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Chapter 7

This is not working out. Kikyou took another sip of her drink.

Yup, Inuyasha had most definitely spiked the punch.

Her totally hot date, Bankotsu had long since left the party with some slut in tow.

Well, so much for that brilliant plan, she thought bitterly.

First, Sesshoumaru had been nowhere to be seen, then Bankotsu had completely abondoned her, and now, she was half drunk. Bloody brilliant. And to top it all off, she couldn't even leave because her date had ran off with a ho. Wonderful!

Here she was, dressed to impress in form-fitting, black jeans and a hot, blood-red tank top, and there was no one around to appreciate it.

Ugh! Sickening

She took a long swallow of punch. And almost choked on it as an arm suddenly snaked its way around her waist.

"Hey sexy." The short, unbelievely ugly little man grinned up at her.

"Jaken!" She exclaimed warmly, shouting to be heard over the loud music, "How the hell are ya?"

Normally, she steered clear of him, but right now, she couldn't seem to remember why...

Jaken looked at her for a second, his eyes bright as he took in her obviously tipsy state.

"Let's dance."

Before she could reply, he was dragging her unto the crowded dance area.

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Jaken looked up at Kikyou, watching the seductive way she danced. She totally wanted him.

He pulled her closer to him, cupping her butt cheeks as he did so. She slapped his hand away but giggled none the less. It seemed funny.

Jaken smirked knowingly, Playing hard to get are we?

"I'll go get you another drink," He shouted above the music.

Kikyou barely noticed him leave, so wrapped up was she in the pulsating rhythm of the music.

And more importantly, she didn't have to think about you-know-who.

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Sesshoumaru was getting more ticked off by the second. Who the hell did Jaken think he was, grabbing Kikyou's ass like that?

He watched Jaken pick up a glass of punch from the table and head for the kitchen.

What the hell did I come down here for?

He had sworn to himself that he wouldn't go down to the party no matter what happened, but in the end he hadn't been able to resist the temptation to see her. (A thought he didn't particularly want to analyse.) He'd hoped she wouldn't be there.

But no, she'd been there all right. And with Jaken of all people, dancing so close together that it would have been difficult to fit a slip of paper between the two.

And now, seeing Jaken enter the kitchen, he had a sneaking suspicion of what he was up to.

Stay out of this, he warned himself.She means nothing to you . Nothing!

For so long he'd worked so hard at hiding all emotion, all feelings...And he wasn't going to risk it all for some stupid...infatuation.

No. She wasn't worth it. She wasn't worth it at all.

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Jaken pulled the cap off a bottle of rum and sniggered to himself.

Gonna get some tonight. Bam!

"Man, that bitch totally wants me. But, hey, there's enough of Jaken for everybody. Hell, when I'm done with her..."

He was so absorbed in his own dirty thoughts that he never heard the door behind him open.

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The door swung shut softly behind Sesshoumaru.

"Oh, Jaken," Jaken was saying, trying to mimic Kikyou's voice, "Harder, harder, fu-"

Sesshoumaru didn't need to hear anymore. In one swift move, he had crossed the kitchen, grabbed Jaken by the collar and slammed him up against the wall.

"Yo, man what the-,"Jaken was cut off as, once again, Sesshoumaru slammed him against the wall. He squealed in pain and fright. Right then, Sesshoumaru looked so fierce Jaken doubted he'd live past the night.

"Stay away from Kikyou," he said softly, his face its usual expressionless mask. But there was something in his voice- some underlying quality that put the fear of God into Jaken.

"K-Kikyou," Jaken blubbered, "Listen man, that's one sweet piece of ass. We can-we can share, you-" He was cut off abruptly by the tightening of Sesshoumaru's fingers around his neck as he hefted him up till he was at face level with him, a good foot or more.

"Stay. away. from. Kikyou." he repeated, and this time the 'thing' that was in his voice was in his eyes too. "If you ever so much as look at her ever again, I will rip your balls off, and nail them to your front door so that the whole world can see them in all their miniscule glory. Understand?"

"Y-y-yes," the little man wheezed, "Please, I -I can't breathe."

Sesshoumaru released him so abruptly that he fell to the floor; a shivering mass of nerves. He tried to pick himself up.

"And one more thing."

Jaken froze in fear, waiting to feel the pain.

"Go home and change your pants.

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And so ends another thrilling chapter (cough, cough) of-dum dum dum- Shikon High

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