Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha but if I did, Kikyou would have never come back to life; and Inuyasha would have hooked up with Kagura, hahahaha, I dunno, maybe not. But Kikyou would have definitely stayed dead (the clay bitch).
WARNING: DEFINITE CITRUSY CONTENT. There's some lemon, some lime, and some orange up in this shiznit; it's like a citrus smoothie. You've been warned.
Kagome walked up the winding stair way. It sloped, and turned up three levels until you reached the cross walk that allowed pedestrians to cross the busy highway. Only tonight it was deserted. She hugged her thin hoodie to her body like a magnet; but the chill breeze still nipped at her skin. Kagome was almost to the second level when she looked across the road. Someone else was there; another person just trying to get somewhere? Maybe her eyes were tricking her…but that was doubtful. She quickened her pace. The shadow on the other side sped up as well, sneaking along the walk like death. When Kagome reached the breezeway, her breath caught in her throat. No one was there…but it was dark; and looks could be deceiving. As she walked, Kagome heard the echo of footsteps matching her own. She stopped. Just then headlights from nowhere flashed through the cross section. As soon as his outline was revealed, he was on her. His hand snaked around her neck like a scarf too tight, cutting off most of her air supply. The man slammed her against the fenced in railing, causing her head to smack the cement. He kissed her fiercely and against all Kagome's protestations, she gave in.
It was always like this. No matter how many times she told herself she wouldn't go back to him, Kagome always did. How did he always find her? How did she always let him hurt her? She never in her life let another hurt her, without paying for it later. But she let him, again and again. Why? For a cheap release? No. He gave her something more than any man had ever given her: excitement, danger. He made her feel like she was just someone he used, like he didn't really need her. Kagome was just a plaything to him; and for some reason, that turned her on with such a passion, sometimes it felt like her skin was on fire. But it never lasted. After he left, Kagome felt cheap, like a drug addict; she felt dirty and ashamed. Yet she always came back.
He slid his hand up her skirt, and began stroking her outside her thin panties. Kagome moaned; half from pleasure, and half from the lack of oxygen. His kisses traveled down her collar; he removed his other hand from her neck, and started tantalizing her breasts, cupping them, and flicking her nipple with this thumb. But just as soon as the emotional sincerity came, it was gone, and he roared against her collar bone, ripping off her hoodie, and tearing away her bra. His fingers pushed inside of her, pumping away at her shame. Against all her better judgments she groaned as her release built inside her chest, traveling down to her loins; and speeding up her heart rate. As her breath got ragged, he calmed down again, and proceeded with a sweeter seduction. He removed his long fingers on the verge of her climax, sending Kagome into a fit of wild frustration. He returned to her mouth, covering her face with butterfly kisses. She was slightly rectified by the gentleness he showed, and ran her hands along his back, massaging out the many knots queued up along his spine. This time he moaned, and lifted her away from the railing, and laid her gently on the cold concrete. It froze her back, but the heat rebuilding in her skin was enough to break away the feeling. He slid off her remaining skirt, and undressed himself.
When he entered her, Kagome gasped. It always felt foreign to her, no mater how many times she was with him. He moved slowly at first, sending Kagome into a tizzy of frustration. 'Faster' she moaned. 'Harder.' This sent him over the edge. He began pounding into her; and if she hadn't been used to such roughness it would have hurt her severely. They reached their peak together, and Kagome felt his seed explode inside her loins. But she wouldn't get pregnant. She never got pregnant. Was it possible for a human woman to get impregnated by Satan? That's what he was to her; the Dark Prince that haunted her dreams and ruled her nightmares. A metallic substance flowed into her gasping mouth, and Kagome knew it was her own blood, seeping from one of the many wounds he'd inflicted on her. She turned her head to the side, and as she did the invisible moon came out from her hiding place behind the clouds. Its milky light illuminated the deserted breezeway; and that's exactly what it was. Except for a small naked girl, still quaking from the aftershocks of her shameful affair. He was never there afterwards. Never there. Kagome balled herself up into the fetal position and began to cry. Swearing she would never let him hurt her ever again.
