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Blood is the New Black	By : QueenoftheDream Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 5749 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The car soon pulled up to the Grant Hotel. Kagome once again paid the driver and stepped outside on shaky legs. It felt as if a weight was pressing upon her chest as she looked up at the grand and luxurious hotel exterior. At the very top floor, the lights of the penthouse suite shone yellow through the curtains.
Kagome tentatively walked into the lobby. The employee behind the intricately carved front desk looked at her expectantly. She was sure her disheveled appearance made her an eyesore in the otherwise luxurious foyer. She approached the desk, fiddling with the folded manila package behind her back.
“I, um, I need to go up to the penthouse suite.” The employee looked at her skeptically with one eyebrow raised in suspicion. “Oh, uh,” Kagome spluttered, “Kikyou should be expecting me. A Kikyou Wakahisa?” The employee clacked upon the spotless keyboard before reaching for the phone.
“Ma’am, there is a…” the eyebrow raised once more in questioning.
“Uh, uh, Higurashi!” Kagome blurted.
“…a… ‘Higurashi’ here to see you.”
Kagome heard the tinny voice coming from the phone across the desk, unmistakably belonging to Kikyou, smoothly utter, “Of course, let her up. Give her the spare keycard.”
“But ma’am, that’s against hotel policy! The spare key is only for those with room reserv-“
“Perhaps it slipped your mind, but I pay you to be in my service. When I request something done, I expect it to be done. Give her the key and direct her to the lift.” Kagome shuffled from side to side, pretending that she’d not used her preternatural hearing to eavesdrop like a common sneak.
The employee set the phone in the cradle and, with an almost ascerbic glance, pulled out the spare keycard and strode down the hallway to the elevator. Kagome followed, attempting to smooth her frizzy hair into obedience. The plastic card was thrust into her hand, and she stepped into the plush elevator just as the employee turned on his heel smartly and strode back to his post. Kagome pushed the highest chrome-ringed button, and the elevator lurched upward toward the penthouse suite.
When the lift reached its destination and opened at the top floor, Kagome could see the double doors to the suite at the end of the short hallway. Kikyou’s silver-haired driver stood sentinel as she appeared. He raised his chin as she drew nearer the door, his golden eyes flashing in recognition. He looked so much like the haughty Sesshomaru in that moment that Kagome nearly felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
“Kikyou is expecting me.” Kagome gave a small bow and looked up at him through her eyelashes. He nodded, making his shaggy hair fall into his eyes before he allowed her to come closer. As she approached with the plastic keycard in hand, she felt the thrum of his energy, the aura of a deadly predator radiating through the air. It turned her on, and she quickly hid her face with her hair as she slid the card down the reader on the door. He pulled on the handle, and she slipped inside nimbly before he could detect her attraction.
The suite was lavishly decorated and everything seemed to be made of expensive gold filigree or carved exotic woods. Kikyou was seated in the living area, and her sooty grey eyes followed Kagome as she stepped into the room.
The elder vampire took in Kagome’s disheveled and nervous appearance before gesturing to the dark leather sofa. Kagome stepped up and sank into the soft cushions while tightening her fist around the folded manila envelope.
“I trust you had no trouble obtaining the drop from our contact,” Kikyou began, and Kagome promptly handed her the crumpled and battered package. Kikyou took it with a nod. “Inuyasha will dispense your payment on the way out.” Before Kagome was able to ask who this “Inuyasha” character was, Kikyou continued and leaned forward to place her elbows upon her knees.
“Was there anyone that tried to stop you, Kagome? Anyone who was from a religious order, anyone who threatened you?”
Shit. Kikyou didn’t tell Kagome about the Society of Leopold, so she theoretically shouldn’t know of its existence. Kagome looked to her left where a framed print of a painting was resting against the French doors to the balcony. The painting, depicting two young boys and their dogs fighting, struck a chord and made her feel distinctly uncomfortable.
