Author Note- Before I start the chapter I wanted to thank everyone who put in their input on the story and I'm sorry to say that I won't be changing the story. A reviewer on brought something to my attention about changing it. I would have to basically rewrite what I have and fit in all the demonic features, instincts, ideals, fights and diplomats and since I've already written 6 chapters for this story I don't want to go back and redo what I've already got so far. I'm sorry if I've offended anyone with my decision but I want to stick to it. If this story hadn't of been written so far in advance I would be happy to change it but it's too far to go back and change now. Thank you to everyone, once again sorry for my decision. Enjoy!
Chapter 2- Elegance
We arrived in Tokyo around nine in the morning. The girls had slept the whole way; I looked at them and couldn't help but smile. Tokyo wasn't ready for these two troublemakers and even with their social status soon to follow them from America; Tokyo wasn't going to change them. Once the plane landed, I woke my babies up and we headed off the plane, grabbed our bags, and headed towards our limo.
Once we were settled in, we headed towards "The Moon (1)," it was the best, most expensive, and most luxurious hotel that Tokyo had to offer. I sat in the middle of the limousine with both of my girls leaning against me as a pillow from both sides. Wrapping an arm around them, I didn't mind. I almost chuckled when they unconsciously snuggled to me, seeking warmth. Their relaxed faces made them look completely innocent, effectively hiding the abundance of fire and mischief that each one held within them. Giving a sigh, I dropped my head backwards to hit the soft, black leather of the limo. Looking off to the side, I wearily watched the many flashes of lights and the shopping districts of Tokyo that we passed by. A small smile tugged at my lips when seeing all of the teenagers, even some adults, riding their bikes. It brought back many old memories, seeing everything.
I snapped out of my daze when I saw that we passed a beautiful and eloquent sign with bold, cursive writing, signaling that we had arrived at "The Moon." Nudging my girls enough so that they woke up, we climbed out of the limo to find ourselves staring up at a large, extensive hotel. The hotel held twenty-two floors of hotel rooms, judging by the many large, bay windows that decorated the front of the hotel. The walls were a soft, off-white color, accentuating the shimmering, vanilla curtains that billowed out of every window. It complimented the gorgeous, silver sign on top that stated to the world what hotel it was: "The Moon."
Grinning, I told the girls to pick up their bags to bring in to the hotel, despite of their complaining to allow the valet to do it. I frowned at their grumpiness before realizing that they were experiencing their first case of jetlag. I remained firm, however, and we all brought our specific luggage to the hotel before finally allowing a valet to take them onto a golden cart. Really, I thought to myself as we checked in quickly and discreetly before heading towards our respective rooms to take a nap before tackling the first day in Tokyo, those girls need to learn some form of decorum.
When entering my room, I allowed the valet to set my luggage on my bed before giving me peace and quiet. I tipped the young man a twenty and held in a giggle when he excitedly went to follow my daughters to their room right next to mine. I think he's hoping to get more than just a tip from them. But the way they are right now…
"GET OUT OF HERE, YOU PERVERT! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU HAVE HALF THE MIND TO TRY AND HIT ON A GIRL THAT NEEDS HER BEAUTY SLEEP! PRAY THAT I DON'T REPORT YOU TO YOUR MANAGER!"
I laughed, watching from my peephole through my door as the valet ran out of their room after Ai's temper tantrum. His face was pale, minus the red handprint on his left cheek. He even forgot to take the cart, apparently, as Ai moodily shoved it out of their room and into the hallway. She was muttering furiously underneath her breath as she slammed the door to their suite. I sheepishly rubbed the back of my head, effectively messing up my intricate bun. Maybe I shouldn't have angered Ai in the first place…
Turning away from the door, I walked further into my own suite and took a better glance at the room that I was temporarily staying in. I couldn't help but gasp at the sheer beauty the room held. Underneath my feet was plush, midnight blue carpet – it was incredibly soft, I figured out after taking off my stylish, but almost unbearable high heels. The walls were a soft white with seashell paintings outlining the top and bottom of the walls. There was a flat-screen T.V. settled on top of a sandy-tan furnished nightstand. Off to the side was a small, light tan couch made of leather with a small, glass coffee table. Just when I was about to check in on the bathroom (hopefully there was a large, Jacuzzi), a tidal wave of tiredness washed over me. I felt overwhelmed and suddenly regretted making my daughters take up their luggage to the front desk – I now understand what they were going through. Tiredly, I pulled off my earrings and untied my hair from its messed up bun, causing the silky tresses to fall down to my waist. Taking off my designer blazer, I grumpily pulled my luggage off my bed. Without a second thought, I collapsed on my bed with a happy smile.
I woke up a couple hours later to find my two girls sitting on the tan couch, watching "What not to wear." I rolled my eyes. The girls were completely obsessed with the show. I ordered room service for the girls and myself. While they were preoccupied with watching Stacey and Clinton, I settled myself on the end of my bed. I pulled out my laptop, plugged it up and turned it on. Once it loaded, I logged into my work e-mail and checked if there were any messages for me. I smiled when I noticed that I had one from one of my best friends: Jakotsu.
