***Disclaimer***: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA.

Warnings: Adult Language/Innuendos/Random Humor & Pervy Inus! Read at your own risk!

II.

'Fuck...my head…' Kagome thought as she slowly reached up to check for any bumps.

It was then that she felt silky, unfamiliar sheets tucked around her decidedly sore, aching and nude body.

'Wait...what?!'

She bolted upright, immediately regretting it as an onslaught of painful throbbing and nausea nearly caused her to pass out. Head falling into her hands, she desperately tried massaging her temples. Attempting to calm the jackhammer pummeling her brain, as well as the pounding of her heart, she took slow, deep breaths to center herself. After a few minutes, the worst of the pain began ebbing away. Feeling a bit better, she gently scooted to the edge what she now saw to be a massive bed, wrapping the sheet around her shoulders.

Feet touching the cold, marble floor, she shivered and carefully rose from the bed on shaky legs. Looking around the room, it looked like the epitome of an old, English castle - except with huge tapestries of inugami, instead of knights or unicorns - complete with a large fireplace. It was still lit, emitting a welcoming heat that unfortunately did not warm the floor. Toes already going numb, Kagome's mind began whirling with possibilities; where she was, whose house she was in, whose bed she'd just slept in, why the hell she was naked…

'What in the hell is going on?!'

Tip-toeing over to one of the doors, she reached out one trembling hand, willing it to stop shaking. She cautiously turned the knob, peeking out into a very quiet and empty hallway. It seemed she was in luck. But first; clothes. Softly shutting the door and locking it, she turned back to the intimidating bedroom, crossing over to another door and trying the handle.

Locked.

Trying not to despair, she padded to another in a corner and tried that one. It slid open to reveal a truly exorbitant closet.

Full of women's clothes.

Very expensive women's clothes that, when she checked the tags, were just her size…

'Fuuuuuck no…'

Kagome whimpered, her hands jerking back from the sweater that probably cost the same as her monthly income from waitressing.

Before taxes and including tips.

Obviously whoever it was that wanted her here wished to flaunt their wealth, as if they were making a display of it just for her.

It was unsettling, to say the least.

The sooner she got some clothes on - particularly socks, thick socks, and shoes - she would high tail it outta here and never look back… and donate these ridiculously expensive clothes. Nodding sharply in approval, she set to work.

Sweater? Check.

Pants? Check.

Undershirt? Check.

Thick, warm socks? Check!

Underwear?

Underwear…

'Oh my god…do I even wanna know?'

Kagome despaired as she found the dresser and pulled the top drawer open.

'Lo and behold, there be underwear!'

Her blue eyes widened as she picked up one flawlessly smooth pair of briefs.

'Holy shit! This is pure silk!'

The delicate, admittedly gorgeous undergarments were not only enough to make her feel as if her brain had just dropped out of her mouth, but that her heart was on the brink of a myocardial infarction.

This was not okay.

This was definitely not okay.

Even the undergarments were tailored to fit her!

Perfectly!

It could not have been a coincidence - this person was very dangerous. She would have to be extremely careful if she wanted to get out of here at all.

'Preferably alive.'

"Ahem."

'Oh, for the love of-'

"I suggest you change in the bathroom. Over there to your right," came the vaguely familiar voice.

'Who…'

Whipping around, Kagome locked gazes with none other than Sesshomaru Taisho.

'What in the actual FUCK-oh.'

As realization dawned on the poor girl, Sesshomaru couldn't help but smirk.

Just a little.

"Unless," he said with a hint of devilish charm, "you'd like me to help."

'Oh… Hell no…!'

Her expression was priceless.

An insidious chuckle rumbled through his chest as he turned and left the room.

"Ten minutes, miko, then I'm dragging you out of here by force, if need be."

He waved his hand nonchalantly as he disappeared behind the door and shut it with a soft click.

'Thank god!'

