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Waking Up In Vegas	By : darkduchess Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 23767 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 1: 24 Hours Earlier...6:25 AM
Chicago, IL
Tashio Tower

Kagome tore ass down the hall out of the elevator that hasn’t even finished opening to release its occupants. She held the coffee high in the air out of the way as she dodges this way and that around everyone in the hall. In midstride she spared a quick glance at her watch that she could barely see over the pile of clothes she held on her arm.
“6:25, okay five minutes.” She muttered to herself between pants of air.
Boomer the building janitor spotted the miko jetting down the hall toward him and shook his head. He just finished waxing this floor this morning; but he could understand and sympathize with the poor miko. Anyone working for a boss like hers deserves leeway.
He moved the floor buffer out the way then propped his upper body on the handles. “Let’s try to keep this accident free little missy.” He warned as the hurried miko neared the corner.
Kagome nodded as she came to the corner. Twisting her body expertly, Kagome made a hard sharp turn and skidded quite a distance in her 3 inch heel pumps and stopped mere inches near the window. She winced at the nasty black scuff marks in Boomer’s newly waxed floor. Not stopping, she manages to turn around without breaking her stride to yell out her apologies to the elderly janitor.
“So sorry Boomer, I really tried. I make it up to you with breakfast tomorrow.” Kagome said breathlessly then sprinted off down the hall nearly crashing into the glass doors to her office.
“It’s alright there missy. I understand.” Boomer called out then looked down at the new scuff marks in his floor. At least this time she didn’t crash into the wide floor length window like she has every other morning. For a minute there, he was scared that the miko was going to end up kissing the pavement outside 60 stories down if she didn’t at least try to master those turns.
But, Boomer got to hand it to her. Kagome was one hell of a worker to be able to hold this job as a personal assistant to the meanest man known to man; and to think this is her third month. Had it been any other, they would have quit the first day. But not his Kagome, she gave it just as good as she got it, taking on every task no matter how big, how long, or how ridiculous. Yep that girl was one of a kind. Workers like her a hard to come by these days. These youngans nowadays lack work ethnic and goals in life. A lazy bunch of hound dogs, if you ask him.
With a chuckle Boomer radioed his coworker to bring down the wax.
“Again, Boomer?” Sparky, his co-worker, whined, “We just finished waxing that floor this morning.”
“Quitcha bitchin boy and bring down that wax. You know you mind it none cleaning after Miss Kagome so move that ass hoss!!” Boomer bellowed into the radio then smiled when the boy laughed on his end.
“Be right there boss; over and out.”

