Chapter 1

Maid of My Mafia

By: pillowsama

Cookies are for mafia

Kagome stepped out the black limousine and gasped at the sight before her. "You've got to be kidding me."

The place was massively built and greatly resembled the white house. The steps leading to the house were sweeping and the whole aura of the house had a nice serene-ness. She saw the ivy curl around the white stones, the trees organized the traditional matter leading travelers to the house to gaze at it's magnificence. She was a bit thrown off once more at the site. 'This is so...not...my idea...'

She gently rapped the wooden door.

A small man opened the door slightly, to peer outside. "What?" His voice a light rasp. The skin on his face seemed even greener than the last time she'd seen him. 'Good ole Mr. Jaken'. "I'm the new maid Mr. Jaken! pleased to see you again." She smiled and did a small curtsy.

She was a smart girl. Maybe enough to realize that her co-worker didn't really like her much. He grunted and beckoned her into the house. "Down the hall and turn left. Third door on the right."

'Even I wouldn't position myself in on the first floor...No protection.' From her point of view, she saw about three floors and a wide amount of space, and barely enough surveillance. At least not enough for the man she was going to see.

Through the corridors adorned with what seemed like medieval Asian art, she made mental images and memories. She for one was going to be there for a while. Kagome visually pictured her times in this house. She pictured herself dusting each and everything in the house; breaking her back to clean it. The was domestic labor she would bare; 'With no pay...' She mentally grunted.

The final door that would decide her fate lay before her. Could she bear it? Oh yes she could.

"Enter."

'I didn't even knock...' Kagome felt chills flow down her spines. The hairs stand on her neck, but she straighten herself up a bit to once more meet him. Her stomach afloat with butterflies. 'God I swear I'll wet my pants...'

InuTashio clicked the keys on his board as he stared intently on his computer screen. He cringled everytime the door opened, the sound scared the beard off him sometimes. 'I sometimes wonder...is the wood as old as I am?'

He ran his hair through his now graying hair, and waited for the girl to finish entering first before even looking up and acknowledging her. The girl did a fake cough to draw attention to herself, which worked for he did look at her. She was normal looking, tall, and seemed well mannered. "Well, How are you Kagome?"

The smile he'd so rarely seen as a child shown lit her pale face.

"I'm fine InuTashio." She went and gave him and squeeze. But went back to her spot and stood before him. He took of his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. 'Time to get down to business...'

"How old are you? Do you realize how long you are staying?" He trailed off and watched the girl. Kagome stood patiently and looked out the window before turning her attention back on him.

From a time he could not recall she stood in that same spot and looked at him, from behind her father's pant leg. Her father was doing business with him for some time, but it was time to invite Kagome's family over for a stay. Years later as a favor to her father she'd be staying here by herself.

She tightened her ponytail and sat down on the carpet in her big t-shirt and jeans. "I'm in high school if that's what you mean, and I know I'm staying for a year." Kagome leaned on her arms and stared at the bookshelves that lined the walls. But it seems the attention was focused on only one directly by the door.

Kagome ran to it and seemed to browse the selection and drew out a book and skimmed through the pages. "What are you looking for?" He came around from his desk and looked with her. "What? Oh." She looked up at him in surprise.

"Could you reach for the top shelf, the box to the right?"

Inutashio backed up and scowled. "How did you know about it?" He didn't even tell his sons, but how did this intruder know his secret?

Kagome crossed her arms, and stared into his eyes the fire burning now in a raging humid red storm. He watched them turn from their usually dark passive self to something different.

This was not the girl years ago.

Sweat poured down his forehead as he anticipated her next move. "It would be a shame, if Mrs. Inutashio found it wouldn't it? I expect she wouldn't be too happy?" She played coy and leaned against the shelf waiting for his next move. He moved to the mini fridge and got out two cups and filled them up, handing one to Kagome before standing straight again. "This is black mail you realize?"

"Of course. But it's all business isn't it?"

"Of course. You are staying here for a year anyway. Your family arranged it with mine, at your wish so you would avoid the subject of marriage..." He reached up for the wooden box that held his treasure and pride. He laughed softly, for joy as soon as his finger graced the smooth surface. "What your deal?" He said opening it.

"We split it.-" She said reaching inside the box. "I'm to work as maid sir, I would have found out eventually. So you mustn't hold out on me."

Kagome glowed as she saw the contents. She moaned. "Where did you get these?" Their chocalately goodness teasing her tongue.

"I'm in the Mafia Kagome. Cookies are part of the deal."

