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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 4: 12:36 P.M
Tashio Private Jet
Nearing Las Vegas…

So they were on their way to Vegas, Aimaru thought listlessly. He tapped idly on the arm rest of his seat trying to ignore the ominous glare of a certain miko. He could feel the hot painful sting of her icy blue eyes from across the cabin. She’ll forgive him eventually. And if there was one thing Aimaru knew, it was that Kagome couldn’t hold a grudge no matter how wrong someone’s done her. Though her resentment towards him was justified, she was still too forgiving a creature for things such as resentment and revenge.
Now his brother on the other hand…
Aimaru paused in thought to spare a bored look to his brother engrossed in the Wall Street Journal.
That dull sap begrudges anything for simply existing. A man like him doesn’t believe in revenge, he simply annihilates whatever annoys the hell out him. And practically everything annoys that stiff bastard so it’s a wonder he haven’t destroyed the world yet.
To thoroughly describe one such as Sesshoumaru, one would use the words; order, punctuality, perfection, and any other words someone would label one such as him. The man had been that way since birth. Not even a year old and he had the demon specialty nurses trained to know when and how to feed him. And when a nurse was either a minute late or did something slightly wrong he was quick to reward the unfortunate maiden with multiple blistering scratches on her face. Those poor nurses had forsaken the thought of having pups of their own from that day forth. His brother had become infamously known as the “Hell’s Child” or the “Child of Death”.
Now Aimaru on the other hand was adored by nurses. He had nurses that were not even on duty flocking to his bed side to tend to him which of course earned him the title, “Love Child”. He grinned knowingly to himself.
It was new age tradition to wait a year to observe your pup’s strongest attribute to determine what name to give them. He earned the name Aimaru that meant “Love Power” or “Love Child” while brother had earned the name Sesshoumaru that meant “Killing Perfection”. Two brothers that were different as night and day, literally. Aimaru’s father was Alpha of the Sun Tribe while Sesshoumaru’s was Alpha of the Moon Tribe. So yes, they really were different as night and day in almost every aspect.
The only thing Aimaru could admit that he and his brother had in common now was the fact that they both are currently Chicago’s most sought after million dollar bachelors. Though, his brother has more women pinning for his attention. He, the coldest and most ruthless brother between the both of them gets more attention than the charming, flirtatious, much more handsome Aimaru?
It just wasn’t fair.Aimaru pouted to himself.
What was more unfair was the fact that he also has the affections of the innocent and naïve miko. Now how did that happen? Why would one so sweet and innocent wish for the attentions of the cold, hard fisted business shark Japan and now America?
Aimaru felt that he was much nicer than his brother and charming to boot.
Aimaru threw a questioning gaze toward the miko to find her still glaring daggers at him over the rim of her, probably third, cup of demon whiskey. It was unnerving that she didn’t so much as blink or break eye contact as she turned up her cup. Her blue eyes narrowing in malice. It was such a hateful look; one would think he put arsenic in her underwear. Well he most certainly won’t win the affections of the miko when she could very well purify him into oblivion with her eyes alone, now can he?
“Oh come now precious. I apologize.” He crooned to the miko and cocked his head submissively.
Instead of smiling at his antics, Kagome turned up her nose and looked away from him.
Looks like he would have to lay the groveling on thick today, he noted then rose from his seat to kneel before the annoyed miko. “Aww precious, you love me too much to be mad at me. Forgive me?” He laid his head on her lap. “Please….please….please….” he whined.
“Forget it, Aimaru. If you think you’re talking me out letting Sesshoumaru hand you your divine punishment you are sadly mistaken. This time I actually looked forward to watching him pitch you out of his window.” Kagome said frostily. She looked pointedly to the demon lord still engrossed in his paper. “I want his pretty face pasted in the highest window of the Sears Tower.” (I know it’s called the Willis Tower now, but I still call it Sears, so sue me -_-)
“Perhaps the frigid waters of lake Michigan will be acceptable. He’s not worth the fine of defacing one of Chicago’s Landmarks.” The demon lord offered dryly.
