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Chapter List
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Chapter 18:
After Hours
She had no idea
how it had happened. One moment, she was
making a very satisfied dramatic exit; the next, she was pinned to the wall by
a very domineering, if not endearing, hanyou.
It was just beginning to register that his hot lips were having their
way with hers and that his hands were resting in a very inappropriate manner on
her derri�re. Well, resting wasn�t the
correct way of describing it. He was
squeezing it, supporting it, and, believe it or not, stroking it. And, to Kagome�s utter horror, instead of
doing her Sango impersonation, she was threading her fingers in his hair and
pulling him closer. She was screwed, in
more ways than one. How had her simple
let�s be friends plan deteriorated into a hot desperate kiss?
He growled as
they broke fore air. She was in a
trance: his golden eyes were burning through her as she felt the temperature of
each of her cells increase twenty fold.
He was going to be the death of her.
�You want to
play with fire!� He accused as he ran
his hands underneath her shirt, sending electric chills to her core.
This wasn�t
right. She knew it. He knew it.
Did anyone care?
�What do you
want? She demanded, still trying to
catch her breath.
He slowly
trailed his hands downward, using his claws to lightly scratch her skin. Why was it getting harder for her to
breathe? He grabbed the waist of her
pants and tugged at it. There was no way
she could misunderstand that language.
It was clear that he didn�t want to borrow her jeans for a date. But, the frightening aspect of the situation
was that she was actually considering it.
Was she really going to risk her career, credibility and self-respect
for a good screw? She bit her tongue and
reminded herself that she was an ambitious and determined young woman with
morals.
�I want
more.� She looked at him defiantly. If she was going to put so much on the line,
there was no way in hell it was just for one night. No, she would have more than that. She would have many nights of playing �Hide
the Clothes.� Not only that, she wanted
dates; she wanted to cuddle; she wanted to fall asleep on the couch with him
after watching cheesy horror flick marathon.
He raised an
eyebrow in question. �Are you sure you
can handle it?�
�Don�t
underestimate me.� She ordered as she
pushed away from the wall. He gave her
breathing room. This conversation had
just taken an interesting turn. If he
understood right, she wanted a marathon sex night. As previously mentioned, the hanyou wasn�t
good at communicating. �The question
should be: can you handle me?�
She wasn�t sure
how to interpret his smirk. It reminded
her of a five-year-old, who had just realized that Santa had brought him
everything he had asked for, even after running over the family cat with his
tricycle on purpose. It wasn�t a
pleasant look to be under. He took a
step forward. She did not back
down. His fingers hooked around her belt
before pulling towards him. This is what
he wanted; wasn�t it? Screwing without
the chance of screwing up, that was what he was good at. So, why was he feeling cheated?
Kagome saw the
uncertainty in his eyes, and jumped head first into the wrong conclusion. It was more than evident, thanks to his not
so relaxed jeans, that he was attracted to her.
The doubt wasn�t due to that.
That only left one other option: he didn�t want a relationship. Who was she kidding? In the last three years she had be following him
as a story, he had never had anything besides fuck buddies. Why would that change now? Who was she to make the difference? She wasn�t even his type�or at least like the
kind of girls he tended to take back to his place.
�Forget
it.� She pushed him away as she headed
for the door.
�What the
fuck�s your problem?� He demanded. Was she playing with his head, or just
looking to get her ass killed.
�You!� She screamed back. �I can�t believe you!�
�Me?� He yelled indignantly. �You were all for it two seconds ago!�
�I told you,
Inu Yasha. I want more�I deserve
better! I refuse to turn into your play
thing. If you don�t want a relationship,
fine, but don�t play me in the mean time!�
She yelled as her hand reached for the doorknob. She gasped in pain as the world turned black. Her neck was on fire. She couldn�t breathe. All she could do was fade into the darkness. The less she struggled, the less it
hurt. Soon, she was swallowed by
darkness.
