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Defensive Interference	By : monophobian Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 4843 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Kagome stood next to her window, looking down at the traffic below. The foot traffic had all but disappeared, most people having already been at work for a couple hours. The street was steady, cars moving at decent speeds as they continued on their way. It was that weird time of day where the restless energy said it was time for lunch, but the clock insisted it was still morning.
The miko had been staring out the wall of glass for about twenty minutes. The first meeting of the morning had given her feedback on a few of the designs, specifically the packaging. As soon as the meeting ended, she poured herself over her desk; redrafting and fixing the issues that had come up. At least trying to fix them. Half an hour of failed attempts and scrapped ideas left her desk in a mess and her mind restless.
A car stopped at the curb on the other side of the street just as she heard her office door open. The wave of calm youki that washed over her told her exactly who it was and she remained still as she watched the car driver exit the vehicle and walk around to open the back seat. The door closed on a soft click as the driver helped a well-dressed, older woman climb out of the car.
As if on cue, soft footfalls travelling to her desk aligned with the movement of the woman’s small heels as she allowed herself to be escorted into the other building. She knew he was allowing sound for her sake, wanting her to be very aware of his presence in her office.
He must have known she was restless, must have felt her unsettled reiki battering out in pulses at the stationary walls surrounding her desk. The two years of freelancing had spoiled her. Whenever her space got too small, the silence of her work too oppressing, she had the freedom to run. Working at home gave her the freedom to leave, put down her work and walk away from it all for just a bit of time.
Now, she had a desk job. She had a schedule she couldn’t overthrow simply because her hormones were going crazy.
“Miko.”
The word traveled through imaginary distance between them, sinking through layers of tension and stress. It brought her back to a time when the cool timbre of his baritone was all she needed, when the dance of his youki against her skin was all she wanted. The word still held comfort, still calmed her anxiety, but rather than golden eyes piercing through her mind, she was struck with the blue of the sky.
How things have changed.
“Come.”
The simple command had her turning, pivoting on her heel to find him standing in front of her desk. His jacket and tie were gone, the top buttons of his shirt undone to reveal the carved, pale throat beneath. His shoulders were relaxed, covered in silver hair cascading from his temple as his hands sat in the pockets of his slacks. He met her gaze briefly before turning and heading toward the door. He paused after opening it, his chin barely turning as he waited for her to follow.
Kagome blew out a silent breath, reaching out to grab her purse.
“Leave it.”
She raised an eyebrow at his back, weighing her options. They had gotten along well since her first day and she was hesitant to start her second week off on a bad foot. She decided to listen to him and instead just grabbed her phone before following him and closing the door behind her.
He led her down the hallway to the elevator in silence and when the doors closed them off from the rest of the building, she braced herself for whatever conversation had been running through his mind. It never came. The silence continued as the elevator moved down to the garage below the foyer. His youki remained though, rolling over her in soothing waves.
They learned of the benefits of this action long ago. Too much energy coursing through her, too many thoughts running through her mind, and she would need an outlet, she would need something to do. Sesshomaru’s wealth of youki was that something to fight, to anchor on in times that she wasn’t able to escape and work out her frustrations herself.
The elevator stopped, the doors opened, and Kagome looked up at the daiyoukai, waiting for an answer to all the unspoken questions. She wasn’t expecting to find him watching her and their gazes met for a moment before he was turning away and moving out into the garage.
She slowed as he fished a keychain out of his pocket, the lights of a sleek, black Audi flashing when a claw carefully tapped a button. He continued, ignoring her hesitation, and opened the passenger door. When he turned back to her, expectation written all over his face for her to get in, she almost stopped completely. The pulse of his youki kept her moving until she was next to him, her palm resting on the top of the car as her foot hesitated stepping in.
She must have paused too long. His youki pulsed once more, a sharp edge showing his displeasure. She felt more than heard the rumble emanate from the base of his throat and pure defiance had her dropping her heel back onto the asphalt, blue eyes turning sharply to stare up at him.
“You are not productive like this.”
Her chin jerked. “And how is this supposed to help?”
“Get in.”
Even through the harsh tone, the glare set on his face, his demeanor remained the same. He was still the comforting presence that appeared in her office. He must have done that on purpose, as it was the only reason she snorted in response and slowly lowered herself into the seat.