Kagome’s eyes widen. “You can throw him that far?!” she tapped her chin as she contemplated his offer then and nodded in agreement. “Your right he isn’t worth the fine. Lake Michigan it is then.”
Aimaru gawked and gasped in horror at the miko. “Precious!?”
“Don’t you ‘precious’ me Aimaru.” She pushed at his shoulder. “Go away.”
“Forgive me precious, please?”
“No.” Kagome answered simply then crossed her arms.
She was unusually stubborn today. Usually getting on his knees was all it took to get her forgive him. “Please. With a year supply of Godiva Chocolate on top of a new pink 2010 Nissan Maxima?” he smiled coyly, showing his pearly fangs.
Kagome paused as she gave his offer a thought before she shook her head then chuckled darkly. “Not on your life.”
If that didn’t get her, Aimaru was almost positive nothing would. “I love you.” He whined nuzzling her thighs with his cheek. And such lovely thighs they were.
Kagome pushed his head away from her lap while snorting rudely. “I hate you”
Aimaru grunted because he was 100 percent positive that was a lie. He could smell the false hood coming off that tantalizingly sharp tongue in her mouth. The miko hadn’t a hateful bone in her body. Sure the miko was angry, pissed, and perhaps traumatized, but not so much that she would genuinely hate him.
He laid his head on the miko’s lap once more and pulled out his trump card.
Aimaru looked up to the miko with rounded eyes then poked his full bottom lip out. When the miko refuse to look he whined like that of a hurt puppy successfully drawing the miko’s blue orbs to his face.
He had to fight a smirk when Kagome grimaced and looked away, fighting the smile that threatened to show on her face. “No, stop that Aimaru….,” he whined louder then trembled his bottom lip.
“Stop that…” she pushed at him. “…it’s pathetic…” He heard her chuckle in spite of herself and knew it was only a matter of seconds. He sniffed a fake sob.
“Okay, okay…FINE. You’re forgiven. Now move.” She pushed at his head again.
Grinning triumphantly, Aimaru quickly recovered to his cool smooth self in a matter of seconds as if he wasn’t just groveling at her feet moments ago. “I knew you loved me all along.”
“Whatever.” Kagome gripped.

Sesshoumaru looked up from his Wall Street Journal paper to throw a look of disdain to his half witted half sibling dusting his pants off. “I believe you have brought the art of ass kissing to a new low little brother.” He stated dryly.
They weren’t too far along in the trip and already his brother was up to his meddlesome ways. He was beginning to suspect the demon had a severe case of A.D.D. He showed most if not all the symptoms as it was.
The demon lord watched his brother shrug indifferently as he stood and sat on the miko’s lap much to his and the miko’s annoyance. He found he didn’t like the liberties the other demon was taking upon his secretary. In fact it bothered him quite a bit.
“The only ass these perfectly shaped lips shall touch will be the miko’s. And such a lovely little ass she have, wouldn’t you agree brother?” Aimaru asked with a grin.
“Indeed.” Nope, Sesshoumaru found he didn’t like the demon sitting on the miko’s lap at all. Not one damn bit. It was then the demon lord realizes he had indirectly agreed to something he shouldn’t have.
“Indeed.” Aimaru mocked him in the same dry flat tone and smiled knowingly. “So am I to assume you agree with me when I say the miko’s ass is lovely?” he cocked his head at his brother.
Sesshoumaru resumed to reading his paper and ignored the expectant look on the miko’s face. He may call his brother an idiot, but he knew better. It was a shame the fool wasted all his insightful intellect on such trivial matters.
“Oh, come now brother, no need to be shy. The miko already knows how much I adore her bottom,” he sent a wink over his shoulder to the miko behind him growing redder by the second. “But I’m sure she would like to hear what her boss has to say about it or else her efforts for dressing provocative will be for a not. Surely you would at least grant her a compliment or two hmmm?”
