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Waking Up In Vegas	By : darkduchess Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 23764 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 13: Down, But Not Out
“But daddy I’m here already…well he…” Kagura growled in frustration before holding the speaker up to her mouth to bellow, “I know! You told me a-fuckin’-thousand times already!”
The chauffeur looked nervously into his rearview mirror at the angry female in the back seat. When she glared in his direction he promptly returned his eyes to road, sweat beading his brow. Leave it to him to escort the bratty bitches.
“Then what daddy?! What am I supposed to do? Wiggle my nose and blink my eyes?!” she fell back against the seat in a pout glaring at the pedestrians on the sidewalk. Resentment boiled in her gut like a stomach ache at the sight of a few happy couples. She sneered. “I suppose I could.” Another long pause. “Yes, we went over this. I know. I know.” She rolled her eyes. “Fine whatever.”She hung up then tossed phone across the seat. “Redundant asshole.” She sighed.
“Have you determined a destination Lady Onigumo?” the driver asked timidly.
“Just drive Greg. Drive until there’s no gas left in this damn thing for all I care.” Kagura growled while rubbing roughly at her throbbing temples.
Useless. Everybody was fucking useless. Sesshoumaru was being a tight lipped prick, his bigoted mother was completely uncooperative, and her father had nothing to offer her but mockery.
Everybody treated her like she as a pain in their ass; an ever nagging pest that bothered them on a daily business when all she wanted was answers and compensation for lost time and broken promises.
He was the one that promised her marriage and a life of luxury as long as she was able to meet her marital quotas. Bearing whelps, maintain status quo, uphold the perfect image…yada yada yada. No big deal. And she was willing to wait however long it took keeping faith in the demon lord’s famous reputation for never EVER breaking his promises. And foolishly she let herself fall into a false sense of security leaving him to his own devices. And look what that’s gotten her; nothing.
Men, demon and human alike, were all rotten conniving two-timing bastards. What other purpose did such mindless creatures serve besides being floor mats? NONE.
“Hn.” She sniffed haughtily at her thoughts.
Whatever. Let them ignore her thinking she was somewhere licking her wounds. That was all well and fine. In fact, it’s all the better for her for what she had in mind. The demon lord was in the process of breaking his promise. So technically, his promise wasn’t broken yet. It’s all a matter of providing an incentive for him to keep it. So there was hope for her yet in this ordeal.
She reached for her phone then dialed a number. She inspected her claws as she waited for an answer. “Why hello. It’s me Kagura. How have you been darling?” She nodded. “Good, good. Are you still having that meeting today? You are? Mind me asking where; Edna’s Place?” She sent a pointed look to the driver and he nodded in understanding then made a U-turn. “You don’t say? Can you believe I was planning to have lunch there myself?” The next thing her companion said had Kagura cackled manically. “Why of course I’m up to no good darling. Why else would I bother with calling you?” She reclined regally and grinned wickedly. “Yes…well, I have a small favor to ask of you…”
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“Drop it Maru.”
“I will not.” Aimaru snapped as he threw the papers on the table with such conviction that Kagome was convinced the inanimate sheets murdered his best friend…if he had one. “I can’t sit by and let you taint our labor force with free loading harlots. They are not suited to work in this Industry. Our employment rate is too low with standards too high to throw out easy job placement opportunities to psychotic strippers.”
Kagome shook her head in disagreement as she flipped through the numerous resumes, certifications and degrees stacked in front of her. Duchess had a bachelors in Graphic design and had up to date masters certifications in usage of Adobe and Microsoft software. She even had substantial experience with a few of prestigious advertisement companies. The twins both have multiple business degrees ranging from economy sciences to telemarketing and other similar things. And Jabora surprisingly had a bachelors in damn near everything under the friggin’ sun with an impressive employment history in administrative work. He was practically a Jack of all trades in the business field. Apparently they all, save Duchess, put their longevity to good use. How they end up deciding to be strippers was anybody’s guess. “They’re too qualified to NOT get this job. Let’s at least give them a trial hire. I don’t see what the problem is.”
