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In Bed with the Mob
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In Bed with the Mob

Ch. 1: Temptation

It was supposed to be a routine exchange. The guns
were only for show. Nothing was supposed to go wrong, but since when do things
go as planned when dealing with the mob. Naraku had acquired a batch of
diamonds Sesshomaru needed. Well, he didn't need it. He wanted it. He was only
missing a red two Karat diamond to complete his collection, and Sesshomaru
hated to have anything incomplete.

The exchange was to take place in the old
neighborhood. He had taken Miroku to the scene and given him a briefcase full
of money. Naraku was parked across the street. The exchange was simple. Miroku
would meet Kagura half-way across the street, where they would make the
exchange. He normally didn't ask his brother's friends for favors, but he knew
Miroku was the only person that could survive Kagura's wrath other than his
brother and himself. Since he was too proud to make the exchange himself, and
his brother was out of the country, that only left Miroku. He also knew that
the monk had an anniversary coming up, and the prospects of finding the
perfect diamonds to make his wife a custom bracelet would be too tempting for
Miroku to pass.

The street was deserted. Not surprising, since it was
two in the morning. Everything was going as planned. Kagura showed Miroku the
diamonds. He examined the red one Sesshomaru wanted. He nodded and showed
Kagura the money. She took out a bundled and flipped through it to make sure
they were all there. She quickly counted the bundles and nodded. He closed the
briefcase and handed it to her. They were about to turn around when the
screeching sound of breaks caught their attention. Neither of the two had time
to duck before the shots were fired.

Miroku shielded the diamonds with his chest. From what
he could ascertain, everyone was firing at everyone. He heard Sesshomaru call
for him. He was getting ready to leave when he noticed Kagura wasn't moving.
He turned towards her as he grabbed the money. One look at her beautiful face,
and he couldn't help himself. Sesshomaru had ordered the limo to move closer
to the young monk. He didn't waste time throwing the briefcase, diamonds and
young lady in the back seat.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Sesshomaru
asked angrily. "I don't want anything of Naraku's in my presence." His golden
eyes flashed red as the scent of blood began to outweigh the scent of his
enemy.

"What did you want me to do? Leave her out there to
die?" Miroku's violet eyes turned black with anger.

"It's her father's concern."

"And what do you think her father will do when he
realizes his diamonds, money and daughter are all in your possession?" The
years of meditation had paid off. Sesshomaru looked at the ruby lips and pale
face of the unconscious wind demon.

"If she dies in our care, we could be dealing with a
full out war."

Miroku took his jacket and placed it underneath her
breast, placing pressure on the wound. "Then, we'll just have to make sure she
doesn't die."

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Kagura was cold and numb all over. She could feel her
youki weakening, and she didn't mind. The numbness was a welcome relief from
the daily pain she carried, and the coldness reminded her of her lost freedom.
Death was coming, and she welcomed it. Perhaps, she would find the peace that
had eluded her in life.

The young woman groan as a she felt a tingling
sensation envelop her body. She could feel a fire starting at her core as
something started to tighten in her lower abdomen. Was this what death felt
like? She moaned as the fire at her core began to grow. She wanted to rub her
thighs together, to put pressure in the area, but her limbs were too heavy,
and she wasn't sure if she was still in her body to begin with. She groaned in
discomfort and was rewarded with a pressure rubbing against the fire. The
warmth spread throughout her body, strengthening her youki.

She cursed. She wanted death! She wanted freedom! She
wanted that pressure to rub faster! The fire was getting hotter and the
pressure was building; she knew she was shaking. She was cornered and dam was
about to break. She felt a shooting pain followed by a wave of pure ecstasy.
She gasped. Nothing had ever felt that good in her life.

Her eyes fluttered open, not recognizing the ceiling.
She looked down, surprised to find her legs spread apart and a silver head
between them. She groaned in confusion as a pair of golden eyes looked up at
her. He hadn't? He wouldn't?

He smirked at her confused blush before climbing over
her body, resting his cloth-covered erection of over her heat. He kissed her
lips lightly, letting her smell and taste her sex on his lips. He had. The
young woman began to tremble, confusion taking over. The room began to spin as
her limbs turned to concrete. Darkness soon consumed her.