“There was, um, one woman. She pointed a gun at my head and tried to take the envelope.” Kikyou looked at her levelly, and Kagome gained confidence at the Prince’s calm and attentive expression. “She nearly pushed me from the cliff, so I reacted. I took her gun and shot her, then got rid of the weapon.” She stiffened, hoping she’d not made an error in judgment in telling the half-truth.
To her relief, Kikyou nodded, closing her eyes. “Of course. You did what you must. The woman was most likely from the Society of Leopold. They are hunters of supernaturals, especially vampires. You are extremely lucky that your instincts were correct, as there aren’t many fledglings that have been able to escape an encounter with the Society with their lives.” Kagome lowered her head in modesty, and Kikyou rose to go to the large executive desk in the room. She slipped the manila envelope into a locked drawer and pulled out a small handgun. Kagome tensed, and Kikyou returned to her sofa at a languid pace.
“Take this small token of my gratitude. Or think of it as congratulations for your superior performance in dealing with the hunter. Either way, you may want to keep this and become acquainted with it. Admittedly it is small, but- Are you well, neonate?” Kagome released her involuntarily tight grip upon the leather couch cushions.
“Have you fed tonight?” Kikyou asked her, but her eyes knew the answer. Kagome shook her head. Something told her that mentioning the teenaged boy who had witnessed her inhuman speed would not work out in her favor.
“Tsk,” Kikyou clicked her tongue before kneeling at the sleek black miniature refridgerator. She pulled out a small red pouch, and as she drew closer, Kagome could see that it was a medical packet of blood. It was placed in her lap, and Kikyou returned to her post at the sofa.
Kagome stared at the clear plastic with a mix of morbid fascination and disgust before picking it up and tearing through the corner with her teeth. The chilled vitae was thick and unpleasant in her mouth, but instinct drove her to suck every last drop out of the packet. She had to consciously remind herself that it would be ghastly manners to tear the plastic open and run her tongue along the seams. Kikyou watched her, the same as ever with hawk’s eyes.
“Thank you for-“ Kagome began, but was silenced with a wave of Kikyou’s hand.
“You are dismissed, fledgling. Keep an eye on your email, for I will certainly be calling on you again. You show promise, young Kagome.” Kikyou smiled, her red lips framing perfectly aligned teeth. Rather than being charmed, however, Kagome felt a tingle of something akin to fear creep down her spine. She rose off of the leather cushions and gave a small bow before exiting the suite. Her fingers traveled along the edges of the keycard, and she walked ahead, lost in the spaces in her mind.
Her reverie was ended when a large hand closed around her forearm accompanied by a gruff, “Hey.” She spun on her heel to see the silver-haired young man standing in front of the door.
“She told you to come to me for payment.” Kagome stared like a simpleton until he pulled a folded wad of bills from his back pocket and peeled off $300. She took the payment and stuffed it into the pocket of her shorts before gazing back up at his face.
“Inuyasha,” he growled as he recrossed his arms, but his golden eyes shone with what she guessed to be excitement. He probably didn’t get out too often, being some sort of bodyguard for the Prince of the city and whatnot.
“Kagome,” she replied, extending her arm in a handshake. He looked at her hand with an utterly bored expression. Kagome retracted the proffered limb with a nervous chuckle. “I suspect you’ll be seeing me often, so I figure we should get to know each other, right?”
He was radiating, practically humming with some sort of barely-bridled power, and a little part of Kagome wanted to find out what it was. “Maybe I’ll catch you around,” Kagome offered, backing toward the elevator with a flirtatious smile.
“Oh, I’ll be the one doing the catching,” the male purred, and he flexed his arms ever so slightly. Kagome felt her face flood with fire, and she quickly turned and fled into the elevator to avoid being caught red-faced like a horny school girl.
When she exited the hotel, the same cab was waiting for her, and he drove her back to her apartment without a word. It was nearly daybreak, and Kagome’s limbs were starting to feel that heaviness that signaled that darkness was calling her to slumber.
She opened her apartment door to find, to no surprise, Sesshomaru sitting at her dining room table again. Kagome let out a sigh. “Well?”
