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Waking Up In Vegas	By : darkduchess Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 23764 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 8: 5:12 P.M.
Las Vegas
Las Vegas Streets

Making a wild turn into the towering self park garage, Kagome tore up the ramp by Aimaru’s colorful instructions to the mid floor and parked.
Aimaru got out the car point toward the elevators. “Okay everyone out….NOW!” He urged the couple out while he was hanging up his cell phone. He ran across the lot behind the drunken couple to the elevators where he met up with two men dressed in black with ski masks and tossed them the keys as he passed them. “Make it look good boys and I’ll triple your wages.”
The two men whooped and hollered before they jumped into the vehicle and tore back down the ramp into traffic just before the police could set up a blockade around the building.
Shaking his head, Aimaru watched the police cars and helicopters give chase to the car down the strip away from the garage. “I don’t believe this. My favorite car…gone.” He fought back a tear. Growling, he turned to glare at the couple laughing it up behind him. Apparently they were thoroughly entertained. “Oh I’m so happy this all amuse you.” He then glared at Sesshoumaru. “You so owe me a raise brother.”
Kagome caught her breath and wiped away tears. “That was fun.”
Never before did Aimaru ever think he’d want to choke the little miko. “I won’t even ask you where you learned to drive like that precious.”
She shrugged. “Inu Yasha made a Too Fast Too Furious fan out of me.”
“Indeed.”
She looked around and had to lean on Sesshoumaru to balance herself. That was a damn shame. The woman was still drunk. “Where are we?” She asked.
“It’s called a parking lot miko.” Sesshoumaru answered her flatly.
She smacked his arm. “I know that, smart ass. I meant which one.”
Aimaru sighed and walked on ahead. Looking down at his watch, it read 5:15 P.M. “Three hours down, nine more to go before they start kissing porcelain.” And he will make sure he got front row seats to watch their misery like it was a box office hit.
“What’s that Maru?” Kagome asked with a giggle, clinging tightly to Sesshoumaru’s arm.
“Nothing precious.” He assured her ahead of them.
They left the parking lot and walked down the street to another parked car where an old wizen man dressed in a butler’s uniform stood patiently, awaiting their arrival. He promptly opened the driver door for Aimaru and handed him the keys before bowing and leaving.
Kagome looked after the old man quizzically. “Was that a butler?” she suddenly smiled. “His name is Geoffrey is it?” Aimaru rolled his eyes. “Sebastian? Jenkins? No wait, Godfrey.”
“Quiet you.” Aimaru quipped then pulled off.
Okay so far he managed to keep his brother from being prosecuted and blacklisted from all posh restaurants in America and jail time. Sure he lost his favorite car, suffered a broken nose, lost his dignity by shrilling like a young pup because of a certain miko’s driving but at least he was spared the degradation of having to take a mug shot.
He made a left onto a street that he knew was bountiful with jewelry stores with a tired sigh. It was inevitable that he was doomed to participate in this last minute wedding madness. But hey, why not? What could it hurt letting two drunken idiots prove why Las Vegas is notoriously known as sin city? A lot but what did he have to lose beside his sanity?
He stopped before a Tiffany’s jewelry store. It wasn’t the most expensive store in the world, but it was the most renowned in America. It’s the best he could find on such short notice. “Here we are.” He announced with enthusiasm he didn’t feel. “Let’s keep the law out of it this time hm?”
Sesshoumaru ignored him and got out of the car to help Kagome out after him.
Oh, how cute. Aimaru mused dryly.
“I’ll wait here with the engine ready…in case we need to make a getaway.”
Kagome giggled. “You’re so funny Aimaru.” She said before her and Sesshoumaru entered the store.
“Funny…and here I thought I was being serious.” He countered aloud to himself.

Sesshoumaru watched the miko jump from case to case looking for the ‘perfect’ ring. He rolled his eyes when the woman declined the 56^th suggestion made by the storekeeper. How perfect could a ring be before she’ll allow it to adorn her finger? They were even on the top floor of the store where they held the exclusive jewelry for the privileged and she still couldn’t find a ring.
Too shiny; too boxy; too oblong; too little diamonds, too many diamonds…her fickleness was driving him mad. He wanted to buy the whole store and be done with it. In fact…
“Miko…” he started before the woman squealed excitedly.
“This one!!”
Finally. He huffed silently.
He watched the excited miko tap the glass repeatedly until the ring of her choice was placed on her finger to try on. She spun around to wiggle her fingers in his face to show him.
He took in the large emerald cut diamond flanked by two smaller black table cut diamonds embedded in a platinum band. It was nothing spectacular, he’s purchased his mother bigger gems. “We’ll take it.”
He watched her face fall. Now what?
“But we still have to pick the wedding rings.” She said with a pout.
There are more rings involved? “Of course.” He said flatly.
She smiled then turned back to the shop keeper. “Is there a masculine version of this one?”
The shopkeeper smiled patiently and presented the miko with the male counterpart for Sesshoumaru to try on. It was a simple band with diamonds circling it in a black and pure diamond sequence. Again nothing special. “It our most expensive cut diamond for an engagement set.” She started eagerly. The commission for this sale must be big from the look on her face. “Would you like to see our signature wedding set that have yet to be purchased since its creation? Its value is so great it was place on display for years…”
“Just bring them out in our appropriate size and ready them for purchase. Have the engagement rings prepared accordingly.” Sesshoumaru quickly snapped at the shop keeper as he looked down at his watch. It read 5:39 P.M. He was ready to be done with this mundane ordeal.
“But you should know that they are the most…” the woman’s words died in her throat at the malicious growl from the demon lord’s throat. “Right away sir.”
The woman hurried with their purchase when Kagome nudged Sesshoumaru in his side with her elbow. “That wasn’t nice Sesshy-kun. What if I don’t like the wedding rings?”
He shrugged. He figured she’ll get over it. How can you hold a grudge against someone who bought you something shiny and expensive?
“That’ll be 5.1 m…” Before the woman could finish, Sesshoumaru threw his black credit card unto the counter.
“Just charge it.”
“But…” he growled threateningly. “Okay…” she sighed and rung up the purchase and handed the bags to the demon lord. “Please come again.” she smiled broadly.
“Hn.”