Kagome woke from her nightmare screaming. After repeating this event so often it was natural for her to roll to her side and grab the bucket, awaiting the moment when her stomach would give in, and she vomited until she could barely breathe from all the dry heaving. But something was off. Her hair; someone was holding it back for her. She wiped her mouth and twisted to see the man from the street, holding her hair, with a puzzled expression on his face. Reality came rushing back and she jumped from the bed.
"Why were you screaming?" He rose from the bed himself, and leaned against the door railing. He seemed to take up every bit of space in Kagome's tiny bedroom, and she wondered for a brief moment what it would be like to actually have a man there when she woke up. She thought it would be rather nice.
"I had a nightmare. Don't you have somewhere you should be going? From your attire you seem to be some sort of business guy and I'm sure I've wasted enough of your time already, so…" When the man just raised his eyebrow at her, Kagome figured he couldn't take the hint. "Listen buddy I am in no mood so-"
"No you listen." The authorative tone in his voice made Kagome shiver; only one other person had ever made her feel like that. "I know who you are, what you are, and I am not leaving here until you give me something I want."
"I don't…what are you talking about?" Kagome started to shake, and she could feel her gut turning upside down.
"Lie to someone who will actually believe you." The man looked at his watch. "Listen, we need to talk. I'm assuming after that whole episode you might be hungry, so I suggest we take this to a place serving food."
Kagome expected her stomach to wrench at the slightest mention of food, but instead it growled and she found that she was quite hungry after all. So she just nodded in assent. "Lemme change first." Kagome didn't even bother trying to hide her body as she pulled off the stained shirt and shrugged off the old jeans, and found an old peasant skirt and a light tank top. As she walked out the door, something seemed to be out of place. Little did she know that it was the absence of the crystal vase that was nagging at her memory all the way to the restaurant.
Sesshoumaru looked across at the girl who was currently ordering two plates of ramen, and a cup of miso with extra hot sauce. She was fascinating; while Kagome slept he searched her apartment. Sure, you could make the point that it was an invasion of personal space; but any privacy she had went out the window with that vase. Sesshoumaru ordered a hot cup of tea, and then gave her a pointed look.
"Do I have something in my teeth?" Kagome began digging at the imaginary food.
"No."
"Then why are you staring at me?" She hugged her body in a self-conscious position; something Kagome hadn't thought she'd ever done in her entire life.
"We need to talk about what happened."
"Listen; I'm sorry for that, if you feel like you want to press charges…well I really hope you don't wish to press charges. I kinda don't have any insurance."
"I don't understand. I was under the impression you ran an antique store. You could write it off as a business accident."
"Well see here's the thing; I just started, and haven't quite gotten my business underway, legally that is. I mean I'm gonna do it just as soon as I get some things in order. I swear." Things were going down hill fast; Kagome could see the look of complete doubt on his face. 'He's probably going to turn me in to the feds or something…great.'
"I see. I just have one question."
Wait, did he really believe her after all? "What?" Sesshoumaru took a long sip from his steaming tea.
"Just how stupid do you think I am?"
"Excuse me?"
"Let's see…" The man pulled out a brief case, opened it and removed a thick file. "Name: Kagome Higurashi. Age: 24. Bio: Parents died in car accident at the age of two. Moved in with your aunt and uncle; who happened to be two very famous criminals: wanted for multiple burglaries across Europe. Arrested for the first time when you were sixteen for running away. Started out as a small time thief – but if I do say so myself, you don't get the credit you deserve, although what you were stealing was low profile, they were all quite priceless – moved up the ladder as a well-known black arts thief, and dealer. You surpassed your aunt and uncle's reputation by the age of 20." As he read her life history, Kagome could only gawk. She felt like she was on Oprah or something. "Recently trying to go straight as a legal antiquities dealer; but let's be honest, how straight can you expect going when you have one of the most publicized stolen artifacts in your house? That you use as a weapon no less."
"Are you done?" Kagome was turning red. Maybe she should just purify his ass right now.
"No. You are also a very talented miko; which I assume has something to do with your capabilities for thievery."