Now she could breathe…

Rushing into the bathroom, she didn't bother locking it since it seemed the locks were useless here anyways, dressing in record time. In two minutes, she was fully dressed, and even took a moment to open the still-sealed toothbrush and toothpaste to brush her teeth. Splashing her face to wake up and clean the sleep from her eyes, as well as the dried drool on the corner of her mouth, she hurried out of the relative sanctuary the bathroom had provided and met Sesshomaru in the hall. His head jerked towards her and he nodded in approval.

"Follow me, miko," he said as he led her down the hall and towards a grand staircase.

'Why does it seem as if he's almost insulting me with my title,' she huffed.

"It's Kagome. Ka-go-me...you jerk," she mumbled under her breath.

Making sure to keep up with the demon and not admire all the paintings, tapestries, vases, tables and other antique furnishings, she couldn't help but feel as if she were traipsing about in a museum. Descending the stairs was a bit of a problem with how shaky her legs still were. She considered it to be a small blessing that she had found one blessed pair of flats amongst the six-inch-stiletto designer collection at the bottom of the closet.

'Also, all my size, as if custom made for my feet…' she mulled over sourly.

Making it down the stairs in one piece, she followed Sesshomaru down another long corridor until a butler opened a door to their left. Giving a small smile to the butler - hired help were always overworked and underpaid and she could relate, being a waitress - she crossed the threshold into a beautiful solarium. It was set with a small, circular table and a mouth watering spread laid out. Her stomach gurgled as she ogled the basket of freshly baked bread, steaming miso soup with eggs and grilled salmon, accompanied by a glorious pot of coffee. Before she could start drooling though, a deep, rumbling voice commanded her attention.

"Ah, there you are," came the sultry, honeyed tones that seemed to hit her in the gut.

She looked up.

'Oh…'

Kagome's mouth froze in a shocked, 'o'.

Touga's smile morphed into a predatory grin as he dismissed his son with a wave of his hand. Grinning even wider, he gestured for Kagome to sit by him at the table. No doubt she would want food - and answers.

However, as she just remained rooted to her spot, he rose from the table and effortlessly reached for the girl's hand, pulling her towards the seat he intended for her, and with a gentle push on her shoulders, helped her to sit down. Still seemingly unable to look at him or unlock her jaw to speak, he took it upon himself to break the ice.

"You look lovely, Kagome, absolutely stunning!"

No response.

"A small fortune at the tailor's well spent," he chortled.

Still, nothing.

"Tea, or coffee," Touga purred, waving his clawed hand to the tea pot, and then the coffee carafe.

Kagome perked up at the mention - and the smell - of coffee. Her brain still struggling to process the situation, she merely nodded, forcing her vocal chords to work.

"Coffee, thank you."

Touga nodded and proceeded to pour her a cup of the dark, strong liquid.

"Milk and sugar?"

Again, a nod.

Sliding the condiments over to her, he watched as she mechanically drizzled in some milk, and put the tiniest bit of sugar into her drink. She took the proffered spoon, absentmindedly stirring the now light brown cafe au lait. Touga watched all of this with a sort of barely contained childish glee, mentally noting exactly how she took her coffee, just so he could surprise her in the future by doing it for her. A purely instinctual trait amongst his kind, he allowed himself to indulge. As a few moments passed between them while Kagome sipped her coffee, Touga silently observed, trying his best not to start squirming. When she finally set down her cup, she slowly turned towards him.

'At last!'

"Touga-san, er… I mean," she stuttered, totally unsure of how to address the big inu, "Taisho-sama...um…"

"Please, just Touga-san. Like before," he rumbled.

A faint blush dusted across her cheeks and nose, and he smiled. Reaching out, he took her by the chin, feeling her jolt, and tilted her face up to meet his adoring gaze.

"Don't bother yourself worrying about all the 'whys' and 'wherefores'. You are my special guest, and I will not tolerate my special guest feeling anything but content," he said, stroking her cheek.