"Dear Kaggie,
It's your buddy, Jak, and I wanted to invite you and my beautiful nieces to the fashion show I will be hosting Friday night at "The Moon." I was wondering if you and the girls wanted to model for me – I would really love it if you did. Anyway, darling, call me as soon as you get this. We need to go do something together now that you're finally in Tokyo after such a long time. Oh! I almost forgot. Your admirer and my dear older brother, Bankotsu, said "hi." Love you, Kaggie!
XOXOXOXOX – Jak."
I immediately pulled out my cell phone and dialed his number, grinning all the while. I felt so excited to get back in touch with my best friend – I hadn't heard his voice in ages. I practically squealed when his feminine-like voice greeted me teasingly
"Why, hello, darling! I'm guessing you received my e-mail?"
I laughed in response. Keeping the cell phone to my ear, I plopped backwards onto my king-sized bed. I almost released a pleased sigh at the feeling of the silk sheets that were the color of sky blue – reminding me of the Caribbean Sea. I stared at the beige-colored ceiling, smiling. I swept my long, black hair from around my head and behind me so that it trailed all over the light tan pillows. I childishly kicked my feet up and down over the edge.
"Yes, Jak. I just got it. I think the girls and I will take you up on that offer of being in your fashion show. It HAS been a while since I have walked the runway."
"Good, because if you had said no, I would have forced you to do it anyway!" Jakotsu replied indignantly. Kagome could just imagine the pout on his lips as he sat cross-legged on his swivel chair within his fancy office at his fashion industry. If she knew him as much as she did, she could bet that he was even enjoying a gourmet meal on his desk rather than getting paperwork done. His secretary had notified her many times, asking – no, begging, to order him to get whatever contracts or dealings done. Kagome giggled in response to Jakotsu's little threat.
"I bet you would have," she pacified him. "So, the girls and I are free for the rest of the day. The house I bought won't be ready until tomorrow and the girls don't have to be enrolled at school until Monday, so what should we do?"
I pouted at Jakotsu's tsk-ing at me. It was as if he was scolding me.
"Shopping, of course! I love buying things for my girls – ya'll are just the cutest little things in the world." I scowled at his blatant teasing at how the girls and I talk. "Now if only that damn father of theirs would get that stick from out of his ass, he would realize it too."
"Jakotsu…he doesn't know," I told him softly so the girls didn't overhear my talking about "the F-word." It would only mean a dozen of run-on questions. The two worst being: who is he? And: will we get to meet him? Against my strong iron will, a small pit of guilt bubbled in my stomach uneasily. When I made the decision not to tell Sesshomaru about Ai and Aiyoku, I felt exhilarated. I felt as if I had the best of everything with just the girls and I did. I felt completely at ease with it just being the girls and I. But I knew…Ai and Aiyoku yearn for a father, even if Ai won't admit it. I guess, in a sense, I kept Ai and Aiyoku a secret because I was selfish and scared. I didn't want to be alone through the lonely times as a single mother. But whenever I felt sad or melancholy, just a smile from either of my girls made me feel better. Now that I have healed, it was time that I shared. But it frightened me – what if Sesshomaru took them from me? I don't know if I could handle it if I didn't have my little angels with me.
I broke out of my fears when hearing Jakotsu's firm, yet gently caressing voice. He quickly, and unknowingly, stilled my fears – he always did have this power over me.
"I know, honey, but it's about damn time he should. If you don't tell him, the rest of the world will. You know he owns the hotel you're staying at. On top of that, all of Japan knows that only the Tashio family has gold eyes. Do I need to go on or should I just stop?" Jakotsu ended sarcastically, obviously fed up. I gave a small, aggravated sigh of defeat. I knew he was right – he always was when it came to knowing my best interest.
"Please stop. I'll send him an e-mail right now, letting him know that I'm here and that he and I should meet. Is that okay?"
I could feel Jakotsu smiling triumphantly over the phone. It was enough to make me want to somehow reach into the receiver and strangle that cocky smile off his face, "Yeah, that's fine – I'll have the car ready to pick you up at five o' clock. I'll call all of my friends and have them shut down their shops early so that we will be able to shop alone, okay?"
"Okay, Jak," I agreed. All ready I could feel the unease of our conversation disappear at the concept of being able to shop once again with Jakotsu. He always knew what kind of clothing and style that would satisfy the girls and myself. He was like a fashion-guru.
"I love you, Kaggie!" Jakotsu cried joyously.
I heard a small cry of, "Sir! Get back here! Those contracts need to be signed before tomorrow morning!" from his pretty, but mousy assistant. I instantly knew what happened. I rolled my eyes, a small laugh leaving my lips. Jakotsu must have left the office, intending to get ready for a night of shopping. I don't know why he needed to constantly change for every different occasion – Jakotsu always made himself look utterly irresistible.
"I love you too, Jak-Jak," I cooed back, giggling.
"Goodbye!"
"Bye, Jak."