Kagome power walked down the carpet towards the main desk where she’s stationed as Lord Icy Bottom’s secretary. She tossed the clothes as neatly as she could over the edge of it then checked the coffee. She was relieved when the coffee was still intact and still piping hot, because if it wasn’t, that man was going to send her back across town for a fresher cup. Either she was a genuinely devoted worker or a complete idiot. Kagome couldn’t tell anymore. Some would say at $35 dollars an hour, starting pay, would be worth all this.
But then, why wasn’t the demon lord able to hold a secretary if the pay was ‘so good’ I wonder.She asked herself sardonically.
Little did she know, it was mostly because they were all fired before they could even quit.
She shrugged out her coat then grabbed her planner, the suits, and the coffee then looked down at her watch.
She watched in horror as the little device switch from 6:30 AM to 6:31AM. With a squeak, Kagome zipped around her desk to her boss’s main office. She entered to find his Highness staring out of the 180 degree panned window behind his large black polished desk. He had a breathtaking view of Downtown Chicago in all its glory. Of course nothing less would be permitted. She had no doubt the man would pay to buy another building only to destroy it and build his own just for the view.
“You’re late. Clearly I have expected too much of you.” Sesshoumaru said with his back still turned to her, his tone bored with a hint of iciness.
Kagome fought not throw everything to the ground and storm out like she have fought every morning.
Giveme a break. She screamed to the heavens above. This wasn’t even late anyhow. Her original start time was 7:00 AM for crying out loud. Every day since she has been hired by this tyrant, he would call her work cell during the ungodly hours of the morning demanding, not asking, her to pick up his dry clean, or a special brewed coffee made at a shop across town, or whatever little things he was too good to do himself. What chaffed her rear was that he would change when he wanted her at his office at his beck and call every morning. It would range from 5:00 AM, to 6:25 AM, to 5:30 AM, then 6:30 AM.
She didn’t know who to hate more for her misery; him for his audacity or herself for actually doing it.
Keeping her tongue in check, she changed the subject as she moved up to his desk to place his coffee on a black gel coaster, “I have already dropped off your last three suits to the cleaners, preordered that shipment of wine to your home from the Demon Etiquette wine brewery in Japan, and spoke with Mr. Darsey (Aimaru) about the housing arrangements in Las Vegas. He said he has booked you and him the presidential suite in the Primal Embassy Suites. I have already arranged for your private jet to be boarded at 12pm today.”
Turning away from the window Sesshoumaru moved to his desk to sit at his chair. Reaching for his cup of coffee, he pinned the miko with a golden bored glare, his eyes seeming to stab right through her skull, “What of the arrival of the president of Husky Corp Security?” He asked as he sipped at his drink leisurely.
Kagome looked down at her planner with a frown as she tried to find the message she wrote down, “Mr. Nagasaki have called me yesterday evening to inform you that he will be in Las Vegas around the same time you arrive. He said he will see you later that evening for the meeting concerning the potential partnership between companies. ”
“Hn.” Was the demon lord’s only reply when he finally broke eye contact with the miko.
No longer under his heavy scrutiny, Kagome took a calming breath to ease her nerves. Sometimes she found simply being in the same room with this man far too overwhelming. Before the miko could fully relax the demon lord broke the silence.
“I want you to retrieve my bags from my home and meet me at the airport at 11:40am. Inform Aimaru that should he not be present by 11:55, I will leave him.” He gave the miko a moment to write that down in her planner that has seen better days. He leaned forward himself to jot a few things down on his own genuine leather planner.
Oh great now she was his personal bellhop. She groused to herself. Something else to add to her job description and resume.
“Speaking of the imbecile,” Kagome looked up when Sesshoumaru’s voice broke the dead silence again, “where is he? I want to review the proposal before we leave today. He was told to have it on my desk this morning. ” she watched him stop writing in his organizer to look up at her expectantly when she didn’t answer immediately.
Kagome quickly averted her eyes and kept them glued to her planner scribbling nonsense. She was really hoping he wouldn’t ask about that slacker. His screw ups always manage to fall on her shoulders to fix.
“He called me this morning to inform me that he will be a little late and …” she paused to spare her boss a quick coy glance.
Sesshoumaru’s brow raised high on his head contempt.
“And…” he urged the nervous miko to finish.
She took a deep breath then quickly relay the rest of her message in one breath. “He said he will have it done before you leave for Las Vegas.” She said in a low voice then braced herself.
Kagome jumped when the gold plated pen snapped in her boss’s claws. As to be expected, but at least he didn’t verbally abuse her this time.

Sesshoumaru watch the miko before him cower from his less than subtle tantrum. Why did this not surprise him? He had been far too busy taking care of promotional deals and meetings to create the proposal himself. You would think that demon could prove to some use. Apparently Sesshoumaru thought to highly of that lazy low-life.
Hell, Sesshoumaru was surprised he even booked a room for them. That is, if, he actually did it.
The demon lord reclined back into his tall black leather chair with a hand to his temple. What is there to do? He couldn’t fire the half assed bastard since in his own father’s will, with the influence of his mother, stated that Aimaru get 30 percent of the company shares and business. InuYasha was left with 20 percent.
Sitting up with a low growl, he picked up his cell phone then dialed his irresponsible sibling’s number.

