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Chapter 2: New York!
"Kagome!" called Sango from the house, "It's time to get going!" Kagome sighed before making her way back into the house and to the front door. All of the clothing was loaded into the black limo. Unlike most limos, this one was a flat black, not the traditional shiny color. The windows were heavily tinted, beyond legal limit, in order to allow travel during the day. All of the bags were packed into the limo, and a chauffer was waiting with the door open. Kagome strode forward, recognizing the driver as a 3rd generation vampire whose name she could never remember. She just nodded at him, causing him to blush slightly, before joining Sango inside the limo. Sango smiled at Kagome, exciting radiating from her.
The ride to the airport was uneventful, only a few minutes of travel due to the late time of travel. When Kagome exited the limo onto the airplane runway, a shiver ran down her spine. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness in a manner of moments, allowing her to make out where everyone was on the runway, but she couldn't concentrate. The anticipation of arriving in New York and possibly seeing Sesshoumaru again was messing with her. A clattering of dropped luggage caused Kagome's head to whip around, and she growled at the chauffer.
"Be careful with that!" she barked, before striding over to the jet. The stairs were already pulled out and waiting for their passenger. Kagome walked up them, and entered the jet. The jet was done out in blue carpet and black leather lazy boys. It was the only jet in the world with fully tinted windows. The plane was manned by 3rd generation vampires, and, as soon as Kagome and Sango were situated, the plane took off.
"Are you tired?" asked Sango as she began to pour the two of them some blood champagne, a bottle of top quality champagne mixed with a healthy amount of aged blood.
"No… why would I be?" asked Kagome.
"You didn't sleep during the day, and you were up enjoying yourself all night. Plus, you really snapped at that chauffer before. He didn't deserve that, it was an honest mistake," Sango reasoned, handing Kagome her glass. Kagome took a lazy sip of her drink before responding.
"I am okay. I just have a lot on my mind, and you know I don't need to sleep every night."
"Yes, but it helps." Kagome couldn't help but agree as she leaned lazily back in her seat, using her superior eyesight to look out the tinted windows into the clouds. They were angry, and lightning was as close as they were coming to a silver lining. The plane rose slightly, and Kagome was watching the clouds from above. Slowly, Kagome's mind began to wander, past the plane, past the clouds, out into the world.
Before she could stop it, the image of Inuyasha popped into her head. He fell in love with her before she was a creature of the night, before she had power in every cell of her body. She had had blonde hair and brown eyes. She wasn't gorgeous, but she had never been called ugly. Her body had a little more pudge on it than it did now, but Inuyasha never minded. He loved her smile and her energy. After only a few months of courting, they got married.
At first, everything was wonderful, Inuyasha was able to support her, and Kagome was an excellent cooking, making all his favorite dishes. Kagome even remembers the night she lost her virginity to him. It was their wedding night and their first night in their new house. It was cold, and drafty, not yet warmed to the summer heat, and, when Kagome removed her clothes, she shivered beneath the cold and Inuyasha's gaze. It hurt, to take him like a proper wife, but Kagome reveled in her ability to please him. He was full of niceties and I love you's as their bodies moved together. Three times, they made love that night, each time was a little more enjoyable than the last. The next morning, Kagome was sure she was pregnant.
When they found out she wasn't, they tried again. After a few months, it became more of a chore than a joy, and Kagome's heart fell every period she had. Soon, Inuyasha stopped coming home. Where he went, Kagome never asked. It wasn't her place, as his wife. She was in no place to question him; she couldn't even conceive a child for him. Their relationship dwindled until Inuyasha wouldn't come home for days at a time. Kagome went to medicine men, priests, rabbis, and doctors. She kept trying, hoping to find a cure for what was wrong with her. Unfortunately, no one could find anything to help her. That was when she came across her ultimate crossroads…
"Kagome!" shouted Sango, jolting Kagome back to the present, "We're here." Kagome blinked up at Sango for a moment, wondering when the last time she saw Sango this happy. Sango had taken her change quite hard at first. Like Kagome, she had been abandoned by someone she loved. Only Sango was abandoned by her little brother Kohaku, whose whereabouts are unknown. It is only known that he hasn't died, and that made Kagome uneasy. What would happen if he came back, and Sango abandoned Kagome in order to be with her little brother?
Brushing off the feeling, Kagome rose from her seat, "Shall we?" Without waiting for an answer, Kagome exited the plane, and she immediately remembered why she didn't own a home near New York City. The smell of smog was heavy in the air and teased her senses as she descended the stairs to the runway. A limo, identical to the one in France, was waiting for their arrival. "Are we going straight to the hotel?" questioned Sango as she entered the limo after Kagome.
