-1Author's Note: Oh, dear. How best to apologize for my absolutely unacceptable hiatus? To be honest, I really don't have an excuse other than writer's block. I feel ashamed of myself for the unbearable delay. So, to satiate your thirst for more, I shall hold off on the review responses. On with the show.
Convicted
Chapter Three
"I hate you, Sesshoumaru," Kagome hissed. "I mean, the prostitute I can deal with. I can even work with being a stripper. But, this is going too far." She glared at the black, white, and gray plaid skirt she was wearing.
"Personally, I think you look hot," Miroku replied, clipping a tiny microphone to the front of her blouse.
"You're the one who picked out the fucking outfit!" She yelled. "Kami, I am so going to hell for this one."
"No offense, sis, but you were going to hell anyway," Souta smirked. "And don't even say that it's not true."
"I hate you, Souta. Hair tie, Rin," Kagome held her hand out for the piece of elastic that the girl dropped into it.
"How can you just… transform like this?" Rin asked, utterly perplexed as Kagome went from a fuming premenstrual twenty-three year old to all business.
"I am an actress, Rin. Though disgustingly underpaid."
"I will hear nothing of your pay, Higurashi," Sesshoumaru ordered.
"You know I want triple this time."
"I'll give you double and a dinner," he offered.
"Triple and a dinner, or you'll find yourself locked out of this van wearing this outfit." Kagome smirked at the man who was supposed to be her boss.
"Very smooth, Gome," Inuyasha chuckled. "Here are you handcuffs. Don't ask me where you're supposed to put them, because I really don't want to think about that."
"Rape risk?" Kagome grabbed the set of handcuffs and sat them on the bench beside her as she pulled her hair into two low pigtails.
"Minimal. He's only been known to molest people, never rape," Miroku answered.
"What's my cover?"
"Horny school girl. Had sex in the chapel. Very naughty." Kikyou couldn't help but laugh as she announced the information.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Who the fuck thought of that?" Kagome asked harshly.
"That would be the chief. Had to be something to turn the old geezer on," Miroku replied. "I wonder, what happened to old people being attracted to people who played Bridge?" He asked, letting out a sigh.
"I'm throwing in a new outfit with the triple and dinner, fucking pervert," the woman turned to her boss, fire in her eyes.
"It's not like I'm telling you to masturbate. Although, if you could manage that, it could really help," Sesshoumaru tapped his chin thoughtfully and gave a shrug.
"Sensitive ears in the immediate vicinity, Shou," Sango reprimanded.
"And there is no fucking way I'm masturbating. You're supposed to be my fucking boss, damn it." Kagome straightened the white knee high socks that completed her school girl uniform.
"I am your boss. I suggest you hurry." Sesshoumaru handed her a cordless ear piece, which she took and placed in her right ear.
"I fucking hate you, Shou," Kagome growled. She grabbed the handcuffs that were still sitting on the bench and pushed them into the back of her skirt. "Dear Kami-sama, forgive me for the sins I am about to commit." She moved her right hand in the shape of a cross across her chest and was about to exit the van when Sesshoumaru stopped her.
"One more thing, Higurashi," he said and held out a Blow Pop.
"Kami, tell me you're joking," she groaned and took the candy.
"I rarely joke. Now, go." Kagome glared at him and jumped out of the back of the van, slamming the doors behind her.
"Can you hear me?" She asked as she walked up the steps that led into the church.
"Hai. Just get a confession out of him and then we can all go home," Miroku replied, ignoring the pun.
"Easy for you to say. You aren't wearing a skirt that almost shows the… what is it you call it, Inuyasha? The sweet stuff?" Kagome muttered.
"Language, Higurashi. You're in a church," Sesshoumaru reminded her. She mumbled quietly to herself and entered the Roman Gothic style building.
"How may I serve you on this blessed day, child?" A bishop asked genially.
"I wish to make a confession. It is of the utmost importance that I speak with Father Mussolini," Kagome answered with a bow.
"Right this way, dear," the man led Kagome to a confessional at the far end of the room and held the door open for her. "Father Mussolini will be with you in a moment." Kagome thanked him and entered the cramped space, settling herself ever so gently on the chair.
Silence enveloped her for what felt like a century until she finally heard a door slide open and a man groan as he sat down.
"I have been informed that you wish to make a confession, child," he stated simply.
"Hai, Father," Kagome forced her voice to go up an octave. "I fear I have committed the unforgivable sing."
Mussolini steered his gaze towards her and eyed her hungrily through the thatched window. "No sin is unforgivable, child, for our lord is a merciful power. Come. Tell me what you wish to repent."
"Oh, I simply can't, Father," Kagome whispered in mock horror. "It is so terrible, what I did."
"Now, now child. A confession will lift the burden upon your young heart." Mussolini gave a grin that rivaled Miroku's.
"If you insist, Father," she sighed and launched into the story. "I was at chapel and I felt my suitor eyeing me. I tried to deter his looks, Father. Really, I did. I tried pulling my skirt lower, but you know the uniforms. All throughout communion he kept looking at me. He licked his lips as I drank from my Lord's cup and rubbed my backside as I knelt before the altar." Kagome gave a distressed moan and buried her head in her hands.
"She isa good actress," Rin commented as she listened to the conversation. "Almost sounds like she's a virgin."