I closed my cell phone and took a deep breath. Jakotsu was right – I did need to tell Sesshomaru about the girls before the rest of Japan did. I searched through my address book and found Sesshomaru's personal e-mail address. I squinted at the inky mess. When I was in my seventh month of my pregnancy, I was looking through the exact same address book I was now. I was looking at all the possible contacts to e-mail them that I was going to be a mother soon. Of course, with being so far along, I had MAJOR mood swings. The moment I saw Sesshomaru's name accompanied with his address, I flew into a rage. I had grabbed the nearest pen and had scribbled over it furiously. Now, I kind of regret it. It took me a few moments of intense concentration to be able to figure it out. I knew that if I sent it to him through there, only he would see it and I wouldn't have to worry about Miyu finding out that I was here. I typed the e-mail quickly, proof read it, and then clicked on the "send" button. I exited out of my e-mail and closed my laptop.
Hearing a knock at my door, I looked through the peephole and saw that it was room service. I opened the door and allowed the bus boy to come in and place my food on the table. I heard the girls' excited squeal and my shoulders slumped in defeat. I chuckled, knowing what happened. Now that they had a recuperative sleep, they were ready to begin the "flirting game," as they liked to call it. It was a contest to see just who can reel in the most boys…despite the fact they look almost exactly identical. Glancing at the bus boy that was waiting patiently at the door. I almost burst out laughing at the sight. Both Ai and Aiyoku had draped themselves on either side of the poor seventeen-year-old, causing him to blush a deep beetroot. He tugged at the collar of his uniform and proceeded to look ready to faint when Aiyoku cooed innocently,
"You look so cute! You know, I always had a thing for a man in a uniform…"
I decided to cut the boy a break by prying the girls off of him ("Mamaaaaaa!"). I handed him a twenty and closed the door behind me. I took a seat in front of the TV beside my sulking daughters. Chortling, I pulled my plate onto my lap and uncovered it. I took a whiff of my baked fish and vegetables before placing it in my mouth.
.:.
Without glancing at the spacious, lush, green front lawn with newly potted flowers and sakura trees, I pulled my Black '08 Jaguar XK Coupe into my garage after driving down the long, freshly paved driveway before getting out and heading into my home. I breezed past the dozen or so cars that I owned without blinking an eye. Every car I passed shined brilliantly underneath the bright, florescent lighting above my head. My expensive loafer shoes, newly polished this morning, gleamed almost as bright as the prized cars themselves.
I walked into my house and headed towards my study, ignoring the black, marble flooring, the million-dollar kitchen filled with many stainless steel kitchen appliances, and the spotless living room that sported a wall-sized TV with rather large speakers and an impressive stereo system. Opening the door to my study, the only place I hardly ever allowed anyone else, other than a few maids to clean, inside. The floor was made of a deep, rich, cherry wood, matching the many large bookcases that were littered with expensive and original literature. Many of the books were priceless and could sell for more than two million dollars in American money. A large fireplace with built-in, stonewashed bricks decorated the North wall with a small shelf on top. The shelf was filled with my more personal and favorite findings. Because it was only mid-day, the fire wasn't roaring like I usually want it. A large, circular black rug surrounded the area before the fireplace with a couch and two easy chairs – all of them were a matching black leather.
Walking passed the usually cozy area, I made way to my desk that held the latest, up-to-date Dell computer desktop. Seating myself on my favorite swivel chair, I dropped my keys on my desk and logged into my computer to check my personal e-mails. I deleted most of them, seeing that they were unimportant and useless. I froze, however, when seeing the last, newly sent e-mail. The name, "Kagome Higurashi," appeared on the screen.
I leaned back into my chair. I hadn't seen this girl, no woman, since the ending of my senior year at Shikon High School, and from what my dear half-brother had told me, she had moved to America with her father and younger brother, Souta. I wanted to say that I hated the woman who broke my trust over ten years ago, but in all actuality, I couldn't hate her. Why, you ask? Well…I never gave her a chance to explain her actions or prove that she was not guilty. We had been together for so long, I knew almost everything about her. The most prominent being that I knew when she was lying or not. If I had asked her, I would have at least known for sure if she had been cheating on me, rather than doubting my actions so long ago. Instead of trusting her, I just dumped her for the woman I now call my wife. Deciding to see what she had to say after not seeing hide or hair of her for so many years, I opened up the message and began to read it.
"Dear Sesshomaru Tashio,
I don't know if you have forgotten me, but my name is Kagome Higurashi. I know that it has been a very long time since we have last talked, but I blame both you and myself for that one. Anyways, I wanted to let you know that I am now back in Tokyo and I have a few things that I would like to get off my chest. Please meet me at The Feudal Café (2) downtown to have a friendly conversation at around 8:00 this evening. If you can't make it, please e-mail me back as soon as you get this.
Sincerely,
Kagome Higurashi."
I read the e-mail a couple of times before I made up my mind and decided to go. I had to see how she was doing and what she had been doing since she left Tokyo those many years ago. No one, other than her family, actually knew what she was doing in America. Inuyasha had pestered his wife, Kikyo, about her and all Kikyo would say is "She's fine enjoying the sun and making a name for herself." After hearing that answer over and over again, everyone stopped asking and soon forgot about Kagome Higurashi, but now that she was back, everyone would be all over her once again.
I told myself that the only reason I was going to go and meet her was so that I could finally hear from her what Miyu has always told me. I was only going there to get the truth and settle this whole affair once and for all. But deep down, even as I closed my e-mail account and began to work on important documents, I knew that it wasn't the reason…I missed her.