“The problem is…” Aimaru slapped his hands on the desk to pin the miko with a beseeching look. “…is that those credentials are probably about as genuine as my brother’s love for humanity.”
“You don’t know that.” And neither did she for that matter. She recalled hearing one of them admitting to being able to provide illegal documentation on short notice, hence her speedy marriage dilemma. But as she looked at the degrees, they certainly appeared to be legit. “Don’t forget we have to run background checks and confirm the authenticity of their credentials anyhow. And besides…I like them.”
“And you hate me apparently”
Rolling her eyes, Kagome stood from the large tinted glass conference table to collect her folders and portfolio. “I do not.”
“You do.” Aimaru pouted with a sniff. And there he went with the dramatics. “Those hood ridden vagrants could very well be psychotic stalkers campaigning to ruin my name and life for some sadistic sport. You don’t know what it’s like to be victimized by people driven by jealousy to go through extreme lengths to belittle you in front of your peers. They could use you or turn you against me. It’s happened sweetness. I’ve seen it. I may even be the next guest on one of those Late Night TV talk shows about how people fell from stardom to graceless ruin. ” he insisted then Kagome crossed her arms in incredulity. “A wag of their silver tongues and you’ll be plotting my ruin right alongside them. Can’t you see that this is a conspiracy in the making?”
Kagome still stood there staring at him and kept watching him for about two minutes when he finally asked. “You’re not moved by this at all are you?” She shook her head. “Not even a little?” he asked hopefully. When she only blinked, he sighed in exasperation. “Fine keep your vile gender confused vagabonds. But don’t come crying to me when you’re credit goes to shit or you end up beaten on daily bases by some ancient limp cocked pimp.”
Yep, Aimaru was definitely an original.
Chuckling, Kagome rounded the table towards the glass paned doors. “Come on Mr. Academy Award. Let’s go give them our verdict. If you’re lucky my husband may very well fire them long before the week is out.”
“My luck ran out on me the minute you were hired.” He muttered under his breath as the miko neared the door.
Kagome rounded on him. “What was that?”
Aimaru smiled brightly as he reached over to hold the door open for her. “Nothing my dear sister. Nothing at all.”
She stalked passed him knowing full well what he said; the smart mouthed jerk. If she had her way, she’ll show him what misfortune really was.
Jabora was outside in the main office an obvious nervous wreck. He was bouncing his leg up and down like a bunny with Turret Syndrome as Kagome approached with a slow smile spreading across her face. “Looks like you’re hired. You all can start today since we have growing work load.”
“For real?!” the man eyes widen in disbelief as he shared a similar look with his pack. “You aint fuckin with me are you?” he asked skeptically.
Kagome shook her head. “Not at all. You all qualify. Duchess will be working in the advertisement department while the Nay and Shay will be working in the marketing department. I will need an assistant and from your qualifications and work experience you fit the bill. Welcome to the TashioTech Team.” she held her hand out to seal the deal with a handshake with her future team members. When everyone was done basking in their employment victory, Kagome then whispered. “Now that that’s all out the way, what say you to lunch at the Cheesecake Factory?”
“Uh..yah.” Jabora said like it should have been an obvious answer. “You buyin?”
Kagome smiled. “No Aimaru is.” She turned to smile sweetly up at the suddenly pale demon. “Aren’t you Maru darling?”
Before the demon could protest, Jabora squealed and latched onto his arm to drag the sputtering demon out the door. The twins winked at her conspiringly and followed after them with Duchess bringing up the rear. Kagome chuckled grabbing up her purse and followed after them. Yup, she would say his misfortune has just started.
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By the time the office was vacated, Sesshoumaru was swiftly packing up his brief case and left his office to the lower level garage where he loaded up into his car and pulled out into the busy streets of Chicago. A look at his watch and he hummed thoughtfully as he made a turn onto Lakeshore drive heading northbound.