Perhaps it was a little unfair of him, but he knew she couldn't refuse him, and would use it to his full advantage. He had lived far too long to let a woman as wonderful as Kagome slip through his claws.

"Um, excuse me - Touga-san - but…," Kagome took a deep breath, "WHERE IN THE HELL DO YOU GET OFF?"

Right after the words left her mouth, Kagome froze.

Touga froze.

Their eyes locked in a battle of wills - Kagome's scornful glare and Touga's blank stare - the air in the room seemed to have been sucked out.

He could feel her heart hammering away in her chest. Wanting to teach her a lesson, Touga remained impassive for another minute, relishing the sound of her pulse accelerating to dangerously high levels.

And then, he cracked.

"Bwah, ha, ha, ha, hah!" Touga roared with laughter, having to bend over to clutch his belly as he was thrown into a fit of giggles and snorts. Genuinely confused, though mildly relieved, Kagome's brow arched at his ridiculous display.

"Oh, Kagome-chan!" He laughed breathlessly, slapping his knee, "I knew you were a spitfire, but that certainly takes the cake!" He said as he tried to get himself under control.

He didn't want to fully incite her wrath. She was a miko, after all.

"Well," Kagome snorted derisively, "I guess you're used to women being at your beck and call, but if you think I'll just lie down and take it-"

"Oh, you will, miko," came the now serious boom of Touga's voice, making her flinch at his sudden change.

She eyed at him warily, and saw the blatant, raw hunger in his eyes. This man - demon - who had been her most regular (and generous) customer, was evidently the head of the infamous Taisho family. The most prominent family in the entire yakuza underworld. She had to be very careful if she wanted to see another day. Pushing down her anger, frustration and fear, she backed off, lowering her gaze in deference.

"Ah, do not mistake me," he said, "I want you to be happy, here in your new life...with me…"

His voice trailed off as he again reached for her chin, this time looking at her with an almost sad expression, his pointed thumb carefully tracing circles along her jaw. In that moment, her breath hitched as she looked up and saw a deep, heart-rending loneliness in those intense pools of citrine and smouldering embers.

'What could have happened to him?' She thought, feeling his direct, unwavering gaze cause heat to pool in deep within her belly.

Touga searched her deep, cerulean orbs, looking for an ounce of hatred.

Surprisingly, he found none.

'This woman is an enigma…' he wondered as he caressed her smooth cheek, venturing to her ear, tucking a few loose, wavy tendrils of her dark hair behind it.

He felt himself drawn to her like no other female he'd ever known. Since he'd first encountered her, he was enchanted by her cheerful personality and compassion, no matter the situation. Charmed, he'd begun to think of what it might be like to have an honest woman by his side for once.

"So…" she ventured, hesitantly, "what's this, 'new life,' you've planned for me?"

He smirked at her well-hidden sarcasm, the tip of his fang peeking out between his lips. His hand slid from her face down to her decolletage, his gaze following his fingers before flicking back up to hers.

"I need someone loyal, who I can trust."

He paused, looking to see her reaction.

Kagome swallowed.

"You see, Kagome, I have kept the company of many, many women," his lips curled into a half-smile, "but to tell you the truth, I am tired of them."

When her brows furrowed in thought, he softly chuckled.

"As the head of the Taisho family, I have to maintain the appearance of being all-powerful. That includes always having a beautiful woman on my arm."

Kagome was catching on, and he could tell that she didn't much like where this was going.

"Stay with me, Kagome-chan," he reached out and lightly squeezed her hand, "and you won't ever have to work again."

'There, an offer she couldn't possibly refuse,' he thought.

Kagome grimaced.

Clearing her throat, she tentatively spoke up.

"Ehem. W-what exactly does this… position entail, Touga-san? I am not under any illusions that you are simply offering this for my benefit. Surely you don't think I've forgotten how I got here, do you?"

Touga winced at that, but he quickly recovered.