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�It�s
happened!� Madame Centipede gasped. She was in the back room of her brothel,
doing some last minute adjustments to one of her girl�s dresses. She dropped the cloth as she gasped for
breath. She had felt the jewel surge
through her. The priestess and the
hanyou had bounded.
Things were
moving faster than she expected. She
could only pray they hadn�t consummated their relationship. She might not be prepared in time� The jewel
had moved closer to the surface�consummation of the relationship would probably
cause it to burst out.
Madame
Centipede picked up the phone. She would
tear it out before it that happened.
Once it reached the surface, anyone could sense it. She couldn�t allow Naraku to feel the ancient
presence unless the jewel was in her hand first.
She slithered
among the velvet drapes. Normally, she
would have called the Shichinintai, but Jakotsu was probably not too happy with
her at the moment. She wouldn�t push the
Agency that far. They wanted the jewel
too. She would take a more daring
step�she would call Naraku.
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�I don�t
understand why you�re mad!� Miroku
demanded. He was standing in front of Sango�s
apartment building, hoping she would let him in. His time to enjoy her was quickly coming to
an end. The General had given him until
the end of the month, and according to his watch, it was the 21^st.
�What�s so
difficult to grasp, Miroku? I don�t
appreciate you walking me to my door dressed like that!�
�It�s only a
purple shirt.� He defended.
�It�s the
pants.�
�What about
them?� He was sure glad the wind wasn�t
blowing too hard. It was chilly.
�You�re not
wearing them!� Sango protested.
�You try
walking in those. I could barely
breathe!�
�Did you have
to throw them out the window while the car was moving?�
�I was making a
statement. Besides, I�m wearing underwear.�
He protested as he pulled his shirt to reveal his matching bikini
brief. Sango looked away embarrassed.
�I had enough
of you for tonight.� She yelled back.
�But you
haven�t given me my good night kiss.
Everyone knows that dates end with kisses.� He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Sango silently prayed for a patrol car to drive
up and arrest the monk for indecent exposure.
�You don�t
deserve one!�
�Even after
taking all those bullets for you?�
Miroku insisted.
�I just found
out that you are on the Shichinintai payroll!
Not only do you scout out customers for them, but you apparently also
use their services!�
�What are you
rambling about?� Miroku asked, generally
confused.
��You drive
your cab downtown.�� She replied with
venom filled words.
�I just work
the area.�
�Scouting
customers for them.� She accused.
�Like I told Jakotsu,
I only pick up female customers.�
�So, then, you
use the �downtown� services.�
�You�re
jealous.� Miroku concluded as a wide
smile spread across his face.
�Of what?�
�Another woman
touching me!� He threw his arms around
her. �Fear not, my sweet Sango. You are the only woman for me. You are the only one I hold dearly.�
�Hentai!� She screamed as she slapped him. Her momentary discomfort was forgotten when
his hands hugged south of the border.
�And I will
rest easy knowing that you only hit me
like that.� He winked seductively before
making his way back to his cab. How
could a man walk with so much pride and no pants?
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Kagura sat on
the couch reviewing the papers her father had sent over. She was supposed to fix the Parking Complex
problem Kagome had caused. She
smiled. It may be more work for her, but
she didn�t mind. The look on Naraku�s
face was worth it. She had kicked off
her shoes a while back, and now laid on the couch with a file on her lap. Sesshomaru�s living room wasn�t very
homely. It was painted a strange shade
of beige that did not go very well with the blue curtains. The furniture and decorations were of the
highest quality, making the room look more like a Modern Victorian Museum
exhibit than a place to relax. The flat
screen television looked quite out of place among the antique furniture, but
Kagura didn�t pay any mind. She might
have been more comfortable in the guestroom, but she had spent too much time
for her liking in that room.
She looked over
to the child laying on the floor watching the television set. Apparently, this was her evening
routine. �It�s going to start! It�s going to start!�
The screen
changed as the opening sequence of Rin�s favorite anime started. �In a time long ago,� the voice over
announcer began, �before humans and youkai coexisted, one miko stood up to the
evil youkai Lords. This is her story: It�s time for Midoriko and Friends!� Kagura looked up to see the animated
priestess standing next to a fire-cat youkai.