Sesshomaru looked up at her and held her would-be assassin’s pendant between his thumb and forefinger. “Society of Leopold.” Kagome’s face fell, and she dropped into the chair across from his and laid her new gun on the table. He bent down and picked up the brown messenger he’d lifted off the body before fleeing the scene. “In here is a portfolio.” He handed Kagome a single file. She opened it, and it felt like all the blood drained from her body.
Across the top of the typed page was her name emblazoned in bold print along with her staff photo from the school she worked for.
‘Higurashi, Kagome
               Age: 24                                                 Origin: Tokyo, JP                                               Alias: Unknown
               D.O.B. 29 June, 1990                                                      D.O.D. Recent; within the month
               Report: Carrying flash drive containing Society movements and lupine developments in the park. She must be stopped at all costs. Source of information/contact: unknown.’
The silence in her ears felt like it would cave in her skull, and she looked up to Sesshomaru with concern. His face was the mask of impassivity as per the usual.
“Did Kikyou tell you what was on that flash drive?”
“…No, she did pay me, though,” Kagome mused as she eased the folded bills out of her shallow pocket to lay them on the table. Sesshomaru examined the money before letting the bills flutter back down to the cluttered table.
“$300 for what amounted to a suicide mission. Kikyou’s world-class value place upon life, Exhibit A,” Sesshomaru drawled sardonically with a roll of his light gold eyes. “You realize that if it wasn’t for me, you’d be a pile of vampire dust blowing away in the wind, right? She sent you on a mission that odds dictated you wouldn’t come back from.”
Kagome frowned, and she reached forward across the table to lay her hand upon his. He pulled away, and Kagome felt a pang of something like guilt. He did save her ass after all. “I know that,” she said softly, “and I’m grateful for it. You can have some of the money. Or all of it- it doesn’t matter to me.” She paused and scanned his face. He was, as usual, sprawled out in the chair, bending it so far back that she feared the cheap plastic would snap and send him hurtling toward a back injury. His chin was resting upon his chest, and gazed up at her with a vague look of disgust.
“Kikyou asked if anyone tried to stop me,” Kagome continued, ignoring his condescending stare. “I had to tell her something. I mean, only what was necessary, but she knows. Now please tell me you grabbed the gun before you took off.” He rolled his eyes once more and pulled his bomber jacket open to reveal the pistol tucked into a pocket. “Right. Now tell me what’s in the rest of that bag.”
Sesshomaru brushed the money toward his childe before tipping the bag over and emptying its contents upon the table. Several gun clips tumbled out along with a handful of receipts. The last two items that fell were an identification card and a letter sealed with scarlet wax. Kagome lifted the letter and slid her finger under the seal until it popped off of the paper.
‘Vera,
Know that you are doing the Lord’s work and that He shall reward your great and honorable deeds done for the sake of humanity.
The target may be accompanied by another devil- perhaps her sire- so you must be vigilant and careful to slay them both and rid the earth of their hellish and toxic presence.
God go with you and bless you.
E.’
Kagome read the letter out loud with a trembling voice as the reality fully sank in. “Vera Lauritsen,” Sesshomaru read off of the identification badge. “It appears to be some sort of keycard. Keep this.” He tossed it toward Kagome, who clumsily caught it and tucked it into the tiny wallet she carried along with the hotel keycard.
The two sat in mutual silence for several minutes- Sesshomaru further examining the contents of the bag and Kagome running thoughts through the sieve of her mind and trying to make sense of everything. Quick as a lightning bolt, a thought struck her.
“If Kikyou sent me in knowing I would be killed, then what of the flash drive? If I was dead, the data would fall into enemy hands. So the info must have been meant to be found by the enemy. Is it false?”
“Very sharp, fledgling. You’re learning quickly,” Sesshomaru commented with a half smirk.
“So she paid me for what was essentially a failed mission?”
Sesshomaru clicked his tongue, setting the materials down and watching Kagome mentally untangle Kikyou’s plot.