"She is. Quiet," Sesshoumaru held up a hand to silence the girl and turned his attention back to the conversation.
"Oh, please believe that I tried to stop him, Father. If you believe it then maybe it will be true." Kagome hid a smirk as she sensed the elderly man stiffen. "But… he gave me a feeling of ecstasy such that I have never felt before. Soon our clothes were strewn across the altar and I was pressed against his bare chest." She paused for a moment and glanced at the clergyman. "Perhaps I should stop, Father. You seem ill."
"No, go ahead, child," Mussolini prompted her. Kagome complied.
"I worked myself lower and soon I was at his… you know. My suitor grinned and told me to go ahead, so I did." Kagome's smirk grew and she drew the piece of candy from her mouth. "I sucked and licked." She performed the ministrations on the sucker, moaning quietly. "I bent down further and swallowed and, oh, gosh," Kagome moaned again and leaned against the wall. "After he was finished he rolled over so he was on top of me. He placed kisses between my breasts and slipped a finger inside of me." She gasped and closed her eyes. "It continued as oral for some time and then he finally entered me." Kagome moaned louder and sighed in ecstasy. "I have never known such pleasure, Father. Each thrust was like a new birth. I thought I would burst, but he was kind. He was gentle and granted my wishes. After I had my orgasm, I requested he do as I had done for him. He willingly complied and pushed himself lower before licking my thigh and working his way inward." She let out a gasp and gripped the edge of the chair.
"Dear Kami-sama, I have never heard a more convincing feigned orgasm," Miroku muttered. He glanced at his colleagues and added, "Not that I've ever heard a fake orgasm. Because I'm excellent in bed."
"Enough, child," Father Mussolini silenced her. "This is a matter for a more formal confession. Come, so I may bless you myself." Kagome heard the door slide open in the other room and soon the wall behind her slid open to reveal a much larger room. The withered man held out a veined hand and Kagome took it, pulling herself out of the chair. After discreetly pulling her blouse down in the back, Kagome walked ahead of him, her head bowed.
"Please go through those double doors, child. I will be with you in a moment," Mussolini directed. Kagome obeyed and walked through the doors. The room she had just exited, though quite large and lavishly furnished, serves as an antechamber for the room she entered.
A large four poster bed was situated at the far side of the room, the drapings a deep plum color. The color of royalty. She couldn't help but laugh at the irony. The darkness of the bed was contrasted by a cream colored, claw-footed desk near the door and a matching bureau. Sitting on top of the bureau was a basin of what Kagome assumed to be holy water.
"Do you like my chambers, child?" Father Mussolini asked as he stepped into the room.
"It is beautiful, Father, but surely you have a wife to go home to. Wouldn't you rather be with her than stay here all night and day?" Kagome asked innocently.
"I am afraid that I am a widower, child. My love died two years previous," he told her as he pulled the basin off of the bureau. He approached Kagome and sprinkled some of the liquid on her head as he walked around her. "In the name of the Father, son, and Holy Spirit, I hereby grant this child a full repentance of all sins committed against Your name," he stood behind Kagome and slid his hand onto her backside.
"Father?" Kagome asked, her voice laced with shock.
"I must bless the skin upon which the sin was committed, child," Father Mussolini explained.
"Bless the skin upon which the sin was committed? I'll have to use that sometime," Miroku commented as he made a mental note to visit the man in prison for more material.
He turned Kagome around and placed a hand at the hem of her skirt. "Tell me, child. What is your name?" He pushed the cloth up and his hand brushed against Kagome's underwear.
Kagome, hiding a smirk, grabbed his hand and brought it around his back as she walked around him. "Higurashi Kagome, JPD, Tokyo Division," she whispered seductively as she slapped the handcuffs onto his wrists. "I'd read you your rights, but I'm too disgusted to do so." She placed a hand on his shoulder, her other hand keeping a firm grip on the handcuffs, and steered him from the room. "You are under arrest for sexual assault, abuse of power, and just being a creep. You are hereby stripped of your title as Father." She pushed him into the main church, gaining looks from the other clergymen and visitors. "Terribly sorry for the interruption. Please go about your business."
Once outside, Kagome walked to the van and kicked the door. "Open, please!"
The door opened, revealing a fuming Sango, laughing Kikyou and Inuyasha, shocked Rin and Souta, seriously injured Miroku, and slightly distressed Sesshoumaru.
"You didn't read him his rights?" Sesshoumaru questioned.
Kagome simply glared at him and growled. Sesshoumaru jumped out of the van and turned him towards a police car that was pulling up.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you. Any questions?" Sesshoumaru recited, Kagome following closely behind him as he walked to the car.
Mussolini turned to Kagome, his eyes slowly traveling up and down her body. "You didn't have sex in the chapel, then?"
Kagome's jaw dropped a fraction of an inch and she forced the man into the police cruiser. "Sorry, Father, but I'm a virgin," she smirked and closed the door. The car slowly rolled away and Kagome turned to Sesshoumaru. "You're dead, Shou."
"You are beginning to have an increasingly bad influence on Rin, Higurashi," Sesshoumaru replied.
"If I do it's your fault! A stripper, hooker, horny school girl. By the way, how was my performance?" She asked eagerly.
"Houshi said it was the best faked orgasm he's ever heard. I thought it sounded rehearsed," he answered, walking back to the van.