Rin stood up; keeping her arms stretched out, she twirled as she sang
along, �Midoriko�strong heart of purification�Friend to all that is good�Come
save the world from evil!�
Kagura smiled
and returned to her work. There had to
be another place in the city that had land that could be developed. Rin kept singing off-key, and Kagura kept
working. Both were unaware of the
observant eyes in a nearby office.
�Sango has a
kitty just like Midoriko.� Rin informed
as she sat back down to watch the episode.
�Sango?� Kagura looked at the child in surprise.
�Sango-sama�she
works with Jaken-sama and Sesshomaru-sama.�
Rin informed.
�You mean Sango
Kizu� You two are friends?�
�She always has
candy for Rin when she comes to visit Sesshomaru-sama.� Kagura made a mental note of the information,
unsure why. There was something about it
that felt urgent to her, as if the gods were sending her a direct message.
She returned
her work and Rin to her show. The child
was quiet, and Kagura easily tuned out the television set. It wasn�t until a sound track similar to
World War III came on that Kagura looked up again. The show had ended, and a new, more action
oriented one had come on. She looked at
the child, lying on her belly with her head resting on her hands before her.
�Rin?� She asked softly.
No response.
She kicked the
girl softly.
No response.
Kagura sighed
and stood up. There was no sense in
letting her stay there. Not worrying
about wrinkling her dress, she picked up the girl in her arms. Rin unconsciously hooked her arms around
Kagura�s neck while resting her head on the older woman�s shoulder. Carefully, Kagura made her way to the stairs. Rin was heavier than she looked. Before worrying about her back, she
readjusted the girl�s weight on her arms and climbed the stairs softly, so not
to wake her. She had reached the top
step when an agitated toad ran past her. He beat Kagura to Rin�s room and
opened the door. By the time Kagura
reached the bedroom, Jaken had pulled the blankets on the bed aside and plugged
in the nightlight.
Kagura reasoned
that Rin must usually fall asleep in front of the television. She wasn�t surprised. The child was too energetic. Kagura softly deposited her on the bed and
pulled the covers over her. Out of
habit, she kissed her on her forehead.
Rin smiled before she borrowed herself deeper into the covers. Realizing what she had done, Kagura shrugged
it off as a side affect of having to tuck Akago into bed every night. Habits were hard to break. Jaken was already heading out of the room in
front of her. �She likes her door
slightly ajar.� The toad informed as she
was closing it behind her.
Turning to
return to the living room, she came face to face with her host. How long had he been there? She nodded to acknowledge his presence before
continuing on her way. Though she did
not turn around, she was sure he had gone into the girl�s room.
She thought
nothing more of the demon lord or his ward as she returned to the living room
and put her papers in order. There was
no sense in trying to continue working.
She wasn�t in the mood. She was
placing the papers into her file when one fell to the ground. Unrolling it, she discovered it was the city
layout for where they were originally planning to build the Columbians� Parking
Complex. Instead, Paradise Hills
Park would stay put. She looked for the slab of concrete on the
map, Plot S24663. She froze. That S kind of looked like a 5� Could she
have been right all along? Could the
jewel have been that close by. She would
have to inform Naraku in the morning. It
was safer that way.
In the
meantime, she had to take drastic measures.
She grabbed her shoes and papers before rushing back to her room. She dropped everything on bed. Grabbing her purse, she quickly picked out a
feather. When she had been younger, she
had worn them in her hair, but not for fashion.
They held a more practical purpose: Transportation. She wrote a quick note on the feather with
her youki before opening the window. Once the cool night�s air touched the feather,
it transformed into a larger state. She
released it into the air knowing it would make it to Old Miko before sun rise. That should be more than enough time for them
to extract the jewel before Naraku, without putting her loyalty in
question.