So far his day was uneventful, save for Kagura’s most unwelcomed appearance. He expected her to make one, just not one so…brash. No doubt the demoness was somewhere sulking expecting pity or regret on his behalf. Of course he had neither. The only thing he regretted about his ordeal with her was not be able to honor his promise, nothing more. Her feelings and current situation was of no consequence to him. What was done was done. His situation with the miko wasn’t really anything to be upset about. While she wasn’t a demoness of high pedigree or prestige, she was at least a highly accommodating and a dependable human. Those were traits he could appreciate.
The demon lord mentally checked off the remaining tasks of his workday. First he will have a quick luncheon with a business associate seeking to open a remote retail store to sell his products then, if all goes well, they would tour the downtown area for available retail spaces, and perhaps a short attendance to the Demon Association Banquet this evening with his new …wife.
He made a note to educate her on demon etiquette and customs. The last thing he needed was for her to make a mess of things with her foolish human antics.
His ideal proceedings in mind, he pulled up to the Cajun style restaurant and exited his vehicle while promptly turning his keys over the young valet parker. He appraised the building with a critical eye, grateful it was more refined than what he originally believed it would be. Frankly, he expected the man to invite him to some unkempt hole in the wall where gym shoes and a t-shirt would be considered overdressed. The kitsune were known to be devious that way.
A waitress greeted him at the door with a bow. He nodded politely at the hanyou. While it wasn’t a customary American greeting, most found it appropriate to greet him as one would in his home country. He followed the woman through the throng of casually decorated tables to the back where he found his associate chatting jovially with some demoness who’s back was too him. He slowed his gait at the sight of the symmetrical bob trimmed tresses swishing freely across her shoulders. His eyes narrowed suspiciously as a sense of foreboding fell over him when he recognized that sultry laugh. It couldn’t be.
But it was. The demoness turned in her seat to greet him with her most charming smiles. Her eyes glittered with mischief. “My Lord Sesshoumaru. It’s so good to see you.”
“Kagura.” He greeted stiffly and took a seat at the rounded table. He regarded the demoness indifferently as he greeted and shook hands with the kitsune. After standard pleasantries, he placed his briefcase to the side of him. “I wasn’t aware you favored Cajun cuisine.”
The demoness chuckled and waved a dismissive hand. “My tastes are well rounded so I find many things favorable. Though, I’m not the only one with unusual tastes. But you know, to each his own I guess.” She chattered airily.
Sesshoumaru overlooked her jaunt and opened the sizable menu while adopting a blasé tone. “How did you come to know Ms. Onigumo, Mr. Brazen?”
Mr. Brazen shrugged carelessly after sharing an amused look with Kagura. “Me and Ms. Onigumo go way back. We always try to keep in touch for the sake of familiarity.” He suddenly grinned at the smiling demoness. “We would bump into each other a number of times at a multitude of events. I can almost accuse her of stalking me.”
“She can be persistent.” Sesshoumaru remarked flatly taking pleasure in the cold glare in her eyes even as she remained smiling. He quietly placed his order to the waitress. The girl nodded and made her way over to accept Mr. Brazen’s order.
“Hardly. Meeting Mr. Brazen those times was purely coincidental. I attend so many things that there are few individuals I don’t know. Of course you would be left out of the social loop since you couldn’t be bothered with such trivial things. As you may know, there’s a Demon Association Banquet this evening. Of course attendance is by invitation only.” The smile she beamed at him stroked a homicidal nerve.
“I assume you received one as well Mr. Tashio. Ms. Onigumo was gracious enough to extend one to me.”
“Don’t be silly Mr. Brazen. Mr. Tashio couldn’t be bothered with such things and probably have other important things to attend to...like coddling that adorable new wife of his. Great Lord Vladmonte most likely assumed this and didn’t bother extending an invitation. Of course I could be wrong.” Kagura practically purred while sitting back to allow the waitress to place her order.