"You would know rehearsed, Shou. I don't even want to know what sounds a woman has to make to get you off of her." Kagome smirked and got into the van, taking a seat next to Miroku, who was nursing a black eye.
"Yes, well, a virgin like yourself must find some way to enjoy herself. I imagine the best thing is to dream of what this Sesshoumaru can do in bed." He returned the smirk and sat across from her.
"Shou-sama! Don't want to hear about that!" Rin screeched as she covered her ears.
"Touché, Shou. Well played," Kagome laughed and leaned back as the van started moving. "I need a shower."
"No mad rush to the mall for your payment?" Sesshoumaru asked.
"Shower then shopping. Old geezer was more perverted than Miroku. 'I must bless the skin upon which the sin was committed'. Please," Kagome rolled her eyes.
"Hey, that was a good line!" Miroku defended. "If only Sango-chan wasn't so violent."
"If only Houshi wasn't so perverted," Sango hissed and kicked his shin.
Miroku groaned and rubbed his leg. "You know how I like to be roughed up, San," he said, attaching a wink at the end. "Turns me on."
"Why, you hentai!" Sango raised her hand, about to slap him, when he grabbed the appendage and pulled her into his lap.
"Hurry up, Souta. Getting frisky back here," Miroku chuckled as he buried his face in her neck.
"Keep it in your pants, 'Roku," Inuyasha laughed and added, "You give the rest of us a bad name."
"You know how it is, man. It's not my fault she has to be so gorgeous," Miroku's voice was muffled by Sango's hair. "And she smells really good, too."
"'Roku-kun," Sango fought back an uncharacteristic giggle as Miroku slipped his hand around her torso, his fingers tickling the flesh under her shirt.
"How much longer, Souta?" Miroku asked urgently.
"Like I know. Traffic is a nightmare. And I swear to Kami-sama, if you start having sex in the van I will not hesitate to throw both of you out," Souta answered.
"Well, that's only one virgin's opinion," Miroku countered. "Would you care, Gome?"
Kagome gave him a fiendish look and kicked her leg out at him. "Careful, Houshi," she said dangerously. "I have a license to kill."
Miroku's face fell and he looked at her, a serious expression befalling his handsome features. "Really? We have those?"
"No, I just always wanted to say it," Kagome laughed.
"Oh. Well, in that case," he went back to nuzzling Sango's neck. "What about you, Rin? You wouldn't mind, right?" Souta glared at him through the rearview mirror and Sesshoumaru flexed his claws.
"Don't corrupt my girlfriend with your perverted thoughts!" Souta barked.
"All right, I get it. No sex in the van," Miroku grumbled and detached his face from Sango's neck. "Pricks.
Rin giggled quietly and glanced back at the eclectic group of friends. "You all are bad influences."
"Hell yeah we are!" Inuyasha readily agreed. "Drinking, smoking, sex, and violence. That's us."
Kikyou laughed, shook her head, and punched him playfully in the arm. "None of us smoke, baka."
"Yeah, since Gome gave it up," Inuyasha replied.
"It's disgusting. Plus, it's bad for your lungs," Kagome reasoned.
Sesshoumaru glanced at her, his left eyebrow lifted a fraction of an inch. "Higurashi appears to be the most mature person here apart from myself."
"Aw, thanks, Shou. I'm flattered," Kagome grinned. "Now, take off your pants."
Miroku's eyes widened and he allowed his jaw to drop. "Why can't I have sex in the van but you can?!"
"Apparently she's the most hypocritical, too, Shou," Inuyasha laughed.
"Fuckers, I'm cold. I don't have any pants," Kagome rolled her eyes.
"Oh," Miroku said, closing his mouth. "That would make sense."
"Yeah, it would. But, everything's sex with you," she sighed and slouched lower onto the bench.
"Nonsense, Kagome-sama," Miroku grinned at her. "I'm a man of the cloth."
Sango choked on a laugh and covered her mouth before saying, "As long as the cloth is rubber and covers the inch and a half bit of flesh between your legs."
Inuyasha winced, though visibly hiding a chuckle. "Ouch, dude. You going to let her disgrace your manhood like that?"
Miroku glanced at the woman in his arms. His eyes traveled from her chocolate brown hair, currently pulled into a high ponytail, to her equally dark eyes, to her gently sun-kissed face, and finally, they stopped at her upper torso. "Yeah, I think I will," he answered.
"Pervert!" Sango yelled and slapped him across the face.
"It's a compliment, dearest! Who in their right mind would leave someone with a rack like that?" Miroku chimed, rubbing his reddened cheek.
"See, Shou? Women are clearly the wiser of the genders," Kagome laughed as Sango continued her tirade on Miroku.
"Do not judge all men based on his one-track mind, Higurashi," Sesshoumaru scolded.
The yelling came to a rather sudden end when Souta slammed on the brakes, causing Kagome to fall over, Kikyou to fall on her, and Inuyasha finally landing on top.
"Yes! My fantasy has finally come true!" Miroku shouted, pumping his fist in the air.
"Kikyou, Inuyasha, I love you, babes, but if you don't get the hell off of me," Kagome croaked.
"I don't know, Gome," Inuyasha began thoughtfully. "I'm pretty comfortable. Two hot chicks underneath me."
"Sit!" Kagome shouted. There was a thump and she and Kikyou were pushed further into the bench.