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Akago screamed
as the force field around Kagura�s heart forced his claws away. As part of his punishment, he was supposed to
monitor Kagura�s loyalties. Her attraction
to Sesshomaru was well known, and Akago�s jealousy was never kept hidden. Naraku could not have guessed that there
would have been a greater rival for his son in that house. Akago replayed the image again. There was a unique tenderness in the kiss
Kagura gave Rin. She never kissed him
like that. He always had to remind
her. She was supposed to love him and
only him.
�She�s very
lovely.� Kanna�s soft voice broke his
tantrum. The woman-child took the heart
from the young lord and returned it to its place in the vault behind her. They had been in the Safe the entire day, and
finally, she had gotten a bit of entertainment.
The bullets had interfered with Akago�s sight, but now that Kagura was
fully recovered, there was nothing obstructing the boy�s powers.
�She only loves
me!�
�The girl is
only a cheap replacement.� Kanna reassured with her soft tone. �Though, Kagura is more likely to want a
daughter.�
�She has a
son!� Akago yelled back, the veins in
his eyes swelling.
�Mothers want
daughters. Fathers want sons.� Kanna informed softly before leaving the
safe.
He wouldn�t
allow that. If Kagura didn�t want him,
she would want no one. He would take
care of the situation the way his father had taught him. With a sinister smile, he also left the
vault, unaware of the ever watching eye of his father.
Naraku sighed
from his office as he shut off his monitor.
Out of all his children, he would never have guessed that the only one
that would remain loyal to him would be Kagura.
He had seen her find the map. Her
first thought had been to inform him as soon as Sesshomaru left. He had already begun to investigate the
property. If the jewel was there, he
would find it.
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Myoga sat in
his dim-lit office. He had been there
all day, running leads. He had decided
to concentrate his energy in finding who had set the bomb in Inu Yasha�s
bar. He had a feeling that it was the
same guy that tried to kill Kagura. How
had it come to this? He remembered the
days when being associated with a Takahashi meant no one would mess with you,
but ever since Takahashi senior�s assassination, it had all gone to hell.
He sighed
running the last of the programs. He was
looking for open arson related cases with similar M.O. �s to what occurred in
the bar. Perhaps a suspect from one of
those cases would pop. The computer
showed fifteen unsolved cases in Tokyo,
twenty-five in the nation. He wasn�t
surprised. Too many people burned down
their establishments to collect the insurance money. He narrowed the field by choosing only cases
where someone had died. The computer
glowed over his chubby face as the hits were cut in half.
He needed to
thank Sango for the program he was about run.
He took those results and ran them to see which of them had similar
suspects or witnesses. Out of the twenty
left, eight had a common link. They were
also almost twenty years old. He opened
one of the files and was surprised to see a familiar face looking back at
him. Taro Higurashi had been interviewed
in ten of the open cases. He had been
the expert called in by the fire department.
Apparently, it had been trained in home made explosives while in the
army.
Normally, a
name this old would be discarded, but considering the identity of Inu Yasha�s
companion that day, he had to wonder.
Maybe Taro didn�t appreciate his daughter dating a hanyou� �Perhaps,� he thought as he ran a different
search, �there is something else all together.
Perhaps, it isn�t a coincidence that Kagome had been there during both
assassination attempts. Perhaps Taro is
dead, and Kagome has decided to walk in his footsteps.�
Myoga closed
his eyes and was flooded with the memory of her screams. She had bypassed security and accidentally
walked into the morgue. They had needed
to use dental records to confirm his identity.
The only thing left were charred bones covered with tight dry
flesh. No one had been able to stop her
from pulling the sheet back.
It took three
police officers and the coroner on duty to sedate the sixteen-year-old girl. She had to be scarred. But, she looked so serene and composed on
television�perhaps she had snapped�perhaps this was an elaborate way for her to
gain revenge, or make some money.
Her banking
records showed no abnormalities. Now, to
find a connection with her and the Takahashis.
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Inu Yasha
walked back to the bar as his aura fluctuated.
How he had lost control like that, he would never know. He cursed himself as he grabbed a dish towel from
behind the bar and began to fill it with ice.
�Hey, where�s
your girlfriend?� Shippo asked as he
took a minute from flirting with Luna to attend to his boss.