"Well, if that's all-" Kagome started to rise from her seat.
"You are also, as of today, my newest employee." Kagome lost her balance and stumbled into her seat. People cast curious gazes over, and Sesshoumaru just looked blank. Completely void of emotion.
"Excuse me? I am no such thing; and I think you better check yours-"
"That's where you're wrong. One, you don't have any business licenses or insurance; all I would have to do is set up an audit, and you would be in custody faster than you could say illegal antiquities. Second, what about the vase?"
"What about it? I was going to get rid of it."
"That would involve you finding it first."
"What do you mean 'finding it first'; it's right on my…you son of a bitch! What did you do?!" Her voice got louder as she realized what had been missing. The empty space occupying her kitchen table should have set off buzzers immediately. SO STUPID!
"I simply was protecting my investment. Call it leverage if you will."
Kagome was trapped. Her finger prints were all over that vase; and from what she could infer about this man so far is that he would have put it somewhere she would never find, so that if she disobeyed, the fed's would be on it in a minute from an 'anonymous tip'.
Her life was in the balance right now. She could either give in, and stay out of jail; but give up her aspirations for going clean. Or, she could uphold her moral values, and get locked up. Kagome thought hard on the decision for about 2 seconds. 'Screw it, there aint no way my ass is going to jail.'
"Fine; I'll go along with your evil villain plans. But I have two questions and one demand before we take this any further."
Sesshoumaru raised his eyebrow at the girl; she was playing along which made him happy, so he supposed he could entertain the idea. So he nodded his head for her to continue.
"Good. Okay, first, what exactly does my job description entail?"
"You will do odd jobs for me. Mostly involving objects that I would like to attain for personal use; which are not attainable by monetary means."
"So I'm going to steal stuff for you?" Great; just great.
"Basically. Next question?"
"No, next is my demand. If I am going to work for you, you need to get over this whole 'interrupting me every five seconds.' Let me work it out on my own, cause that flat out aint gonna work for me."
"Agreeable. I will try to restrain myself. Under one condition: learn better grammar. Because 'aint' and 'gonna' will not suffice for me either."
"Fine. Last question: what the hell is your name?" This had been bothering Kagome most of all.
"My employees refer to me as Lord or Master." When Kagome quirked her eyebrow in disgust, he relented. "My name is Sesshoumaru."
Where had Kagome heard of him before? The name sounded so familiar…
"Okay Sesshy." He winced at the nick name. "What do we do now?"
"We go our separate ways. I will contact you when your first assignment comes up. In the meantime I suggest you start back up whatever training regiment you had while you were still an active…cat burglar. Yes, perfect way to describe you. Goodbye for now Kagome Higurashi…Oh, and I don't suggest bothering about the vase; you'd never find it."
"Yeah, whatever." Kagome watched as he exited the small shop. She laid her head down on her arms thinking about the mess she'd gotten herself into this time, when a revelation hit her: she had heard his name before, and Kagome was going to find out where.
She arrived at the public library and bounded up the steps with a new spring. Kagome was doing something productive; it made her feel a little better about the whole situation. After finding an empty computer she googled Sesshoumaru and millions of results popped up. After finding what looked to be a credible site, Kagome read…and read…and read.
This was so not good. If 'v' was for vendetta, than Sesshoumaru was Kagome's Guy Fawkes. How had Kagome not remembered she'd lifted something from him before? It was two years ago. She'd been contracted to steal a 500 yr old kimono from his home. Kagome remembered every detail about that heist. She snuck onto the grounds, scaling his 12 ft brick wall with her bare hands. From there she had to travel through a mile of thick forest. Once in the clearing she snuck past guards and socialites. Kagome had chosen the night of the showing, plainly because she had gotten conceited. The plan was simple: party and be loveable, but absolutely forgettable when she walked away. It was quite amazing how she pulled it off. While everyone was saying the dinner prayer, Kagome was in the study, stealing the center piece. She placed it in a black suitcase and stashed it just inside the woods. Kagome was back before they opened their eyes; and even had time to eat a light salad and drink a little wine before skipping out.