Outside the store, Kagome inhaled in the cool night air, elated. She was one step closer to become a Mrs. Tashio. It was all so surreal. Just a day ago she was a 25 year old virgin thinking that she’ll never get married and raise a family and now she was going to be a wife. A real wife, to the Sesshoumaru Tashio no less. She was practically jumping up and down on her heels in excitement as she watched her husband to be, her fiancé, her honey darling suga-lump, throw the bags into the window at his brother after grabbing the engagement rings.
She imagined her husband to be coming home after a hard day’s work to a home cooked meal prepared by hers truly when she’ll pose for him and say the overused clichéd Japanese wife welcome; ‘So what would like to do first darling; eat dinner, take a bath, or …me.’ She squealed.
“You are less of a prick when you’re sober dear brother.” Aimaru hissed as he reached up to rub her sore cheek where the bags smacked him.
Ignoring Aimaru, the tall demon lord dropped slowly to one knee looking up at Kagome. She fought dismissed her daydream to look down at her future husband. Yeah she knew this was coming but to this was still so romantic. To think the great that the great lord Sesshoumaru was on one knee before her, proposing. Another squeal.
“Enough of that horrendous shrilling miko.”
Well her happy moment was just shot to hell.
“Kagome Hiragashi…become my wife.” He said flatly.
He was supposed to ask rather than command but…meh. She held out her hand to receive her ring. “I accept.” She smiled happily. When he stood tall again she fidgeted. She knew he told her to stop but…she squealed anyway and threw herself into his arms.

In the car, Aimaru drew on his cigarette leisurely as he watched the couple. Well, that was certainly interesting. He mused as he looked in the Tiffany’s bags to take out the wedding rings, as it was his duty to keep them as best man.
Opening them, he nearly swallowed his cigarette when he got a good look at the matching wedding ring set in the red velvet boxes. These couldn’t be. No, it just couldn’t…
He took out his phone and Google’d a few things. After a few moments of searching his suspicions were correct when he compared the pictures and the jewelry in his hands. His brother had just brought the legendary Forbidden Pair. The very set of rings Tiffany’s had commissioned for their store as a signature piece made by a skilled craftsman who was a dragon demon renowned for his talents in jewelry making with nothing more that his claws and fire breath. Sure his brother was rich up to his eyeballs, but even this was a stretch for him. Hell, he didn’t even know these were purchasable.
He looked pointedly to the engagement rings now adorning their fingers. He didn’t even want to know how much those cost. He pasted a smile on his face then he hid the boxes in his blazer when Kagome looked up at him beaming.
Well, his future sister-in-law looks happy, so he can’t really complain. He was the one who was going to be pinching pennies anytime soon. “So what now precious?”
“Okay now there’s the bridal shower…” Suddenly the miko started sniffling. “But my friends are not here.” She sniffled again. “And they don’t know about my wedding to even send me gifts.” And there goes the bawling.
Aimaru looked pointedly to his brother holding the sobbing miko in his arms. Well? He asked silently with a look. It surely wasn’t his job to console her.
The demon lord pulled back from the miko to look down at her tear streaked face. “I will take full responsibility and buy you everything you desire. Simply name it my little miko.” Sesshoumaru offered gently.
The miko hiccupped and sniffled cutely with a pout up at his brother. “Anything?”
“Any and everything, miko.” He said as he reached up to wipe the tears from her eyes. “I would give my all to make you happy.” He finished with a kiss.
“Oh spare me.” Griped, Aimaru as he flicked his cigarette out the window and turned away. That had to be the sappiest thing he ever seen.
Karma only snorted at his plea for mercy. She wasn’t done with his yet.

