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Finding Kagome	By : MetsukiKaraTen Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 8806 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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DISCLAIMER:: I do not own InuYasha, however I do own an
overactive imagination . . .

A/N : Shorter chapter this time, gomen. I'm working on
the rewrites as I go, as this is a reposting of sorts. This all
started as a whimsical musing that I shared with Sacred_Shaz one day
last spring, and it has grown into this monster that I am attempting
to tame. I am just amazed at the kind commentary you all are sharing
in your reviews! You guys are so awesome! Thank you from the bottom
of my heart! I've been arguing with one of my betas about the actual
category this story belongs in . . . he says it's a continuation, I
say it's an alternate universe . . . shrugs one thing I know
for sure, it's Inu/Kag all the way.

Well, 'nough of that, on with the story.

Finding
Kagome

Chapter Twenty Three

“Hold your arm out, son . . . don't slouch!”
Laura swatted InuYasha between the shoulder blades, eliciting a
murderous glare from the hanyou.

“Feh! Why do I have to have this stupid
suit, anyway?” He grouched, folding his arms across his chest.
The petite woman snapped the measuring tape down, and faced the
hanyou squarely, lowering her glasses to peer over them into his
golden glower. In reaction to her perfume, he sneezed directly into
her face which gave her a start.

“Don't pout . . .” her composure
regained swiftly, she pointed to his current attire. “You can't
run around in jeans and moccasins all the time,” she wiped the
back of her hand across the dampness on her cheek.

“I don't pout, wench!” his hands on
his hips, he leaned toward her threateningly, sniffing loudly.

“Could have fooled me,” she rolled
her eyes, pushing her glasses back up on her nose and slipping her
chalk pencil between her teeth, she slurred, “Now raith your
arm... pleath,” and she smiled around the pencil, batting her
eyelashes.

“Keh!”
He reluctantly complied, rigidly extending his arm. “And for
your information, I am probably twice your age, so don't
fuckin' call me son!”

“Too bad you don't act like it,” she
muttered under her breath, as she hunkered down to measure his
inseam.

“I fuckin' heard that, wench! Dog ears,
remember?? HEY!!” he reacted to the sharp jab in his groin as
his tailor pressed in for an accurate measurement.

“Almost
done . . . InuYasha,” she spoke his name pointedly.

“About damn time,” he grumbled. “I
still don't see why the hells I need this stupid suit . . .”

“It's a tuxedo . . . and a perfect color
for you, if I do say so myself,” she corrected him, holding up
a swatch of the midnight blue fabric next to his face. “It
really sets off your eyes. Oh! And I'll have nicely matching
headpiece . . .” and she reached over for what in all
appearances was a do-wrap like motorcyclists would wear.

InuYasha frowned at it, judging that it would
probably constrict his ears as uncomfortably as those nasty ball caps
did. Between that and the hard looking shoes she insisted that he
wear with the tuxedo, he was certain he was going to be miserable. He
sneezed again, rubbing the back of his hand across his nose,
sniffling wetly. Her perfume was making him miserable enough.

“I don't get why I have to have all this
shit . . .” he growled with irritation.

“Because, halfbreed . . . you cannot wear
western attire to the opera,” Sesshoumaru stood just inside the
door to the study.

“When did you get here, Jackass?”
grumbled the hanyou, having missed his brother's appearance between
the arguing and sneezing.

“About the time you were declaring your
advanced age, I believe,” the Demon raised an elegant brow. “I
have need to speak with you. When you are finished here, get your
hinezumi and sword, and join me in the dojo.” With that, he
left without another word.

“What in the seven hells is a opera??”
he demanded from the space that his brother had just vacated.

“Trust me dog boy, it's a big deal . . .
and you need to dress appropriately for it.” Laura was
gathering the pieces of the fabric on her arm. “I'll have this
ready by this evening for a final fitting. Right now I believe you
have an appointment.” She looked over her glasses at the
hanyou, with a raised brow.

“Dog boy, huh? I guess I had that coming .
. .” he mumbled, looking down.