"No," stated Kagome, "I should meet with my delegate in this area for an update. He's an old friend."
Sango raised her eyebrow, "how come I never met him?"
"I created him before you… It wasn't intentional that you two have never met. Remember, I haven't been here since WWI, and, at that time, he was living in France. He usually oversees a major city that I am absent from… I'm not sure if you will like him."
"Why now?"
"He is not the best mannered male." Sango didn't ask anymore questions on the way. They arrived at a large, upscale, apartment building. Kagome and Sango strode into the grand entranceway. The front desk girl glared at them and opened her mouth to speak, but Kagome made a beeline for the elevator.
"Miss!" the girl finally called out just as the door closed. Kagome chuckled slightly as she pulled a key ring off of her belt loop. There were over fifty keys on the ring.
"What are t hose for?" asked Sango and Kagome inserted a gold key into the elevator in order to access the special penthouse.
"They are keys for all of my houses and condos. I also have a few of my retainers' residences on here… only the ones I like to surprise." Sango didn't have time to ask anymore questions, because the elevator doors opened into the foyer of the condo. Kagome turned to Sango and put a long-nailed finger to her ruby lips. "Shhh." Kagome then turned into smoke and started leading the way. They traveled quickly down the corridor. Kagome paused outside of one of the doors, and Sango could hear a woman moaning. She opened her mouth to protest just barging in on them but was too slow, and Kagome infiltrated the room.
For a moment, the two didn't notice her presence. The woman was straddling Kagome's retainer, hiding both of them from her sight. At first, Kagome thought he was giving her a pretty brutal hickey, but, when he lifted his head, she could see the two bite marks on the junction of her neck and the blood in the man's mouth.
"Ah, Kagome, what an unexpected pleasure," cooed the male, a sleek smile coming over his face. Despite the blood on his lips, he was able to come across as friendly and inviting. The woman's head whipped around to glare at Kagome, but, as soon as the girl realized who Kagome was, she tried to escape from his grasp; however, the man held her tightly to his lap as he looked over Kagome. "You know you are always free to join, my dear." Before Kagome could answer, Sango entered the room and materialized. "Oh you brought a present!"
"Sango," began Kagome, "meet Miroku." Sango starred at him, not sure of what to make of the man. "Miroku, get dressed. I want a meeting in 5. It is time you two meet each other." With that, Kagome left the room the traditional way with Sango tightly at her heels.
"What was he doing? I thought you restricted who we could turn into vampires," asked Sango as Kagome led them into the formal living room.
"Miroku prefers to eat from beautiful women… I allowed him to make three 3rd generation vampires. They hunt for him. He provides for them… plus people are less likely to suspect three beautiful women than one beautiful male." Kagome shrugged slightly, "It keeps him out of my hair, and he stays happily loyal to me. It may seem odd, but that's just Miroku. Try to have some patience for him. He's an old friend."
"Why wouldn't I have patience?" asked Sango. Kagome just chuckled lightly and didn't answer Sango's question. She'd find out soon enough. After all, there was a reason why Kagome had kept Sango from Miroku. She never thoughts shed have an occasion where the two would have to be in the same country together... much less the same city.
After a moment or so, Miroku entered the room. He was wearing a pair of deep purple sweatpants and a black wife beater in order to show off his ivory, well toned torso. His dark hair was down and his bangs fell messily over his purple eyes. He smiled broadly as he took Sango's hands in his larger ones, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. Will you…"
"Enough, Miroku," commanded Kagome in a tone which offered no argument. Sango's eyes flicked to Kagome, unsure of what to do, but Miroku was undeterred and simply winked at Sango before turning back to his master.
"To what to I owe this pleasant though rather rude visit?" asked Miroku as he lounged in a black leather loveseat.
"I am back in town for the magical ball."
"Whoa. You're actually going?" asked Miroku, leaning forward.
"He knew what it was and I didn't?" snapped Sango, pointing an accusing finger at Miroku.
"You didn't tell her about the first time we went?" asked Miroku. Kagome shook her head. "Should I?" another shake from Kagome.
"Tell me what!" asked Sango.
"Sango, stay here with Miroku. He will explain. I must go check out our living arrangements at the other hotel. I will be back within the hour." Before Sango could argue, Kagome was on her feet and out of the room. In the corridor, she saw the female which had been in Miroku's bed. She was still naked and blood marred the side of her neck. The girl tried to scurry away, but Kagome's voice stopped her.