The demon lord remained silent, grateful for the miko’s interference, “Can we please talk about something other than my rear please?” she said from behind the taller demon still sitting on her lap. She attempted to shove the larger demon to the floor. Of course the demon didn’t so much as budge.
“Aimaru move!” Sesshoumaru head the miko hiss at his brother who ignored her demand all together.
Fighting a sigh, Sesshoumaru moved his hand to the arm of the chair where it began to glow green.

Aimaru looked back innocently to the struggling miko behind him. He fought a smirk and feigned ignorance as he watched her face growing redder with strain trying to remove him. She was so cute when flustered. “What’s that precious?”
“I said move.”
“Huh?”
“MOV…” she started until a green whip circled the dark demon’s ankle and yanked him clean off the miko’s lap. Surprised, she looked up to find that Sesshoumaru had his youkai whip latched around Aimaru’s leg and was dragging him single handedly across the carpeted floor of his jet.
Kagome had to bite her inner cheek to hold in her laughter as she watched Aimaru’s blazer and shirt ride up his back as he was dragged. His pants legs raised far up his legs exposing his muscled calves. Kagome didn’t want to embarrass the demon by busting out in laughter, so she held her sides to contain her spasm of restrained giggles. She reached up to wipe away a tear.
After dragging him a good distance away from her, the demon lord left Aimaru on his back in the middle of the floor. “I didn’t realize you were so hard of hearing little brother.” Sesshoumaru said flatly, his bored gold eyes still glued to his paper.
“Hn.” Aimaru answered icily as he rose from the floor without fixing his clothes and moved to walk back to the bedrooms. His pride and ego bruised a hundred times over.
Unable to bear it Kagome let loose the laughter building in her gut when he walked passed her. She laughed even harder when she took a look at the back of him. His pants had risen far up in between his muscled butt cheeks so that he sported his tall black socks making him looked downright comical.
Kagome managed to recover herself enough speak. “Hey…Aimaru? You forgot something.” When he paused to look coldly over his shoulder at her, she pointing down to where he once laid on the floor. “It’s your dignity…you left it behind.”
“Touché, my little miko. Touché.” He called back as he left the main cabin of the jet to go right his clothes ignoring the guffawing miko rolling over in her seat with laughter.
“That’s enough miko.” Kagome ceased her laughter the moment Sesshoumaru spoke and release a refreshed sigh. She felt better anyway so she shrugged her shoulders and turned toward the demon lord. “So have you looked at the proposal?”
She frowned when the demon lord looked at her oddly. “You did receive the proposal…right?”
“No I have not.” He answered tightly.
“But Aimaru was supposed to give it to you when I dropped him off at your office door this morning. He said he laid it on your desk.” She said timidly. “Are you sure you didn’t get it?”
Sesshoumaru’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he recalled the black shiny leather case his idiot brother left on his desk. The case that he himself left on his desk believing it was another one of Aimaru’s sick jokes. “No. I assumed that it will be completed after the idiot left my office.”
“Oh.” She smiled weakly as she rose from her seat. “Excuse me for a moment.” She added then went to the back of the jet to confront Aimaru on this matter.

Sesshoumaru watched the miko leave towards the back of the jet then inwardly cursed his brother’s soul into the deepest depths of hell. If only he was an only child then he wouldn’t be burdened with allowing Aimaru to ride on his coat tails. Unfortunately, because of the modern demon laws, to fire the imbecile now would be relinquishing his own rights to the company he worked so hard to build up to where it is now.
His mother Inu Kimi, was mated to both of their father when she had conceived them. Under demon law her mates had to take on their demoness’ pups, regardless of the sire, as their own child. This also means he would have to divide his assets 70/30 among the heirs. The oldest blood related pup who succeeds the deceased mate would inherit the majority of the inheritance while the others inherit the smaller portion.