“Yeah . . . I love you too.” She set
the pile on her arm down across the back of a chair. “Now get
the hell out of here before I start playing with your ears . . .”
she grinned wickedly holding up her hands and rubbing her fingers
together, which was all the prompting he needed to bolt out of the
study, followed by the peal of her laughter.

“That
bitch is pure assed evil,” he muttered shaking his head, as he
stomped down the hallway toward his quarters. It seemed a little odd
that Sesshoumaru required him to wear his hinezumi, but he wouldn't
complain. It was familiar and comfortable, and he would wear it all
the time if he could. But Tetsusaiga... wonder what he's got in
mind.

He found Sesshoumaru in the dojo, gliding through
forms with Tenssaiga. Even one handed, his movements were poetry in
motion, and InuYasha was transfixed as he stood quietly by the
doorway, not wanting to interrupt. He didn't have long to wait, as
his brother was aware of his presence immediately. Bringing his sword
to his brow as though in reverence, the Demon brought his routine to
a close.

“You wanted to talk...” the hanyou
broke the silence.

“Hn,” Sesshoumaru grunted as he
sheathed his sword, then lowered himself to the floor where he stood,
motioning for InuYasha to join him. “You were rather harsh with
Laura,” he observed.

“She was being annoying... and that damn,
stupid perfume was giving me a headache,” InuYasha grumbled as
he sat in front of his brother, straight backed with his arms folded
in his haori sleeves.

“She didn't deserve that kind of treatment,
halfbreed... she was only following my directive,” admonished
the elder brother.

“Yeah, well . . . it's over . . .”
the hanyou dismissed the issue, “She loves me, regardless.”

“Indeed,” Sesshoumaru raised an
eyebrow.

“She said so, anyway . . .” InuYasha
moved to change the subject, “So what's with this opera shit?”

“Ah, yes,” and the Demon settled in
for the discussion he had originally intended to have with his
brother. “Tomorrow night is the opening night for 'Don
Giovanni', and this Sesshoumaru would wish to attend . . . to
introduce you to a classic human art form, as well as some aspects of
the modern culture.”

“Maybe
this InuYasha could care less about classic art, or
modern culture,” the hanyou clipped the last words crisply,
glaring at the Demon.

“Let me guess . . .” Sesshoumaru
pondered, “You would perhaps prefer a . . . Rodeo?”

InuYasha
blanked for a moment as he reached in his memory for the definition
of the word. Ah yes, the taming of wild livestock from their backs
. . . that could be interesting . . .

“It would be a helluva lot more exciting, I
bet . . .” somehow he doubted this was a realistic alternative
to the torture his brother had in mind. “You really do hate me
don't you,” he grimaced.

“I
do not hate you, but the fact remains that it is not rodeo season. It
is, however Opera Season,” Sesshoumaru stated logically,
his expression bland. “Perhaps we can negotiate a compromise.”

“Will I still have to go to that stupid
opera thing?”

“Yes, halfbreed . . .” The Demon's
tone was firm. “However, afterward we can do something of your
choosing.”

This brought InuYasha to pause, considering just
what he might want to do. He fixed his narrowed gaze intensely on his
brother's eyes.

“There
are two things . . . only two things that I really
want to do,” he leaned forward for emphasis. “Find Kagome
and kill that fucking wolf, Kouga . . . can we do either of those
tomorrow? I mean, after your stupid opera, of course.”

Sesshoumaru blinked slowly, the only giveaway
that he was vexed.

“You have time to consider a more . . .
realistic activity,” the Demon pulled a slip of paper
out of his pocket. “In the meantime, we need to discuss your
modern American identity.”

“My what??” the hanyou was
incredulous.

“I have all the paperwork in order, all we
need now is your name.”

“My name is InuYasha . . . what the fuck
are you talking about??”

“As
far as the world at large is concerned . . . InuYasha died
500 years ago. I have a modern identity, which I use in business
dealings. You need one too, halfbreed.” Sesshoumaru glanced to
Tetsusaiga cradled in InuYasha's arm, and inwardly thanked any
deities who might be listening. He did not wish for a repeat of what
had happened on the plane, and Tetsusaiga tempered the hanyou's demon
aura most effectively. “I am going to assume that as we are
brothers, we will share the same surname. What I need from you is
agreement on your given name, so that you can have access to your
birthright.”