But Kagome to this day considered the success of the lift sheer luck. Everything about it was conceited, flashy, and stupid. The way she made it inside was perfect, but everything after that was ridiculous. And she might have been able to save herself is she had just left once she had the kimono in tow, but having a night cap had seemed so much more fun at the time. Not surprisingly, that lift was considered one of the most notable and famous among thieves and CEO's alike.
Now that Kagome was armed with a little information about him she was much happier. She dug through all her old files and found his. Before each lift she gathered as much info about the person as possible. He had been a very successful heir to his father's legacy; controlling his business with ease after he passed away. But that was two years ago. In the short span that she had made burglar history, Sesshoumaru took control of nineteen different companies, was richer than Kami himself, and was spreading out his reaches to several different countries including America, England, France, Spain, and Italy. He specialized in taking over failing companies, revamping them, and then selling them back; but keeping plenty of shares for himself. He was involved in businesses ranging from telecommunications to high fashion agencies. Sesshoumaru was the proverbial King Midas.
As Kagome got reacquainted with his file, she almost squeaked when she came across old newspaper clippings. They were all dated after the Kimono had been stolen. Apparently once dinner was over he led them into the study to view it, and was furious when they realized it was gone. She pulled out a picture of him, while the cops were questioning his guests. His eyes burned red, and his lips were pulled into a tight line. Kagome found herself shivering. That anger was indirectly being geared towards herself. She quickly set the picture down and looked away.
The one thing that had always confused Kagome was the fact that he had never set up any reward for the Kimono, and actively removed the news from the media. Most people did whatever they could to get their lost items back. It made Kagome curious as to what he had been doing about it behind closed doors.
Kagome stood up and relaxed her muscles. Some of what Sesshoumaru had sad at the restaurant was partly true. After she stopped actively stealing, she stopped training quite as much. Of course Kagome still exercised everyday, but the regiments were no where near as intricate as before. So she went to her room, changed into some proper clothes, and began. After an hour of exhausting stretches and basic exercises, she locked up, and went for a jog.
It was getting dark outside, so the light breeze felt amazing. As Kagome ran she felt alive. She hated to admit it, but this was how she always felt during a job. Somehow it made her feel guilty; getting pleasure from doing something wrong. Maybe it was a bad gene or something. Being a thief did run in the family.
After she felt like her lungs were going to explode, Kagome stopped and hunched over, resting her hands on her knees. All of a sudden, she felt hands on her hips, and loins pushing into her back. She stood up straight and turned in his arms. Kagome wrapped her arms around to his cock, and began stroking it. When she felt his hot breath, and heard his groan, Kagome gasped, and reached her elbow up, smacking him in the jugular. How could she think it was 'him?' Those were her dreams, this was real-life. When she felt a knife to her neck, she stopped breathing.
"Listen bitch…I don't know who you think you are…but," he slammed her against a tree, bark scraping Kagome's bare back, "I kinda liked where that was going before you fucking hit me you tease. Now if you make a sound I will cut your throat. Either way I'm gonna see your pretty body." The stranger began kissing her harshly; and when Kagome resisted, smacked her across the face. When he began unzipping his pants, and pulling at hers, Kagome jumped back to reality; why did she go along with it for so long? She could have stopped this earlier. 'Oh my God, I'm so used to letting the men in my life abuse me sexually…this is second nature for me.' With this realization Kagome blanched and grabbed the knife at her throat, twisting it so it slit the blooming bruise across the molester's throat wide open. When his limp body fell to the damp grass; so did Kagome's. She stayed there for a good ten minutes sobbing, before hefting his corpse into a trash can and lighting it on fire. Then she wiped the blade clean, and threw it in the nearby lake.
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When she walked in the door, Kagome reeled in shock. There, on her couch, was Sesshoumaru, flipping through his own file, with a look of half anger/amusement. "I locked the door for a reason."
"Oh really, and what would that be?" Sesshoumaru didn't even look up.