"I'm sorry… my son," he let out a heavy sigh, "Sesshomaru went... a... little overboard-"

"'A little overboard'?!"

Kagome stared at him with utter disbelief as she was thoroughly shocked by his severe understatement.

'Went a 'little overboard', indeed!'

"Kagome, I-"

"No, you look here, Touga-san," she said, her voice strong and unyielding, "do not take me for an idiot. Your son came over to my house and terrorized my family! He threatened my mother! That is not even close to going - as you so grossly put it - 'a little overboard'!"

Standing up suddenly, her knees jarring the table, she angrily stomped over to the double doors leading out of the solarium and slammed them behind her. Not looking back and not caring where her feet led her, she ran until she burst outside into a garden. Slowing to catch her breath, she wove around the bushes and trees, wanting to get as far away as she possibly could from the mansion.

And from him.

"Well, that went well," came his son's irritatingly smooth voice.

"Hn! I thought it went rather well, actually," Touga countered with little effort.

He had centuries of experience verbally sparring with his eldest son, after all.

His brunch with Kagome had gone as well as he could have expected, since he knew full well how his son had 'handled' the situation.

Leave it to Sesshomaru to be diplomatic.

Now that was a joke if ever he heard one!

It wasn't until the sun began to set that Kagome finally decided to start walking back towards the mansion. The grounds were so huge that she'd spent the rest of the afternoon exploring and relishing the fresh air. Alone with her thoughts, she had at last calmed down, and came to the conclusion that she should give Touga-san a chance. After all, her family's lives' were on the line, as well as her own. He was not one to be crossed, that was a fact, and the better she got along with him the sooner he might allow her to visit her family.

That's what she was hoping for, at least.

To keep from driving herself insane with worry and anxiety for the future, Kagome meditated and tried to be solely in the present. She was still alive and so was her family. That was all that truly mattered. Perhaps… Perhaps Touga-san wasn't as horrible as his reputation made him out to be. He had, after all, laughed and smiled. He'd even been polite and… understanding, to a degree. It was obvious he was used to everyone kowtowing to him all the time, never questioning him or going against his orders. He was used to getting everything he desired, period.

That fact made her feel conflicted. Why did he want her, exactly? If he could have any woman - human, demon or otherwise - why choose her? It was rather ridiculous if she thought about it. To top it all off, she was a miko! Not exactly demon-friendly…

So… why..?

His father was moping.

Sitting across from the brooding demon, he couldn't help but feel as if the image he'd built up of his father over all these centuries was beginning to crack. How could the great, unmatched, unbeatable, unattainable, all-powerful, indestructible inu daiyoukai be sulking over a human girl? A miko for that matter! It was infuriating as much as it was baffling, and all he could think of was that the little wench must be more than meets the eye. There must be something about her that was different from all other humans - No! All other beings, period!

A shiver ran down his spine and he involuntarily shuddered. This whole business with the Higurashi woman was leaving a bad taste in his mouth. Maybe… he should go and seek her out; observe her, question her. Had she some awesome dark power to bewitch his sire?

Either way… something didn't smell right.

A/N: Oh... my... GOD, this was such a doozy! I think this may be my fastest updates, though. THANK YOU ALL SO VERY MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED, FAVORITED AND FOLLOWED, 'A Mob Boss's Miko'! You have my sincerest gratitude!

Yes, not that much action yet, but I do have to establish the plot, ya know. Let me know what you all think! Did you find Touga and Kagome's little 'reunion' as funny as I did? Did you like Kagome's reactions to how Touga and Sessh treat her? I really enjoyed playing up the humor (something I've been experimenting will in all my fanfics, lately…). Angst has been my bread and butter, but humor? Well, let's just say I'm enjoying it..

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P.S. ~ Touga says, "Don't worry, readers! I'll make damn sure that YA includes some more smutty hotness in the next chapter! So you all better stick around!" *wink* *wink*