"State your name and status."
"Yuri," she whispered, "3rd generation, created by Miroku as a feeder."
"Are you satisfied in your role?"
"…yes. I asked for this."
"Good. Dismissed." Kagome didn't wait for the girl to leave before she exited the apartment. She took the stairs down… well, sort of. Kagome just jumped off the balcony and landed to land softly several stories down. Throwing open the doors, she walked back through the lobby and out into the street. The limo was still waiting there, and she stepped into it.
"The Swan Lake Hotel," Kagome ordered. The driver gave a stiff nod before pulling back into the dark city streets. Kagome leaned back in her seat as exhaustion hit her. Leaning forward, Kagome grabbed the crystal wine containers. Only, these weren't filled with wine. Slowly, she poured the dark, thick liquid into a whiskey glass. She drank her fill, ignoring the sounds of all the fresh heartbeats just outside her window. As the blood began to fill her, she found it easier to resist the call of the blood which filled the streets of this dense city.
"My lady, we have arrived," informed the driver before he got out to open her door.
"Thank you," she murmured to him as she rose out of the limo. The hotel was huge and took up most of the block it was on. As soon as Kagome stepped into the hotel, a team of uniformed teens left in order to collect her and Sango's things. Kagome nodded approvingly at the front desk as the girl behind it began bustle in order to prepare Kagome's room. By the time she reached the desk, her key and paperwork was in a neat pile on the granite desktop.
"Your room is on the 32nd floor. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask," suggested the pretty girl behind the counter. Probably a witch, Kagome thought. "You are allowed to retain any form you wish within any part of the hotel except for the lobby." Kagome nodded as she walked away. Deciding to take the stairs, Kagome let the heavy steel door shut behind her before she transformed into smoke and ascended the stairs. At the 32nd floor, she transformed back, her hair swirled around her before she stepped through the door into her room.
The room was decorated in deep shades of blue with silver accents. The whole floor consisted of about a dozen rooms: including three bedrooms and three private baths. All three bedrooms were off of a centralized living room. The living room consisted of a large TV and several beanbag couches. Kagome chose the bedroom in the center. Running her hand over the face of it, her name glowed in blue letters, sealing the room for only her use. On the black, glass coffee table in the living room was a map of the hotel. Taking a quick glance at it, Kagome caught sight of an artificial hot spring on the roof. She looked up at the moon, deciding she had a good hour before having to go get Sango. If she was back in Paris, she would have just sent a driver, but, for the time being, Sango was safe with Miroku… although she wasn't sure if she could say the same for him.
Ding, Ding…Kagome opened the door to reveal the bellboys with her bags. The men set to work quickly, stacking the bags against a bare wall in the room. Once they were finished, Kagome handed them a generous tip.
As soon as she was alone, Kagome pulled off her traveling gear and her necklace. She stretched, enjoying the feeling of her muscles relaxing back into her natural after a long night of traveling. Unconsciously, she ran her tongue over her fangs, enjoying the taste as blood flowed from her tongue. Closing her eyes in bliss, Kagome made her final decision to visit the springs.
After rummaging through the bags, she found her swimsuit. It was a black halter-top bikini, and it had matching bottoms. The bottoms had a fake, white belt across her hips. She pulled on a pair of black flip-flops and a white-fluffy robe before leaving her room in order to visit the hot springs.
Opting to take the elevator, Kagome had to insert her special key in order to access the roof. There was no music in the elevator, which seemed odd, but Kagome would rather have silence than that pathetic excuse for music which they usually played. Her exhaustion hit her as she leaned backwards against the cool metal of the elevator. Her head lolled back, letting her lips part slightly as she breathed in the clean scent of the filtered air.
She was about to fall asleep when the doors opened. The smell of lavender hit her before the feeling of cold air. Snow was falling over the city, but the rooftop was immune. The steam above it melted the snow and kept the whole spring a comfortable temperature. The spring consisted of three large pools and a scattering of boulders to sit on in the water and benches along the edge. Slowly, Kagome slid off her robe and placed it upon the bench. The steam hid anything before a few feet, so Kagome listened for any other inhabitants before entering the largest of the three pools.
All seemed quiet, and, after a moment, Kagome relaxed, allowing her body to contour itself to the side of a large rock. The water was scented and softened sliding easily over her long legs as they extended into the pool. Kagome closed her eyes, listening to the water. They were closed for only a moment, when she heard a growl right above her. Her eyes snapped open, and she sat straight up, effectively butting heads with her assailant. Before she could register what had happened, she was out cold.