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Sesshomaru licked his lips again as the doctor
examined his guest. It had been difficult, but he had managed to convince
Naraku's personal physician to take a look at her. He was her doctor after
all. "I don't know what you did, Mr. Takahashi, but she seems much better. The
lung is healing quite nicely. She was lucky: had the bullet hit any higher, it
would have ruptured her lung." The dark haired man spoke softly. He was tall
and built with his hair neatly comb and a pleasant smile on his face. Not too
many people could care for demons. Not too many demons needed doctors, either.

Sesshomaru's bedroom door slammed open revealing a
very angry hanyou. His calm black eyes carefully scrutinized the doctor and
the silver haired lord before turning to see his daughter, pale and weak,
resting in Sesshomaru's bed, wearing one of the inu youkai's nightshirts.

"Most people find it appropriate to knock before
entering a Lord's chamber." Sesshomaru growled.

"You've stolen my money and my daughter!" The hanyou
replied.

"And you order a couple of local gang kids to shoot us
down, but let's not get technical. You're daughter is free to go whenever she
wants to."

"Then, I'm taking her with me now." Naraku replied
calmly.

"I wouldn't recommend that." The doctor spoke up. "The
bullet brushed against the young lady's lung. Moving her could be detrimental
to her health."

"She may stay here as my guest for as long as she
needs to." Sesshomaru replied.

"In that case, I will take my money, now."

"I can't do that. You see, our deal was to give the
money to Kagura, who in turn would give us the diamonds. I stand by my word.
Kagura will get the money, when she's ready to leave here." As he spoke, he
stepped closer. Naraku's eyes darkened as he smelled his daughter on him.
Sesshomaru would pay for her services one way or another.

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Kagura awoke with a headache and a full bladder. Her
body was tingling from something she didn't know. She tried to stand, but only
managed to fall on her knees. "Stupid body!" She grumbled. She had almost
gotten rid of it too.

"Stupid woman." A rough voice replied from the corner.
She squinted to see in the darkness, but was only able to see a pair of
glowing amber eyes. A pair of strong arms lifted her to her feet and sat her
on the bed before turning on the dim light of the lamp. The long shadows gave
his pale an ethereal glow as he stared at her ruby eyes.

"Where am I?" She asked with a dry throat.

"My chambers." Her skin tingled at the sound of his
voice�at the sound of the insinuation behind it.

"Am-am I your prisoner?"

"No, my guest. You're free to leave anytime as long as
you can do it with your own two feet."

"Does my father�"

"He agreed that it was best to let you fully recover."

"You mean you forced him to let me stay." He shrugged,
not caring how she phrased it. "I-I need to use the bathroom." He nodded and
helped her up. She was unsteady on her feet, but she insisted on walking. He
licked his lips. He hadn't been able to help himself. She didn't smell of
Naraku there. Her core was an untainted source of her own scent. If the wind
had a flavor, he was sure it would taste like her. And, after two days in his
bed, Naraku's scent was washing off the rest of her.

His appetite was only ignited more by the fact that
she was a virgin. He hadn't meant to rupture her hymen, but he wasn't
expecting to find it there. His claws accidentally brushed against it. Maybe,
he should indulge in the young wind demon while she was staying at his home.
But, that could provoke a war between the two families. He wasn't ready to
risk that.

Sesshomaru heard the doorknob move and waited for her
to pass. She had fixed her messy bun into a somewhat tamed ponytail. She was
still wearing his silk silver pajama top. The buttons hung low on her chest,
showing a river of flesh from her neck to her breasts. Her small waist was
hinted by the light cloth and her legs, her beautiful long legs, were bare for
him to admire. What was life without a little risk?

He moved forward, and for the first time she realized
he wasn't wearing a shirt. She was so used to seeing the mobster in a three
piece suit that she almost gasped at the sight of his eight pack and hardened
pecks. The man was a Greek god sent to Earth to tease her.

He rested his hands on her hips as he locked his eyes
with hers. She didn't have time to react. He swooped down and claimed her
lips. His touch was soft at first, but soon the demon Lord's hunger could not
be appeased. He was passionate, demanding and rough: A combination that
excited her. The immediate change in her scent pleased him as he lifted her
up. She tightened her legs around his waist and let him carry her to the bed.
His lips were exposing more of her breasts as he nipped the exposed skin.

She looked down at the silver hair, a moment's sanity
returning to her. This was her father's worst enemy. Their families hated each
other�What was she doing? If he was doing this to her, it was to hurt her
father, and even though she hated the man, she hated being used even more.
"Stop!" She pleaded, her strength having left her body.

