(a/n: bad writers block with other story, using this to....vent, or work through it. Please, send me a muse...)

Kagome grasped out for her dark angel's face with her hands and pulled it close to hers. She waited till their foreheads were touching before she lowered her eyes from his and spoke. "Please don't walk away. Please tell me you'll stay." She held on, squeezing her eyes shut so tightly, trying to keep tears from forming as she already knew her pleas were falling on deaf ears. A heavy sigh was heard. The warm hands touched on top of hers and pulled them away from his face. Kagome collapsed onto the wall behind her, sobbing hysterically really, as her heart seemed to slow down to the pace of the retreating footsteps from her.

XxX

Groggily Kagome awoke to the sunshine beating down on her face, almost hot enough to make her start sweating. She took a deep sigh of breath in. Where the hell was she this morning? She turned around with no concern of waking the other person. 'Oh yes. Blue eyes if my memory does me well, which according to that awful recurring dream it does,' she thought, somewhat contemptful, as she looked over the man sleeping next to her. He had long black hair and a dark tan protruding somewhat from the upper half of the sheet tangled with his body. Kagome rolled her eyes at the pathetic man as she played over the previous nights events while gathering her clothes. He had paid for every drink she and her friends had ordered at the club while letting insincere compliments roll off the tongue. He was very attractive so Kagome had indulged him in his little game, whispering back and eventually retreating to the room he had at a nearby hotel. The night was a worthless fit of what could barely be called passion in Kagome's mind, but she had nothing better to do. She unrolled the white tank she had been wearing and pulled it on along with her jeans and shoes. She ran her fingers through her hair as she made her way to the door. Suddenly she heard the man mutter something.

"What?" she asked, just out of politeness.

"What's your name again?" came the muffled inquiry again.

Kagome snorted with a slight smile half playing on her mouth. "Don't worry about it," she said and walked out the door. She slightly shook her head as she exited the hotel and hailed a cab to take her to her apartment.

Kagome quickly showered and changed for work in a smart business skirt and jacket. She got into another taxi and arrived at her office building. She stepped off the elevator and onto the 25th floor which her office was on. She looked over her lower employees who were scattered along desks on her path with a disconcerned face but critiquing eyes as she made it to her office in the back of the floor. She stopped shortly to pick up her work folders from her secretary Sango's hands.

Sango raised a half eye-brow at Kagome, suspecting how she had spent the last night. Kagome glared back, and grabbed the folders out of her hand and continued on her path to her office. She sat down in her plush black chair and opened the folders. She started going over her work and quickly became immersed in it. She ran an advertising company and enjoyed it very much. Before she knew it it was lunch time.

Sango knocked on her door. "Kagome? Ka-gome? Hello!" she raised her voice.

She looked up at Sango, blinking rapidly. She smiled sheepishly. "Excuse me Sango, I just want to know everything I possibly can for this meeting with Inuyasha."

Sango nodded her head and moved further into the office and sat on Kagome's desk. "Understandable. But about the meeting--"

Kagome looked back at Sango. Her heart started quickening pace as she thought of the upcoming scenario. "What about it? I know Inuyasha wouldn't cancel, he knows how hard I've been working on this campaign."

"No, no, it's not that. But, perhaps you want to let Bankotsu handle this account," Sango said, slowly edging herself off the desk and closer to Kagome.

"Why, Sango, get to the point, I had a late night already last night, I have many accounts today, and you're babbling isn't helping," Kagome said, shuffling through her papers and hoping she was wrong about what was coming next.

"Inuyasha had something to do with Kikyou today, it suddenly came up," Kagome pshawed at this, "so he's not going to be coming to the meeting. You understand what I'm getting at Kagome?"

"Don't talk to me like I'm some idiotic distracted adolescent, Sango, I understand that you're telling me Sesshomaru is going to be coming to the meeting instead," Kagome said hotly. "That's fine, even better in fact. This way work will actually get done and I won't get stuck playing therapist for hours and delaying my other meetings." Kagome looked at Sango who was giving her unbelieving eyes. Inside Kagome knew she was right and Sango knew exactly what jittery feelings were coming upon Kagome. "This is business, Sango," she said as she started gathering the papers and notes she would need for her keypoints in the appointment, "and even if there were personal feelings involved, which there most certainly are not by either party, they would be put aside," she affirmed much more to herself although saying it to her friend.

Sango just stared at Kagome. She seemed to be frozen in the doorway. "I'll buzz you out for a phone call in fifteen?" she said with a smile, offering her friend a life line.

Kagome turned her head to Sango and nodded, "Deal." Sango slightly pushed Kagome out into the hall in a strategic move that looked like she was trying to move back to her desk.

She walked to the large conference room on the floor and settled herself on the right side of the room, where the windows were facing behind her. Kagome put her hand up to her face and forehead. She was feeling a little warm. And definitely nervous, no, anxious for this meeting with Sesshomaru. It had been so long since they had seen each other, let alone been in the same room. She slapped her palms onto the desk. Why should she be nervous, it was just Sesshomaru. This wasn't personal, it was just business and she was damn good at her business. Besides, if anyone should be nervous about the meeting it should be him. She declared this thought truth with a sharp nod to herself.

A chuckle rumbled in her ears. She looked up at the illuminated entity in front of her. "What is so funny?" She practically hissed.

He actually smiled at her. "You my dear."

"I am not 'your dear', Sesshomaru, now please, let's get on with this meeting."