Sesshoumaru growled inwardly while tightening his fists under the table as he exuded an air of unconcern.
No he didn’t get an invitation. He assumed anyone with prestige and high financial ranking could attend based on that alone. That was how he gained attendance to most high-end events before. He could kick himself for not making a mission of establishing a larger ring of political connections. Then his attendance would be expected instead of merely granted. The Great Lord Vladmonte will be in attendance as the host and Sesshoumaru will be damned if he’ll miss an opportunity to make a lasting impression on the retiring Great Lord.
Times have changed and inexplicably altered how rulers are chosen and how people are governed. If it were the feudal era, he could have simply challenged Lord Vladmonte for his place as Great Lord. But then, at that time there was no Great Lord; one who governs all demon kind. And if that change wasn’t drastic enough, they adopted the democratic way by giving ‘people’, demon and human alike, a choice on who rules. They even placed higher standards that a candidate must meet before consideration. It was no longer strength and skill, but class, charm, and reputation that heightened your chances at leadership in America. He had all those, at least he thought so.
The years he have spent establishing his empire was when he should have established a social network of reputable acquaintances. But he was too engrossed in his work and his growing business to be bothered. Now, at the height of his financial glory and the beginning of his prime, he was ready to take a place in society; a place that required more of him than he could manage.
The only person he knew that made a mission out of keeping up his social quo would be his half brother Aimaru. It loathed him to admit it, but it seems he will need some much needed help from his end. But it would be best to wait until the end of this meeting. The last thing he wanted to do was look desperate. He wouldn’t dream of giving the wind bitch the satisfaction.
Of course, it wasn’t at all lost on Sesshoumaru that the bitch was showing him the disadvantage of choosing to mate a no name human rather than a renowned demoness. But he wouldn’t let that lessen his resolve to mate Kagome; to prove a point if anything else.
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They were standing at the door waiting to be seated and Kagome was getting mighty peeved watching the waitress chat like they weren’t standing there; which was rude. Here they were, paying customers, and she acted like she had all the time in the world to serve them. Well she certainly lost her tips.
Jabora must have thought the same thing when he shook his head tapping his foot impatiently. “This sum bullshit.” He stood on tip toe to look around the restaurant and spotted a sizable both in a nice secluded spot in the back. “Look there’s a spot right there. Where that helfa go off to?” he looked around for her.
“Over there somewhere.” Nay pointed in the general direction looking steadily at his phone with Shay peering over his shoulder.
Latched on Aimaru’s arm, Jabora smacked his lips. “I’m ‘bout to get ornery. They had us standing here for damn near 15 minutes.”
A couple walked up beside them and the waitress suddenly came out of nowhere. Kagome gawked when the waitress moved to escort them to the big both. There was only two of them, what did they need a big both for? Whoever was their manager did a poor job in training their staff.
“Uh-uh. Hell naw. Hold up.” The waitress stopped to peer over her shoulder at Jabora in disdain. “I don’t give no fuck aboutchu and yo’ attitude. We were here first and that booth in tha back is big enough for us. And I want another person to serve us.”
The waitress had the nerve to sneer and place a hand on her nonexistent hip. Her body did her uniform the worst kind of injustice. “This couple is the founders of a prestigious law firm and always take lunch in that booth.”
Kagome was beside Jabora in a heartbeat to glare down at the short nasty little waitress. “Did they reserve that both?”
“No.”
“Then they don’t have precedence. So the situation stands as first come first served.”
The woman looked Kagome up and down incredulously. “And who are you?”
“I am Kagome Tashio, newlywed wife to Sesshoumaru Tashio.” She couldn’t help but feel a ridiculous amount of satisfaction at the sight of the woman paling at least three shades. “Now, I believe you were escorting us to our both in the back.” the woman nodded and quickly walked ahead to show them to their seats.
