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Ties That Bond
By : Riomi
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Chapter List
- 1-Ties That Bond
- 2-Misconception Connection
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Title: Ties that Bond

Author: Riomi

Email: Riomi_Sess@msn.com

Pairing: Contemplating Canon...with a twist.

Summary: In one weird way or another Kagome has found many of the strange people she has met to be connected but it all starts at one misconception.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters mentioned within this fic. They belong to their creator who is, Rumiko Takahashi.

Misconception Connection
"How could you let the alarm go off?" the irate amber eyed thief berated huburuburn haired sidekick.
Shippou watched his partner pace back and forth with his hands locked together and hidden under the shaggy sleeves of his crimson top. His lengthy pale blonde hair flowed behind him in each stride and whipping him in the face when changing direction. If this continued Inuyasha would surely wear a hole in his living room floor.
"First of all I was giving you a countdown for when the censors would recover power, but you were too damn busy ogling at all the pretty pictures." Shippou leaned back on his plush sofa and arched an eyebrow, waiting for his new excuse.
The pale haired man paused in mid-step, then spun to face his comrade. Unclasping his hands, he shook his right palm while retorting, "They could have been worth something, and Kami knows Kurada's loaded." He dropped his hand to his side after exaggerating his point.
The emerald-eyed teen shook his head negatively and sighed, "You know the drill Inuyasha, and it wasn't in our itinerary. Worth something or not you have to be blind to everything but what we came to get." He caught the flash of defeat in his partner's eyes; he relaxed knowing the argument was won. Though passing the opportunity to gloat didn't look like an option.
Smirking he added, "Aren't you the professional, thought you would know this already Inuyasha."
Inuyasha snapped his arms crossed and looked away, "Feh."
Shippou left it there but he knew the real underlying qualm had yet to addressed. They didn't screw up like this on a regular basis, his friend just needed to be assured that this wasn't really that bad of a screw up.
"No one could possibly know it was us."
This seemed to be exactly what Inuyasha needed to hear...to try again at winning a new dispute. He looked back at Shippou, his arms still crossed with a lazy uncharacteristic calm gracing his features. "I'm pretty sure someone suspects us."
He immediately knew whom he had in mind. His half brother of course. Detective Sesshoumaru Nishi was truly out to get them. He was always on their trail but, luckily, they always left a clean one. Though that couldn't stop the man from suspecting them, true. He had nothing on them so there should be no worries; Shippou was sure to fix the little mess left behind last night.
He waved his hands as if shooing away a pest, "We have alibi's and false witnesses if it really comes down to it, and Myoga always has our back."
Inuyasha scoffed, unconvinced, "If my brother hounded Myoga enough I'm sure he would go running for his money."
"Point well taken but we both know it will never get to that, they- he has nothing on us."
He gave a grunt of acceptance but the tension hung over his head, Shippou could feel it. Obviously other things still plagued his partner's mind and now it looks like it was up to him to clean up as usual.
"You know what you need? You need a night to just clear your head, party, have a few drinks... meet a few ladies." Shippou grinned broadly and wriggled his eyebrows comically. What he offered was bait and he was more that sure his buddy would bite.
Inuyasha contemplated the offer silently and expertly held back the chuckle that threatened to burst from his lips. The eyebrows always got to him.
"You're right." he finally agreed.
Shippou sprung to his feet with a triumphant smirk on his face, "I know I'm right," he walked to a small closet door and opened it "Grab your coat we're leaving." he instructed while pulling his own jacket from the shady depths of his mothball scented closet.
His comrade snickered, amusement and curiosity lighting his honey-tinged eyes, "Where to, runt?" he grabbed his coat from edgeedge of Shippou's old brown armchair.
The teen rolled his eyes in detests and opened the front door, "The Kazaana, baka."

~*~
An ebony haired young woman followed close behind her high pony-tailed brunette trainer. Her breath was short but she was sure to keep up and not be swallowed by the immense crowd of dancing and mingling clubbers.
