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I think I still sat for half an hour in my office, without being able to think straight, let alone, work.

I don't even know what time it was when I got home. It was late, I knew that.

I was light as a feather. My steps didn't even make a sound on my floor as I walked in, trying not to grin to the walls like an idiot.

I could still feel his hands on me. The strength they used to presse me against him, the pressure of his lips on mine. The taste of him. It was all still there.

Talk about a good Friday.

.:.

I got off he shower and sat on the bed so I could brush my hair - with the new brush I bought while he was talking to me about how lame Houjo's dating skills were. My land line started ringing, and I frowned. My parents were the only one's who called my land line. Them or the bank. I let the machine answer.

"Kagome, it's me, Sango, are you there? Oh, God, you must be sleeping, and I'm calling you. I'm sorry, I'll call you tomo-"

SANGO! The one person I needed to talk to!

"Hello!" I grabbed the phone before she could hang up. "Sango! I'm here!"

"Oh! Kagome! Good! I so need to talk to you!"

"Me too! Are you home?"

"No, I'm in a cab. Can I come over?"

"Yes! Come over! I'll be waiting!"

"I'll be right there."

Hanging up, I sat on my bed until she got there, trying to distract my mind.

Didn't work.

A few minutes later, I ran to the door when the bell rang.

That's when it started.

There stood Sango, looking like she had done something she shouldn't.

And looks like we both saw the same thing at the same time. She pointed at me, and I pointed at her. She also had a big purple bruise on her neck. Only hers was more purple. And it were three.

We both started laughing like maniacs and hugged each other, like we had just won a prize or something.

After that, I closed the door, she kicked her shoes off and we ran to my bedroom and jumped on my bed and hugged pillows like two teenagers.

"It wasn't... Inuyasha that did that, was it?" She pointed to my neck and waited for my answer.

I hid my face on the pillow and screamed, all excited.

"Oh my God! Oh my God how?! When did this happen?!"

I told her how he showed up in my office out of nowhere, given me a bottle of Petrus ("No way, seriously?!"), made it clear that he wanted me as a birthday present and how we spent God knows how long making out.

"Kagome! I should fire you! Making out on your place of work!" She laughed.

"But it looks like your night was better than mine, huh?" I looked at the three big hickeys on her neck.

She sighed and hid her eyes and shook her head.

"Who is the author if this brilliant work of art?" I asked.

She murmured something on the pillow she was hugging. I didn't understand a word.

"Sango. Look at me." She showed me her eyes. Nose and mouth still hidden. "Was it Jakotsu?"

She laughed and tossed it at me.

"Yeah, of course it was. Don't you know how much he likes to suck on women's necks?"

We laughed again.

"It was Miroku, wasn't it?"

She lied down, face first on my duvet.

"Wasn't it, Sango?"

She nodded.

"Oh God! Finally!" I laughed and clapped. "Tell me, tell me!"

"Oh!" She sat up again and brushed her hair from her face. "We were driving to Inuyasha's party, right after I talked with you. I went downstairs and found him hitting on the new receptionist. I told him I was ready and we could go. He still lingered for like, three minutes, can you believe it? Got her number and everything. After that, he hailed a cab and we headed for his place, him and Inuyasha live on the same building. And, for some reason, we started arguing, and-"

"You were scolding him for hitting on the receptionist, weren't you?"

"Well, whatever! The thing is. We were still arguing when we got to his building. I had just pressed the button to Inuyasha's floor when he grabbed me, hit the stop button and kissed me!"

"Oooh! How romantic! It's like a movie!

"Kagome, I swear, I tried to push him away, but he's just so big and strong! Didn't even budge! He just pressed me against the elevator door and kissed the air out of me!"

"And you?"

She looked at me, all guilty.

"Oh, Gome, what could I do? There was no getting out of there, and besides... He's a really, really good kisser. All that whoring around taught him some moves. When I realized, I was already hugging him by the neck."

"Oh, Sango! How romantic!"

She bit her lower lip.

"And when was it that he gave you your new tattoos?"

"The first one was on the elevator. I managed to turn my head away and he planted one on my neck."

"And the others?

"The second one was on the hallway, after we got out of the elevator. The third was when I was leaving. He went down with me to get me a cab, and gave me this as a goodbye." She smiled.

"Oh boy! About damn time! I just couldn't stand you guys dancing around each other anymore! He looked at you like a boy staring at a toy he couldn't have."