Aimaru was being straddled by his secretary when his phone rang. He looked between his ringing phone vibrating across his nightstand and his lovers bouncing breasts as she rode him.
The “Sephiroth Theme Song” that he had set for his brother’s ringtone rang loudly across his bed room demanding he answer it.
“Give me a minute brother dear, I’ll be right…with you.” He groaned.
Finally, the ringing stopped then Aimaru leaned forward to capture his lover’s bouncing flesh between his lips. When the phone rang again, he snarled then release her nipple a loud pop and snatched the phone off the nightstand to answer it with an overly pleasant, “Yes brother dearest?”
Aimaru shushed his secretary with a finger to her pouty lips then reached down to pull at her hips to urge her to keep going. When she picked up her pace he flashed an approving smile.
“Hmmm what was that brother?” Aimaru had to bite his lip when his partner leaned over to latch onto his nipple, flicking her tongue across his piercing. “No… I was listening…”
His breath left his lungs when she caught his sensitive bud between her teeth while pushing her hips hard unto his throbbing cock.
“PROPOSAL?!” Aimaru suddenly yelped when she sank her teeth into his chest. “Oh I don’t know what to say brother, wouldn’t that be considered gay-incest if we got married in this country?” he pulled the phone away from his ear as his less than amused brother went off. He grinned devilishly at his content lover quickening her strokes.
When it was safe, Aimaru replaced the phone to his ear, “I love you too brother.” he calmly said to his furious sibling then flipped over to pin his secretary beneath him. He tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder.
“I’ll be there brother dear. Yes, I’ll have it ready for you.” He grinned as he eyed his brief case on the floor next to the bedroom door that held thecompleted proposal, printed out and ready for review. “I’ll get started on it as soon as we get to Las Vegas.”
Aimaru suddenly heard the line go dead.
“Hello? Hello?” the mischievous demon shrugged then chuckled while locking his phone then tossed it on his night stand. He grinned down to the woman beneath him pleading for his attention.
“Now…where were we?”

Sesshoumaru released a heavy breath fighting his headache. Apparently his misery on earth will not end as long as that incompetent fool still live and breathe.
“Miko…” he finally said after a minute of silence. He pressed deeper into his temples to ease the ache in his skull.
Uneasy, the miko answered meekly, “Yes?” She had a bad feeling about this. Only Aimaru manages to make the supposedly stoic and emotionless demon lord throw the meanest of tantrums. Not forgetting to mention this means she would have more work cut out for her.
“I have to make a conference call at 9:00 to Tokyo, and then I have a 9:30 meeting with my subordinates. After that I have to make an appearance at the Children’s Hospital fundraiser and give a speech at 10:25. Then a quick follow up with the McNeal Building Contractors about the new sub-offices I’ve commissioned in New York at 11:10. Clearly I don’t have time to deal with that idiot.”
“I see, so…” Kagome started unsure where this conversation was going.
“Go get that idiot and bring …him …here.” Sesshoumaru’s claw tapped his desk to each delayed word drawing emphasis as to where he wanted his absent minded sibling, “See to it that the proposal is done before we leave for Las Vegas. I want everyone on that jet with their things before 11:50 am. ” He bit out between his fangs in a low growl.
When the miko continue to stand there like a deer caught in headlights, he snarled. “NOW!”
With a startled ‘eep’, Kagome tore out of his office to set to work.
Sesshoumaru watched the miko quickly vacate his office then called after her, “I want you back here within the hour miko.”