“Having fun throwing that title around, precious?” Aimaru asked with a raised brow.
“Loads.” She smiled back at him then took her seat. She sat toward the middle of the U-shaped booth while everyone took up the other spaces.
Another waitress, a petite bubbly young girl, approached the table ready to take orders.
“We’ll just have water for now as we decide, thank you.” Kagome told her politely.
The girl nodded happily and bounded off when Jabora looked around. “Where that she-helfa go now?”
Nay and Shay finally looked up from their phone to look around and shrugged when they couldn’t find the absent Duchess. “The usual.” They said in unison.
“I swear…” the smaller man shook his head.
Kagome was curious. They were most unusual pack she ever seen and couldn’t help but wonder how in the world they met each other. “How did you guys meet if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Oh we met in a foster home here in Chicago. I’m the oldest and of course Duchess is the baby girl. Nay, Shay and I knew each other long before we met Duchess. She was just placed into foster care right before I came of age to leave.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Kagome felt bad for prying in what was obviously a hard life. From what little she knew of children falling into foster care, human children leave foster care at 18 while demons leave at 50. So Jabora couldn’t be older than his late 50’s being that Duchess was no older than 25.
The man waved off her concern with a snort. “Girl, don’t be. We weren’t miserable. Yeah we we’re circulated from home to home but we eventually settled with a nice guardian who wasn’t grimy. We mostly took care of ourselves. And when I became old enough I made enough money to get my own place. I took Duchess in long before she was old enough to leave foster care. And that helfa bout worked my last nerve. Hell, she still do. Nay and Shay stayed in the streets and brought all kinds of critters home. That shit got old with me real quick and I had to whip them bitches into shape. I had to give them something constructive to do with themselves.”
“And stripping was a constructive way to spend your time?” Aimaru asked much too innocently.
Kagome could reach over the table to slap him. He could be a dick sometimes.
“It paid bills.” Jabora shrugged. “Don’t worry, I made sure they went to school and shit.”
Aimaru gave Kagome a look that spoke volumes. She shrugged at him. At least they went to school, what more can she ask for?
Duchess chose that moment to show and take a seat at the table. Everyone seemed oblivious to her arrival. Looking closely, Kagome frowned at the sight of a large Rolex on the Amazon’s wrist. Funny, she didn’t remember the woman having a watch when they got here. It’s probably just an oversight. She shook her head. “So where are you all from?”
“I was raised here in Chicago while them helfas came from the a little of everywhere, they lost track.” Jabora pointed between Nay and Shay who shrugged. They still didn’t pull their faces away from that phone. “Duchess crawled out of back woods of Mississippi somewhere.” Jabora teased.
“Triflin’ Yankee.” Duchess deadpanned.
“Ig’nant Voodoo Child.” Jabora chuckled back with the affection of a doting brother. The verbally racial insulting exchanges between them never failed to fascinate Kagome.
Aimaru suddenly brightened at a message he received on his cell phone and donned his most dramatic apologetic smile. “I regret that I have to call it an early evening. I’m needed elsewhere it seems. Adieu.” He threw a card on the table sending Kagome a warning glare. When she nodded and took the card, he pried a pouting Jabora off his arm and vacated the both.
“See you later boo.”
Kagome grinned at the sight of the demon fighting a full body shudder. When he was out of the building and out of hearing distance, she waved the shiny black card at the waitress. “We’re ready to order.”
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Aimaru neared his brother’s home slowly in his car.
Parked in front, he got out to peer up at the large mansion skeptically. Looking left then right, before proceeding, he noted inwardly, so far so good.
He neared the door when it opened. He looked left then right again ever so cautiously before taking a step pass the threshold. He was sure this to be a trap. Something had to be up for his brother to suddenly invite him over to speak with him.
The door closed behind him and he snapped around, fangs and claws unleashed ready to slay at the slightest provocation. He calmed at the sight of Claude watching him just as calmly, completely unshaken by his aggressive display. “This way young lord.” He extended a hand toward the study.