"Taijiya-sama," the follower voiced, her tone was strained from trying to speak over the unrestrained boom of beats being spun by the disc jockey, "is it always this packed?"
The brunette glanced over her shoulder and flashed an exhausted grin, then looked forward without once slowing down. "Please call me Sango and yeah, it gets pretty full here every night."
The trainee's foggy blue orb's widened and the dim lights played in them as she grimaced. She didn't mind it being so crowded; it was just the pressure of having to please so many... that scared her.
As if sensing her newly acquired associates' expression, without looking back she assured her, "It's not that bad, I'm sure you'll fit right in Kagome-san." her voice was cool and it certainly convinced the trainee.
Still following, her grimace melted into a confident smile, "Thank you, Ta- Sango-san."
"I beg just Sango," She led Kagome behind her pristine bar to a door that opened to a small locker room. "Okay, let's get you changed."
Kagome squinted her eyes in confusion and from the sudden brightness of the room's fluorescent light, "Changed?"
Sango nodded her head, already digging in a locker and hinting toward an open one, "That's your personal locker," stepping back she held a black spandex outfit that resembled her own, though blue spaghetti trim replaced what would have been pink, she held it out to the newbie, "This is your uniform, one size fits all, there are shower's in the back for end shifts though I wouldn't use it until Ouna-sama has left... he can't keep to himself."
Kagome only shook her head dumbly; the woman was going a mile a minute. She took the outfit into her hands and surprisingly realized it was a soft velvet-like fabric. Though this cued her trainer to continue.
"I'll start you on the tables, just take orders and smile, if there's trouble come to me, though we hardly get disorderly drunks." the brunette turned to the locker once more and reached on the single shelf, she retrieved a small laminated card that had a clip on one side, a mini notepad and black mechanical pencil, this was placed on Kagome's short heap of clothing.
"That's your name tag and stuff to take orders with. I'll go open the bar and leave you to change but before I do, any questions?" the bartender smiled cheerfully, her brown eyes bright and welcoming.
Kagome nipped at her bottom lip in thought. She pretty much got the gist of things during her hectic tour and her instructions seemed simple enough. "Everything seems clear to me." she chided.
"Great!" she remarked, "Welcome to the team." with that the trainer nodded her head and left her trainee to set up the bar.
Kagome stood in the same spot for a few moments, just taking in her surroundings and acknowledging her new responsibilities.
To think, Yuka really was good for something other than drinking like a fish... at her expense. Yup, her best friend was no longer a psychic with super powers... she was a genie, a wavy haired drinkin' genie. She had of course granted her this opportunity.
She chuckled and set her things at the bottom of her locker so she could begin undressing.
Her mind wondered back to her genie friend and the deal made to keep her quiet... at least about Hojou. The girl did nothing but drink and blubber on about how she didn't have a special someone, leaving an embarrassed Kagome sober and having to flash apologetic smiles to anyone who came within a 10 foot radius.
Luckily they came here and the kind bartender, Sango, was used to the emotional types. She spoke to her drunken friend and somehow Yuka managed to retain a sober memory, that Kagome was aching for a job, so she expressed it, as best she could, to Sango.
At the time Kagome was ready to strangle her slurring friend. Who would want hire her knowing she befriended a drunken psychic? Well, the Kazaana obviously. Little did she know the bartender was already sizing her up to offer a job. Now she was ready to smother Yuka with words of thanks and mind spinning glomps.
Well she got the job with her best friend to thank and on the first try too. Things were just getting better and better. Though when she stepped into the bottom portion of her new uniform and pulled it up to her midriff... she thought otherwise. The ankles were flared and from the knee up it hugged her form a bit too close for comfort.
If given the choice she certainly wouldn't have chosen something of this sort to serve drinkers in... but she didn't and she needed money, she wouldn't let an immodest ensemble make her bitter.
Slipping her arms through the sleeves, she pulled the front closed and fastened three metal knobs, which ran from her neck across her left breast and under her arm. She grabbed her nametag that featured her name in print and the clubs title in script, and clipped it over the second clasp. She eyed a short apron and tied it around her waist, the wrap somewhat recovered the modesty she felt was lost; her mind fell at ease... for now anyways.