"Damn it, Gome!" Kikyou groaned. "You could have waited until he got off of us."
"He shouldn't have called me a chick!" Kagome retorted as Inuyasha finally pried himself off of the women. Kikyou sat up and Kagome pulled herself into a sitting position.
"You're heavy, Yash," she muttered, rubbing her stomach.
"You're weak, Gome," Inuyasha replied in the same tone.
"Am not!" Kagome yelled.
"Are to!" He shouted.
"Not!"
"Are!"
"Not!"
Sesshoumaru leaned against the side of the van and rubbed his temples. "What's the problem Souta?"
"Traffic. Bumper to bumper. And we're only a couple of blocks from the station," Souta grumbled.
Kagome and Inuyasha stopped arguing long enough to look out of the window. "Let's just walk then," Sango suggested. "Souta and Rin could take the car."
"True…" Miroku tapped his chin. "And the quicker we get home, the quicker we can…" Sango covered his mouth with her hand before he could finish.
"What do you say, Souta? Give you and Rin-chan time to talk about something without the perverts butting in," Kagome said hopefully.
"You just want to go shopping, sis," Souta smirked at his sister and inched the van forward.
"And take a bath," she added. Souta sighed and shook his head.
"Go ahead, guys. Rin and I will call you when we finally get to the station."
"Are you sure, Souta?" Kikyou asked. "Wouldn't you get bored?"
Rin scoffed and looked at the older woman in the rearview mirror. "Are you trying to imply something, Kikyou-sama?"
"No, no, no, no, no," Kikyou answered hastily. "Not what I meant, Rin. It's just that sitting in the van for Kami knows how long."
"Nice save. But, seriously. You all can go. I'm sure we'll find something to entertain us," Souta laughed.
"All right, then. Come on, guys," Miroku opened the back doors to the van and Sango, Kikyou, and Inuyasha clambered out. "Condoms are in the glove box, Souta."
Rin blushed a deep plum color and Kagome forced Miroku out of the vehicle. "Lecher! Stay away from my brother!" She ordered violently, the unspoken 'or say bye-bye to your penis' ringing loud and clear.
"And refrain from speaking of such things around Rin, as well," Sesshoumaru added.
"Bye, guys," Souta mumbled as Kagome and Sesshoumaru got out of the van, the doors slamming behind them. "I can't believe him!"
"I know. We aren't even eighteen yet," Rin answered.
"One of these days Kag's gonna castrate him," Souta laughed quietly and watched his friends cross the street, their feet pounding on the sidewalk with each step.
"Yeah, probably. Don't think that would stop him from being a lecher, though," Rin said with a shrug.
"True. And it looks like Kag's about to kill someone. Maybe she should have changed…"
"Maybe. Too late now, though." The van inched forward again and Kagome, Sesshoumaru, Sango, Miroku, Kikyou, and Inuyasha disappeared around a corner.
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"That's the third fucking time someone's whistled at me. And one of them was a woman!" Kagome hissed, glaring at Sesshoumaru.
"I am not to be held accountable for your lack of preparation, Higurashi. You should have brought a change of clothes," he answered coolly.
"I asked for a pair of pants!" She huffed.
"Pants that were currently occupied."
"Oh, fuck the technicalities," she mumbled.
"Think of it this way, Gome. Total strangers find you attractive. Take it as a compliment," Inuyasha told her.
"Hey, sexy mama! Wanna ride?" A man with dark brown hair pulled up next to the group and hit the brake. Kagome gagged and pulled herself closer to Sesshoumaru.
"JPD, bastard," Kikyou barked. "Go before we get you for sexual harassment." The man blanched slightly and drove off, leaving the group standing in a mild state of shock.
Kagome placed her hands on her hips and drummed her fingers irritably. She looked at the guys, as did the other girls, a look of expectancy on her face.
"What?" Inuyasha asked after several tense seconds.
"Well?" Sango questioned.
"Well what?" The hanyou asked again. Kikyou's jaw dropped and Sango's eyebrow began to twitch. Kagome, however, stared blankly at Sesshoumaru.
"Is there a problem, Higurashi?" The man asked coldly.
"I can't believe you didn't say anything!" Kagome shrieked. "And you two!" She rounded on Miroku and Inuyasha, who were slowly inching away from their girlfriends. "Just letting him say that! Shows how much you care about us!"
"Um, shouldn't you be used to it by now, Gome? You get hit on whenever you go out…," Miroku started cautiously.
"Yeah, all of you do. What's one guy going to do to you?" Inuyasha asked.
"He could have attacked us! We could have been raped! What if he murdered us, then raped us, and then hid us in the sewer?!" Kagome bellowed.
"One," Sesshoumaru cut in, "you watch way too much Court TV. Two, the man addressed you, Higurashi. Three, serious harm would have been done to his person if he showed any sign of violence. Four, you are giving me a headache, so shut up."
Kagome was silent for a moment, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Aw, Shou!" She cooed. "You do care about me!"
Sesshoumaru lifted an eyebrow and looked down at her. "Nonsense," he said. "I just need someone to do the sex pieces."
Kikyou and Sango stifled their laughter and looked at Kagome, waiting expectantly for her reaction.
"Don't worry, Shou," Kagome sighed. "I love you, too." She stood on her tiptoes and pecked him on the cheek.