Outside his office Kagome groaned as she shrugged back into her jacket then grabbed her car keys. She REALLY didn’t want to go get this man. Not only did she have to go fetch Sesshoumaru’s luggage and fetch his brother, she had to babysit him until he finished the proposal and somehow still manage to do her work.
She HATED dealing with Aimaru. He was overly sexual, touchy-feely, conceited, over egotistical… Kagome sighed then shook her head.
Basically he’s the overly social, slutty version of his brother.
The only thing Kagome had to look forward to was getting the office to herself. They will be away in Las Vegas while she will be able to work a normal pace and can take a decent lunch break without a Frosty Demon pulling your sandwich out of your mouth then make you go fetch a gourmet dinner from some restaurant across the city of Chicago with a name she can’t even pronounce.
Kagome was never known to have a murderous nature, but she sure came damn close to choking the demon lord. She was losing weight, involuntarily. Because the man barely gave her time to have a bite or enough time for breakfast in the morning, eating in general was taken away from her schedule for the past few months almost completely. Her stomach will be touching her back soon for Kami’s sake.
If anyone needed to lose weight; she will gladly suggest they work for Mr. Tashio for a month.
Now angry, Kagome stomped down the hall. Little streaks of pink lightning licking up and down her wound up body. Everyone coming down the hall pass her either backed up or ducked into the closest room as she stormed to the elevator.

Boomer watched the miko warily then lifted the radio to his lips to speak low to his partner. “Sparky, make sure to clear out that lobby, ya hear? Looks like our little miko got a knot jerked in her tail again.” He warned.
“Oh boy…I’ll get right on it boss.”
The elderly janitor shook his head. “One of these days that man gon stop eggin that gal on or there gonna smoke in the city.”
Sparky chuckled when a lot of commotion suddenly erupted through the device back to Boomer. With a frown Boomer inquired about the noise, “What’s all that racket boy?”
Boomer could hear rustling of clothing hinting the boy was on the move, “ Aww hell…Imma let ya go boss, the miko made it down stairs faster than I thought and there’s a demon pile up at all the exits! Over and out!”
Boomer let out a tired breath watching the demons crawl out of their hiding places on his floor. “Boy, I tell ya…” he started as he made his way to elevator. “If it aint one thing, it’s another.”

Kagome finally turned off her engine after finally squeezing her little Nissan into the tightest parking spot she’s ever parked. Even the cramped small streets of Tokyo had bigger space than this. The cars in front of her and behind her both wanted to make sure they weren’t boxed so they park a tire away from the car before and after them leaving her parking spot barely…big enough for her Altima.
Getting out of her car, Kagome jogged down the street to the condominium entrance nodding her acknowledgements to the doorman and security guard. She looked down at her watch noting the time was 7:13 AM. Fifteen minutes longer than usual. Even though his home was located downtown; the hell of rush hour traffic, navigating the streets cutting off into one ways and finding a parking spot was ridiculous. She was better off taking the C.T.A subway trains. At least then she didn’t have to deal with that horrendous parking.
She got off onto his floor and walked quickly to his door then rang his door bell. She began to fidget when he didn’t answer immediately. “Come, on. Come on. Answer already.” Desperate she pounded her tiny fist into the door as loudly as she dared without looking to hostile. Sparing a quick glance to the security camera posted right outside the elevators pointed directly on Aimaru’s door. Last thing she needed was to be locked up for causing a disturbance. After almost 30 minutes of waiting Kagome pulled out her phone and reluctantly dialed a number and waited for an answer.

Sesshoumaru sat at his desk reviewing his speech when his work phone rang. Why that miko wasn’t taking the calls, he wondered, but then he remembered that he sent her out to retrieve his brother. He looked at clock on his desk that read 7:43 AM, she left almost an hour ago. She should have been back by now with the low-life.
With a growl the demon lord jerked the receiver to his ear then answered with no anger evident in his voice. “TashioTech, Mr. Tashio sp…miko? Where are you?” he asked calmly all the while his blood boiled.

Kagome stared down at her feet to watch her pumps shuffle about the thick mat outside the front door to Aimaru’s Gold Coast condo. “Um… I’m at Aimaru’s front door and ...” she winced at the sound of the demon lord sighing heavily.
“Miko tell me you’re not at that door waiting for Aimaru to open it for you.”
“But I knocked and rung the doorbell so I thought…” she started.
“You have a key, use it.” The line severed before Kagome could even protest.