"Are you sure you want me to?" He growled as he fought
back the urge to just take her. She was too weak for that, and it was her
first time.

"Yes."

"Then let me convince you otherwise." He growled as he
began to worship her neck, his hands running up her thighs. Her entire body
trembled in pleasure.

"I-I don't want to be convinced." Her body said
otherwise, but he knew better than to argue with a woman's brain.

"Fine." He covered her up with his blanket before
laying next to her. He let his erection press against her back, as a reminder
of what she had done to him, of what he was doing for her. "I've been watching
you for some time, now." He whispered, knowing she wasn't going to sleep. Her
scent was too alive to be laid to rest. "I see the old men you entertain�your
father's business partners. I see the way you smile at them, and I also see
how you smile at me." His voice was a low growl doing strange things to her
body.

"I have never smiled at you." She complained.

"Not with your lips, but your eyes betray you." He
gently squeezed one of her breasts. "I want to be the one to set you free." He
whispered lowly as his hot breath caressed the back of her neck. He tightened
his hold on her. There wasn't a woman that could resist his charm�for long.

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After nearly five days in bed, Kagura awoke soar.
Sesshomaru may have the most comfortable mattress ever created, but her body
begged for exercise. It probably didn't help that the last three nights she
had slept with an erection pressed against her back. You would think the man
would have given up by now. But, not Sesshomaru Takahashi: He never accepted
defeat.

It was the first time she had woken up during the day,
and to her surprise, her body wasn't tingling like it had the last three
nights. She sat up and admired the bright room. He wasn't there. The heavy
silver curtains were drawn, revealing a giant bay window next to the brass
bed. His bed was immaculate: snow white linens and pure white goose feather
comforter. She noticed delicate golden embroidery on the edge of the sheets.
It was the Keiji symbol for his name.

Looking around she noticed the light wood furniture
with the same brass design as the bed, the silk flowers in the crystal vases,
the Japanese tapestries on the walls, the maple hardwood floors with Persian
rugs, the little girl staring at her from the edge of the bed�

Kagura took a double take at the pair of black eyes
peaking up from the side of the bed. The youkai couldn't help smile and pat
the side of the bed next to her. The girl took a second to test the waters
before rushing to her side. She looked at Kagura curiously before smiling.
Kagura smiled back when she saw the girl was missing her two front teeth. She
also noticed the mop of knots that was passing as hair on the girl's head.

"What happened to you?" Kagura asked lightly as she
examined the damaged hair.

"Jaken 'ook out Rin's hair 'tyle�it's not pretty
anymo'e."

"Are you Rin?" Kagura asked smiling. There was
something about this girl that relaxed her. The five-year-old nodded. "What
are you doing here?"

"Hiddin' cuz Jazen sayz that he got to cut my hair
now�it's too naughty." Kagura frowned examining the hair. Cutting it would be
the easy way out, but it would also leave the girl with a shaved head. No,
cutting it wouldn't do. They would have to wash it and condition it�deep
conditioning.

"I might be able to fix it�" Kagura took a second to
sniff herself. Five days in bed and she was sure to smell funky. She wasn't
sure if anyone had bathed her while she was unconscious, but a bath always
sounded glorious. "Want to take a bath with me?" Rin nodded eagerly. It sure
beat having Jaken chase her down with scissors.

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The last thing Sesshomaru expected to find when he
returned home that fine Friday afternoon was an empty bed and a bathroom full
of giggles. He heard Rin splashing around, which confused him, since Jaken
never allowed her to bathe there. He also didn't like the fact that Kagura
wasn't resting. She was still too weak to leave, that he was sure about.

He walked the bathroom door, which was slightly ajar,
and peaked in surprised to find his Jacuzzi in use by the two women of the
house. Rin was splashing water at the smiling Kagura as she tickled the young
girl. He didn't remember ever hearing Rin laugh that much. Kagura suddenly
turned towards the door sinking in the tub. Their eyes met momentarily and her
smile faded. She looked away and told Rin it was time to rinse her hair.

Both women exited the bathroom a few minutes later to
find Sesshomaru had already removed his tie and jacket. It appeared to be late
afternoon�perhaps close to supper time. He examined the women carefully:
Kagura wrapped in his white terrycloth robe and Rin tied in a giant white
fluffy towel. The girl smiled at him as Kagura carried her to the bed.

