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A Sacred Treasure and a Hanyou	By : cukid9 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 18612 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: It�s not usually my habit to post notes at the beginning of every chapter...but I just wanted to say thank you to everyone that�s reviewed! I was really nervous about posting this, so you guys have all managed to give me a little ego boost ^_^

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Chapter 4

Nothing Personal

As Kagome was sighing in pleasure under the skillful fingers of her masseuse, Inuyasha was holding back a growl of irritation as he leaned back in his leather chair.

"This is not right!" he shouted, trying not to snarl at the small man before him. "I have told you exactly where the problems in the numbers are and still you seem incapable of correcting them!"

"Inuyasha-sama, control your anger," the short man said, sternly. "I have told you, that the numbers will not work the way you want them. Now, I suggest you get that temper under control and, when you are ready, the Chairs are waiting for you in the boardroom."

Inuyasha let loose the pent up growl and flicked his hand in irritation. "They can wait until tomorrow, Myoga," he said.

Myoga sighed. "No, Inuyasha-sama, they cannot."

"If we start the meeting now, we will be here until morning," Inuyasha said, rising from his chair, running fingers through his hair. "I have dinner plans."

"Then you will have to cancel them."

Inuyasha slammed his hands down onto the desk, liking the way the sound reverberated in the large office. "These plans are not changeable," he said.

Myoga blinked at him. "An important client?" he asked.

Inuyasha smiled slightly, showing a fang, before turning and walking to the large windows that spanned the wall behind his desk. "You could say that."

Myoga sighed. "At least put in an appearance with the Chairs. Sesshomaru- sama will not be pleased if you do not."

"My heartless brother can kiss my ass," Inuyasha growled. "He knows he's better at handling those men than I am anyway."

Myoga sighed again. "I will relay the message." The short man gathered his papers and walked out of the office.

As Kagome was getting a manicure and pedicure, Inuyasha was staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

"Did she insult me?" he asked the image before him. She had. He almost laughed. Who knew that such a tiny person could hold such fire? It had been her words that had convinced him that he would not miss this assignation.

As Kagome pinned her hair up, pinned a hat to her head, Inuyasha's eyes wandered around the room of the club, looking for long legs and a shadowed face.

"Another drink, Mr. Takahashi?" the soft voice of the waitress asked.

"Make it two, would you, Genesis?"

Inuyasha's eyes widened as he looked at the woman before him. She wore khaki slacks that had thin, pink pin stripes running down them. A white, fitted blouse was rolled up to her elbows, the two buttons at her chest pulling slightly. She had left the collar open, the top three buttons undone, so that he could see the smooth, creamy skin underneath. Her fedora was a dark shade of pink, still tilted forward over her eyes.

"May I join you?" she asked, gesturing to the booth.

Having entirely forgotten himself when he first saw her, he now scrambled out of the booth, holding a hand out to help her up the step. He saw her lips curve in a smile as she ignored the proffered hand, sliding gracefully into the soft cushions. They sat in silence as they waited for their drinks, Inuyasha watching the girl next to him. In the shadowed light of the booth, he could see natural blue highlights in her raven hair. A few tendrils had escaped their pins, curling softly around her ears, against the back of her long, slender neck. His fingers suddenly itched to trace the line of her throat, to feel the beat of her pulse beneath them. He watched as she leaned into the back of the booth, casting even more shadow around her, making her more alluring.

The drink set before him snapped him, momentarily, out of his studies. As he sipped the juice, he watched as her long fingers twirled her own glass by its stem.

"So, Mr. Takahashi," she began.

"Inuyasha," he corrected, cutting her off.

He saw that small smile again. "Mr. Takahashi," she repeated. "This is a place of business, after all."

Inuyasha blinked at her, felt something inside of him make his lips tug into a smile when it heard the admonishing tone in her voice.

"So, Mr. Takahashi," she began again. "I hear that you have taken a sudden, rapt interest in Onadoru."

He leaned forward, watching her, trying to gauge her mood from what he could see of her face. He never realized before, how looking into someone's eyes made it easier to talk to them, made it easier to be able to stay a step ahead in the conversation. Made it easier to control the conversation.

"Not in the club," he said. "In you."

She gave a delicate snort. "I would think that a busy man like you would not have time for private dances and dinners with strippers."

Inuyasha felt his lips twitch again. Despite his words to her, he was suddenly very glad that she had decided to hold a conversation with him. The night would be amusing, if nothing else.

"I make time for the things that please me," he told her, leaning back in his seat.

"And it is I that has managed to please you?" When he didn't answer her, she nodded her head, thoughtfully it seemed. "I do not mean to sound dense, Mr. Takahashi." She leaned forward, crossing her arms before her in what seemed an unconscious gesture. It managed to push her breasts up a little, giving him a better view. "I only wonder because, it seems to me, that you would have more important things to do with your time."

"And pleasing myself should not be important?" Perhaps he should not have had those glasses of wine before he came.