The door was closed on her and a few breaths later had him sliding into the driver’s seat. The car was built for luxury, the engine barely making a sound as it came to life. He drove smoothly, graceful turns in the small area until they were turning onto the road and into moving traffic.
A tap on the steering wheel turned on the radio and Kagome bit back a laugh. Some things never change. The violins moving beneath the long Latin phrases filled the car, acting as a soft background to the view of city traffic and advertisement. A few traffic lights and then they were on the freeway, weaving through cars as they gained speed, the view of the city opening up to her.
As much as she didn’t want to admit it, the distraction helped. As the voices hit their forte, the violins continuing their dance with the rest of the orchestra, she relaxed back into the leather of her seat, allowing her aura to flood out into the car. Funny, how a song of judgment in a mass for the dead would be soothing to her.
Her reiki crackled against his youki, the errant pulses skittering over her skin where they touched. It was a dance long forgotten, one she had shoved in deep memories when she had ended that part of her life. She had found other outlets, other routines to calm her down when her hormones spiked, and they had worked well.
She had forgotten all about it with the start of this new job.
“I was distracting you, wasn’t I?” she murmured, not moving her gaze from the window. It made sense; the daiyoukai was far too disciplined to take a break during the day solely for her sake.
“I had forgotten this about you,” came his response, one that surprised her. She kept her eyes on the view, though, giving him silence. Her knowledge of him told her there was more he had to say. “I had also forgotten how annoying it could be.”
She couldn’t help her low chuckle, remembering how aggravated her restlessness used to make him. He was always so poised, so in control that the spasms of her emotions and aura would dig its way under his skin and provoke harsh reactions.
“I apologize for the inconvenience,” she teased, daring to turn and smile in his direction. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
A raised eyebrow and a curt glance her way had her laughing. Her sarcasm would aggravate him just as much as her restlessness. The banter felt good; enough years had passed to have them on equal footing.
He turned off the freeway, taking an exit she was familiar with. Minutes later, the car was pulling off the road, finding a parking spot in the sparse lot. He was out of car before she could say anything, closing the door and locking it. Kagome pulled on the door handle and found it locked. The bastard must have hit the child lock on the door. Her phone buzzed in her lap.
“Stay.”
Deep down, she would be lying if she claimed to be surprised. She had hit a nerve earlier, distracting him from his work without his permission. However, that didn’t mean she appreciated the order. Her fingers flew over the screen, sending her reply instantly.
“I’m not a dog.”
She didn’t get a reply.
Luckily, the miko didn’t have to wait long. A few minutes went by before Sesshomaru was opening the door and sliding back into the car, handing her a white cup with the tab of a tea bag sticking out. His own cup was set down in the cup holder, and then the car was moving, turning onto the street and heading back to the freeway.
The heat seeped through the cup into her hands as she held it, lifting it to her chin to breathe in the aroma. This locally owned bakery had some of the best tea in town. She rarely visited, having learned of it through the daiyoukai currently driving.
“Thank you,” she murmured, breathing in the smell once more. As much as she was dying to taste, she knew it was best to give the tea time to seep and wait until they returned to the office.
The ride back was quiet, the music continuing through the rest of the requiem, having moved on to major keys. The return of his youki in the car continued it’s soothing rhythm and before long, they were pulling back into the garage hidden underneath his empire.
Silence followed them into the elevator and onto the correct floor. Kagome ignored the almost-subtle glances from the receptionist and quickly followed Sesshomaru down the hallway. She half expected him to continue down to his, but spared him a look as she allowed him to show her back into her office.
She ignored her previous perch at the window, instead choosing to take a seat at her desk. Taking a sip of her tea, she felt the warmth spread down her torso as she settled into the chair.
A claw tapped one of the drafts on her desk. “This one.” And with that, the daiyoukai was gone.
***
“Hey, Kagome.”
The miko looked up from her computer screen to see Rin in the doorway.
“I’m thinking of going to the deli for lunch. Want to come?”
“Sure!” It didn’t take long to decide that. “Let me finish this real quick?”
“Of course. Just find me when you’re ready.”