.:.
"Yo-Yo, hurry up! Mama said that Uncle Jak would be here in a matter of minutes!"
"Ai, stop rushing me! I'm finishing my hair." Aiyoku yelled back at me in annoyance from our spacious bathroom. I could smell the hairspray from the lounge in our suite. I could hear the small sounds of her opening, shutting, picking up, and setting down her make up utensils. I rolled my eyes in irritation before crossing my arms, causing my small, chic purse to swing with the motion.
"Hmph. Whatever"
I took a seat on the couch in the living room area of our shared suite and waited for my older sister to finish getting ready. I was ready to go shopping and she was taking too damn long! She was keeping me from my shopping! All those shoes, clothing, lingerie, and jewelry. Some other tramp could be buying all the goodies for her spoiled self while I'M sitting here doing nothing!
"All right, I'm ready. Let's go!" She said, coming downstairs in a white, Dickies short jumpsuit and a pair of black and white K-Swiss on her feet. Her hair was shiny and straight; her make up was simple, but eye-catching. She had on black hoop earrings and a silver necklace. I smiled at her and stood up. I inwardly cheered – we're finally ready to go shopping! I couldn't wait to see what Tokyo had to offer.
"So, whom are you trying to impress? Don't tell me you're trying to leave Marcel now." I questioned as we walked out of our room and towards the elevator. My high heels were muffled against the usual, simple-decorated hotel carpet. Mama was all ready waiting for us in the lounge, proclaiming that she would wait for us downstairs – we all ready knew the translation: putting on a show for the common folk. Mama was well known for being the creator for her own, worldwide known magazine. She always loved making a scene. I guess that's where Yo-Yo and I get it from.
"You're one to talk. I see that you got them extra-tight, plaid shorts on!" Yo-Yo teasingly shot back at me without batting one of her silver, eye shadow-traced eyes. We entered the stainless steel elevator. The floor was made of dark gray tiling within white outlining. There was a golden bar railing behind us and the walls, minus the sliding doors, were made of mirrors. Yo-Yo pressed the button for the main floor as we continued our battle of wits.
"I can dress to impress anyone I want – I don't have a boyfriend, but you do." I told her slyly. Yo-Yo rolled her honey-hued eyes while adjusting her favorite Gucci purse on her shoulder; her looped earrings swaying with her light shifting.
"I know, and you know I'm not trying to cheat on my Marc."
I inwardly rolled my eyes at her little pet name for Marcel, "I know. I'm just teasing."
The elevator finally dinged, signaling the end of our long journey from the fifteenth floor. Its doors opened smoothly. We found ourselves staring at the grand lounge. The ceiling was extremely high and since we were now awake, we could see that they had actually painted a mural on the ceiling. It almost looked similar to Michelangelo's masterpiece at the Sistine Chapel in Italy. A large, glass chandelier hung in the middle of the walkway between the four sets of golden, revolving doors to the large, semi-circular marble desk. The carpet had changed from the simple carpet in the hallways to a surprisingly black with gold decorations of small Chinese dragons, contrasting completely against all the white exterior of the hotel. Many people were milling around the place, mingling. Bus boys and valets were hurrying around, escorting famous celebrities and politicians to their suites. People were checking in and out like crazy.
Yo-Yo and I stayed where we were, talking as we searched for mama over the crowd of heads.
"So, how do you think the first day of school is going to go?" I asked Aiyoku. We both felt somewhat uneasy about starting at an entirely new school where no one knew us.
"I'm hoping pretty well. Mama said that Shikon High School was a good school and they usually don't have that much violence."
I pouted in disappointment, "Aww, no fights! Damn, where am I going to get my daily entertainment from?"
"I don't know, but I know you will find something, or someone, to entertain you," Aiyoku replied flippantly. She looked around, her midnight blue hair with silver tips swaying with her.
"Of course." I looked around for mama; we were both growing frustrated at not finding her by now. I smiled, however, when spotting her just outside of the large, bay window just across from us, the sun shining into the lounge where a few easy chairs and a few couches were propped. She was standing in a parking lot near a white limousine, talking to Uncle Jak. Aiyoku grinned at me, silently telling me that she found them too. We walked away from the elevator and headed towards the front door, and while I was walking, something, or better yet someone, ran into me.
"Hey! Watch where you're going," I muttered as I pushed that someone off of me.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to run into you," said a velvety, yet rough voice. I looked up to see a boy around the same age as me, standing in front of me in a pair of jeans and a white shirt. He had wavy black hair and ruby red eyes. He was sexy and just my type: dark and dangerous. I watched him look me over and smirk when his eyes finally met mine.
"I've never seen you a day in my life. You must be new."
I nodded, smiling slightly as he grasped my hand and helped me up, "Yep, I –"
"AI! COME ON, UNCLE JAK IS HERE!" Aiyoku yelled, cutting me off.