She was about to comment when my phone started ringing.

We looked at it like it was dancing the Gangnam Style.

Inuyasha Taisho, it read on my screen.

"Let it go to voice mail. Leave him eager." Sango told me and I nodded.

It stopped ringing and it beeped.

One new voice mail.

I rushed to access it and put it on speaker.

"Yeah, I know I'm a pain in the ass, but I was just wondering if you made it home ok. You're probably sleeping by now. I just wanted to say goodnight, and maybe hear your voice before going to bed. Call me when you get this, ok? Even if it's three A.M. Goodnight."

I stared at the phone, one hand in my heart and my heart on my mouth.

"Oh, my God, Kagome." She whispered, as if he could hear us. "You put a spell on him."

"What? What spell?"

"A spell! Didn't you hear him? You can totally tell from his tone, he has a spell on him! And he just called you after the first make out section. That's rare!"

"Sango. Come on. He's not a high school kid or a frat boy. He's a grown man. Of course he called."

I picked the phone up to play it again, when it started ringing once more. We both screamed and I dropped the device on the mattress like it had burned my hand.

Same drill. We waited and them played the message he left.

"I was just wondering. Forget lunch tomorrow. I still think my dinner idea is way better. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to spend the whole day with you, it's just that I don't want you to get sick of looking of my face. And don't even think about hiding in your office again, I'll go over there and find you, or anywhere else for that matter. I'll see you tomorrow. Pick you up at your place. Sweet dreams."

"Kagome." Sango said. "You're living a Nicholas Spark novel."

"Me? You're the one getting hickeys on retail."

"Gross! Don't say that!"

"Why don't you check your voice mail? Maybe Miroku left you a message."

"Oh, no. He probably didn't, and I'll just regret giving in."

"Do you regret now?"

She thought about it, sighed and closed her eyes.

"No. I really don't."

"So come on! Get your phone!"

She ran to the living room to get her purse, and came back with it.

"You check" She handed me the Birkin I've been lusting after for a while now. "I can't bring myself to."

I opened it and fished her phone out.

"Oh my God!" I practically yelled.

"What? What is it?"

I turned the phone so she could read the screen.

29 new voice mails, it read.

Her mouth hanged open and she stared at the phone, hew brows high on her forehead.

"Now who's living the novel?"

She looked at me and her eyes told me she was as happy as a girl could be. Also surprised.

"Let's hear them!" I urged her.

She unlocked her phone and put it on speaker.

We spent the next 15 minutes listening to Miroku make a huge speech on how he wished she was there right now, how he was crazy about her, how he couldn't wait to see her again, how she was the best part of his day, how he never loved Inuyasha's birthday so much and "fuck I want to kiss you again."

Sango spent the whole time with her face hidden on a pillow. Fifteen minutes! How didn't she die?

"Oh my God. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" She repeated finally, when Miroku's voice finally ceased. "How am I gonna look at him now? I suck at this kind of things! I won't know what to do! It will be awkward and horrible!"

"You just do your thing, honey. I'm betting he won't allow you to speak next time you see each other. He'll probably want to continue from where you left off today. You know him."

And then it hit me.

"By the way... Where did you left off?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean did it stop on the hickeys or did it... progress?"

She just looked at me.

"Jesus, Sango, did you sleep with him?"

"Oh! No! No, of course not! We just took like half an hour to hang our coats on Inuyasha's closet, that's all. But no. I didn't."

She sighed.

"But maybe I should have..."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, I really wanted to. You have no idea how good he is. My head was spinning like a thousand miles an hour. It was like he knew how my body functions, he knew exactly what to do with it."

I giggled.

"And now I'm gonna have to sleep thinking about him and that Armani shirt he was wearing."

Inuyasha was wearing Armani too. Only his was a button down.

"I wonder who put a spell on who." I said, while lying down. "Us on them or the other way around?"

.:.

On the next day, Sango and I went to work together (Yeah, we had to work that Saturday). She spent the night on my place, I lent her a set of pajamas and we stopped by her place in the morning so she could go to work in her own clothes.

"You should brace yourself. Miroku is probably wandering around the office, waiting for you."

"You think so?"

"I know so. You just wait."

I looked at my reflection on the elevator mirror. A ton of make up had made it look like nobody had come near my neck. Sango's was the same.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. And my voice caught in my throat.

There he was, standing in front of us, looking all tense. His hair was a mess.