Aimaru studied the silent stoned faced butler. It bothered him since the last time he was here and he couldn’t take it anymore. “Where you present here a few days ago by any chance?”
“I’m always present young lord.” Claude answered modestly with a slight bow.
“And you let me wander about my brother’s home?”
“I didn’t. For you were not wandering my young lord; you were seeking.” He said in a low tone. “Again my young lord...” Again, the ancient smart ass extended his hand towards the study.
With a sneer, Aimaru insisted Claude go first then followed the old man down the hall on silent feet. He had to look down to check if the man had any. To that day, he couldn’t figure out if the man was human or not. It was like he was a phantom. He made no noise when he moved, showed no emotion, and kept mostly to himself. The seemingly decrepit old man always ghosted around the house and managed to be right where you need him before you knew you needed him there. Definitely not the behavior of a human, but he didn’t posses the aura of a demon either. So what the hell was he? Leave it to his brother to employ a fucking ghost.
The man turned and swept his arm toward the open door of the study. “If you will young lord...”
“Hm.” Aimaru slowly entered the study, still wary of the ghostly butler and watched him close the door behind him over his shoulder. “You employ interesting people brother dearest.”
“Hn.” The demon lord lowered the papers he was studying to peruse Aimaru critically. He reclined stiffly in his chair. His sibling then sighed softly in defeat, which was odd if not a bit disturbing. “The Demon Association Banquet this evening…”
Aimaru nodded. He knew of what his brother was inquiring about. So there was no need to play coy. “Yes I know of it and had planned to attend. I received an invitation yesterday evening.” At the slight tick in the demon lord’s brow, he grinned knowingly. “I’m guessing you will be needing assistance in attending this particular event hmm?”
“It would seem.” His brother answered sourly. It would have been funny. But something about this took the joy out of it. Pity; and such a lovely time to taunt him about it too. Why now of all times did Aimaru have to be sympathetic?
“I’ll be glad to…at a small price of course.” Aimaru strolled up to the demon lord’s desk and took a seat right on the polished surface to his annoyed sibling. When the demon lord showed no outright refusal, he continued. “Paid time-off. Just for the next few days.”
“You’ve never bothered to ask for time off before. Why start now brother?”
Shrugging, Aimaru reached to pick up the heavy solid gold paperweight from his brother’s desk. My, was this not an unnecessary purchase. His brother never kept clutter on his desk let alone a stack of sheets that may blow away in some nonexistent wind.
Always one to fiddle with things, Aimaru balanced the weight precariously in one had. “Well in the past you’ve always lowered my business shares by one percent and made sure I wasn’t compensated for the unauthorized time off. So...I thought I’d do it the proper way and swindle you into giving me fully compensated risk-free time off.” He smiled brightly.
“Deal.” Sesshoumaru said rather …easily. So easily that the quick acceptance nearly made Aimaru drop the weight on the multi thousand dollar handmade wooden table. There was no growling, no pen snapping, or as much as an eye twitch. He just agreed like he was offered the chance of a lifetime.
Hell, Aimaru felt he should have demanded the month off if his brother was that receptive.
“I’ll expect you to on duty next Monday. You will be compensated for this Thursday and Friday and will not be penalized. You may go. Return when you are ready and we will leave for the banquet together at a quarter to midnight.” His brother resumed to reading his papers completely dismissing a stunned Aimaru.
With nothing much else to say, Aimaru nodded dumbly. “Right.” Slowly, he lowered the paperweight to the desk, stood and stalked uneasily from the room. Of course the door was opened upon his proximity by the ever silent Claude.
The butler followed him to the door where he opened it and allowed Aimaru leave. Strolling into the cool air of the night, the large heavy door behind him closed with an eerie click. The action made him shiver. In fact, this whole ordeal disturbed him so much he gave a full body shudder.
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