and graceful, she grudgingly noticed, though she could see little more than that slender back and the cascade of locks that fell down it. Almost feline in movement as she tilted that azure-hued head backward and laughed as a pristinely manicured hand was extended for Amaru to take. Hatefully feminine as she, in turn, leaned in to press a kiss to the man�s cheek. And cast in a sea of blurred motion as Kagome whirled from the sight before her, pushing headlong into the crowd as she struggled to get away from what could be nothing short of a meeting between lovers.
This is why, her thoughts raced frantically as she hurried along the sidewalk. Why the phone was busy when I called� Why he didn�t answer� He was talking� to her�
She shoved blindly through the swell of moving bodies, desperate to break free of the urge to look backward in hopes that her eyes had deceived her. Twice, she nearly stumbled in the midst of her speedy escape, but anguish kept her to her feet. Three more blocks would have her at the meeting place. The place that Yutaka would find her; where he would collect her and take her home. Take her somewhere safe, where the outside world couldn�t get her. And where she would never have to see those wretched golden eyes filled with deception and mocking ever again.
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