A/N: I have no excuse for not updating. I just didn't feel like it? Haha. I am starting to get inspiration back for most of my stories, so updates are in order for the future, but until then, enjoy this! Excuse its shortness.

Chapter 2: Sesshomaru Taisho

The limo stopped at a red light, Kagome counting the seconds in her head how long it took for it to change to green. Anything to keep her mind off the current situation. She couldn't even look at the man who caught her, fearing she would do something that was totally unlike her. Not like he doesn't deserve anything that came at him,' she mumbled to herself, eyes glued to the window.

From the corner of her eyes she saw the man pick up his cell phone and make a call, chatting away random things she didn't understand. Her eyes darted to the car door handle. There was a slim chance it would be unlocked, but that was a chance she was going to take.

The last thing she needed was to get put in jail.

The money she stole on a daily basis was going to a good cause. Excluding food and somewhat decent clothes, she was saving up for something big, something she had her mind set on for a while. It was her fault to let everything that happened, happen, and it was only right if she made things good again.

Her hand slowly inched toward the handle, grasping it firmly.

One, two, thre-

"Girl, what do you think you're doing?" the silver haired man asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. His phone was in his hands, closed shut.

Shit. Good excuse, good excuse,' she repeated in her mind. "Checking the door handle to see if it, uh... worked?" came her ingenious reply.

He smirked. "Be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself."

"What did you just say?" She was trying hard to be civil, really.

"You heard me," he replied easily.

"I must have heard you wrong," she said slowly, glaring over at him. He had no right to talk to her like some dog. Sure, she was poor, she stole, but that gave him no right to be an asshole. He was kidnapping her for gods sake!

Couldn't life just give her a break?

"You heard correctly." He didn't even glance her way.

Obviously not.

That was it. She could take the not talking, the weird looks, the somewhat kidnapping, but the attitude was a whole different story. And for having a-not-so-awesome attitude herself, things were about to get heated. Fast.

"You know, you could have some decency after, well, I don't know... KIDNAPPING ME!" she yelled, arms flailing.

Out of every reaction she expected him to do, smiling was not one of them. He was freakin' smiling, something she didn't think he was capable of doing. You don't smile when someone tells you you kidnapped them, and you shouldn't smile knowing you are kidnapping someone! It's just not right. Not humane in the least bit, but she was slowly starting to realize how inhumane he was.

"I hope we get into an accident and your body goes up in flames," she said, as if to herself.

She wasn't paying attention, but he looked at her ever so slightly before returning his attention to his phone, texting something at rapid speeds.

The rest of the ride was quiet. She had so many things boiling up inside her, so much she wanted to say, but she kept it all inside. There was no point in arguing and yelling at this guy, and she knew it.

The limo pulled up to a large black gate. Seconds later the gate opened, revealing a large mansion in its wake. Her eyes widened, coming from a low-middle class family, she only saw places like this in the movies. A large fountain sat in the middle of the yard with flowers and white colored bricks encircling it. Shrubbery and mulch was laid all around the front all the way up to the door, where cement steps led up to the entrance. It looked like something out of a movie where a prince or princess lived.

The doors of the limo opened, and she got out, too amazed to even realize she got out. She almost forgot where she was, almost, until that cold voice broke through her thoughts, sending her back to the harsh reality that was her life.

"Jaken," he said, holding the phone up to his ear. "Open the door."

He walked over to the entrance, Kagome being too lost in what was going on to question anything, following behind him like a lost puppy.

The door flew open, a small, midget like person standing in the doorway. "Master, you're back!" he greeted with his eerily loud, annoying voice. His eyes squinted as he looked over at Kagome. "Whose this ugly wench?"

"W-what did you call me you, you, you toad!" she screeched, running up to him and looking down at him. "That's not how you talk to a lady!" She balled her hand into a fist and knocked him on the head,

"M-Master Sesshomaru, do something about this wretched girl!" He rubbed his head where she hit him, glaring daggers at her, though obviously somewhat intimidated.

"Get out of my sight," he replied coldly. His eyes danced with amusement, but it didn't go farther than his eyes.

"B-But Mr. Taisho!" he fought. Noticing the cold stare Sesshomaru was giving him, he slunk away into the house.

Her mouth gaped open. THE Sesshomaru Taisho? The Sesshomaru who was the co-owner of Working Industries? She tried stealing from him? Whether you were rich, poor, middle class, or whatever, everyone knew who he was. With his father, Toga Taisho, running the business with him, he was one of the most successful 22 year old in the United States. Everyone, and she wasn't lying when she said everyone knew who he was. Also for being known as being filthy rich, he was known to have an attitude to match.

She nearly fainted, but caught herself, not allowing to give him the pleasure of having that affect on her.

What was she going to do now? More, what was he going to do with her? He had all the power, all the money in the world. If life didn't take a shit on her yet, it just did.