Kagome looked out of her father's office window; she could see all of downtown Tokyo from his fancy leather chair. She sighed, and got up. He would be back in a minute, and would want his spot back.

She had a good idea as to why she was there; he was giving her a new marriage proposal. Of course, since it was twenty first century Japan, it made all of the sense in the world. Arranged Marriages. That sure was the highlight to being a daughter of a top mafia hand.

He walked in, exactly as he said he would ten minutes prior. Always on time to the extremes. Before slumber parties he would circle the neighborhoods to make sure that she got into the door with the present in hand at the exact hour that was printed on the invitations. He would RSVP for her every time, even though it wasn't even fashionable to do so when she got into her middle school years.

Not that the middle aged man was terribly old fashioned or anything, he was still one of the top brains in the Japanese Mafia, and had been so since he was in law school. He never seemed to amaze her.

He sat down in his chair, leaned forward, and said in a most serious, businesslike manor, "Kagome, daughter, the company is tanking." I knew he was joking. He had pulled this one me before, on several occasions.

"I know, I can tell from the marketing figures on your desk," I laughed at his antics.

"None of the other chairmen have seen the trends yet, and I am going to act on it fast while business is still booming." His stony face wasn't joking anymore.

"You kidding, right? The company is making more money now than it has in over a decade." I wasn't sure of this, as I was only a girl of eighteen years old. Though, I knew my dad's job and the inner workings. Things were quiet over the dinner table, with my mother long deceased and my brother at an all boy's boarding school in Okinawa. We talked about the company many nights over meals.

"I am not. I am taking my shares and salary and retiring, you know the benefits," The company had agreed to pay him a third of what he made per month working before retirement for the rest of his life. He had been a huge asset to them, as a lawyer to the business; he got them out of many a sticky situation.

"But… Dad, are you sure?"

"Yes, the new President is taking things to a new direction, and I know that it won't last."

"What new direction?"

"We are getting out of the metal industry," Dad's company manufactures huge slabs of metal for buildings and things, "and into making smart houses, eco friendly as you will."

"Everyone in Japan is on a list to get one of those houses, Dad," I looked at him as though he was insane. He was going bonkers. "We are too, remember?"

"And that will last what… five, maybe ten years? These homes are being made by thousands of companies, and are being built to last. Anyways, that wasn't what I called you in for. The Takahashi sons," I was interested now, "are both on the market for marriage. Their father wants a girl who is in our business, who knows her stuff, will make a good wife for one of the sons, and produce good children. It is a tall order, but it comes with all of the family security we could ask for. They are just above us in terms of ranking."

"And… I have never heard of them."

He swiftly pulled out a picture that their father must have sent. He handed the pictures over to her.

Kagome almost gasped; they had beautiful gold eyes and white hair. One was jumpy looking, and the other looked like a statue.

"Stark opposites, those boys are. The younger, shorter one is a wild thing, Inuyasha, and the older one, Sesshomaru, is all work and no play. Either one your type?"

"Funny… very attractive though. Where in the world did they get their looks again? And those can't be their actual names."

"Their father is some kind of albino, looks like them too. Their mother was a Czechoslovakian something or another. Weird mix of genes, eh? That's the names Touga told me, real or not. You know there are some odd ones in this business."

"Very much… And there are only two to pick from this time?"

"Yes. And, Kagome, I want you to really consider these two. Touga and I go way back, and I would much like having grandchildren that look like those two."

They chuckled together.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to meet them."

"Good, because your bags are packed and your flight leaves this afternoon to Osaka."

"What… I can't… fine." Kagome knew that it was no point.

"Oh, and I gave them that picture of you by the swing, from your senior year in high school?"
She mentally kicked her father in the head. She looked like a hooker in that picture, the photographer was the one that her mother had taken her to just before Satsuki died. Ever since, every May, her father took Kagome back for a photoshoot with him. The one in her senior year he had her wear a short strapless sun dress, high heels, a white sun hat, and a ton of make up. It was the complete opposite from what she normally wore. The Takahashi's were probably expecting some kind of prostitute. Great.

"Alright… Am I taking Sango?" Sango was one of the family's servants who fled North Korea and wound up on their property in China. Her entire family worked for the Higurashi's, but she was the only one that Kagome had really bonded with. Her best friend, of sorts.

"Yes, I doubt that you want to take me."

……

Kagome rushed home that afternoon to make sure that Sango had packed her things, instead of Mr. Higurashi. Things would not have been pretty had the later been the case. Thankfully, it was Sango, so there was no re-packing to be done.

She picked out a comfortable cotton dress for the plane ride over, which wouldn't be but an hour in their private Jet.

Kagome hated the girls who she grew up with, the spoiled, pampered daughters of the Mafia. That was probably what the Takahashi's were expecting, unfortunately. They wore the tightest, shortest, and ronchiest clothes you could find for an unlimited amount of money. They had never worked a day in their lives, and ate almost nothing. They were always covered in expensive make up and jewelry, no matter what day or time it was. They were not but minimally educated. They said stupid things, and were annually on the covers of local papers, posed doing something charitable, even though they were only doing it for the camera.

She was determined not to be seen as one of these girls, from her education, her fashion choices, her friends, and the way that she presented herself. She made herself good looking, but not totally out there like her former friends.

She surveyed everthing laid out on her bed, packed everything up, and headed downstairs to her kitchen for a bite to eat. Sango should be down from her room in the maid's quarters soon.

……

Kagome sat calmly in the car ride over; her father's chauffer had pulled out the family's best car to show off- even though the ride from the airport to their home would be less than ten minutes.

When they pulled up to the grand estate, she was surprised how much they flaunted their money from the Mafia. Mr. Higurashi was very discreet with his; their home was nice, but only of the lower first class. The Takahashi's practically lived in a dream castle compared to herself.

Sango's mouth was hanging open. She was muttering to herself in Korean. Kagome slightly giggled at her best friend; she could be so hilarious at times.

Kagome's door was opened by some butler of sorts, and she got out of the car and looked straight into the eyes of all the Takahashi's.