His expression was of pure joy when he looked inside the elevator car. Like he had just won the Oscar of best everything and a car full of hundred dollar bills.

It was a beautiful expression, really.

He looked very hot, either. Black jeans and a gray T Shirt that had a slight V neck, but not enough to be considered a douche-bag. Very elegant. He smelled like his Jean Paul Gaultier cologne, and I was about to drool when I realized I should probably get out.

Because it's not nice to be there when your friends start to make out.

You know. Sango and Miroku.

Who did you think I'm talking about?

So I made sure my neck makeup was still doing it's job and turned my head to Sango.

"I'll see you around, then." I gave her a slight kiss the cheek, that I honestly don't know if she noticed and walked out.

"Morning, Miroku." I offered.

"Yeah, hi." was all he offered me back. Didn't even look at me.

So I walked out. He got into the elevator and the door sealed them inside again.

He was probably taking her to the roof. Nobody goes there, because it's really windy. And Miroku can probably get the keys to the door with the security guards, because once he caught one of them having sex on the bathroom stall of the reception.

I'm so happy for them.

Walking into my office, I turned on the lights and the scenes from last night flashed before my eyes. Shaking my head, I urged them away. It would not be productive to think about Inuyasha groping me. I had work to do. Even if it was pretty hard, with his perfume still lingering on the stuff on my desk, from when he lied on top of me.

.:.

Oh, my God, I hate meetings. There are like, three people that make sense. The rest just sits there, commenting on stuff that are not at all relevant. And Sango's not even here to help me get through it, she's somewhere getting hot and heavy with Miroku.

Brilliant.

You know how some people in fashion - most people, actually - think that skin and bones is attractive and see no point in eating more than three nuts and a Gatorade the whole day?

I'm not like that. I need food. I need to smell and chew something that has been prepared in order not to pass out on the glass table of the meeting room.

By the time I do get out to eat is two in the afternoon, and I'm free to go home - Just a half day today, thank God.

"Hey" I greet my new assistant, a cute blond girl with huge green eyes. "Any messages?"

"Uh, yes. From..." She fumbled with her notes "A Mr. Taisho, who asked you call him after your meeting, and Sango. She said she won't be able to make lunch."

"Ok, thanks." I walked to get into my office, and she followed me.

"Are you ok? You look pale."

"I'm fine, thanks. Just starving." I walked in and went straight to the hanger where my purse was, ready to throw my stuff in there and walk back out to the nearest place where they sell food.

"Oh, I saw the meeting was running a little long, so I ran downstairs and got those Hell Snacks for you." She pointed to my desk.

Sure enough, there was a steaming package on top of it, and now that I noticed it, the smell was delicious.

"How in the world have I survived so long without you? Thank you so much!" I ran to my desk and unwrapped the paper bag. A delicious puff of hot steam punched me in the face and I almost cried in joy.

Those were mini balls of deep fried mash potatoes, stuffed with cheese. Delicious. I call them "Hell Snacks", because it's everything that is bad for me. All kinds of fat and cholesterol and mean things that will make me die fat and with my heart all clogged up if I ate too much. Beautiful Ann knows I like them only for emergencies, because they're fast to get and fast to eat, and I don't eat too much because I'd feel guilty, so I consume only enough to placate my hunger, saving room for a proper meal later.

I sat on my chair and plopped one in my mouth. Heaven and Hell dancing together creating a perfect explosion of taste.

"Hmm, God. These are good. Thank you."

She smiled at me and started to walk out again.

"Just because of that," I stopped her. "You can go, already. And take those boots you liked for a walk. You can bring them back Monday."

She looked at me, all surprised and eyes even bigger.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Go, go enjoy your weekend. Thanks again."

She beamed at me and hurried out. I went back to marveling on how delicious my greasy potato balls were. There was even a small bottle of orange juice to help me gulp them down.

I was chewing my third Diabolic Ball when she buzzed me on the phone.

"Yes? I thought you left."

"I was about to, but there's someone here to see you."

"Hmm?" Was all I could say with my mouth full of potato and cheese love.

"Miss Kikyou Taisho?"

Yes, I choked.

"I'm sorry. Did you say Kikyou?"

"Yes. Should I let her in?"

Holy shit. What the hell?

And Taisho? Not yet, honey. Settle down.

"Aaah, yeah, Ann. Let her in, thank you."

I finished swallowing my food, took a gulp of OJ and hid the stuff under my desk.

A few seconds later, my door opened and Ann let the Stick walk in.