"You will cease touching me, Higurashi. I have no desire to be touched by petty humans," Sesshoumaru stated coldly.
"You forget, Shou. I'm a badass miko," Kagome laughed and Kikyou smiled broadly.
"Yeah. We can touch you all we want," Kikyou chipped in. "Not that I want to touch you. But, apparently the virgin does."
"That sounds hot. But hypocritical," Inuyasha smirked and glanced over at Kagome. "Are you hiding something from us, Gome?"
"No. And why do you always have to rag on me about being a virgin?" Kagome asked heatedly as they turned the corner, the police station coming into view.
"Don't take it the wrong way, Gome," Sango answered. "I was a virgin up until our… what was it, fifth date, Miroku?"
"Must you remind me? Staying celibate for over a month was hard. In more way than one," Miroku groaned.
"It's out of love, Gome," Inuyasha said. "Our New Year's resolution was to get you laid, but it hasn't happened yet."
"And it's not going to," Kagome shot at him. "You know I want to join the convent. Maybe then men will stop asking me if I 'want a ride'."
"Nope. Nothing is sexier than a would be innocent twenty three year old who can give a guy a hard on just by looking at him in nun garb. Naughty images of being fucked in the chapel," Miroku stated nonchalantly.
Kagome blinked several times then slapped him on the back of his head. "Do not undermine me, bozu. You know what I can do."
"Reword. Please. So doesn't sound right in context," Sango shuddered slightly and stopped at the bottom of the stairs that led into the station.
"He's having a bad influence on you, San," Kagome laughed and hugged her friend. "I'll see you tomorrow. Unless you want to see me take advantage of our boss when we go shopping."
"I'll pass, Gome. Have fun," Sango waved and turned around, starting to walk across the street to the news station when Miroku grabbed her waist and pulled her against him.
"Avert your eyes, Gome. Wouldn't want you to be too scarred by their sexual antics." Inuyasha placed his hands over Kikyou's and Kagome's eyes and led them up the steps, Sesshoumaru following in their wake.
"Finally, we're semi-alone," Miroku groaned and buried his face in Sango's neck, sucking gently at the flesh.
"Calm down, Miroku," Sango giggled. "We both have to get back to work."
"We can take a break. I just need some sort of release."
"Not now, love," she pushed on his shoulders and Miroku begrudgingly tore his face away from her skin. "What time do you get off?"
"9:00. Shou went easy on me tonight," Miroku answered.
"All right. I get off at 7:00, so I'll surprise you with something," Sango raised herself a few inches and kissed him gently on the lips. "Now, I have to go to work."
"I love you," Miroku whispered.
"I love you, too," Sango kissed him again and grinned. "I'll see you tonight."
"If you must keep me waiting." They both laughed and Sango quickly walked across the street and into the news station.
"Oh, bite me, dog boy," Kagome barked as she stomped out of the police station. Miroku turned around and smirked at the scene. The woman had changed into a pair of loose fitting sweatpants and an oversized shirt. Normal. But, Sesshoumaru was sporting a bright red handprint on his left cheek.
"Should I ask?" Miroku inquired as he buried his snigger.
"He's giving me shit because I left my workout clothes at home, so I had to borrow his," Kagome huffed.
"So, you slapped him?"
"She slapped me because I walked in on her in the locker room," Sesshoumaru answered as Kagome opened her mouth to speak.
"Yeah, that warrants a slap," Miroku said, nodding.
"Mr. Boss-Man doesn't seem to think so. Says I overreacted and that it's nothing he hasn't seen before," Kagome rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest.
"Bad move. Now you seem like an over-sexed, HIV carrying, fuck anything with legs person."
"That's what I said," Kagome replied. "Then he ways I'm an under-sexed, wish I was innocent, pussy tease. So, I slapped him again."
"Get on your bike, Higurashi," Sesshoumaru kept his voice surprisingly level as he held out her black helmet. Kagome snatched it from his hand and marched over to her awaiting motorcycle.
"Your clothes don't even fit me, damn it!" She yelled as she pulled the pants up.
"Forgive me for not being a size three, Higurashi."
"Size five, thank you very much. You forcing food down my throat actually worked," Kagome smirked, swung her leg over her bike, placed her helmet on her head, started the engine, and drove out of the parking lot.
"She's a bitch," Sesshoumaru groaned.
"You know you want her because of it, too. Who else has the nerve to say you're an over-sexed, HIV carrying, fuck anything with legs type of guy?" Miroku laughed and Sesshoumaru got into his car and drove off.
"I see how it is! Just make sure you tell her it hurts the first time!" Miroku shouted before walking into the police station.
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Kagome pulled into the parking structure, found the empty spot next to her car, and parked. "Finally, I'm happy residents can park in here," she muttered, glaring at the burning sun that peaked through the concrete. She took off her helmet, ran her fingers through her hair, and walked into the luxury high rise apartment complex.
"Hola, chica," Ken greeted.
"Hola, papi," Kagome laughed. "Sesshoumaru's coming soon, so don't flip out."
"Si. But, I must tell you that when he came over the other night there were some complaints. Gang bang?" He smirked and Kagome's jaw dropped.
"Hella no!" She screeched.
"All right, all right. Is he staying?"
"No. I intend to have anal sex with him then throw him out," Kagome joked.
"Oh, anal the first time? I'd rethink that, honey," Ken laughed.