�None of your
fucking business.� He growled.
Shippo took a
second to examine him. All color rushed
from his face. �You didn�t! You wouldn�t!�
�I said it was
none of your fucking business!� Inu
Yasha growled as he towered over the younger male. Shippo didn�t back down. He stared Inu Yasha in the eye.
�If she were
demon, even hanyou, I wouldn�t care.
But, damn it Yasha, she�s human.
You could have paralyzed her�maybe killed her with that.�
�I fucking know
what I�m doing!�
�Do you?
There�s a reason humans commit with words and not fangs!�
�She�s
fine�just out of it!� Inu Yasha
growled. �And don�t fucking forget I�m
half human.� He stormed back to his
office. He had made a makeshift bed for
her out an old blanket he had brought to cover the floor while painted, but
never got around to use it. He was
wrong, but when she said she wanted a relationship, his instincts kicked in.
He placed the
ice pack on the back of the girl�s neck, over his bite marks. Humans used rings, jackets, and even tattoos
to mark their significant other. Demons
used their fangs. A bite to the back of
the neck meant a starting relationship.
A bite to the wrist meant the consummation of a relationship. Bite marks over the heart marked a mated
couple.
Inu Yasha
sighed as he laid beside her. Shippo had
been right. He was an idiot!
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Old Miko�s
office was dark as her desk light provided the only light. The windowless room was still as she flipped
threw the pages of the report before her.
What could it all mean? Akago had
placed a hit on Kagura. Someone had
placed a hit on Inu Yasha. Kouga said the
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This situation
was getting more bizarre by the minute.
Onnanoko must be spread quite thin.
Both of her charges were on other assassins� hit lists. She wasn�t worried over it. Onnanoko was the best in the business. She had been trained from birth. She had been brought into this world for the
sole purpose of carrying out the Agency�s missions. She had been bred from the best stock. Her mind had been stimulated since she was an
infant. Her conscious had been
surgically removed with the mask she wore.
She was no one: A ghost that only existed in the fears of those powerful
enough to suspect her existence.
Old Miko
smiled. Her agents were the best. They had infiltrated the most prominent
families in existence. At this moment,
there was an agent in the Bush household that was going as undetected as the
one in the Takahashi family. Onnanoko
had preferred to watch Inu Yasha and Kagura from afar, but agents, like Chikai¹,
preferred a more direct route. Becoming part
of the household held its infinite benefits.
A sudden wind
current caught the woman�s attention.
She was in an underground vault.
There shouldn�t be any wind currents.
A feather dropped on her desk as a chill filled her body. �Taro.�
She whispered. She had felt his
aura. Was his ghost here?
�If you were
really here, I would be dead by now.�
She thought solemnly.
Looking down at
the feather, she realized its importance.
She needed to page her twins. She
paused. How had the feather gotten to
her office? It should have only found
its way to her door. Someone needed to
bring it down here. She felt the odd
chill return. Perhaps there was a reason
Taro couldn�t rest.
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It was late when
Jakotsu decided he had made his boy toys wait long enough. He would figure out how to put Madame
Centipede out of business in the morning.
He was interviewing potential new employees then. Perhaps, one of them could become the star
that would separate him from the deformed bitch forever.
He blew out the
candles and enjoyed the how the darkness fell like a heavy curtain on the
room. He felt the cool draft of the
night, and stopped. He kept his window
closed. The chilly bite of steal
surrounded his neck as he was grabbed from behind.
�Otokonoko!� He gasped.
�Good evening,
Jakotsu.�
�I haven�t seen
you this mad since that time I asked your sister to join me in my
playroom.� The figure pressed the knife
harder against Jakotsu�s neck. �I know it
isn�t my time yet�you would have killed me by now.�
�Tonight.�
�I already
explained that.�
�I want the
whole truth.�
�Do you think
I�m stupid? I know if Madame Centipede
has set up shop so quickly is because you allowed her to! That violates our agreement, and therefore,
the Higurashis are fair game.�
�The Higurashis
are never fair game, and if I allowed Centipede back, it was because I was sure
you supplied a better product.�
�Oh, you say
the sweetest things.� Jakotsu purred,
and Otokonoko pressed the knife hard enough to allow a drop of blood to escape
the other man�s neck.