A few minutes later, Kagome saved her documents and put her desk into some semblance of order. The tea break and Sesshomaru’s input had made the project easier, having her focus on one direction instead of five. She grabbed her wallet from her purse and slipped out of her office.
Rin’s office across from her was empty, so she followed the voices down the hall. Kagome peered around the open door into Sesshomaru’s office to find Rin leaning over him to tap a few keys on the computer.
“Ready?”
Rin shot up, flashing Kagome a smile as she continued her explanation. The daiyoukai’s gaze flitted once from his valuable assistant to Kagome before retuning to Rin.
“Getting lunch?”
“Yeah, we’re going to run down to the deli. Do you want anything?”
The miko leaned against the doorjamb, observing the interaction in front of her. There was nothing about Rin that was nervous around the powerful youkai. She seemed perfectly at ease.
“Hn.”
“Alright, we’ll be back in an hour.” The woman gracefully moved around his desk and out into the hallway. Kagome followed her down to grab her purse and they continued to the elevator.
“How long have you worked here?” Kagome asked as they waited for the elevator to appear.
“About five years,” Rin answered, digging through her purse. She pulled out her phone and checked the screen before dropping it back in. “I started as a receptionist down in the main foyer, then worked my way up. I’ve been working in my current position for a little over three years.”
The elevator opened and the two stepped inside.
“You like it?”
Rin threw a smile at the miko, obviously catching the underlying question. “Absolutely love it. It’s such a rewarding position to be able to see what comes from all of our hard work.”
The trip down was quick and soon the two women were out onto the street.
“How long have you known Mr. Taisho?”
Kagome glanced over at Rin, half-surprised at the question.
“You’re more comfortable around him than most people that work in this building and he treats you as if he’s known you for years,” she explained, having seen the expression on the miko’s face.
“Yeah, I guess that would raise some questions,” Kagome conceded. “I’ve known him for about six years, maybe seven.”
“Oh?”
“My mother lives on a shrine with my grandfather and the Taisho family was setting up a formal visit. I met Inuyasha through that and we became close friends.” She paused, hesitating to tell her anything beyond that.
The two arrived at the deli and entered, quickly joining the short line. They were taking a slightly late lunch and had missed the rush from the rest of the city.
“Who was that handsome man in the office last week?” Rin asked, her eyes dancing.
Kagome felt her cheeks blush. She hadn’t known Rin was there when Kouga showed up. “That’s my boyfriend, Kouga.”
“How long have you been dating?”
“Not long, a couple weeks. I’ve known him for years, but the dating part is a recent development.”
“What does he do?”
“Teaches history at the high school.”
Rin’s turn came up and soon, the women were waiting for their orders to be finished. “How did you two meet?”
“Twenty questions, already?” Kagome teased.
Rin had the grace to blush, taking a drink from her water to buy her some time. “Sorry. I have a bad habit of talking too much at times.”
“I don’t mind,” the miko reassured. “He was one of my TAs in college.” Rin’s eyebrows shot up to her bangs and Kagome giggled. “Nothing like that! I mean, yeah, he was hot and I would have been interested, but he was a TA! I wasn’t going to do anything while in his class.”
“Yeah, but after!”
Kagome let out a hearty laugh, thoroughly amused by the bond she had made with Rin. It was nice to have someone to talk to in such a professional office. “He didn’t seem interested and then I was dating someone.”
Their orders came up and the two were soon on their way back to the office. “That’s neat, though,” Rin stated, “how it all came around.”
Kagome snorted. “My best friend wouldn’t leave it alone. After a while, I could have sworn she was creating events just to push us together.”
“Must have worked?”
“It did,” she agreed, smiling.
“Are you two serious?”
Kagome paused, mulling over the question in her mind.
Rin picked up on her hesitation and quickly interrupted her thoughts. “Sorry, that was rude of me. You said you’ve only been dating a couple weeks; it might be too soon.”
“Yeah, but…” Kagome stopped, looking up as they entered the building. “I think it is serious.”
Rin considered the miko lost in thought as they waited for the elevator. Things around the office were about to get really interesting.
A/N: I know, I KNOW. It's taking FOREVER to get the back story going. I'm sorry. I know it's frustrating that it keeps getting mentioned with no information, but I promise you, it's coming. Thank you for your reviews -- I love hearing what you guys think.
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