Kagome rolled her eyes and sighed. "Just send him up when he gets here, okay? I'm gonna go take a shower."
"Bad day?"
"Molested at the Catholic Church by a man who could pass as my great grandfather."
"Sick," Ken stated shortly.
"I know. It was worse than almost being raped," Kagome groaned and walked towards the elevator.
"Adios, lover!"
"Ciao!" The elevator doors opened and Kagome stepped inside, pushing the button for the penthouse. "A nice shower and then I'll be ready," she sighed happily as the doors closed and the elevator went up. Three minutes later Kagome entered her apartment, slipped her shoes off, placed her keys on the coffee table, and locked herself in the bathroom. She heard her door open and close again a few seconds later and opened the bathroom door.
"I'll be out in fifteen, Shou. Do whatever," she called before closing the door again.
Sesshoumaru sank onto the couch and turned on the television, changing the channel to the news that was now airing a story about a lost cat. "Slow day," he muttered. The shower water turned on and he silently began counting down the minutes until Kagome came out.
As said, Kagome stepped out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later, a towel wrapped around her body as another one was worked through her hair, grabbing the drops of water that clung to it. "Turn it up," she said, looking at the television.
Sesshoumaru obeyed as a new story started. "In other news," the news caster started. "Convicted murderer and rapist Ito Wasuri, imprisoned almost two years ago by the Japanese Police Department, Tokyo Division, is due for release in five weeks. Ito-san did not wish to comment on his incarceration when our reported visited his containment center earlier this week."
Kagome stared at the box for a few more seconds and continued drying her hair.
"Higurashi-" Sesshoumaru began, but was cut off by Kagome's cell phone ringing.
"Hold that thought," she flipped the phone open and placed it to her ear. "Moshi-moshi?" She asked. "Hi, Daddy. Yes, I saw it. No, I'm not freaking out. No, I won't do anything stupid. Yes, I'm sure. No, I won't. Yes, I still plan on killing him. Because he killed mom. Yes, I'm being irrational. No, I don't care. Love you too, Daddy. Bye," Kagome sighed and closed her phone. "You were saying, Shou?"
"Your father covered everything," he answered. Kagome laughed and walked back to her room, the door closing behind her. Several minutes later, and several streams of curses, Kagome walked back out wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a floaty white blouse.
"Ready?" She asked as she stepped into a pair of flip-flops.
"Yes," Sesshoumaru answered briefly and they walked out of the apartment. He led the way to his polished black Cadillac that was sure to be in the upper nineties as far as temperature went.
"I told you that you should have gotten silver," Kagome reprimanded as she opened the blazing door.
"The interior was black, Higurashi. It would still be hot," he replied. Kagome arched her back as she sat down and withdrew her hand as she reached for the seat belt buckle.
"Fuck! Your car just burnt me!" She winced, showing Sesshoumaru her reddened hand.
"Am I supposed to do something about it?" He asked.
"Kiss it and make it better," she told him. Sesshoumaru gave her a 'you're out of your fucking mind' look and Kagome continued to hold her hand out. He groaned and kissed the palm. "Thank you. Now, we take my car."
"I am not going anywhere with you as the driver, Higurashi," Sesshoumaru stated icily.
"Yes, you are. It's too hot in here." Kagome opened her door and pushed it closed with her foot. "Come on, you baby. My driving isn't that bad." Sesshoumaru got out of his car, locked it, and pocketed his keys before Kagome to her silver Cadillac.
"Thank Kami-sama for this thing," she sighed, the parking structure offering instant shade.
"Hurry, Higurashi," Sesshoumaru ordered. Kagome looked at him exasperatedly before unlocking the car that was identical to his apart from the color. She climbed into the driver's seat and Sesshoumaru got in the passenger's seat before Kagome started the ignition and pulled out of the garage.
"Ninety-fucking-three degrees. I hate Tokyo in the summer," Kagome hissed bitterly as she drove onto the main road, heading towards the mall. "Pick a radio station."
"Why?" Sesshoumaru asked shortly.
"Because you have the personality of a stick. I need sound in the car," she answered.
Sesshoumaru resolutely turned on the radio, leaving it on the first station he heard.
"You have the worst taste in music," Kagome muttered. "Doesn't matter, anyway, 'cause we're here." She pulled into the mall parking lot, drove to the first parking garage she saw, and parked as far away from the entrance as possible.
"It isn't that hot, Higurashi," Sesshoumaru got out of the silver Cadillac, closing the passenger side door behind him.
"I have a very sensitive heat complex, as does my baby," Kagome got out as well and pushed a button on a tiny remote on her key chain to lock the doors.
"Except to reproduce you would have to have sex with someone, so unless there is something you've been hiding from all of Tokyo…"
"Bite me, dog boy," she barked for the second time that day. "You can kiss my virginal ass."
"I will have to decline, Higurashi, but I'm sure the wolf wouldn't neglect to please you."
Kagome elbowed him roughly in the stomach and walked into the mall.
"Was that meant to hurt me?" Sesshoumaru asked with an inclined eyebrow.
"Just for that we're getting dessert," Kagome grumbled. "By the way, where are we going?"
"The sushi house downtown," he answered tersely.
"Woo-hoo!" Kagome squeaked. "See, Shou, I knew you liked me."
"Nonsense. Now, find something while I make the reservation."