One good thing about Sesshoumaru’s relation to Aimaru was that this law also applied to his brother’s father, William Jean-Claude II. This means that Sesshoumaru had rights to 30% percent of William’s inheritance and business should he ever die. The company he runs is a real-estate firm named Superior Royal Real-estate. It was a very successful firm that specializes in managing and selling mansions and castles in various locations in England and America to wealthy demons and humans around the world. Other than that, Sesshoumaru fail to see any other purpose to allow that bastard to live when all he does was cause trouble.
Although… Sesshoumaru paused to look at the vacant chair the miko once occupied.
Sesshoumaru noticed that his brother has calmed down quite a bit since he hired the miko, making dealing with the imbecile more plausible. The man was always easily swayed from his ways when a woman was involved. But at least the miko actually had a positive influence on his behavior.
Somehow the miko managed to stay immune to Aimaru’s charm a managed to correct the ill-behaved lout corrupt ways so that things ran more smoothly in the office. And for that, the demon lord had to give the miko credit. To complete her tasks and errands as asked on time and deal with his lecherous brother, along with raising a young kit was a feat not many women could accomplish. Not just her ability to follow orders, her initiative to better how things are run in the office to make things get done without being told. It bothered him at first until he realized that even he didn’t have the time or patience to oversee everything when he had a lot to do himself and have come to accept the miko’s help in running his office. She was a much more competent worker than Aimaru could ever be and more.
He would be a fool to believe that the well being of TashioTech didn’t depend on that little innocent human. She has effortlessly gained the respect of every employee of TashioTech in but a few weeks of her employment. There was absolutely no one who had anything bad to say about the miko, only that she was a hard worker.
Sesshoumaru looked out among the clouds out the window to the horizon. She was becoming more of an important asset to the company each day she reports for work. He didn’t want to think of the possibility of losing such a diligent worker. The possible chaos that could happen was enough to disturb the demon lord. But what more could he reward her? She was already the highest paid secretary in Chicago. Had benefits that other prestigious white collar workers could only dream of.
No, he sighed inwardly. She wasn’t going anywhere he assured himself. She makes enough to put up with the craziness of his company. It was at that moment when he, the independent, almighty demon lord of Western Japan has come to realize that his needed that woman more than will admit to himself. It was humbling to say the least.

“Aimaru.” She called out sternly and knocked on the door. When the demon finally answered and opened the door, Kagome forced her way into the room.
“My, aren’t you the eager little vixen? Couldn’t wait until we book our rooms in Sin City, precious?” he teased mercilessly.
Kagome scoffed and crossed her arms tightly. It was daunting how much this demon flirts. He took absolutely nothing seriously. “Oh get over yourself. Why didn’t you give Sesshoumaru the proposal? I made sure, that you had it before I left for his mansion.”
She watched the demon twist his lips as he thought for a moment. “I did precious. I placed it right on his desk.” He smiled a knowing smile. “I’m not surprised he haven’t touched it.”

Kagome scowled in confusion. “Why?”
Shrugging, Aimaru moved to sit on the bed and patted an empty spot next to him. He pouted when Kagome declined quickly and remained standing. “So cautious precious. I don’t bite.”
“Not according to those nasty little hickeys you leave on Ronda’s neck. Now as you were saying…?” she urged. No one could ever call Kagome a sucker for a pretty face.
“On occasion, when I deliver documents to my brother, I leave him a complimentary gift. So to share my joy, I gave him the gift of laughter. I wanted my brother to understand the wondrous…”
“Don’t sugar coat it Aimaru.” Kagome interrupted.
With a pout Aimaru relented and shrugged. “I cursed the briefcase holding the documents he needed with an impulsive laughing spelling. It wasn’t malicious or anything I can assure you.”
“To force laughter upon a cold humorless business shark is malicious Aimaru.” Kagome reiterated.
“I’m the annoying little brother, torturing my older brother is expected of me.” Aimaru argued innocently.
“Right.” Kagome agreed sarcastically. “What are going to do about the meeting tonight in Vegas with no proposal to present to the president of Husky Corp?”