“But…I don’t wanna go in there.” she whined pitifully with a stamp of her foot then dug around her purse for her keys. Once in her hands she reluctantly stuck the gold key into the lock and unlocked the door. She pushed the door open and leaned in while keeping her feet planted firmly on the welcome mat outside the door.
“Mr. Darsey? This is Mrs. Hiragashi, are you there?” she waited a minute for an answer.
“Aimaru, come on your brother needs you at work now so let’s go alright? Aimaru?” Still no there was no answer.
Growling, Kagome grit her teeth as she entered, slamming the door behind her then stormed through his home to his open bedroom door. She gawked in horror at the demon lounging languidly on his bed with his naked secretary straddling his back massaging his shoulders.
Drawing deeply on a cigarette, Aimaru flicks the ashes off into an ash tray beside him then welcomed the shocked miko with a bright smile. He held his arms out to Kagome awkwardly as he lay on his belly. “Precious!! How nice of you to come check on me and my welfare. I was doing absolutely terrible until you came in to bless me with your loveliness.”
Kagome pinned him with a flat glare. “The secretary Aimaru? Really, the secretary?” she crossed her arms in disdain.
Aimaru blew out a thick puff of smoke. “My, are we jealous my lovely virginal little butterfly?”
“Hardly.” Kagome said flatly while watching the demon pout, “Get dressed Mr. Darsey, your brother wants you in his office, now.” She waved her hand about her face to disburse the smoke in the air.
Aimaru waved a dismissive hand at her then sat up when his secretary moved to get dressed. “Oh relax beautiful. It’s a lovely day today. Join me for breakfast, hmmm? Okay lovely… I’ll see you later okay?” he said to the parting secretary his voice a deep husky timber; the tall willowy red head winked at him over her shoulder.
When the secretary was out of ear shot, Kagome turned back to the demon putting out his cigarette, “Aimaru…”
“I know of this cozy little restaurant on State Street. Can’t think of the name right now but I’ll point it out to you on our way back to the office.” Aimaru cut her off as if she never spoke.
“But the proposal, you…”
“Oh you mean the finished proposal that I have in my brief case at your feet there?” He said with a point of his claw down to her feet.
Kagome look down at the case then back up at him confused. “You mean you already finished it? But why would…”
“You didn’t have breakfast yet have you precious; no of course you didn’t. Not if Sesshoumaru had anything to do with it. He made you fetch his coffee again didn’t he?” he cut her off again then got up from his bed in all his naked glory. He bristled when she turned her head away from him. “Oh now don’t give me that precious, look and bask in my magnificence. This gracious offer is not extended to everyone you know?” he prattled on as he moved around her, chuckling deeply when she made great efforts to avoid touching him like he was the plague.
“Fine I will call your brother to let him know the proposal is…hey!” She protested when her phone was snatched from her hands. “Aimaru!!” She growled as she jump to snatch at the phone the taller demon held above her head.
“Na-ah-ah…” he waved her phone in her face halting her words in her throat. “Not until after I shower, we’ve had breakfast, and a little idle chat about how much you adore me.” He finished with another earth shattering smile then sauntered over his bathroom.
“Ai-ma-ru…” Kagome started darkly.
“Not another word until after my shower. I should be done in an hour or two.”
Running her hands though her dark hair, sweeping her bang from her forehead, Kagome growled in frustration as the demon disappeared into his bathroom. “You are impossible! I should have just let Sesshoumaru toss you out of the window like he wanted to yesterday. ”
Aimaru took that moment to stand in his bathroom door and snort rudely, “Oh please, you love me too much to see anything happened to me.”
Kagome looked up to the heavens she swore forsaken her while crying a fake dry sob.
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