I looked her way to find her standing beside Mama, whom was looking sexy, yet beautifully sophisticated in a simple, sky-blue sundress that ended just below her knees. The V-neck top portion was cut down enough to just show a small hint of cleavage as well as a simple, silver chair with a sapphire pendant in the middle. Her dainty feet were put in a pair of white, two-inch high-heel stilettos with open toes. Her shoulder-length, black hair was put into another one of her trademark intricate buns. A pair of chic, black sunglasses shaded her sapphire eyes. I could see a grin on her light pink lips and I knew that it was because of the comments she was hearing from a pair of younger women, possibly early twenties, saying to each other in awed tones that she was THE Kagome Higurashi.
There was a slender, but masculine hand on her left shoulder, belonging to the man beside her: Uncle Jak. Uncle Jak, fabulous as he was, was in a pair of ass-hugging black slacks, showing his longs legs before ending over a pair of stylish, black, and freshly polished shoes. He wore a deep, burgundy silk shirt, complimenting his warm brown eyes that held a light shimmer of garnet in them. His usually straight black hair was put into his trademark hairstyle: a more masculine version of a hair bun. I turned back to the boy that knocked me down with an apologetic smile.
And I was sorry, he had to be one of the most sexiest men I have ever seen and I couldn't flirt with him! Damn it!
"I'm sorry, but I gotta go. I guess I'll try and find you when I get back. What's your name?"
"Yami Onigumo," he replied silkily, extending his hand. I shivered at the way he caressed his own name. I extended my own hand, thinking that he just wanted a friendly handshake. I proved me wrong by seductively, yet in a gentleman-like way, kissed the top of my hand. I blushed lightly – NONE of the boys back in L.A. had the decency to try and woo a girl like that. I strangely found myself at a lost for words.
"Okay…"
"AI!" I whirled around instantly, the spell over me breaking. Aiyoku was peering from the top of the limo, her face pouting. Mama and Uncle Jak were all ready inside as well. I watched as Mama popped her head out of the side of the limo, her eyes curious, but her smile was devious. I felt close to blushing at the implications.
"Coming! Bye, Yami!" I then ran over to my sister, mama, and Uncle Jak and got in the limo. Closing the door, the limousine took off to one of the closest shopping districts. I could all ready see the interrogation written on Mama's face as she sat down next to me.
"Gosh, cupcake, what was taking you?" My Uncle Jak asked.
"This boy bumped into me and I was fussing at him," I answered back smoothly, only telling half of the truth.
"Hmm…it didn't look like you were fussing at him, Ai," my mother pointed out teasingly, her eyes twinkling now that she took her shades off and tucked them in her small purse. I just smiled sheepishly and blushed. She was right as always.
"What? My dear Ai has a love interest. What's his name?"
"Yami Onigumo, and he is not a love interest," I added hastily. Like Uncle Souta always says: deny, deny, deny! I looked at my mother to see that she had a pensive-like look over her naturally beautiful face. Her eyes were somewhat frowning.
"Yami Onigumo…that means he would be Naraku and Tsubaki's son." My mom said looking out the window. I felt shocked when hearing her say that.
"Mom, you know his parents?" I asked suspiciously.
"Yep, Naraku was one of my closest friends before I moved to America and had you two. Know now that Tsubaki didn't like me back then and probably still doesn't. She always has been the definition of the word "bitch." She was partly the reason why your father and I aren't together." Mom replied. She was now outwardly frowning and wasn't going to make any attempts to say anything else.
.:.
I frowned, now knowing that the first person I met my age had to have a mother who messed up my mother's life. God how the fates hate me!
I looked out the window and listened to Jakotsu and the girls chatter on about whatever came to mind. Soon enough, I tuned them out and started to think about him…the man who broke my heart and left me for that horrible woman who lied on me. I can't stand that wench and I couldn't wait till I finally saw her again. I would pay her back double fold.
Before I could think up of any…interesting ways to torture the woman that had ruined my life, I saw that we were coming close to a clothing store. Soon, the car stopped in front of (3) "Stay True," one of my favorite stores. It carried every high fashion designer, couture designer, and urban designer. It was a store made for anyone who loved all kinds of fashion – it held a great variety of different clothes.
We all got out the car and walked in. The girls started their shopping while Toshimaru and I chatted about nonsense. Toshimaru was a tall, pale man, about 6 feet tall with pretty, light blue hair and silver-colored eyes. He was the owner, and also, the creator of "Stay True." After we finished catching up, I began shopping and before I knew it, we checked out and headed towards another store with many bags in our hands. I could all ready feel my Credit cards getting warmed up to use. Despite of hearing the news of my daughter running into the son of one of the bitches that ruined my life…I began to smile and laugh with my daughters and Jakotsu. My worries momentarily disappeared and my heartache became nothing but a dull thump.
.: Several Hours Later :.
"Alright, Jak. Let's go back to the hotel." I said after the girls, Jak, and myself came back into the limo from our latest store-scourge. I stifled a giggle, feeling sorry for the driver – it took him several minutes to shut the trunk where he put our findings. I think we need to leave him a big tip as an apology.
"Aww, Mama! Do we have to? We haven't even been to Victoria's Secret yet," Ai whined next to me.