After sticking the notepad in the apron pocket and placing the pencil behind her ear, she took a deep breath and headed for the door.
When she opened it and started walking out a seemingly teenage boy crashed into her causing her to stagger back and fall on her rear, the boy mimicked her actions but he was first to regain his footing while she sat trying to gather her startled thoughts.
"I'm so sorry... Kagome." he stated, kneeling down by her side he offered a hand and she took it without hesitation, though her eyes brows were raised in abashment.
"It's okay, really... but how do you know my name?" she asked while letting him pull her to her feet. That's when she got a good profile of him; he was about two inches taller than her, his hair was a dark brown, his bangs were wild along with his ponytail --she was sure this had to be a new fad-- , and very faint freckles splashed across his boyish face. She could tell right away that this guy wasn't a day over eighteen.
When she looked into his eyes, his very familiar brown eyes, he answered her question while pointing innocently to her chest, "It's on your tag."
A rose blush tinted her once pale cheeks and she gave a nervous chuckle. How could she have forgotten already? Maybe she spoke too soon about things getting better, so far she felt like a total dork and she hadn't even done any actual work yet.
"Kohaku, are you bugging my newbie?" Sango's voice questioned from the doorway cng bng both newbie and boy to look her way. She had a stern look and her hands were on her hips, she reminded Kagome of her mom berating both her and her brother.
"Not at all, Sis. I was just gonna grab some more records from my locker while the Hako play," Kohaku assured slowly slinking towards his locker.
Kagome's mouth formed a small 'O', she had just figured out why his eyes looked so familiar, for one, Sango has the exact same pair and second she caught a glimpse of him at the turntables during her tour. Yeah, he was the DJ and Sango is his sister... interesting.
Her trainer must have some kind of tolerance to deal with siblings on the job... Kagome could hardly speak on the phone with her own without getting into a never-ending match of insult tossing.
Before she could think it over she blurted, "How do you do it?" she clamped her mouth shut and hid her lips between her teeth. Great, first she's a dork now she was a total weirdo who blurts incomplete thoughts time to kiss this job goodbye.
Surprisingly the brunette answered seeming to know exactly what she was asking about, "One learns patience after working with a lech for a long enough time." she spoke with a mock enlightened tone and laughed, and then she beckoned her to come out of the room and join her behind the bar.
Kagome mentally wiped the sweat from her brow and stepped next to Sango leaving Kohaku behind who was preoccupied with his records.

4 hours in...
Kagome was a natural. She took all orders with a smile that never faltered despite how tired she felt. She served all types of people though the majority of them were pigs staring at her uniform a bit too hard. She could deal with it as long as their hands were kept where she could see them.
She got along well with Sango and she learned a great deal about the one she named 'Lech' and she got a lot of warning about his wandering hands and bold comments. Though it got to the point where her co-worker spoke so much about the owner that she was starting to guess that she had her sights on him.
When she mentioned this to Sango, she would never voice her assumptions on the subject ever again. The glare she received was enough to stop her heart and freeze her in fear.
On a lighter note, she realized her favorite rock group, Ookami Hako, played here live when the DJ, Kohaku, had intermissions. During one of those intermissions she had a break with the Disc Jockey and had a nice conversation with him about himself and his sister.
He was eighteen --which was no surprise-- and he was only able to get a job because of his sister, whom seemingly raised him on her own. He filled her in on how the band started playing there regularly and that they're good friends with Miroku aka 'the Lech' and her boss. She would have learned more but his pager went off and he told her he had to make the call.
Now she was back to work, wiping down a recently used table her mind relaying all the new information collected during her night. Though she was pulled unceremoniously from her musings when a strong hand reached out and nearly yanked her rag-free arm from its socket.
"What do you think you're doing here, Kikyou?" the pale haired man that assaulted her screamed.
