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Summary: They say "Money is the sixth sense that makes it possible to enjoy the other five." What would some of us do to get some satisfaction in life? Some of us would do anything to get what we want; all that we desire. AU.
Chapter Four
Complete Manual of Satisfaction
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Kagome woke up this morning with the sun shining through her window, illuminating her apartment through the spaces between the curtains. The light washing across her face brought a smile to her lips. It had been almost a month since she had moved here. Settling had become perfectly fine with her now.
She had left her apartment thirty minutes ago, her intentions set on going downtown. Her mind was dead set on running a few errands, meanwhile just making up reasons to getting out of the apartment. She wasn't turning into a hermit. What was there to do, she had no career.
So here she was walking through the crowds as she eyed inside the scattered boutiques through the glass; window shopping. She decided to stop at one particular store, the outfit on the male mannequin catching her attention. It was wearing a plain white dress shirt, with a light mint tie, covered by vertical lines of silver and black, paired with a pair of black dress pants. She studied the outfit trying to decide whether or not to enter the store.
"Oh my God."
That was all she heard as it rang loudly in her ear before someone tapped her on her shoulder. She instantly turned around to stare into dark brown eyes. The woman smiled bacl at her with intelligent eyes.
"Oh...hi? It's been such a long time." She said in realization. The woman immediately brought her into a friendly hug, before releasing her.
"Yes, it's been a long time, eight years to be exact. How have you been Kagome?" She said smiling. The situation had become a bit awkward. But she doubt the woman could tell she hadn't quite recognized her yet.
"I've been well. I just moved into town about a month ago. How about you? How are you doing?" Kagome responded, trying to help the conversation along.
"I've been great." She said raising her hand to show the large ring on her finger. "I'm married now. I live and work close by."
"Oh, that's nice to hear...any kids yet."
"Goodness no." She laughed, fanning her hand in the air. Looking at her watch she realized what time it was and looked back at Kagome. Reaching into her purse she pulled out a business card.
"Here's my number. I want you to call me sometime. I'm kind of in a hurry, so I have to go." She gave her another hug. "So call. Don't forget." With that said she walked off in a rush. Her long ponytail swaying with each step.
Looking down at the card it read Sango, and then it clicked.
Turning back to the store front she eyed the mannequin once more before walking off, deciding to come back another time. She definitely wanted to buy that tie. Plus she still had a few more errands to run. Kagome hadn't notice a pair of eyes by the counter which watched her curiously as she walked off.
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Stepping out of the bank Kagome walked out onto the sidewalk. She had to raise her hand momentarily to block out the rays from the sun; they were still at full blast. Reaching into her bag she was about to pull out her sunglasses when she heard a loud screech, instantly looking up.
A man had gotten hit by a car.
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"Asshole, didn't you see the light?" The man on the ground said as a stranger who had been passing by helped him off the ground. Giving the man a 'thanks' he began dusting off his pants, hissing under his breath. Looked around at the back he realized his pants were ruined. 'White pants were ruined,' he thought. His attention immediately turned back to the driver of the car that had just hit him. A crowd now began to form, a few whispering amongst themselves about the details of what had transpired. A couple even asked out of concern if he was sure he was alright.
The damn light was red.
He stared at the driver through the wind shield. His glare laced with loathing.
The driver at the same time pushed his head through the driver's window. "I'm sorry man. Are you alright?" The driver replied, his tone non-apologetic and slightly annoyed. "So you're good?"
He didn't find the time to respond as he picked up the bag he had been carrying off the road, continuing to cross the street. This was all the driver needed before the light hit green and he sped off. Reaching the other side of the sidewalk he checked his pockets to make sure that his wallet and phone were still there.
Looking up he was now staring into the face of the woman from the store window.
"Are you alright." Kagome asked, with a small crease in her brow.
"Fine. Drivers now a days have no common sense." He replied as he continued to stare, with that eerie glint to his eyes. He had recognized her from when she had been observing items through the store window. "We've met before." He stated.
"Have we?" She looked at him, as if trying to place his face. She herself had already recognized him!
"You're the woman from the park. Remember our little bag incident?" He said jokingly, running his hand through his hair. She was reminded then again about the incident, this time she laughed at what had happened that day, as she continued to take in his features. His long dark hair was lustrous in the sun as he pushed it back, his eyes dark and his smile was definitely bewitching. He was a handsome man.
"You know that day I was trying to get rid of you, but you wouldn't leave." Kagome said joking back. She then remembered that he had gotten hit earlier and looked down at his white pants. They were dirtied all over from his fall, and there was a handprint on the front on his left thigh.