"We'll go tomorrow once we get the house in order," I pacified her with a light roll of my eyes. I leaned back into the limousine's comfy black leathered-seats, taking in the comfort. On instinct, I felt both Ai and Aiyoku snuggle on both of my sides. We gave a collective, tired sigh. Our feet and legs were sore from our workout today – we really did overdo it. But than again, I reasoned as I took in a still energetic Jakotsu, look who we have with us.
"Okay," Ai chirped happily. I stifled a laugh. Ai can be extremely cooperative as long as you gave her what she wanted…in due time.
"So, Kaggie, have you told the girls yet?" Jakotsu asked with a glint in his eyes. I didn't know if he was talking about the fashion show or Sesshomaru. I hoped for the first and not the later.
"Told us about what?" The twins asked at the same time, perking up as they sat up straighter and out of my embrace. I quirked an eyebrow; okay, creepy twin moment.
"Well," Jakotsu began innocently, "I'm having a fashion-show-type-thing at the hotel you ladies are staying in and I asked Kaggie if you all would model for me." He blinked innocently at me.
Innocent my ass.
They immediately rounded on me, wrapping their arms around my torso. Their faces were barely a foot from mine. Remarkably, or maybe not so remarkably, their golden eyes became large and pleading, as if I didn't grant them this small pleasure, their whole world would fall apart. I was practically immune to this kind of "mother's torture." They use it for every time they wanted something ever since they were eight. It took me seven years to steel myself against such looks, but than again, I reasoned, I all ready agreed to Jak's proposal, so I didn't have to steel myself in the first place.
"Mama, can we? Please," They said, sounding like two-year-olds.
"I already told Jakotsu we would." I answered them.
I listened to them squeal in delight and I smiled, the girls love the runway just as much as I did when I was their age. We pulled up at "The Moon" and got out. Our doorman, or doormen actually, grabbed our bags and followed us upstairs before they placed our bags into my room, and on the floor. I handed them each a twenty before closing the door behind them. I checked the clock and saw that it was half passed seven. I checked my e-mail and saw that Sesshomaru hadn't e-mailed me back, meaning he was going to meet me…hopefully.
But still…a tiny part of me wished he had e-mailed me back. It would have given me an excuse for not talking to him in person about the two daughters he never knew existed until he turned on the six o' clock news.
"Ai, Aiyoku, come here real quick," I called for them since their suite was just off to the left of mine. They came into my bedroom and sat down on the bed obediently. They were all ready dressed in their small, silky, matching nightgowns that I gave them for their last birthday.
"All right…well, I'm about to go meet a friend downtown at "The Feudal Café" just down the street. I'm not sure when I'll be back, so don't wait up. Ummm…just leave all of my bags where they are when you leave the room, okay?"
"Yes, ma'am," they replied at the same time.
"All right, well, you guys can leave – I'm going to change. I gotta get out of these heels."
I kissed my girls on the cheek and walked towards my closet. I pulled out a pair of dark blue jeans and a yellow-collared shirt with green stripes. I changed out of my sundress and put on my jeans and shirt. I then put on a pair of yellow, ballet flats. I pulled my shoulder length hair from its bun and put it back up into a high ponytail before grabbing my cell, car keys, and purse from off my dresser as I headed out of the bedroom. I walked out of my room and headed for the elevator. I walked down to the underground parking, got into my '08 Dodge Charger, and headed downtown.
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My sister and I watched our mom walk out the hotel room looking comfortable, but cute. We knew by the way she seemed hesitant to talk to us, even stumbled a few times, that she was only telling us half the truth. Our mother always was bad at trying to hide something from anyone, even little white lies. She was just that pure.
"I wonder who she's going to meet?" Ai asked me while searching for her clothes in the dozens of bags that littered the small living room portion of our suite.
"I do too," I replied; my curiosity got the better of me, "Mama usually tells us where she's going and who she's meeting, but for some reason, she didn't this time. Actually, she was acting a bit odd ever since you told her bout that boy, Yami." I finally realized.
"I know," Ai nodded at my insinuation, "it's kind of strange. Hmm…whomever she's meeting is making her nervous. Did you see how she didn't say anything the whole time we were shopping? And she usually talks more than we do!"
"I wonder if she could be meeting our dad," I mustered up the courage to ask. I knew how Ai felt about our father…or rather, lack thereof. I admit, I'm angry with him for putting our mother and ourselves through so much pain, but I'm willing to overlook it if he's willing to try and make us a happy family again. But knowing Ai…she won't be as forgiving. I watched, somewhat dejected, as Ai stubbornly shook her head in dismissal without a second thought.
"I doubt it. From what Grandpa, Souta and Kikyo say, he's a bit of an asshole."
"But she could still be meeting him," I pointed out hopefully. Ai made a disgusted face as she separated her bags from mine.
"I hope not. I don't want a father," Ai proclaimed firmly, "I'm happy with just the three of us. Plus, if he didn't want us then, why would he want us now when we're damn near grown up?"
"I guess you're right." But I can still see the pain and yearning in your eyes, I added mentally. We're practically two in the same…you can't hide anything from me.
"Well, I've got all of our stuff sorted. Let's go back to our room and order room service. I'm hungry."