Aimaru waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t worry precious. I knew Sesshoumaru was going to avoid that briefcase like a plague and had Ronda to retrieve it. She’ll meet up with us in Vegas. She’s flying in her other lover’s private jet. Though he’s going there for vacation rather than business like me and my brother.” he assured her with a smile. “It’ll be there when we get there.”
Kagome had to suppress the urge to look shocked. “That doesn’t bother you?”
“Why should it?” he asked with a genuine look of confusion on his handsome face. “Our relation is strictly physical.” He smiled wickedly
Kagome rolled her eyes. “I really wish you would take your job seriously Aimaru. TashioTech is a huge business and we can’t afford to deal with you and your antics. From now on I want you to promise me that you will try to take your job as vice president seriously from now on.” When the other demon gave her a droll stare Kagome narrowed her eyes. “Promise me Aimaru. I want the Sun Tribe word of honor.” She insisted.

“You’re a century too early to demand such a thing miko.” He admonished in a tone that mirrored his brother.
“Aimaru.” Kagome warned.
The miko was lucky he loved her enough to let her get away with trying putting him in his place. Didn’t she know what she was asking of a demon whose very nature revolves around promiscuity and mischief? But for her sake, Aimaru will concede…just a little bit. He just wouldn’t be tamed that easily.
He lifted his hands in defeat to placate the miko’s rising temper. “Okay, Fine. This Aimaru Jean-Claude III, superior child blessed by the Sun Kami and sired by the Alpha of the Sun Inu Tribe, will swear, with the symbol of my lineage as my witness, to take my job as a vice president seriously.” He suppressed a shudder of revulsion as he spoke in a proud tone with his chin high in air to complete the honorable act.
He watched the miko narrow her eyes suspiciously. He had a feeling she didn’t buy his act. He’ll he didn’t even buy it. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t at least try for her sake. Besides he already swore with his symbol of heritage as witness. One doesn’t make pledges like that only to take it likely. It wasn’t that big of a promise. He only agreed to keep it professional with no funny business during work hours, nothing more. Though he wasn’t going to share in interpretation of her wishes, or else the miko will swear him into sainthood.
“I’ll hold you too it Aimaru.” She moved to leave the room with Aimaru right on her heels.
Aimaru drew up short when the miko turned on him suddenly to pin him with hard blue eyes and a manicured digit wagging in his face in warning. “I mean it Aimaru. No funny business.”
“Of course precious. You have my word. Let’s be seated, we are due to land soon in Sin City.” He bowed gracefully and rounded the glaring miko to return to the seating cabin of the jet to prepare for landing, all the while smirking devilishly to himself.
Sin City. He mused.
Aimaru took his seat near the window to look over the city alight with colorful billboards and flashy signs welcoming all those wild souls with the promise of a grand time in its wicked arms of sin. This is where a demon of lust and mischief such as he truly belong.

A knock at the door interrupted Aimaru. He frowned and rose from his chair to investigate. “Excuse me.”
Kagome and Sesshoumaru shared an anxious glance and watched the demon disappear out of the room to answer the front door. Who could that be?
To answer their unasked question, Aimaru returned with a beautiful cheerful woman on his heels. The look on Aimaru’s face told them, this lady was here for reasons they weren’t ready to hear at the moment. She was dressed in a tightly tailored red dress suit and had long golden locks cascading down her back. Her blood red eyes were bright with apparent eagerness to meet Kagome.
The woman spoke before the Aimaru could explain and extended her arm to Kagome enthusiastically. “Hello again, Mrs. Hiragashi. Or to be correct…Mrs. Tashio.” She started giddily. “I can’t even begin to tell you how excited I am to be working with you. I will be sure to work hard to make your experience the most grandest imaginable.”
Kagome timidly shook the lady’s outreached hand and chuckled nervously. “What exactly will we be working on?” she asked. The dread heavy in her gut.
The woman’s smile faded and looked worriedly to Kagome. “Are you alright Mrs. Tashio? Where’s that enthusiasm you had yesterday? Are you having second thoughts about the wedding?”She asked carefully looking between the miko and demon lord. Now that she thought about it, they both did seem much different from last night. What happened, she wondered.