Looking over at the now sober couple, Jabora frowned. His silver eyes looked between the two recently married couple confused for a moment before he leaned back unto Aimaru’s broad chest and crossed his arms in speculation. “So…” he started then crossed his long legs. “That maniac tearing up the streets was you!?”
With nothing more to say, Kagome shrugged. “I guess…”
“So yo’ ass was tore off last night huh?”
“Tore off?” Kagome asked confused. Tore off? Last time she had checked her limbs were still intact. So what the heck was she talking about? She looked to the other three for an explanation.
The tall one in red a tank and sweats, known as Sasha with long white blond hair tied back in a braid spoke up. “He meant drunk sweetie. In other words he’s asking if you were you drunk last night…which seems to be the case apparently.” He offered grimly.
Okay, why couldn’t he have said that in the first place?
“Which is why you really don’t recall anything last night.” A resembling demon lounging against Sasha added. He was of the same build and height as his twin, only he wore royal blue and had curly hair, where his brother had straight hair, cascading down his slender shoulders. He went by the name Nathaniel. But he insisted everyone called him Nay.
“Oh yes the typical last minute drunken Las Vegas marriage scenario…millionaire style.” Also added the female named Duchess in the back ground. She was athletic built Amazon with an unhealthy love for the color black. Tall with long thick braids that fell well past her shoulders. She could be gorgeous…if she smiled.
“Sounds about right.” Sasha said sardonically.
Duchess walked up and lifted Kagome’s hand for a closer look at her rings. She moved the miko’s hand this way and that. “Ah, the Forbidden Pair wedding set. A decade year old set that has never been purchased because its value was too great. It has only been made available for purchase only a few months ago because of the economy is so bad. Its retail value is 4. 5 million dollars.” The dark woman paused at the odd sound in Sesshoumaru’s throat. So it’s hitting him now huh? “Just one infamous black diamond could pay off my college tuition with plenty to spare to live comfortably in my own condo, car, and invest in my freelance career.” She finished with a grin. Okay scratch that, the woman looked scary when she smiled.
Jabora sat up at attention. “Watch her sweetie. She’ll snatch a rock right out of that ring with you none the wiser.”
Nervous, Kagome snatched her hand back. She wasn’t comfortable with the ring because of it’s insane value, but she didn’t want it taken either.
Duchess shrugged and stepped back.
After inspecting her ring, Kagome spared an unsure glance at Sesshoumaru who simply glared at the four strangers. He has yet to say anything. He only glared.
She didn’t want to know what the man was thinking. No doubt he wanted to slay every living being in this room until there was nothing left but their skin cells. Practically everyone here has seen him act completely out of character yesterday and she was sure it was enough to mortify him. She know she’ll eventually get over her humiliation since she was known for not holding her liquor very well and didn’t hold her image in such a high regard as he did.
But what was there to do? There wasn’t a rewind button to push to start this over and do differently.
Aimaru was stiff as a board under Jabora who treated him like his personal lounging chair. He looked moments from tossing the smaller demon off him like he was the bubonic plague. But Kagome knew he was much too chivalrous for that.
“So that would mean you have no recollection of the bridal shower, the first time bachelor/bachelorette part in history, the wedding, and the wedding party?” Jabora asked as he counted off his claws that she just now noticed were painted red with white designs.
She nodded and the demon shook his head. “Umph, umph, umph. That’s a goddamn shame.”
Nay promptly slap Jabora upside the back of his head. “Bitch, don’t you swear our lord’s name in vain.”
“Bitch, take yo’ holy hoe ass back to the room then. Don’t stand there acting holier than thou when I know what you did last week. Nasty ass.” She watched Jabora threaten with the most animated neck action she’s ever seen. That couldn’t be healthy.
Nay shrieked and slapped Sasha’s arm. He in turn slapped his brother right back. “Don’t you slap me! You’d be singing too when Jabora got his foot in your throat.”
It was still hard to understand how the hell Kagome managed to pick up these four drama queens. This is as exposed to ‘ghetto’ Kagome have ever been. It’s…different.
Duchess simply looked on bored.
“If you all don’t mind…” Kagome interrupted earning the stares of everyone in the bedroom. “I would like Aimaru to finish telling me what happened yesterday. We have to leave soon for a meeting then we’re heading back to Chicago.”
She had to cower from the nasty look Aimaru threw her way. What? She shrugged in askance.
Jabora swiveled to glare at Aimaru. “You told me yall were going back to Japan. Is that what we on boo? We gon’ lie to each other now?” Kagome had to bite the inside of her cheek to hold it in. Oh so that’s why he was giving her the traitor glare.
“Well you see…” Aimaru started but was thwarted when the demon on his lap rolled his eyes and performed another interesting neck gesture. He reminded her of a Egyptian with the neck injury..
“Whatever…” Jabora said haughtily. “As of right now, you in tha dog house with me.”
Aimaru looked pleadingly to Kagome. She only shrugged unapologetically. The was reason to look to her for help now. He should have known his punishment, for being a pain in her and his brother’s ass all this time, was coming. And would you look at that…it was delivered in a tight lovely demon package called a Jabora.
“Proceed Aimaru.” Sesshoumaru finally spoke.
Aimaru slumped in his seat. “To make Kagome happy, you, Sesshoumaru, have taken her on a shopping spree…”
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