Disclaimer - InuYasha is property of Rumiko Takahashi and D. Gray Man is property of Katsura Hoshino. All characters, setting, etc. are the property of their respective owners. I, TriforceandSheikahArts, merely wrote this story for amusement. I receive no profit from the creation of the story. I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise relating to InuYasha and/or D. Gray Man. No copyright infringement is intended.

This second chapter is dedicated to Fuyuki-san, who recommended a Kagome/Cross Marian one-shot. Enjoy!

Book 02: No!

Pairing: Kagome/Cross Marian

The life of luxury is what he deemed desirable. Only the finest of clothing, intoxicating, mouth-watering amounts of pure, fine cuisine, an endless quantity of high-priced, imported wine, and beautiful, busty, curvy women. In his eyes, that was the life to live. And anything below it was just… nothing.

It was a motto to which he lived by. Everything fancy and foremost. For him, everything beautiful and lush needed to be around him—wine and women especially. What he believed, was that beautiful objects and people were drawn to other beautiful objects and people. Therefore, why was she immune to his charms? After all, she was beautiful as was he. What else did there need to be?

"Cross-san, may I go now?"

"Not yet," he spoke, purring. "After all, you just got here, General." Flirtatiously, he laid a hand on her thigh, moving closer towards her. "Don't you agree?" He whispered in her ear, his breath sending chills down her spine.

Comporting her usual appearance, she rolled her eyes, not looking the least bit amused. "Cross-san," she tried again, her voice hoarse. "I am not enjoying this!" This as in the position they were in. Sitting in a highly priced restaurant, occupying the largest—and most expensive!—room.

"You deserve only the best though." Moving his face closer towards hers, he gazed into her eyes, smiling deviously. "So, what do you think of it all?" He questioned, lustfully eyeing her.

"The restaurant… lovely. You… horrid."

"Spoken like a true woman," he muttered sarcastically, shaking his head. "Honestly, Kagome, why not act like a proper woman."

"Oh, you mean like the whores that you're always sleeping around with?"

Hit and conquer. Not expecting such a… colourful remark, Cross sighed, and placed his glass down onto the short yet largely filled table.

"Kagome," he chastised. "Always one for such… vulgar language." Clicking his tongue, he observed her features, taking in her beautifully defined body. God only knows how she was always able to resist his charms, and still have him wanting her.

"Mmm," he reached out, grabbing a few strands of her long, ebony coloured hair. Fiddling with the strands, he brought them up towards his lips, kissing them.

"Stop that!" She pulled the strand away from him, moving further away. Cross retailed by following right after her. "Ugg! Just go away!" She mumbled, eyeing him with disdain.

"Kagome, that wasn't very kind." He pouted, his voice sombre.

"Well, I don't care." She stuck out her tongue.

Cross rolled his eyes, "Honestly Kagome, you make no sense to me."

"And you annoy me."

"Great gods." He slapped forehead, exhaled a sigh, and glanced towards the highly ornate ceiling. "Kagome, why are you behaving like this?"

"Because I can," she spoke simply, reaching out to grab a spring roll.

Cross watched as her long, dainty fingers captured the lying spring roll and placed it down onto a fine plate. Slowly, she brought it up towards her lips, taking a small, elegant bite.

"Why are you watching me?" She questioned, lazily staring towards him out of the corner of her eye.

"Because I can," he smirked, reaching for his glass of wine. Casually, he noted that her brows rose, signalling that she was on the rise to becoming annoyed.

Perfect.

Again, he leaned forward, placing a hand onto her thigh. Moving his hand up and down, he stroked the finely tailored material, feeling its rich, soft texture tickle his palm. However, more than anything, did he desire to remove the material from her, and view her true… ample beauty. What she really hid underneath that substantial amount of delicately laced fabric. He could picture it now. The mere thought caused his eyes to cloud over with lust.

"Cross-san," she spoke confidently, catching his attention.

"Yes, Kagome?" he purred.

"Look at my face when you talk to me, and not my chest or legs."

"Aw." Complying with the woman's demands, he glanced upwards, pouting.

"And don't even think that that pout will work, since I am not going to be sleeping with you."

Grumbling under his breath, he reached for another bottle of wine.

This was going to be quite a long night.