He gently rapped the door.

His father was to meet him at lunch half an hour ago, but it turns out he never showed up. This from the man who always lectured him about being on time, and the success of business was the main priority. Maybe the sky really was falling. Sesshoumaru heard the shuffle and stubbing in the room that. Somewhere between there he swore he heard Inutasiho. "Hurry! Hide it!"

"Then get off your butt and help!"

'Good god he's at it again...' The door opened to reveal a startled old man and a vaguely familiar guest. He sat down and grabbed a cup to join them. "This is why you forgot our business meet?" The frown in his lips deepened after he took at bite of cookie (though not for long). The chip was perfect. The girl shuffled a bit and handed him another one and sat back in the old traditional style of sitting on one's legs.

She girl certainly did look familiar. "Sesshoumaru this Kagome... Remember the girl who came years ago?-She's staying and your brothers as your new maid, so treat her well-" He sipped the last drop of his milk and got up. "You are to show her to your rooms and get her acquainted with the help." Behind the desk of his office he sat and regained his posture to finally run the business.

Sesshoumaru nodded, and slide out the door and waited for the girl to quietly shuffle along. "You look nothing like your father." He heard her breathe through her motionless lips.

"Of course not."

"Defintely, Sesshoumaru! He looks better."

Kagome grabbed the blue sleeve of his shirt. "Why do you get to lead? Huh? I want to!" With that he was dragged along on her rampage through the house. 'Obviously, the girl has clearly forgotten that she doesn't know her way around the house.' They went down the corridor up the stairs and down again until she huffed out of breathe and crumbled to the ground in frustration.

"You've forgotten you don't know the house."

"No duh."

"Then may I lead now?"

Kagome's silence was all he needed to continue on his way.

He quietly went up the stairs made a left passing various of the art collected by himself. He was rather proud of them. Added a bit of personality in this formal house. "Here. You'll be staying in the room beside mine in case you need anything..." He watched her trail off from the door way that he leaned against and take in her surroundings. 'I'll be staying with her for a year...'

Kagome sat on the bed and hugged the pillow to her and looked up at him. He didn't know what it was... What could have possibly come over him...To utter the words..."Why didn't you visit?"

She gazed silently at him for some time before looking away at the clock. When was the last time she'd hear him speak so softly? "I was busy..." His heart cracked a small crease. "You'll be staying here so schools no option. I suggest you find something to amuse your time."

"I'll be going out. Later. To hang out. "

He smiled and remembered. She was a maid...And he her master...

Kagome got out the outfit that was going to fit her mood just right tonight.

She changed in her room and came out in front of the mirror and saw a black headed girl in a stripped black and white pantsuit. 'Gosh... I love it!' Glittery silver eye shadow she put on the lids, then black liner. 'Tacky...But still cool...' Inwardly she chuckled. You weren't suppose to wear the same color eye shadow as your outfit... She put on a hat that fit just right on her head. Kagome tipped it to the side and did a few poses.

Perfect...dangerous...sexy...and gangster.

They were going to a club and Miroku figured it would be fun to dress up for the night. She leaned into the mirror getting into the outfit. "Do you feel Lucky? punk? Do you? Feel lucky punk?"

"As a matter I actually do."

Caught off surprise she found Sesshoumaru who'd been gone just half an hour ago. "What do you want?" she growled.

"Where do you think your going?" He asked his eyebrow raised.

"Out."

"But you have to work. I believe there's a bathroom that needs cleaning." Sesshoumaru calmly stated holding something. His hands behind his back, he drew out another outfit. 'Good God...'

Sesshoumagu innocently. He pushed the outfit to her. "You'll be wearing this..."

"Are you kidding? That thing barely covers my crotch!" She argued. Her hands motioning over her pelvis area to prove a point. "I'm a maid Sesshoumaru! Damn it! But not a French one!"

The clothes were just a mini skirt with ruffles and lace, black and white, apron and all. The classic, yet slutty...French Maid.

Sesshoumaru was taking this better than expected. Inuyasha had a closet from of those...for women...the one he held in his hand was only with enough covering he found a woman should wear trampling around the house with a duster. Kagome tried to protest, and finally won out agreeing to not go, but refusing to wear the outfit. He watched her stomp on to do her job leaving him alone to quietly stare at the out fit he'd grown admire. The outfit she had one was quite flattering on her too...Oh so many decisions... So he decided one thing, she would wear the both of them.

'Tough mafia gangster by day...Sexy French maid...by night...'

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