Kagome smiled broadly and entered a small dress shop, immediately gravitating towards the racks that held the cocktail dresses.
Sesshoumaru stood nearby, his cell phone pressed to his ear. "Reservation for two please. Under Fukuda. Nonsmoking. View is fine. No. Arigatou." He closed the phone and placed it back in his pocket.
"We have to stop going on these dates, Shou. People will talk." Kagome smirked and pulled down a maroon colored silk dress.
"If you weren't such a gold digging bitch these 'dates' would never occur."
"If you didn't give me all of the sex pieces I wouldn't be such a gold digging bitch."
"You should be used to them, Higurashi," Sesshoumaru answered.
"Yeah, but…"
"Will you try the dress on? The reservation is at 7:00, and it is now 5:00," he cut her off, looking crossly at his watch.
"Fine," Kagome walked into the changing area at the back of the store and closed the door with a snap. Sesshoumaru sat on one of the chairs placed next to the rooms, several of the other men occupying the other chairs looking at him in disbelief.
"How did you land her and where can I find one?" A slightly balding man asked.
Sesshoumaru was about to respond when Kagome cursed quietly from behind one of the doors.
"Shou, the zipper's caught. Will you come help me?" She asked innocently. Two men volunteered, but Sesshoumaru rose and walked back to the changing room. Kagome opened the door a bit and revealed her red face, tears running down her cheeks from silent laughter.
"You enjoy torturing people, don't you?" Sesshoumaru motioned for her to turn around, which she did.
"Only horny guys. Gives me my pleasure for the day," Kagome laughed as Sesshoumaru pulled the zipper sewn into the back of the dress up. "How's it look?"
He looked her up and down a few times, quirking his left eyebrow. "It's fine," he finally said.
Kagome gawked at him for a few seconds before pushing him out of the room. "You never appreciate me!" She cried through a fake sob.
"And you overreact," Sesshoumaru answered dryly before retreating. There was a thud, a scream, and another curse, this time much louder than the previous one.
Kagome stomped out of the changing room, the dress draped over her arm. "We are so over!" She cried and marched over to the cash register.
"Dude, I'll take her," one man offered. Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes and stood next to Kagome, handing the cashier his credit card.
"Don't tell me the total," he barked at the woman as she opened her mouth to speak. She whimpered slightly and Sesshoumaru signed the credit card terminal before roughly grabbing the receipt from her outstretched hand. Kagome, sniffling slightly, took the bag and walked out of the shop.
"You can stop acting now," Sesshoumaru growled as she wiped her eyes.
"Who's acting? The hanger impaled me when I fell," Kagome answered with a wince. "Is it possible to lose your virginity to an inanimate object?"
Sesshoumaru opened his mouth to respond, then closed it. "Not sure," he replied. "I never thought I'd be asked that question. Though I hear they sell these pills at Spencer's called Virgin-Again. You might look into buying some."
Kagome looked up at him for a few seconds and swallowed a laugh. "Did you just tell a joke, Shou-kun?"
"Tell anyone and you can start looking for a job at the strip club," he answered. Now, anything else you want?"
"Hm," she muttered and looked around at the stores surrounding them. "I was thinking of forcing you to go into Victoria's Secret with me to get some new bras. And new shoes. But, since some nutcracker finally cracked open your ass, I think I'll go easy on you."
"Finally, more saint than devil," he sighed. Kagome smiled and wrapped an arm around his torso.
"Now, you get to wait about an hour for me to get ready." They walked through the glass doors, quietly making their way back to Kagome's car.
"Or, to save time, I could go get ready while you're getting ready," he replied. Kagome pulled a thoughtful expression and nodded. "Now, let's go. You know it takes a while for you to get ready." The doors were unlocked, seatbelts buckled, the engine started, and the drive through the incinerator was soon over.
"Wear a good suit," Kagome stated as Sesshoumaru made his way back to his car. "And don't even bother trying to tie your tie. I'll do it once you get back here. And if you even think of waiting in the car for me to come down…"
"I get it, Higurashi," Sesshoumaru interjected. "Just go get ready."
The black Cadillac pulled out of the parking space and Kagome walked back into the high rise, exchanged a few words with Ken, and once more took the elevator to the top floor.
"5:45," she muttered with a glance at the clock. "Shou should be here within half an hour. He hates waiting, so I need to be ready within… forty five minutes."
Convicted
Everyone has asked at least once in their life where the hell all the time went. Such were the words streaming from Kagome's lips as Sesshoumaru entered her apartment, without knocking mind you.
"Twenty minutes, Shou-kun," Kagome called from her room. "Still trying to figure out what to do with my hair."
Sesshoumaru walked down the hall to her room and leaned against the door frame, his arms folded across his chest. "What do you think?" She asked. "I was thinking of curling it. Or putting it in a bun, maybe."
"You know my opinion on females and their appearance in general," he replied.
"Such a charmer, Shou-kun," Kagome grinned and turned around on the stool she was seated on. "Always know the right thing to say and the right time to say it."
"Experience, Gome, experience," Sesshoumaru answered. "Besides, I like your hair down."