He would have actually been attractive if his amber eyes weren't half closed and he didn't reek of alcohol and don't forget that that his grip on her arm was damn near cutting off the circulation. She kept her cool though... had to keep her cool.
"I don't know what you're talking about sire. Please let me go." she kept her voice low, in hopes not to attract unwanted attention, and stern to keep her ground.
The man slightly swayed and his eyes seemed lazy and unable to keep up with his rocking form. She felt an urge to help his balance but his grip seemed to steal hers as well.
"Sir? Now you don't know me, Kikyou?"
Okay, this is where she was freaked out. The boundaries were crossed and his clasp on her arm was tight. She didn't know this man and now she was frightened. Time to call some attention but she had to be discreet about it so she doesn't alarm the man into a violent state... if he hadn't reached it yet.
"Sir, my name is Kagome," she pointed to her tag and had risen her voice slightly.
"What's the problem here?" the bartender stepped beside her rookie while leaning on a polished wooden cane.
Sango doesn't have a limp... Why would she have that? Putting two and two together once more like the detective she was blooming into, she figured it was a weapon... but that was the last thing she wanted. Yeah, she was breathing somewhat easier now that she was hbut but violence isn't needed. At least she hoped.
The golden-eyed man looked at Sango, still wobbly and slurred, "None of your damn businessss,"
His S's stretched on comically but Kagome was too focused on her co-worker's knuckles tensing around the curve of the cane's handle to notice, on instinct she defended her assailant --it was her nature, what do expect from a gal who went out with a guy for eight years out of pity--.
"I think he's drunk and made a mistake, that's all," Kagome dropped her rag and placed her damp hand over his grip gently to let him see there was no threat... and that he could friggin let go now!
Obviously he misunderstood both her statement and her gesture, he moved closer to her hardly six inches between them. His eyes were sad and almost looked betrayed, "Mistake? How can you say we are a mistake?" his voice cracked and at that moment he could have passed for being a very hurt sober man.
His question baffled her and Sango sensed it. Pushing her way between Kagome and the drunk as polite as she could she stated, "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave, if necessary we can call you a cab."
It did no good because he merely ignored her and persisted with his one-sided conversation, "Kikyou, can't you see that I still love you?"
Both and Sango and Kagome were taken aback, even though neither of their names were Kikyou, that was a pretty bold statement in anybody's book.
"There you are!" a boy with faded beet hair exclaimed while stepping next to the taller man, he looked over the scene and placed his knuckles above his hips, "I get up for two seconds and you start trouble!?!"
"Shut up Shippou!" the yet to be named male yelled, causing all three listener's to jump in surprise, "I need to hear Kikyou's answer!"
Shippou's emerald green eyes narrowed, "What? Kikyou isn't -" he stopped when he finally looked at the uncomfortable Kagome, his eyes squinted then widened in uncertainty, "Kikyou?"
"My name isn't Kikyou, its Kagome!" she jabbed a finger at her tag, getting loose from the abusive being hold she placed her other on her hip, "Ka-go-me!"
She didn't know how much more of this she could take. Obviously this man was too far-gone to continue to try and defend or be nice. He calls her Kikyou... okay fine simple mistake but now here comes his friend who looks perfectly sober and too young to drink anyway and he calls her that too. Honestly, can't they read? Sure she had trouble with the tag earlier but this is the second time she'd pointed to it, Damit.
The boy backed away a bit noticing he may have hit a nerve unintentionally, raising his hands in defense he apologized, "I'm sorry, you just look a lot like..." she gave him a glare that promised doom if he mention the name again... he took the hint.
The intoxicated fellow pushed between Sango and his quick-learner of a friend to be by Kagome's side again, "Why are you lying? You don't have to baby,"
Before she could come up with an efficient response to the madness that was uncoiling before her, Sango did for her, "Please take your friend out of here before we bring security into this matter."
The didn't need to be told twice and quickly nodded while voicing a little too chipper, "On it," he tugged his companions sleeve and turned to leave, "Come on baka."