InuYasha now blinked, his expression incredulous.

“Tetsusaiga is my birthright, Jackass,” he
pointedly touched the hilt of his sword. “This is all the
'access' I need.”

“InuYasha . . . half of everything this
Sesshoumaru owns is yours,” his voice was low and gentle.

InuYasha pondered this for a moment, then rose
gruffly.

“No . . .” he began to pace. “I
earned nothing of what you have. I did nothing to accumulate it!”

“Your
sentiments are most admirable, but the fact remains that it is indeed
yours, by virtue of who you are. You are the second born son of the
Inu no Taisho of the Western Lands. It is all part of the family
legacy,” he pressed his point. “It is yours and that,
halfbreed, is not negotiable. However what you shall be called is.”

InuYasha stopped pacing to face his brother.

“Alright,
Jackass . . . so what are you called?” he demanded.
“Everyone I 've seen calls you by your name . . .
Sesshoumaru.”

“Those are all trusted retainers. Out
there,” and the Demon motioned out the door generally, “I
am known as Seth Inudono. You also shall be known by the surname
Inudono.”

InuYasha gaped at his brother, then blinked
again.

“Mister Dog??” he asked
incredulously. “Are you serious?? So where did the Seth come
from?”

“It's of Hebrew origin . . . it means
'appointed one'. Appropriate since I have been the one to keep things
running for the last 500 years, don't you think?” there was a
sparkle in his eye, as he held out the paper he had been holding.
InuYasha took it and carefully decrypted the list of optional 'given
names' written in Romanji.

“Not like you ever wanted my help .
. . uso,” he muttered shaking his head. Dropping his hand, he
glared at his brother. “Oi!! What the hell is wrong with my own
damn name? I like it . . . I've had it a really long time . . .”

“Other than blatantly proclaiming your
demon nature? Nothing . . .” Sesshoumaru raised his brows.
Inhaling deeply it was almost a sigh, as he studied his sibling's
expression. He had been prepared for a much more aggressive argument
than he was getting thus far.

“Hn,” the hanyou grunted, as he
brought the list up to peruse again “So . . . how long do I
have to decide?” he asked.

“Not long. I needed to know yesterday,”
came the Demon's response.

“I wanna go over these with Clint and
Thomas,” he announced. “Can you keep that stinky bitch,
Laura away?” It was nearly a whine, as he rubbed at his nose,
heading toward the door.

“I will do my best, but no promises . . .”
the Demon couldn't help but grin at his brother's back as he left
through the dojo door. 'That went much better than expected,'
he congratulated himself.

~oo00O00oo~

Later that day, Sesshoumaru read InuYasha the press
release he had prepared for the morning papers.

Triple D
Enterprises magnate, Seth Inudono has announced that the
search for his missing brother is now at an end. 25 year old Caleb
Inudono was found last week in a shelter in Tokyo Japan, after an
extensive 5 year search, The younger Inudono, apparently having
suffered from amnesia, is now recuperating at the family estate in
Marin Co.

“Amnesia?? What the fuck is that??”
demanded the hanyou.

“Loss of memory . . . kenboushou . . . what
better reason for you to have been missing all that time?”
explained the Demon blandly. “It also will explain any future
baka behavior, should the need arise.”

“Fuck, Sesshoumaru . . . Thanks for the vote of
confidence,” InuYasha snarled sarcastically. “You just
think of everything, don't you?”.

“I try to,” the Demon's eyes sparkled
affectionately.

“Oh great . . .” InuYasha sneezed
dramatically. “Guess who?”

“There you are!! I have been looking all over for
you two!” Laura swished into the room, holding a suit bag over
her shoulder. “Ready for your final fitting? You are going to
love this Sesshoumaru . . . he cleans up real nice!” And she
smiled broadly and winked.

~ooO0Ooo~
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Chapter Twenty Three

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