"Down it is," she smiled and stood up, strolling over to the closet. "Black shoes?" She held up a pair of black satin high heeled sandals. Upon seeing the look on his face, she laughed gently. "Black shoes." She stripped off the robe she was wearing, pulled the new dress off of the hanger, and stepped into it, the loose fabric falling to her knees. "Zip, please." She pulled her hair out of the way and Sesshoumaru carefully pulled the zipper up on the strapless dress. He paused for a moment, his hands resting on her torso.
"Are you wearing the rose water I gave you for your birthday?" He asked, taking a short sniff of her neck.
"Yeah," she replied. "The only cosmetic thing I'm wearing, mind you. Why?" His answer wasn't verbal, not that it needed to be. He moved his face closer to her neck, his eyes closing as he smelled her again. "Down, boy," she smiled and gave him a soft push. "We can make out after dinner, but for now I need food."
Sesshoumaru snorted quietly and took a step back, looking down at her. "You look a lot better without all the make-up."
"Oh, come now, Shou-kun," she smiled mischievously, grabbed her shoes and a black choker, and walked out of the room. "You're going to make me blush." She picked up the tie lying on the coffee table and motioned for him to come closer. The top two buttons on his white dress shirt were unbuttoned and she wrapped the black tie around his neck.
"Satisfactory?" He asked, half-jokingly, once the tie was properly knotted and the buttons redone. He turned around and Kagome looked him up and down, taking in the crisp black pants and jacket, polished shoes, and starched shirt.
"Very dapper," she replied with a nod. "I definitely approve." She held up her necklace and smiled innocently. "Pretty please?"
Sesshoumaru stared coldly at her for a moment before taking the necklace. "Tease."
"Only with you, Shou-kun," she replied.
"I better get something out of this."
She gave a scandalized gasp and looked up at him. "Surely, sir, you would not compromise my purity."
Sesshoumaru smirked and placed two clawed fingers under her chin, gently forcing her head upwards until he brought his lips to her ear. "You and I both know, Gome, that you are only half a virgin," he whispered, his soft breath ticking her ear sensually.
"Think again, Shou-kun," she countered in the same voice. "I backed out just before he could finger me. So, even my oral virginity is in tact." She smiled at him and opened the door. "I said we could make out when we got back, anyhow." She stepped onto the elevator, Sesshoumaru standing behind her.
"Don't lie to me, Gome," he whispered. "You know I can smell it."
"Can't we get through the first portion of tonight's date before accusations are made, Shou-kun?"
Sesshoumaru lifted an eyebrow and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "And if I decide to skip right to the second portion of the date?"
Kagome laughed softly and walked out of the elevator, her heels clacking against the marble floor in the lobby as she walked out to see the sun setting. Sesshoumaru opened her car door and closed it once she was inside before getting in himself and driving out of the parking lot.
Convicted
Conversation over dinner was relatively light, consisting of many playful insults thrown by Kagome and mild retaliations made by Sesshoumaru. It was a welcomed relief to have a rather cool meal to ward off the effects of the stifling heat baking the pedestrians wandering around Tokyo. Soon enough, they were saying their good-byes to the hostess and waiter, driving away from the restaurant, and pulling once more into the high rise's parking lot. The elevator ride to the top floor passed in a comfortable silence. Kagome slipped her feet out of the shoes as she entered the apartment, kicking them to the side as Sesshoumaru walked in after her, the door closing gently.
"I believe we had a deal, Gome," Sesshoumaru said smoothly.
Kagome arched an eyebrow and placed her hands on her hips. "Did we?" She asked, her eyes moving upwards as he stepped closer, only receiving a nod in response. His hands wound around her, his lips finding her neck as he inhaled deeply. "Keep the hands above the waist and we'll be fine," she muttered as he slowly guided her backwards until she fell onto the couch, pulling him with her.
"Deal," he answered throatily, crushing his lips to hers. Kagome moaned quietly and parted her lips, clutching onto his sports coat as his tongue delved into her mouth. The coat was quickly discarded, forming a nondescript lump on the coffee table. One of Sesshoumaru's hands wandered down her thigh, following the line of her leg before catching the hem of the dress.
"We had a--" Kagome cut herself off as he slowly trailed a finger along her flesh. She gave a quivering moan and he smirked in satisfaction.
"Sit up," he muttered. He lifted her torso and pulled at the zipper of the dress before she pushed on his shoulders. "One off me, one off you."
"Not fair," she replied. "You're wearing more clothes."
"Not my fault," he answered. He carefully removed the dress and pushed it to the floor, kissing the junction of her shoulder and neck all the while. "Nice choice," he smirked, staring from the black and cream lace bra to the matching panties.
"Oh, shut up," Kagome muttered and pushed on his shoulders again, bringing herself up with him this time. "Lose 'em."
His shirt and pants soon joined the clothing scattered around the room. He placed a hand on her hip, softly fingering the fabric of her panties while his other hand climbed up her thigh before slipping between them. One digit had just barely entered her when her cell phone rang loudly.
"Kami, damn it!" She shouted angrily and pressed the cursed electronic device to her ear. "This better be fucking good," she barked into the receiver. "Get the damned fire department on it. H.N., then. Kami, Souta, get someone on the night shift to take it. All right, all right. Fine. I'll be there in ten minutes." She snapped the phone closed and gave an exasperated sigh. "We can never get a break, can we?" She asked as Sesshoumaru pushed himself off of her and pulled his clothes back on.
Kagome ran back to her room and came back out a few seconds later wearing her uniform. "Time to go play hero cop again."