Ok new fic that just popped into my mind at some random moment. It's in present times (you could find that out for yourself) and is really fun to write. Obviously AU and I am still debating on the pairings.

Summary: She shouldn't have insulted him. She should have said Sorry. It would have ended. She could have left. But no. She didn't. "Why you ask?" Because she had to react…. "Why again you say?" Well, it was quite simple really. She was a prideful idiot. And now she was an idiot with a prick for a mate.

Hell of a Night

Prologue

A figure shifted under the covers of her bed sheets. She groaned, slowly pushing herself up.

"Ow," was mumbled and she wiped the sleep out of her eyes. "Damn... why am I so sore?"

Groaning again, she let herself fall, back into the wondrous warmth that was her bed, emerald sheets draping her bare form. A moment or so passed before she shot back up, silver hair shifting beside her. Her eyes struggled to focus on the fuzzy blur that was her bedroom and she shivered at the rush of cool air, goosebumps blossoming across her flesh.

Her bedroom was a wreck. Clothes from the previous night torn off, abandoned on the plush carpet floor. The once neat little nightstand wept on the flooring, its companions, lampy and mistress alarm clock, in a clutter beside it. They too were currently wondering how exactly they ended up in a tangle on the soft cushion that was the carpet along with the items from her dresser and vanity. Cleo the comb and her cousin Bruno were saying very hurtful things.

Ignoring her mildly lunatic mental sidethoughts, the figure in the sheets began putting two and two together from the night before, immediately swearing into the pillow as she made four.

A muffled "FUCK" could be made out from her string of curses.

Knocking resounded on her door. She, reluctantly, lifted her head.

"Yeah?" She answered in a tired voice.

"Kiya? Are you ok? I haven't seen you since last night."

"I'm fine, Kag," The girl called back. It was a lie. She most defiantly was not fine. She was very far from being fine.

Apparently, Kags, better known as Kagome Higerashi, agreed with her mental admonishment because she didn't leave the opposite side of the door.

"What? Did you start a fight with him?" Her friend questioned on the opposite side of the door. "I hope you didn't, Kiya. After that stunt you pulled last night, I would expect you two to fight in a bloody deathmatch." Kiya grabbed a shirt from the floor and stumbled into her walk in bathroom. She merely gave an unladylike grunt at her friend's words.

There was a pause.

"Can I come in?"

Kiya weighed the options of allowing Kagome entrance into her room. On one hand she didn't feel like cleaning up, on the other… she was too tired to fend Kagome off. Giving a sigh of resignation, Kiya responded.

"I don't know, Kagome. Can you come in?" Kiya said whilst brushing her teeth. Kagome huffed at the jib to her grammar and pushed open the door.

"Smartass." Kiya heard her say. The silver haired girl spit out the toothpaste, vigorously scrubbing her face and neck. Her fingers brushing along two indentations in her rush, and they continued until the fifth interaction.

"Damn this rooms a wreck" Kagome laughed. "Looks like a tornado tore through here."

Kiya hummed in response, fingering the indentations against her flesh. Her scrubbings slowed to a stop. Her neck ached slightly. She did not remember any earrings that could have left the dimples in her skin.

Not remembering much of anything except those eyes, and that voice.

That evilly sexy voice.

Bastard.

"Did someone do this?" Kagome asked, toeing a stuffed animal that was thrown from its perch. It squeaked in protest of being moved.

Kiya shook her head, not really noticing that Kagome was preoccupied assessing the damage.

What was on her neck?

She washed the suds from her eyes, pulled back the shirt in curiosity, and, subsequently, seized up at the sight. There, at the base of her neck moreso on her collarbone, stood a mark. Two dark hallows, connected by a spiderweb tangle of lines. Each ending indistinguishable from the next. Her brow knitted together in bewilderment.

She did not remember getting a tattoo.

Ever.

"Oh Gods, did you bring him here? Did you and he...?" Her companion asked suddenly, turning her chocolate eyes to Kiya's bed.

"I..." She couldn't think. The markings on her neck, glared defiantly at her as she rubbed the skin. She tried to rub them away. They were…

"You BROUGHT him here!" The younger girl spoke softly, oblivious to her friend's turmoil, before giving a very girly scream and grinning. "I knew it was a good idea to put you with him."

No…. no no no no no! NO! Her scrubbing became more frantic until the skin shone red, agitated and angry. No! It's not a… no!

Kagome leaned against the wall and scratched her head. "Wow Kiya I took you as the last person to fall for Sesshomaru Takashi's suave persona. Least of all after last night." The girl added coming around the corner to give her a cheeky smirk. "So… How was-?"

The question caught in her throat. "Kiya?" Kagome asked nervously, concern pouring from her beautiful frame. "What's wrong?"

Everything…

"Nothing." Kiya said quickly.

Everything's wrong…

"Nothing at all." A brilliant smile spread across her face. She turned to Kagome, the apprehension melting from the girl's shoulders with every word.

"My neck just itches a little." Her hand clamped firmly over the mark at her collarbone. "Um... can you help me out by cleaning my room before Kaori sees it? She'll never let me live it down if she finds out."

Kagome's eyes widened slightly. "You're not going to tell her?"

"No, I will. Just... not like this. Please."

Kagome frowned. "But, she doesn't like it when you hide things from her."

Not now, Kagome. She begged. I don't need the righteous you now. I need the concerned friend that will do anything to help out another.

"I know but look at this place. What would you think...?" Kagome looked around the room and nodded. She looked back at Kiya feigning awe.

"I want to know how it got like this if you were using the bed, but I'm not going to ask."

A fierce scowl sent the girl to work and Kiya to her prodding. Fingering the mark on her neck, she reached for the tub.

"How the hell did this happen?" She mumbled over the gushing faucet.