�Why did you
risk discovery by Kizu?�
�Kill two birds
with one hit. We have received a request
to have her taken care off.�
�From who?�
�I can�t tell
you without violating customer-contractor confidentiality!� Jakotsu whined. Otokonoko slowly moved the knife from the
man�s neck, up his face, and left it a centimeter from Jakotsu�s eye.
�Perhaps I
should make an example of you.�
Otokonoko whispered.
Jakotsu
swallowed hard. He wasn�t sure a glass
eye would go well with his wardrobe.
�It came from
the same person who ordered Higurashi�s hospital hit, and that�s all I feel
comfortable telling you.� Jakotsu held
his ground. There was no reason in
admitting his fear.
Otokonoko moved
the knife slightly away before informing, �Kizu�s hit belongs to the
Agency.�
Realizing his
torture was over, Jakotsu dared to rub himself against Otokonoko and whisper in
a sultry voice, �If you would like to punish me, I do have some new toys in my
bedroom.� He screamed as he was thrown
forward. Turning around, he realized
Otokonoko had already left.
Jakotsu stood
up, brushed his pink pants clean, and complained, �He never spends the night!�
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It was three in
the morning when Kagura woke up with a dry mouth and a rumbling stomach. She definitely needed something to munch
on. She had made her way downstairs
without running into anyone. The house
felt dead as she walked in the darkness, and made a mental not of it. It might be necessary to know when she
left.
She didn�t have
any trouble finding the kitchen. The
large square room was spotless. She took
a plate of cold chicken and a bottle of soda from the refrigerator and placed
it on the island. She felt a bit
uncomfortable standing underneath the knives and pans the cooks had hanging
above it, but it was the only thing that resembled a table in the room.
She was going
through the cabinets, looking for a glass, when she heard the male grunts. She walked to the door on the other end of
the room. It was closed, and looked like
it led to a harmless pantry, but men didn�t grunt in pantries; did they? She opened the door and discovered the pantry
was actually the exercise room.
Her first
instincts upon seeing him doing pushups with four large round weights on his
back was to leave, but knowing that he was already aware of her presence, she
decided to have a little fun. Closing
the door behind her, she made her way across the dark room, toward the sweaty male. �Isn�t it a little early for physical
exertion?� She asked mockingly as she
stepped in front of him. Her bare legs
were in his line of visions as he went up and down. Her smooth ankles, and then moved up to her
silky bare thighs, and back down again.
�It�s never too
early or late for physical exertion.� He
replied in his stoic manner.
She shrugged
before squatting down to his level. Her
satin robe slid from her shoulder, revealing a stretch of creamy skin.
�What are you
doing up?� He asked, not missing a
repetition.
�I was
hungry.� She answered as if were the
most obvious thing in the world. �Why
are you exercising at this hour?�
�No one
disturbs me.� With one strung push, he
brought himself to a standing position.
He quickly moved his arms back, in order to catch the disks before they
fell to the ground. Placing them in
their appropriate spot, he turned to her and said, �But, since you�re here,
perhaps I can use your services.�
His voice was
stoic, but her response was the same as if hadn�t been. She folded her arms in front of her while
standing her ground firmly. He was only
wearing a lose pair of running pants.
His bare chest glistened in the dark room as sweat dripped down his
chiseled chest and abs. Wasn�t there an
exercise video named after him? Body of
Steel? Kami, he looked delicious, not
that she would admit it.
�It�s hard to
find someone to spar with. This day and
age, most demons have gone soft. My
brother provides some entertainment, but it leaves much to be desired.�
�You want me to
fight you? You are aware that I have no
training in hand to hand combat.�
�I also know
that your wind blade is deadly.�
Sesshomaru replied as he pointed to a scar on his left arm.