“W-w-wwedding!?” Kagome squealed much to Sesshoumaru discomfort. “What wedding? I thought we already married.”
The woman nodded and smiled sweetly. “Yes you did marry, the traditional HUMAN way. Now we have to plan for the DEMON marriage ceremony. So far I have two castles that I felt met your requirements. One located in England the other in Ireland. Which would you prefer?”
“C-castles?”Kagome echoed breathlessly.
The woman nodded patiently. “Mmmhmm, and the designer of your dress called and said she will be thrilled to design the wedding dress of Mrs. Tashio. You lucky girl. Vera Wang usually doesn’t take on personal requests at the last minute.” She finished nonchalantly tapping her pin thoughtfully to her chin.
“V-VERA WANG!” Kagome screeched loudly in disbelief.
“Lower your voice…mate.” Sesshoumaru groused while holding his ear to protect it from the hysterical miko. He glared up at Aimaru. “Why is this woman here?”
Aimaru shrugged indifferently. “Why she’s the wedding planner YOU commissioned last night to plan your ceremony. She the best wedding planner of America and she specializes mainly in demon ceremonies.”
The demon lord reached up to massage a throbbing temple, “When did this Sesshoumaru plan for this ceremony to take place?”
“A week from now.” She told him confusion heavily in her red eyes. How could the man forget when he plan his own mating ceremony?
Kagome gawked at the wedding planner with wide eyes. “A…week?! B-but b-b-but…”
The taller woman interrupted the stuttering miko to address the demon lord. “Oh I also spoke with the head designer of Armani and he agreed to take on the job of designing you the elder’s of your tribes tux’s Mr. Tashio. Oh this wedding will be the wedding of the millennia.”
Aimaru’s phone rang in the background.
“Indeed.”Sesshoumaru responded dryly fighting the feeling of panic slowly increasing. He was still unsure how to take in all that had just happened in a 24 hour period. What other messes have he and the miko gotten themselves into?
The woman took out her planner and skimmed the pages and smiled proudly at the dazed demon lord. “I have contacted all the elders of Moon Tribe and…”
Sesshoumaru allowed his eye to widen in shock. “You have contacted them already.”
“Mother dearest as well, so it seems.” Aimaru cut in waving his phone about with a smirk to emphasize what he spoke of. “She wishes to speak with you.” He held the phone out to Sesshoumaru, wagging the device in his face mockingly.
Kagome watched the demon lord snatched the phone out of his brother’s hand to hold it tentatively to his ear while she tried to keep up with the wedding planner’s ideas and plans that SHE requested.
“No…” Sesshoumaru managed ground between his fangs through his mother’s hysteric rambling. “Yes…I meant no…not sure…I…”
Ruthless the planner rambled on about her tasks.“Oh and I have sent invitations to everyone on the list you given me by overnight express mail.”
“Y-y-you did?” the miko asked weakly.
The planner frowned. “I must say that Inu Yasha boy was a little unfriendly this morning when he called me to ask whether or not I was planning some sick joke. Are you sure you want to invite him?”
She had told her to invite her friends and they’ve already gotten the invitations? This was becoming too much to take in. What the HELL happened yesterday? “Sesshoumaru …” She whined desperately to the distracted demon lord.
“In a minute miko...” he answered her irritably then regretted his words. “…no...Yes, mother she’s a miko. But…” Sesshoumaru sighed uncharacteristically, “I will speak with you later mother.” He finally growled and hung up the phone and looked impatiently to the wedding planner, his gold eyes dark with his annoyance. “You will leave until I get everything situated here”
“Okay…” the planner bowed and quickly left the room not wanting to anger the demon lord and further.
“And you…” he started as he reached to grab his brother around his collar to pull him down his eye level. “Will continue from where you left off.” He demanded and forced his brother into the chair across from him.
Aimaru fixed his tie and collar then cleared his throat. “Where was I?”
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