The sound of her laughter made him want to reach out and pull her toward him, bury his nose in her hair. It was a light sound that escaped her throat and reached his ears. A sound that reminded him of a warm rain falling, of a bubbling creek in the forest. Her lips parted slightly and he saw her wet tongue come out, slowly run across her lips. The gesture made his fist clench under the table.

"As to that, Mr. Takahashi, I am sure there are others more suited for it, if you feel you need assistance. They are in the Dream Room." She paused, lips curving up. "I can escort you there after dinner if you would like."

He felt his breath leave him sharply, was glad that he was already sitting back. This woman...this woman...she had something in her that he had not seen before. She talked as though she had been well educated, as though she had grown up in a house much like his own. Her gestures, the way she carried herself, spoke of the same kind of rigid discipline that he himself had gone through. But there was something else, a fluidity to her movements that one did not acquire from strict instruction in manners. Every time she moved, every time she spoke, it was as if she was issuing a veiled challenge to him.

Inwardly, he grinned, ferally. "That would be appreciated, Jingi-chan," he said, watching her reaction at the endearing term. He heard her suck in her breath, a sound so quiet that normal ears would not have heard it. He leaned forward, reached a hand out to tap a finger next to her hand, being careful not to touch her. "Do you work there as well?" he asked.

He saw her lips purse in irritation, watched with satisfaction as she leaned away from him. "No, Mr. Takahashi," she said. "I dance, as you well know." She turned her head. "Ah, our dinner is here. I do hope you did not order anything spicy," she said. "The cook here delights in making dishes that do horrible things to one's digestion." She paused as the plates were set before them. Surveying his meal, she almost hid her smile before he saw it. "I would have thought a man with your...experiences...would eat something more exotic than noodles," she said, picking up her fork and gently spearing a vegetable.

"I like my food plain," he told her. "It's my women that I like exotic."

She laughed, nearly choking on the piece of food she had just put in her mouth. "Then I am afraid, Mr. Takahashi, that you have invited the wrong girl to your table. I believe that Blue or Genesis would have been more appropriate."

"Somehow, I doubt it."

"Oh?" He could almost see her eyebrow arch through her hat. "What makes you say that?"

"Because the appropriate woman is the one who would dare snap me with a tie and bite me." Inuyasha swore he saw a blush creep up her neck. He chuckled as she suddenly found the food on her plate very interesting. "Have we settled the question of why you are here, Jingi-chan?" She nodded, not looking up at him. "Good."

The rest of their meal passed mostly in silence, interrupted only by the occasional comment about one of the dancers. One glass of wine was allowed after dinner -Kaede ran a mostly dry club, having no need for drunken brawls in her high-class establishment- and Inuyasha sniffed it before taking a sip.

"This is very good," he said. He set his glass down, turning his attention to the woman sitting across from him. "So, what is it that you do when you are not working here?"

That small, secretive smile spread across her face again as she shook her head. "Nothing personal," she said, reminding him of the rules he had been told before she had joined him.

Inuyasha gave a huff of irritation. "Then what are we supposed to talk about?" he asked. "The weather?"

"It is unusually warm for this time of year, no?"

Inuyasha blinked at her and then narrowed his eyes. "I want to see you outside of this place," he said, suddenly, urgently, brashly, leaning forward.

"No."

He bit his bottom lip, trying to hold back his anger. "Why not?" His voice was a little rough, some of the irritation coming into it.

The shadowed girl across from him sighed, leaning forward. "Why do you want to see me outside of here, Mr. Takahashi? Do you think that I will be just as entertaining out there?" and she flicked long, thin fingers in the general direction of the door. "You do not believe that this is who I really am, do you? You have seen exactly what I, and the people who own and run this club, want you to see. A woman who can dance, a woman who can make a man feel as though he is someone special. This," and she gestured again, this time encompassing the club as a whole. "This is just an illusion. I am just an illusion," she said. "Men come here, fall into the illusion, imagine themselves liking us, perhaps even loving us. And then, they go home to their wives, their kids, their girlfriends. For days, weeks, they forget about us, because, Mr. Takahashi, we are nothing more than a fantasy brought to life. Nothing more than entertainment for men who, usually, lead otherwise very boring lives. Onadoru literally means �fantasy object for pleasing oneself.�"

�I don�t need a language lesson, Jingi.� He smiled slightly. ��Sacred Treasure.� Did you pick the name?�

Shadows moved enticingly as she shook her head. �Mistress Kaede chooses them for us.� She paused, took a breath, became interested in her wineglass. "You think you like me, but you only like what you have been shown. You like the illusion of me. If you met me for real, if you knew who I really was, you may not like me at all."

"Why don't you let me be the judge of that?" he asked.

Her head snapped up and he saw her lips press into a thin line. "Because I have known your type, have been involved with men like you, and I know that the illusion is what you crave. You would never be satisfied with someone like me. What if I was from a low-class family? What if I had a second job just to make ends meet? What if that second job was sitting on a corner selling flowers? Or hotdogs?"