"Do you have somewhere you have to be?" He asked. "…and no I'm not trying to get rid of you. I'd like you to have lunch with me." Kagome only stared at him in response, deciding whether to decline.
'On second thought'.
He hadn't waited for her response.
Interlocking his elbows with hers he gently pulled her along as he began to walk in the opposite direction she was headed. "I know this great spot, they make the best Chinese food." He said, looking at her. She only looked at him a little confused. 'This man. What the hell...' she thought. As they approached a crosswalk she tried to stop and draw her hand from his grip.
He had one foot in the road when he felt her stop and tried to pull away from him. He quickly put his foot back on the sidewalk and turned his head towards her. At the same time a car sped by.
"The light's green." She rolled her eyes and shook her head at him.
"Don't you trust me?" Naraku replied.
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"How's the food? Is it to your liking?" The man said as he reached for another plate of rice, and his chopsticks. "I told you it was good."
She couldn't believe the man in front of her. He had a strange craziness about him. "I can't believe you almost got me killed." He looked up at her as he placed some rice in his mouth.
"And not even ten minutes before you got hit by a car. I'm starting to think maybe that was your fault. You don't seem to know how to pay attention to street signals."
He only slid another food dish in front of her in response. They ate in silence for about fifteen minutes before he leaned back against his chair and pulled out a cigarette. Was it too cliché for him to be a smoker in today's society?
"Are you suppose to smoke in here?" She asked as he searched in his pocket for a light. He couldn't find his lighter.
" Damn, I must of lost it earlier."
He inwardly grimaced and laughed at her question. He smoked wherever he liked. He looked over to an elderly man in the corner and smiled. "Hey, Mr. Chin, gimme a light." There was a pack of matches in front of the elder man on the table. He nodded his head. Reaching for the matches he threw it toward the younger man. As he proceeded to strike the match against the box to light it the woman across from him couldn't help but become somewhat mesmerized.
After lighting his cigarette he shook the match in the air to put it out; putting the box on the table. The smoke drifted across the small table. And she found herself inhaling it needily but subtle. There was something about the way a handsome man lit a cigarette and the strong scent on his skin after a smoke. Kagome continued to stare as he got up and stretched his arms backward, his shirt tightening against his skin. She could see his skin trough the light mint colored material. His back was finely sculpted.
She could tell from staring that he had a large dark colored tattoo across his back, though she couldn't quite make out the picture. As he walked over to the counter to pay the bill she noticed how perfectly he matched, and how casual yet expensive his outfit looked. Reminding her of a certain someone.
He leaned on the counter for a few minutes making small talk at the register, while she finished the rest of her lunch.
Walking back over to the table he sat back down. She got up ready to leave, straitening out the black mini skirt she wore, and picking up her purse. Of course he watched as Kagome did all of this. While she was distracted with preparing herself to leave his eyes drank in her womanly form, his eyes traveling up her body, while cocking his head to the side. His expression became dark. Taking one last drag from his cigarette he put it out on the plate. He wanted to see her again.
"What are you doing tomorrow night?"
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Sitting up in the chair, Sesshoumaru didn't know when he had dosed off. Looking outside the window he saw that it was already quite dark outside. It was time to take his leave. It had already been four hours since he had arrived. Visiting hours were about to be over. Getting up from the small sofa chair in the corner, he had been occupying, he straitened the white polo shirt beneath his suit. Walking over to the elder man lying down in the hospital bed he picked up the piece of folded paper on the table.
The man was sleeping a good twenty hours per day. Who knew he would reach this point of his life when he had to be hooked up to life support. How degrading. His son sure as hell hadn't counted on him living this long. First his father had came to him and then the doctors had told him they would give the older man six months maximum to live.
That was three months ago.
For both their sakes, him and his dying father's, Sesshoumaru had hoped this would end sooner. For once in his life he hoped his father would live up to his word.
Looking down at his watch he saw that it was exactly eight pm. Turning around he left the room, gently closing the door behind him. He missed the flicker of aged golden eyes looking at his retreating form. The dying man only had one thought, 'My first born, Sesshoumaru,' before sad golden eyes closed once again.
Walking down the hall the residents wished him a goodnight. He did the same and walked out of the hospital building, the fresh air outside waking up his senses. His eye caught a quick glimpse of the crescent moon in the night sky. Walking over to his car in the parking lot, he got into the white Maserati instantly realizing that he had left his phone in the car. Picking up the small electronic device he had five missed calls, all from the same person, Yura. Placing his phone back down, he started the car and drove away, intent on heading home; which would be another thirty minute drive.
All he could do now was accomplish as much of a dying man's last requests he could. And if all went as expected soon enough it will be…
Game over.
fin
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End of Chapter Four. Hoped you liked it. Please Review.