The man backed away at first but he instantly broke off Shippou's hold and stood nose to nose with the now exhausted ebony haired newbie, "Kikyou..."
He tilted his head and closed the gap between them. Pressing his lips firmly on her own he dug a hand into her silky tresses and snaked the other around her slim waist.
Her misty blues widened and her body went stiff. She was too caught off guard to fight him off or protest, so she just stood there not daring to respond to his liquor-tinged kiss, which didn't seem to stop him.
Her eyes swayed in Sango's direction then to the boy only to find identical expressions of shock, with wide eyes and unhinged jaws. Gathering her wits, she finally pushed the 'Baka' off and on instinct smacked him hard and quick.
He rubbed his cheek silently and his back straightened. It looked like she sedated him or just knocked some sense back into him because his eyes cleared and the look of confusion plagued them, as if he didn't know where he was or what he was doing.
A moment of silenced passed, except for the band who played her ring tone Searchin', they just stared at each other until Kagome realized what she had done and opened her mouth to make amends, though once again before she could speak her peace, the manager strolled by them then doubled back.
His violet eyes were fixed on her assailant-slash-drunkard-slash-molester. She snapped her mouth shut waiting for her short-haired boss to fire her, berate him and/or... molest her...
But all he did was strain his thick eyebrows together in question, "Inuyasha?"

~*~
It was nearly midnight when the long haired detective entered his 3-story mansion, his jacket was draped over his left arm and his face revealed no emotion or would to anyone who didn't know him, to anyone who knew him well they would have read through his features and found in his eyes exhaustion.
Coming home, the real thing he looked forward to, other than a steaming cup of tea, was his daughter greeting him with her bright smile and unyielding embrace, usually, on his leg, no matter what the time. Though silence and his short butler that stood at the bottom of the stairs next to the railing, waiting for him as always, welcomed him.
Stepping towards him, he handed him his light jacket, "Rin, come down, I'm home." he called out, but not loud; his voice held enough treble to bounce against the aged walls and float about the open space.
"Master Sesshoumaru, she is not in," croaked his stubby retainer while carrying off the coat to the small foyer closet and hanging it up.
Sesshoumaru glanced at his old Western Oak Grandfather Clock: 11:48pm. It's late and tomorrow she has school, though he has raised her to be a very responsible young woman.
"She's gone out to meet friends and test drive the new gift she received from you yesterday."
Sesshoumaru merely nodded blandly, sure that she would be fine.
He left his foyer and entered the kitchen with Jaken at his heels, like a shadow. The kitchen lights were on and bright, his appliances gave a blinding reflection of the light, but it didn't bother him much, he had grown accustom.
Accustom to the smooth black marble island in the center of the scullery, the always-spotless tiled floor, the tall sable fridge that was nestled in a crook next to his counters, which had rows and rows of cabinets that hovered over it and lined every kitchen wall. The microwave hanging over the stove and on each side of that more counters with stacks of spice racks and jars filled with tea leaves and many types of sugar; from white to blonde to brown. The dishwasher that was built into the island and to a far corner of the room the glass door that led to the roomy pantry. Yeah, he was accustomed to every nook and cranny, knew it like the back of hand.
Sesshoumaru stepped to the cabinet closest to his microwave; taking out a beige mug he could hear his butler clear his throat.
"Any new developments on the ...Kurada case?" Jaken asked obviously more out of making conversation than out of true curiosity.
Reaching into a jar for his favored oolong tealeaves he contemplated whether or not to actually hold a discussion with his bulbous-eyed butler. Usually he would discuss his most recent cases with his adoptive daughter... when he was actually home. He didn't know why she held so much interest in it but ever since she was younger he told her all when he could.
He wouldn't mind telling Jaken about the case, hell, it might ease his mind a bit to have spoken about it with someone since Rin was MIA for the time being.
"I found nothing to pin Inuyasha, the brat is clean as always and I'm sure if I were able to bring him in, the charges wouldn't stick because he always has a slick back-up plan." his face was clear and his voice was passive but inside he was gritting his teeth.