Kagome walked over and saw what he was so intent upon, his picture. "Keeping people like you out." She mumbled; but Kagome knew he'd heard her. When she got close enough to lean over his shoulder, Sesshoumaru grabbed her and pinned her against the cushions. He was on top of her, his eyes turning a smoky red. When he leaned in close and began nuzzling her neck, the same place the rapist had, his eyes shot full red, and he leapt back off the couch.
"Where have you been!" Sesshoumaru never lost his temper, but upon seeing that she had been the girl to rob him less than two years ago; and than smelling another man on her, and blood…it was just too much for him.
"I was jogging, why?" And then Kagome remembered… he was an inuyoukai. He probably smelt that strange man on her, and his blood. "I…was in the park, and someone tried to rape me…" She didn't know why she was spilling her guts out, but something in him seemed trustable. Maybe it was just that Kagome's only good friend, Sango, was out of the country for the next month or so, and she needed someone to trust.
This realization infuriated Sesshoumaru. He tried to tell himself that it was just because she was now his employee, and he had plans for her…but this was something more. "And the blood?" It wasn't her own, so Sesshoumaru knew it had to have been that rapist filth. But could this little girl really hurt a full grown man to the point of drawing blood?
"He had me by knife point." Was Kagome going insane or did he pale? "I…I …lost my temper, and I killed him!" Kagome broke down all over again, collapsing to the floor in a fit of tears. Sesshoumaru was holding her in his arms faster than lightning, letting her soak his silk shirt. When she finally was breathing easy, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Sesshoumaru tucked her into the bed, and Kagome passed out.
Kagome tried to fight it, but she knew it was coming. She was walking home this time, coming from the park. It was the same tree…when Kagome reached it, he grabbed her around the waist. It was one of his violent moments. The man reached up, pinning her arms to the tree above her head. The bark cut into her revealed skin, just like before. She winced at the pain. But this time, when he would normally be bringing her a mixture of pleasure and pain, it just felt like rape. Every time he touched her, it felt wrong. Every time he kissed her, she wanted to puke. When he plunged into her, Kagome screamed in shame. Kagome felt just as awful when he hit her, as when he caressed her. It was all the same. This devil that molested her body and mind. Nothing was sacred anymore; even her dreams. When she looked at his face, it was void. There were no features, only an emptiness. After he had his way, he left, as always; and Kagome welcomed it. For the first time in her life she didn't want anyone to still be there when it was over…when she woke up. So she lay there, waiting for morning to come, and prayed that he didn't come back for more.
So Kagome should have been disappointed right? Because when she woke up, she was in his arms; Sesshoumaru's strong, warm arms. But as his aura seeped into her own, (Kagome a little guiltily tapped into it, feeding off it), she sighed in contentment.
"Miko." Kagome slightly reeled at his thick voice in her ear. "What are you doing?"
She reluctantly stopped siphoning off his energy. "Sorry, I was a little lost in you." She snuggled into his arm. Sesshoumaru possessively hugged her closer. All night she was screaming, and crying. It made him frustrated, because he couldn't kill the bad guys in her nightmares. He didn't know why, but she was growing on him. When she admitted what she'd done, and then broke down in front of him; Sesshoumaru saw a completely new side of her.
He had evaluated the young thief as a cocky know-it-all girl, who happened to be good at her career. But tonight he came to see her as a young, yes, but deep, soulful, and very raw woman. When the haze of sleep finally wore off, the two got out of bed, and decided to go out to breakfast. It was just breaking dawn when they made it to the same little café, but this time they sat outside at one of the little tables and watched the rising sun. They talked about unimportant things that Kagome couldn't recall if you asked her to. But it was nice and that was the point; and right then, Kagome would give anything to never go to sleep again.
An- Okay, so this is the second installment. I quite liked it: and is the man in her nightmares really Satan?????? Dun, dun, dunnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!! I know, there was some fluff between Kags and Sesh; but sparks WILL fly, don't worry. These cute little moments will be few and far between. But that's expected, you can't tame Kagome, and Sesshoumaru thinks that everyone should bow down to him. Sounds like they both need a reality check if you ask me. Reviews would be awesome!
Thanks to those that inspire!