“Then again, she couldn’t very well tell me that she’d planned on me failing and planting the false information, so of course she paid me,” she mused. She tried to squash the feelings of hurt and betrayal that bubbled up against her will.
“Learn to play the game, little Kagome. Your motives are far too transparent.” Kagome’s shoulders fell in a sigh. “Don’t take it personally. If you want the truth, this was not a test for you. It was a meant for me.” Sesshomaru leaned forward toward her. At her confused frown, he elaborated. “Kikyou knows I’m around somewhere. She doesn’t know where, why, who is involved… She’s trying to draw me out. This little episode served to prove one of three possible things: One, that you’re a master in tae kwon do; two, that God struck our little agent dumb, allowing you to disarm and kill her; or three, that I’m still lurking around her domain. Undoubtedly that flash drive contained real information, but it’s probably data negligible enough to warrant risking it with a neophyte fresh off the meat truck. Her little scheme half-failed, but you have to keep your guard up around her, even more so now.” Kagome nodded, trying to wrap her head around the increasingly complicated web she had become trapped in. Sesshomaru continued, stating, “Tomorrow I think we’ll pay a visit to the Club. There are a few ‘non-conformist’ types you should meet now that you’ve had a glimpse into the Camarilla game.”
“Nonconformists? You mean Anarchs?” Her sire nodded. “Make sure you wake me first thing in the morning- er, evening.”
“It appears it’s already morning,” Sesshomaru remarked drily. The digital clock in her living room flashed 6:09AM. Kagome jumped to her feet and went to the door to see her sire out, but he remained firmly planted in the chair.
“Well…?” She put a hand on her hip and looked at him expectantly.
“There is a window in the hallway,” he stated slowly, as if speaking to an imbecile.
“And… oh.” Realization dawned upon her. The dawn itself was upon them, so he was trapped in her apartment until nightfall. She flipped the light switch down, plunging them both into absolute darkness. “Sorry,” she muttered as she skulked toward the bedroom, which was lit with nothing but a small, dim nightlight.
Sesshomaru made his way to the couch, and Kagome turned on her heel. “Aren’t you coming?” He raised an eyebrow. “Please stay with me,” she murmured.
“A little too old and, frankly, dead to be fearing monsters in the night, aren’t we?” His tone was almost scornful, and she shot him a pleading look.
“Just for tonight, I promise. I’ll feel better about this whole mess.”
With a long-suffering sigh, he followed her into the bedroom as she shamelessly peeled off her tank top and shorts, and he likewise disposed of his jacket and shirt. She slipped into her grey satin nightie and climbed under the blanket, holding it up for Sesshomaru to slide in next to her. He pursed his lips.
“For fuck’s sake, it’s just a blanket,” she grumbled in exasperation. He remained rooted in his spot, and Kagome rolled her eyes with a huff and threw herself onto the pillow, wrapping the blanket around her. She felt Sesshomaru climb on top of the sheets next to her, and he laid stock still.
Casting a look over her left shoulder, she could see by the faint glow of the nightlight that he’d folded his hands behind him, displaying his biceps and his newly exposed pectorals. His muscles were smooth and hard, making him look as if carved from milky quartz. Her fingers itched to roam over the planes and dips of his sculpted flesh, but one of his eyes cracked open mid-dirty thought.
“You shouldn’t stare. It’s impolite, you know,” he muttered with a smug smirk. Kagome scoffed in irritation and rolled back onto her right side. As the sun rose over her darkened apartment, Kagome finally allowed herself to succumb to slumber.

Welp, I promised Anarchs to you, my darling readers , and I have failed you. Next chapter, I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.
So. Don’t think that I mean to make Kikyou out to be “the bad guy” in all of this- it’s a lot more complicated that Kagome knows at this point. Even Sesshomaru is in the dark about some of it. You’ll be uncovering the tangled web one thread at a time with Kagome.
This chapter was inspired by "Suspiria Snow White" by The 69 Eyes.
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