She was wearing jeans and something a pregnant woman would wear as a top. Something only a pregnant woman should wear. And her shoes, Jesus. No.

She was, however, carrying a Birkin.

So. You have my man and my bag. Do you want my job too?

"Kikyou, hello! How are you?" I gestured for her to sit. She did.

"Hello, Kagome." She had her 'I hate the world' face on. Oh, fun.

"How can I help you?"

She looked at me for a few moments, and then proceeded to confuse the living shit out of me.

"Ok. I don't know how to say this without looking like a loser, so I'll just say it."

I raised my eyebrows and she continued:

"I know I'm not a model woman. I know I'm not the type of woman a man wants to marry. And well, I only think Inuyasha proposed to me because we dated in highs school, and I was still popular then. I'm one year his senior, you see." Which meant she was a good five or six years olden than me. "So he always had this crush on me. The thing is. He doesn't anymore. Have the crush, or anything else, I suspect. I saw the way he looked at you on the day of the show. And, weirdly enough, after he met you, his visits to "Sango's office" increased a lot. Yesterday, at his party, he didn't settle down until you got there. And when you didn't, he sulked. He said he was going to get more beer, only I know he went to see you. He came back all smiles, not one beer in sight. I know you talked, all he can do is smile after he talks to you. So, what I wanted to ask you is..."

Holy crap. What the fuck?

I was sitting very still until then. Did the woman really come into my fucking office to tell me her fiance is into me? What? Was she going to tell me she was getting herself out of the equation and letting me have him?

Yeah, Dream on, Higurashi.

"I'm trying to ask you something." She looked at her hands.

"Ask me... What?"

"Oh, God, this is embarrassing." She fixed her hair. "I want you to help me be more attractive to him."

Boom. That happened.

"Uhm... I beg your pardon?"

"Basically, that's it. I want you to teach me how to attract my fiance's attention."

What the fucking actual fuck, what?!

I thought about laughing evilly and screaming "NO WAY, BITCH, ARE YOU DREAMING?" on her face. Tell her she was nuts if she thought I was going to help her be hot for the guy I wanted.

If only she hadn't said the magic words.

No, she didn't say "please" or anything like that.

My fiance.

My. Fiance.

My - Stick. Fiance - Inuyasha.

Her Inuyasha. Not Kagome's. Stick's. Kikyou's.

And it was as if all the plans, all the fantasies, all the projects I had dreamed turned back to me and said "Wake up. The guy's taken. And she's sitting right there, asking you for help her win him back. Game over. You lose."

And then I saw her. Yeah, there she sat, big brown eyes staring at me, waiting for my answer.

What the fuck should I do?

"Kikyou, I confess I kind of thought you... Hated me."

"I tried to. To hate you. But all I could feel was jealous. I only thought 'Why can't I be like her?'" Fuck, what? "And I didn't see any better alternative than to come here and ask for your help."

Can you fucking believe it? I mean, can you fucking believe it?

I'm sorry I'm cursing so much, but fuck!

Ok, I get it. Inuyasha's hers. I get it now. I won't get myself between them anymore, promise. Enough now.

Nope. She was still there.

"So?" She asked, her hands twitching on her lap.

"Well, Kikyou...I wasn't expecting this, you got me by surprise, here."

"Oh, if you need some time to think, I can..." She got up and pointed to the door.

"No, no, sit down."

She sat back down and I could just see she was about to die of embarrassment.

"You see" I started. "I'm sorry, it's just, I really never thought you'd come here, let alone ask me something like that..."

She just kept her mouth shut and looked at me.

"But yeah, ok. I'll help you."

"What?", you must be thinking. But yeah, I said yes. I don't know why why the fuck I'd say yes to something like this, but I decided I'd help her get the guy I wanted so they could get married and run off towards the fucking sunset.

"Really? Oh, thank you so much! Thank you, Kagome , I don't know how to thank you."

"You're welcome."

She most definitely isn't, but whatever.

"When can we start?" She asked, all excited.

"How about Monday, or Tuesday?"

"Ok! I'll wait! I'll call you to set the details later."

"Right."

She smiled and got up. When she got to the door, she turned back to me.

"Oh, and uh... I'm sorry for what I said back in the show, about your designs. I think I was just mad Inuyasha was looking at you and not at me."

"All forgotten." I smiled at her.

She smiled back, opened the door and left.

I looked at my mashed potatoes and cheese balls. I would definitely need more of those.

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