"Sesshomaru-sama 's home early." The girl was beaming.
The day was turning out better than expected. The youkai nodded as he watched
Kagura sit the girl on her lap and begin the tedious task of combing Rin's
knots away. He was surprised at Kagura's delicate hand and patience. He was
more surprised at Rin's ability to sit still.

"You don't have a hair drier." Kagura complained. He
looked at her in surprise.

"Why would I need it?"

"You have long hair�drying it comes in handy."

"It dries itself." He dismissed. Kagura looked at him
in disbelief.

"Your hair looks that good without products or heat
styling?" Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow that said,

'Do I look like the kind of man that cares about heat
styling?'

"I hate you." She mumbled in annoyance.

"I've been hated for worst." He replied before using
the intercom to instruct Jaken to find a hair drier for his guest. He was
surprised the toad hadn't come to welcome him home. Perhaps, the toad was
afraid he wouldn't like that Kagura had been giving his ward a bath.

Frankly, he wasn't sure how to feel about it. He
should be angry the daughter of his worst enemy was befriending his ward, but
he wasn't. He was actually pleased that Rin had taken a liking to the wind
demon. Looking at their interaction, Sesshomaru realized an awful truth. Sango
had been right. Rin needed a mother figure in her life, and Jaken wasn't
qualified for the job.

Speaking of the devil, the toad decided to cautiously
enter the Lord's bedroom. He shrieked in relief and aggravation before
starting a rant. "Rin, I've been looking everywhere for you!"

"Don't get mad! I was with the pretty lady! See, she
fixed my hair without cutting it!" Rin protested as she held her hair for him
to see.

"Why were you going to cut Rin's hair?" Sesshomaru
inquired. This led to a string of incoherent apologies and accusations from
the toad.

"It's not his fault." Kagura spoke up trying to plug
the hair drier. "He never had a hair on his head. How is he going to know how
to take care of knots?" Sesshomaru nodded, and the relieved toad suddenly took
a liking to their guest, even though she was the daughter of Naraku.

Sesshomaru watched as Kagura dried and brushed Rin's
hair, styling it a high ponytail. Jaken had brought her the girl's pajamas,
and Kagura had dressed her as well. Kagura had even allowed Rin to take the
drier and dry her hair. The five-year-old had the time of her life brushing
through the smooth black hair. The child was disappointed she wasn't allowed
to eat dinner with Kagura, but the promise that Kagura would have breakfast
with her appeased her enough to leave with Jaken.

"You have a good hand with children."

Kagura shrugged. "I was always the one taking care of
Kana." She had given up on her hair hours ago and decided to tie it in a messy
bun. Realizing she was alone with the mob boss, she suddenly became aware of
her nakedness. Having Rin in the room had made everything seem innocent. Now,
his glowing amber eyes were staring at her. "Where are my clothes? I feel
strong enough to return home tonight." She informed him. His stoic face never
changed, but she could tell that he was displeased by her words.

"They were ruined by the blood and the bullet. I had
them thrown out."

"And my father hasn't sent any of my clothes?"

"An oversight�most men don't think of those things."

"In that case, may I borrow some clothes so I can go
home?" The annoyance in her voice was evident.

"No." He answered evenly. The look she gave him could
have made his brother wince, but he was not his brother. He walked up to the
bed. The sun finished setting as he turned on the lamp.

"Then, I hope you don't mind me borrowing your robe."
She stood up, but his hands stopped her.

"I'll have someone bring you fresh clothes in the
morning. It's late, spend the night." It wasn't a suggestion. It was an order,
and Kagura didn't respond well to orders.

"I want to go home."

"Why?"

"Because� I'm not comfortable here! My place isn't
here!"

"And you're comfortable there?" He inquired as he
removed his shirt.

"That's a stupid question." She retaliated. Why did he
have to get undressed?

"I don't think so." He replied calmly as their dinner
was brought up. He motioned her to sit on the bed as he removed his shoes.
Wearing only his pants, he looked more like a Calvin Klein model than a
mobster. He waited until she had tried the sushi before continuing.

"I've been watching you for a long time, Kagura. You
may be Naraku's daughter, but you're a hell of a business administrator."

"You mean glorified secretary." She corrected.