�You deserved
that. You never enter a lady�s room or
office without knocking first. Luckily,
I was almost done changing.�
Sesshomaru held
his comment. They had been working
together for almost fifty years. The
sexual tension had been felt since the first day, and had only grown with time. Though they had done an amazing job of
ignoring, the incident in the elevator showed they were only fooling
themselves. Ever since he tasted her
lips, he had wanted nothing more than to own them. That was a dangerous desire.
She moved
towards him, �Without a fan, I can�t use the majority of my powers. The better the fan, the stronger the
delivery.� She explained.
�I�ll go easy
on you.� He promised as she rolled her
eyes. With a flick of her wrist, a wind
blade flew towards him. He easily dodged
it.
�You will get
no more warnings.�
He moved
towards her at an amazing speed, and was surprise at her agility. Though she dare stand before him, she was
better at distance attacks, giving Sesshomaru an undeniable advantage. He grabbed her from behind, and quickly found
he was only holding an empty robe. She
used her wind powers to knock him off her feet.
He looked up and saw her in the short satin gown. It barely covered the usually conservative
female. His excellent eyes were able to
see the contours of her body underneath the light satin. His mouth watered as her nipples harden,
proving she wasn�t wearing a bra. �You
shouldn�t disrobe a woman unless you mean it.�
He grabbed her
ankle and enjoyed her soft skin as he threw her off her feet. He pulled her towards him, and enjoyed her
shriek of surprise. He trailed his claws
up her inner leg as she gasped for breath.
Chills were running through her body as the scent of her arousal filled
the room. �Is that an invitation?� His voice did not reveal a single emotion as he
towered over her.
�Like you would
ever need one!� She accused. His smirk was dark as he lowered his face
towards her.
�I�m a
gentleman. I would never go where I�m
not invited.� Kagura�s breath hitched as
his growl rumbled through her body.
�What are you
doing?� She trembled as his hands pushed
the night gown to her waist. His claws
hooked underneath the elastic string of her lacy bikini underwear.
�Knocking.� He replied softy as he cut through the
fabric. His lips gently teased hers as his
hands continue to push the nightgown northward.
She had to stop this. It was
wrong. It would end badly. She remembered her first, a cat demon she had
met during feudal times. Naraku had made
her watch as his slowly killed him.
Throughout the centuries, five others followed. She had stopped things with Kouga before his
life was put at risk. It had been so
long since she had felt the love of a man, since she had given into carnal
desire. He ran his clawed hands over her
sensitive breasts. Wasn�t she entitled
to this? Couldn�t she, for once, have
something for her? Besides, if anyone
could survive Naraku�s wrath, wasn�t it Sesshomaru.
With one swift
move, she had the dog demon on his back.
He looked up in surprise as her wavy hair framed her face. �Are you sure you want to play with
fire?� She asked in a sultry voice. Just because she had been abstaining for the
past century did not mean she did not know how to play the game.
He
smirked. �Is that an invitation?� His
hands went to her hips.
�No.� She smiled knowingly as he raised an eyebrow
in question. Leaning back, she pulled
her nightgown over her head and announced, �This is.�
Quickly, he had
her on her back again, his tongue tracing invisible patterns over her bare
flesh. She gasped as he settled himself
between her legs. He teased her nipples
with his fangs as she threaded her fingers in his hair. They had been working towards this for fifty
years: doubt wasn�t an issue.
Kagura was
loud, as her moans reassured the demon lord of what path to take. He nipped and teased her skin as me moved
towards her bellybutton. She arched her
back toward him. �I need you.� She confessed, making him smirk with
power. He had needed her that day in the
elevator, and he needed her now. The
fact that his pants had suddenly become too small was more than enough
proof. But first, he needed to make sure
she would never scream anyone else�s name in passion. He was going to completely steal her away
from her father. After he was done, she
would be addicted to him.
Kagura bit her
tongue as Sesshomaru worked his way down her bikini line. He sunk his fangs in her inner thigh and
enjoyed her scream. He drank her blood,
knowing it would only make her more susceptible to his ministrations. She was convulsing beneath him. Her nails, buried deep within the wooden
floor beneath her, were threatening to attack his back: something he would
enjoy.