I watched as Ai gather her bags and walked out of mom's hotel room and into ours next door. I decided to stay a little while and wait for Ai to blow some steam. She usually gets angry and upset when I talk about our father. I just sat there on the couch, thinking about whom my mom was meeting. I really did hope it was our dad. I wanted to meet him and get to know him. I wanted him to accept us and love us, but I knew that was only going to happen in my dreams. After intentionally waiting a few several minutes, I got up from the couch and placed my mom's bags on her bed before grabbing mine and heading towards my and Ai's suite.
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I walked out of my mom's room and into the suite Aiyoku and I share. I hate it when Aiyoku talks about wanting to know our father. I didn't like him and I didn't WANT to like him. Hell, I didn't even know who he was and I was proud of that. If he didn't want to be with my mom and take care of my sister and I, then he was not needed. My mom was better off without him. But even though I didn't want to know him, I still wanted to know his name and what he looked like…just to see if there were any similarities between us. I walked into our bedroom and began to hang my clothes up. Once I was done, I walked over to my laptop and logged into my e-mail. Most of the e-mails were from my friends in America and the ones that weren't were from fanfiction sites and clothing lines that I subscribed to. I clicked on the first e-mail, which was from my best friend: Damien.
"Hey Baby-girl!
I Miss You Already And Your Plane Hasn't Even Landed In Tokyo Yet. Damn it, I Don't Know What I'm Going To Do Without You Around. Ta Ta, Marc, and Te Said They Miss You Too. I Hope Mama Lets Us Come Out And Visit You And Yo-Yo Cuz We're Going To Go Crazy Without You Two. Your Best Friend (LOL) Is Already Talking Mad Shit About You And Yo-Yo; Ta Ta Almost Fought Her Ass The Morning You Left, But I Stopped Her Cuz We Didn't Need Her Going To Jail. Anyways, Call Me Whenever You Can – I Miss Hearing Your Voice. Hell, I Miss Everything About You. You Know What's Sad Though...You And I Never Dated...Hell, I'm 21! That Really Wouldn't Work. Well, Tell Them Little Boys To Keep Their Hands Off Of You. You're Mine Till You're Married! (LOL) ... I'm Just Messing! Have Fun And Find Yourself A Good Boy, Not A Thug Like Me, Marc, And Te Right...Well, I Love You Cupcake ... Hugs And Kisses ...
Yo Big Brother And Best Friend – D."
I felt tears burning the back of my eyes. It had just started to hit me that Damien and the others weren't going to be around to talk to or hang out with. I had moved...not down the street or to a different city. I had left the country…one that I was unfamiliar with. I mean, yeah, I had come down plenty of times to see my grandma and my Aunt Kikyo, but that was only for a few weeks, not months. I had to find new best friends, and I didn't want to. I had best friends who loved me more than anybody else. I then responded to Damien's e-mail.
"Hey D!
I Miss You Too ... Your E-mail Made Me Cry ... I'm Not Sure What I'm Going To Do Without You Either ... Hmm And You Know Nobody In This Damn City Can Handle Me So Don't Worry About Me Finding Me A New Boyfriend ... Anyways Alice Been Talkin Huh ... You Shoulda Let Ta Ta Beat Her Ass! Make That Bitch Show Some Respect (LOL) ... Well Tell Ta Ta, Marc And Te That I Miss Them Too ... Man We Start School Monday ... Some School Called Shikon High School ... Hmm I Can Tell I'm Going To Hate It Since I Have To Make Friends With The Losers Who Go There ... Ooo Let Me Tell You, I Met This Boy, Well, Actually He Ran Into Me ... His name is Yami Onigumo ... Real Bad Boy Material (LOL) ... Anyways, He Has Wavy Black Hair And Ruby Red Eyes, He Is Extra Yummy! I Don't Know If He Is Going To Shikon High School, But I Hope He Is ... Ooo And Mama Knows His Parents ... Her And His Dad, Naraku (I Think) Were Friends During School, But Mama Said His Mama Tsubaki (I Think) Weren't Friends. She Said That Tsubaki Is The Reason Why Mama And My Father Didn't Stay Together ... Hmm I Still Haven't Meet My Father Yet ... I Don't Want To ... Anyways, That's All The News For Now ... I Love You Soo Much Sweetie ... Muah!
P.S. WE WENT SHOPPING TODAY! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! (LOL) I Know, I Know. I'm Extra Slow ... But You Still Love Me, Right?! Wait, Of Course You Do!"
I reread the message before sending it out. I didn't even bother reading the rest of the messages – I would just read them later. I closed my laptop and sat it on the bed before I headed out of our room and towards the living room where the TV was on. I padded into the living room, secretly enjoying the way the plush carpet squished in between my bare toes. I walked up behind her to find her furiously hugging one of the couch pillows to her body, her eyes trained on the action movie she had requested. I tapped gently on her shoulder to get her attention. When she turned around, her face was set a glow with a bright smile. I blinked curiously at her,
"What's got you so damn happy?"
"Marc sent me an e-mail! It was extra sweet." She gestured at her laptop on the coffee table and I nodded in understanding. My fingers played with the lace at the bottom of my small nightgown.
"Oh, okay. Well let's change and go downstairs to get something to eat. I don't feel like ordering room service now. I think there's a WacDonalds up the street."