"More like�right hand woman. I've been thinking of
stealing you from your father for a long time. I have been observing your
relationship. Trying to ascertain any flaws I could exploit."

"I will never leave my father." She answered sadly. "I
wouldn't survive three seconds without his protection."

"But, you hate working for him." Sesshomaru insisted.

"It's not that bad." She denied.

"No? I didn't think you enjoyed whoring yourself to
his business partners." He didn't expect the slap she gave him, but it didn't
bother him either.

"Don't question my honor." She warned as she moved
away from him. After bathing with his bath products, she was smelling more
like him, wearing his robe, with nothing underneath�Kami, he would need every
ounce of control he had to finish what he had started.

"The last governor's ball, I noticed you left early."

"Food poisoning." She replied without turning to face
him.

"Funny, there was nothing wrong with the food until
the old man from Texas ran his hand up your thigh."

"First of all, he was from Arizona." She turned
angrily to him. "Second, my eating habits are none of your business, and
lastly, what my father asks of me is no different from what you want from me!"
He rose to his full height as he stalked her.

"It is completely different. I don't share my
possessions." He growled lowly in her ear.

"I don't belong to you! I belong to no one!" She
protested. Instantly, she was pressed against the wall as he nuzzled her neck.
She didn't remember wrapping her legs around his waist, but she had�and he was
grinding into her. Kami, it felt so good.

"I can set you free, Kagura." He whispered seductively
in her ear. "I can make you fly�Do you want to fly?" She tried to swallow, but
her throat was dry. Somehow she managed to nod. He bit her neck lightly as a
reward before he carried her to the bed. The dim light eerily illuminated her
features, making her red eyes and lips stand out more. She smelled so fresh�so
good. He started kissing down her neck, to her shoulder, up her arm, and
stopped at her wrist. He sucked on the flesh lightly before biting down and
breaking the skin. He eagerly drank her blood as the jolt of pleasure ran
through her body. It was an old inu youkai trick that had never failed to
please their women.

Kagura was now dizzy. It was like swimming in air, and
when his fangs brushed against her hardened nipples she couldn't help but moan
his name. She knew he was smirking, and liked it. Suddenly, every instinct in
her body told her to please him to submit. It was confusing and contradicting
her very being, but she was beyond caring as she rubbed herself against him.
The robe had fallen open as Sesshomaru teased the young youkai. She was
grinding against him, begging him to take him, like a good little bitch. She
had such potential.

He buried his head between her legs and enjoyed her
screams. She had always slept through his midnight snack; it was nice to have
her responsive. She was hot, wet and tight: his favorite combination. But,
tonight he was on a mission. He was going drive her insane with want for him.

He licked her wet folds before sucking on her bundle
of nerves. She screamed, burying her nails in his mattress. He had every
intention of being rough with her�of finding out how much she could take. He
nipped it hard enough to provoke her orgasm, but careful enough not to damage
it�she would be no fun if she wasn't feeling everything to the full extent.

She was trembling and gasping for breath. Her black
hair fanned beneath her in a messy heap as he admired the quick rising and
sinking of her breasts. He moved up her body and began to rub himself against
her. He wasn't about to give her time to recover. He bit her neck harshly as
his claws scratched her skin lightly, then roughly. They never damaged the
surface, though it reddened from his attentions. Hungrily, he sucked her
nipples, like a newborn searching for his first milk.

Kagura moaned loudly�pain had never felt that good.
Desperately, she rubbed herself against him as something built up in her
abdomen again. She needed more�she needed her release. Somehow she managed to
move her hand to his pants and rip the material away. He smirked. She was
learning. His erection pressed against her core, and it felt good. But, it
wasn't enough. She rubbed faster as she moaned a strangled "Please." With one
quick thrust, he was inside her.

She screamed, her orgasm washing away the pain of
being stretched so much so fast. She didn't realize he had flipped them over
until his claws were buried in her thighs. "Come fly with me." He groaned as
he helped her move above him. They started slow, with unsure movement, but
soon, she found her pace. It felt so good to be buried inside her tight little
body as he admired the bouncing of her large breasts. She rested her hands on
his chest to better support herself as her pace quickened. He squeezed her
tight derri�re as she squeezed her walls. The friction was good, but he
wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. He captured one breast in his mouth
and worked on getting her to explode before he did.