He pretended to
let her catch her breath, but, the second she let her guard down, he used a
clawed finger to separate her folds. She
screamed his name. He smirked before
plunging his tongue inside her. He
stroke her slow at first, teasing her.
She was whimpering bellow him, and he was enjoying each tear she shed
because of him. Without warning, he
changed his speed. Rubbing her jewel
vigorously, he pumped her hard. She
tried to hold back, but each stroke brought her closer to heaven. She screamed as she allowed the warmth to
envelope her.
He quickly
drank her offering before moving above her.
He kissed her fiercely, knowing she could smell him perfectly. She moaned in desperation; she needed
more. Ripping his pants from his body,
he decided to take some pleasure for himself.
He pulled her head up, tilting it so that he would have perfect access
to her neck. She screamed as he
simultaneously penetrated her in two ways.
Her neck was hurt as his fangs pulsated inside her. Slowly he pulled them out and licked the
blood from the wounds. She laid limply
below him: feeling but unable to take any action against him. He would let her have her fun tomorrow night.
�Please.� She whispered in her half-hallucinatory
state. He complied with a rhythm that
would have made a Latin dancer proud. He
moved faster as she somehow managed to wrap her legs around his waist. Her screams fueled his passion as he felt the
end coming. She was tight, fresh and
slick. She was perfect. He teased her breast as she arched herself
towards him. Burying his claws on the
floor by her head, he realized he couldn�t hold back much longer. The damn was held in place for too long. He bit her breast hard. Screaming, she fell into a sea of light. She had never felt so good, so free. One thrust, two thrusts, three�he came with
enough force to push her over the edge a third time.
Sesshomaru
couldn�t keep from collapsing above her.
�I told you it wasn�t too early for some physical exertion.� He whispered as he tried to regain his
breath. In a few minutes, he would get
up and carry her to his room. In the
mean time, he would enjoy her hospitality.
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It was five in
the morning when Inu Yasha made his way over to the local supermarket. Kagome had woken up in not a very good
mood. Deciding the best way to appease
her was food, he offered to pick up something to eat while she showered. He was glad he had finished fixing his
bathroom the week before, and even gladder he had decided to paint his
apartment after the kitchen incident.
Seeing he had painted the dinning and living room the way she had
suggested would definitely give him bonus points.
He walked past Paradise Hills Park
and smiled. His woman had saved
that. There was a strange pride surging
through him as he thought of her: His
woman. They were in a committed
relationship, and she couldn�t deny it.
She wanted it; she wanted him. He
smiled, genuinely happy. He could never
have guess to find such a woman. Looking
up, he saw dark figures moving around the swings. �They better not be putting their gang tags
here!� Inu Yasha thought as he moved
into the park.
�Hey, you!�
Inu Yasha was
never able to confront the individuals.
He was never able to see who they might be. All he saw was the large deformed metal that
used to be a seesaw heading towards him.
The explosion had been large as it rocked a four block radius. The windows shattered; the car alarms went
off; people ran to the streets in sheer panic.
But, as the dust settled, a single hanyou laid beneath trampled metal
and concrete, gasping for air as all strength left his body. �Kagome.�
He dedicated his last thought to her.
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Well, here is
your weekend installment. Do enjoy, and
I expect lots of reviews. I know you are
all ready to kill me. It is a heavy
cliffhanger, but, in my defense, a good one.
Before I forget, do not be surprised if the next update takes a
bit. I have developed a chronic pain in
my right wrist that intensifies when I write.
I have already informed my boss, who is getting me new wrist rests for
the computer, and I have a doctor�s appointment. Since my job requires lots of typing, I think
I�m going to have to cut back on story writing.
On the bright side, we are quickly reaching the climax. There is not much left. By the way, since I�m seeing a bunch of you
going, �is that really were the jewel is or is she playing us again?� let me
remind you that in a previous chapter, Madame Centipede tells you were the
jewel is.

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