"All right." Yo-Yo agreed almost instantly. She paused her movie and we both left the living room to go to our bedroom to change, "You got your cell phone?"
I nodded as I changed into a pair of cute, light blue capris and a light yellow tank top. I looked around to see that Yo-Yo was already ready, standing by the door that left our suite. She was wearing a black skirt and a red tank top.
"Yeah, I got it. Let's go"
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I arrived at "The Feudal Café" ten minutes early. I parked my car on the curb and got out, placing my keys in my purse. I walked in and noticed that the Café hadn't changed at all. It even had the same grassy plains painted on the walls. Instead of there being chairs or high tables, there were tatami mats and low-rise tables, just like in the Feudal Era. A few people that were all ready eating were eating with chopsticks and China silverware. There were even traditional paper-machete lanterns hanging from the ceiling. Very quietly, if you listened, you could hear the low drums and guitar of Japanese music.
I walked towards the counter and gasped at the girl that stood in front of me. The girl was stunning, even as she wore the standard uniform as the other employees…despite the fact that she was related to the owner of the café. She had mid-back purple-gray hair and mocha-toned skin. Her eyes were a vibrant gold with flecks of black and silver. She had a cute smile and melodious laugh. The last time I ever saw her, she was just a wee little toddler, shy and adorable.
"Shiori?" I questioned, not completely sure that it was her. I didn't want to make an ass out of myself incase it wasn't her.
"Aunty Kagome?" She questioned curiously. She smiled happily when I smiled just as bright, nodding enthusiastically. Her eyes shined, setting her aglow.
"Yeah, it's me. Gosh, honey, you have grown up to be so beautiful!" I gushed, causing the teenager to blush modestly. I could tell that she was flattered for she made her trademark signature of unnecessarily smoothing out her hair.
"You look good too, Aunty. Mama didn't tell me you were coming to Tokyo," Shiori added, looking somewhat unhappy. However, her frown disappeared when I corrected her and was instead filled with understanding.
"That's because your mother doesn't know I'm here. Is she in the back?" I asked as I none-too discretely stood on my toes to look over Shiori's shoulder. She giggled at my impatient antics and nodded,
"Yep, she is."
"Okay. I'll be right back." I promised her as I walked to the back of the small café and into the manager's office. There sat my godmother, Keade.
"Hey, Keade!" I called out happily. I watched as she turned around. Her face brightened when seeing me.
"Kagome! My dear, you look good. What are ye doing back in Tokyo for?" She asked curiously as she swept me into a warm hug. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling. It's been years since I've hugged her and I've missed it. Just a hug from Kaede made me feel as if I could take on the world, knowing that she would be there to help me with anything. I didn't forget her question and answered smoothly,
"Me and my girls are moving here."
"Ah," Kaede nodded before taking a seat, "So does Sesshomaru know about the girls yet?"
I gave a dejected sigh, "No, he doesn't. Actually, I'm meeting him here in a few minutes. Anyways, how have you been, Grandma?"
"I've been good. Taking care of myself."
"That's good," I told her, smiling, "Shiori has become such a pretty young lady. Grandma, you did a good job."
"Thank you, child," Kaede thanked me, her warm eyes crinkling with her smile.
"Yep. Well, Grandma, I have to go. I don't want to keep "Mr. High and Mighty" waiting. I'll come back here and talk with you before I leave, okay?"
"All right, child."
I walked over to her and gave her a kiss and a hug before heading out the door and back to the front of the shop.
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I walked into "The Feudal Café," looking for Kagome and when I didn't see her, I walked towards the counter and asked the waitress.
"Excuse me, have you seen Kagome Higurashi?" I asked a younger woman with purplish gray hair. She had gold eyes that seemed to have silver and black sparkles in them. She answered me, startled when seeing me.
"Um, yes. Aunty will be back up here in a few minutes. She went to talk to Mama"
The girl called her Aunty, but from what I knew, none of Kagome's siblings had any kids and if they did, they were still young. Plus, the woman who owned this café couldn't have any kids from what my father told me.
"Why do you call her Aunty?" I questioned her. The girl stiffened somewhat and gave me a small glance. A somewhat sense of realization raced through her eyes.
"Because that's what Mama allows me to call her," she answered quickly and began to wipe down the counter; I could tell all ready that she was stalling for time.
"That doesn't answer my question," I pointed out, somewhat frustrated. I watched as the girl's face became stubborn. Her eyes glared somewhat at me as she quipped,
"It wasn't supposed to. Aunty Kagome will be out here in a few minutes, you can wait or you can leave."
I felt my anger grow at the girl's statement and obvious dismissal.
"Why you –"
"Sesshomaru, leave Shiori alone. She told you all that you needed to know. I'm here now, so let's go to the back and discuss some things." A very familiar and sexy voice came up from behind the girl.
I turned my head at the sound of her voice. It was still as strong as ever. I looked her over and felt my stomach flutter. She looked beautiful, even when dressed so casually. I watched her look me over and smirked when her eyes finally met mine. She shivered before turning around and heading towards one of the tables. I followed behind her and took a seat across from her. She smiled at me and then took a deep breath.
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