Kagura felt like she was riding the wind. Her whole
body was flushed as the adrenaline flood uninhibitedly. The dam water was
rising again, and she was sure to explode soon. She just needed a little
more�he bit down on her breast, squeezing hard her bottom as his tip hit her
womb. The explosion of ecstasy was inevitable as they came together. She
collapsed exhausted above him, feeling weightless and free.

He growled contently as he ran his claws through her
hair. He wasn't in a rush to pull out, since she was still convulsing around
him. "So, have I convinced you to stay?"

Kagura's slight taste of freedom ended bitterly. "Was
the only reason you touched me to get back at Naraku?" Her demand ended in a
rough kiss as he turned them over.

"Keep that man out of our bed." He growled as he began
to pound into her again. How had he gotten so hard so fast? She didn't know,
but she didn't have time to ponder it, as the hard rough thrusts brought her
to the edge once again. He kissed her demandingly as he spilled inside her.
She collapsed into a dreamless sleep from exhaustion.

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She had demanded to be returned to her father the very
next day, and he had conceded. He had not missed the slip of his tongue from
the night before, and neither had she. Something that was not supposed to
happen had�but neither could face it. Deciding he didn't want the smell of
Naraku in his house, he set up a meeting in the city. He would personally see
Kagura to City Hall, and let her walk over to her father.

The two had remained quiet as they waited. Sesshomaru
felt something he never had before growing at the pit of his stomach: doubt.
It wasn't a good feeling. His instincts were telling him not to return the
girl. He knew she would be beaten badly for her indiscretion. He was counting
on that to encourage her to stay, but she seem to prefer her father's wrath
than his touch.

He knew that was not true. She had accepted his touch,
hungrily�like a good bitch. She had refused his offer. It didn't matter.
Naraku's limo was driving up to the curve. Miroku gave Kagura the briefcase as
Sesshomaru grabbed her arm. She looked at her confuse before seeing Koga
walking up the steps. She allowed Sesshomaru to lead her inside, figuring he
was avoiding the police.

"Sesshomaru?" She asked when she noticed they had lost
the detective, but they were still walking.

"I need you to trust me." His words were soft, but
firm. Kagura couldn't help but follow him blindly. She saw her father walking
behind them. He seemed unfazed. Perhaps, this was all part of the exchange.

"Are you going to do what I think you are?" Miroku
asked suddenly.

"Do you have a problem with it?"

"I'm too smart to answer that. I'll go on ahead." He
said before he took the stairs. They made it into the elevator, but did not
wait for her father.

"Sesshomaru�what are you doing?" She demanded firmly.

"The only thing that feels right." The intensity of
his eyes made her back down. They arrived on their floor without any problem
as they moved towards the back, and entered the Justice of the Peace's office.
Kagura had a bad feeling. Something was definitely not right.

"Is everything ready?" Sesshomaru demanded as Miroku
handed him a couple of papers.

"Are you sure this is necessary?" The justice
inquired.

"Yes."

"Then sign here." Sesshomaru did as he was told.
Kagura could see her father approaching the office through the stain glass
window. "Now you, Miss."

Kagura looked at the old man with dark brown hair in
confusion. She felt Sesshomaru scratch the wound on her wrist lightly. She was
suddenly flushed�was that a mating mark? He wouldn't have? Would he? "Trust
me." He whispered as Naraku reached the office.

"Kagura." The hanyou's voice was greasy with
annoyance. "It's time to go home." She looked at the pen in her hand in
disbelief. Had she just signed the document, just because he had asked her? It
didn't matter. It was time for her to face her father's wrath.

"I agree." Sesshomaru spoke up, his stoic mask in
place. "Shall we?" He turned to Kagura and asked. Bewilderment was the only
way to explain her facial expression.

"What is going on here?" Naraku demanded.

"You only have yourself to blame." The Justice
explained. "If you hadn't opposed yourself to there love, they wouldn't have
rushed to get married."

Kagura looked at the Justice in disbelief. "What?"

"It pays to know people." He replied as she looked
down at the document she had just sign. In bold letters it read, "Marriage
Certificate."

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I wasn't going to write this but Tabatha wrote me
about 4 emails begging me to do a follow up with Sesshomaru and Kagura's
story. It will be the same format, and it will wrap up some of the loose ends
from Sleeping with the Mob.
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In Bed with the Mob	By : nena Category: InuYasha > General Views: 6306 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In Bed with the Mob