Six years he had been out to catch his brother... half brother, whom he knows is a thief and almost every case he involved himself with that consisted of robbery he was determined to somehow piece his brother into it. But no matter what, he could nothing on him. That doesn't mean he would stop, he would remain persistent to catch, one day. His half brother would be sure to slip and when he did he would be right there to make sure he stayed down.
He waited for a response or just some kind of input as he placed the kettle on the stove. His retainer said nothing unlike his Rin, she would have asked questions or given a word of encouragement or even given her own theory on the case. If she had a little less heart he was sure she would become a lawyer or even a detective. He glanced at the digital clock on the display of his microwave; only ten minutes have passed since he last checked.
A thought came to mind, of where she could be and it didn't make him happy and something told him his hunch might be accurate.
"Where is she, Jaken?" he kept his back to him while imagining him spring two feet in the air from his unexpected inquiry.
"B-b-b... who sir?" he sounded nothing but perturbed and Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes.
"No games. Where?"
He could hear the fumbling of his thumbs in the cloth of his brown button-up shirt, making it obvious that he felt put on the spot and with-holding information. "Master, all that I am sure of is that she went to meet friends..."
The golden-eyed keeper thrummed his long pale fingers impatiently on the counter, "...she called someone on her cell phone saying 'Call me'. I presume it was a pager number."
Sesshoumaru gave a heavy sigh that only meant impending doom to the surely sweating butler.
"Someone called back but before I could question the young mistress she had left exclaiming she would spend the night at Shinori's mother's house." he finished, panting due to stringing every word together in one breath.
"If I find out she was any where near that derelict music junkie, you will be held accountable," the tall fair-haired man stated while calmly pouring hot water into his tea-lined mug.
Jaken audibly gulped.

~*~
An eighteen-year-old boy with untamed bangs and a consistent ponytail stood in a soundproof booth at the corner of the booming club that he was free from DJing for the night.
His dark chocolate eyes were half closed from fatigue; to a passersby he would have looked under the influence, that was of course every bit impossible due to his big sister being in charge of all liquor in the building.
"I'll go to the front now to let you in." he said into the mouthpiece of the black public phone he held close to his ringing ears. Soon after he hung up and left the small booth and then excited the exceptionally packed nightclub.
When he stepped out into the crisp evening autumn air he was greeted by bouncers and an eager line of clubgoer's wanting in. He waved to a short timid looking bouncer who would have been better off being a janitor due his less intimidating and more cowardly nature, but the big man, Miroku, insisted he watch the doors because he always had a weird faith in Tanuki.
Moving on he stowed away into the shadows of a closed clothing store sign and lit a cigarette.
If his sister were to see him doing such an obscene act, she would most likely break his fingers but he was that she was too busy with new girl he met earlier.
Taking a long drag and reveling in the mind numbing satisfaction it gave him, he could see enagenage female advance towards him, her hair a dark brown, her eyes an even richer cinnamon and her skin pale in the dim street lamps. It was his girlfriend and just the sight of her made him feel like he just downed 3 espressos.
She skipped towards him with her arms locked behind her back and a wide grin graced her lips, "Sango would bash your head in with her cane if she saw that."
He grinned at her and quickly put it out, "It's all I got when you're not around."
"You saying I'ma cancer stick?" she looked and sounded more mature than when she skipped to him and a forced smirk to accompany her joke replaced her genuine grin, "Look over there," she pointed across the street to a mystic blue Vespa that printed the name Rin in a elegant silver font across the body of the vehicle, "Daddy gave me another suck up gift."
"Nice, but you don't seem too suckered."
She rolled her eyes, "I don't wanna get into it... lets just have fun tonight, Kohaku." she looked up at him and placed her palms on his chest, whenever she did this he know it was a silent plea for him not to prod.
He sunk his head down and planted a soft kiss at the nape of her neck, which deserved him a tender giggle, "As you wish my sweet Rin," he said in a mock genie tone.
He took her hand and lead her into the Kazaana with motives of having nothing but fun.
If only it were that easy.

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