"But why should that matter? You�re beautiful," he said.

Her laugh was low and a little condescending. "And thus, Mr. Takahashi, you have fallen into the illusion. You cannot even see my face and you wish to have coffee with me? Chat in a bookstore? Meet at the park for long walks and inspiring conversation?" She shook her head. "If that is what you are searching for, you should not be here. Perhaps, if I take off this hat, you will find that I am horribly disfigured. Would me being low-class be okay with you then? If my face were not as attractive to you as my body, would you still meet me for coffee?" She gave a small, derisive snort. "I think not, Mr. Takahashi."

He narrowed his eyes again, frowning. "But you are not low-class," he said, a satisfied grin appearing on his face when he saw her whole body tense, when he saw the pulse in her throat beat faster.

"How do you know that?" she asked, softly.

"Little things. The way you talk, the words you use. The way you hold yourself, your gestures. Even the way you eat and drink wine. No matter how well they train you here, they cannot completely erase all those little subconscious idiosyncrasies that are ingrained in people." He leaned forward again, slid a hand out to lay it next to hers. "Let me see your hand," he said, his voice soft, coaxing. She hesitated for an moment before turning her hand over, palm up. "You see? Your skin is smooth, showing that you have never worked hard." He traced the air above her palm, his finger close enough that he could feel the heat from her. "I felt it when you touched me," he said.

He saw her start to tremble, watched as she pulled her hand away from him, hiding it under the table as she leaned back.

"And so what does this mean, Mr. Takahashi? Will you begin showing up here every night? Do you not think it odd that a man, who has no concern for money, spends it in a gentlemen's club on a woman that he does not even know? You are either crazy or incredibly bored," she said, her voice just short of being a snarl. Inuyasha sucked in a breath to snap back at her when she leaned forward and held her hand out. "I'm sorry, Mr. Takahashi. That was inexcusable of me." He blinked, confused by the sudden shift in mood. "I think our dinner has come to an end."

She started to slide out of the booth, started to walk away from him.

Inuyasha, a man who was slowly sliding back toward the boy who was not in control, felt a moment of panic that he could not explain.

He reached out, wrapped his fingers lightly around her wrist, effectively stopping her.

"Stay," he said, softly, tilting his head down to hide his eyes with his bangs, unsure of the emotion that was showing in them, unwilling to let her see it.

She turned to him, looked down at his hand and then back up at him, cocking her head to the side. "Mr. Takahashi, you must not touch me," she said, her voice as soft as his. He released her, watched as her arm fell back to her side. He found himself holding his breath, wondering what she would do about his blatant disregard of the club's strict rules. He watched as she moved back to the table and leaned toward him. He thought, for an instant, that he saw the light reflect off dark, stormy gray eyes. "What exactly is it that you want from me?" she asked, her voice still soft.

Eyes wide, he looked at her.

Inuyasha Takahashi was a man who thought of himself as one who always had the correct response for any question.

But for some reason, as he stared at full, perfectly shaped lips, as he watched the tip of her tongue run across them, he found that his mind was completely blank. It was a black void where the only thing that existed was her lips, the warmth of of her skin near his, the scent of her that reached out and wrapped around him like a lover, ensnaring his senses.

"Dinner, again," he said, finally. "Tomorrow."

She stood close enough to him that he felt her warm breath against his cheek when she sighed. "I do not work tomorrow," she said.

"So?"

Her lips parted as she drew in a small breath, as she contemplated his answer, what he was implying. "We have already been over this, Mr. Takahashi," she said.

"Inuyasha," he insisted.

A small, almost regretful smile graced her lips. "What an odd name," she whispered.

"What�s yours?" he asked, suddenly feeling as though he was grasping for something just out of his reach. "Your real name."

She shook her head, sighing again, leaning closer to him. "You know I won't tell you that," she whispered.

"I do not think it is fair that you can know anything about me, but I know nothing about you," he said, trying not to growl. Trying not to sound like a small child, "It feels very one sided," and failing.

She laughed a little, raised a hand to trace a fingernail along his jaw. "We are not in a relationship, Mr. Takahashi," she said, moving her face closer to his.

When she pressed her lips to his cheek, when he felt her tongue dart out and move across his jaw, the growl he was suppressing rumbled in his chest, causing the air around them to vibrate.

She pulled away, laughing softly. "You make the most wonderful noises," she said. "It is why I enjoy dancing for you so much."

"You will continue to?" he asked, unable to mask the hope in his voice, in his eyes.

"Yes."

He let out a small breath. "Dinner, tomorrow?"

She sighed again, pulling away from him. It took everything in him not to reach out and pull her back to himself. "I have already told you, I do not work tomorrow."

"Then when? When do you work again?"

"Saturday," she said, straightening her shirt a little, smoothing away an invisible wrinkle.

�Dance for me then?�

Another one of her smiles appeared. "Thank you for dinner, Mr. Takahashi."

She leaned forward again, pressed her lips briefly against his cheek again, before making her way to the back of the club, out of his sight.
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