Author's note: Thank you for all of your reviews, they are my inspiration. I'm a college student now, and as I was reading over the story from the first chapter, I noticed a plethora of mistakes. So, I'll be spending this week correcting it. In addition, since I've been starting reading fanfics again, I noticed how noticeably short my chapters are. So, I'll try to make my chapters longer! Super sorry for making you wait, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

On The Other Side

Dinner

Kagome

"Sango, it's only been one week since that faux doctor incident. Why must I go through another ultrasound?" I groaned. I always hated people touching me, especially if they're rubbing ultrasound cream on my belly. Hopefully, my stomach won't blow up soon. If it did, I would be under suspicion, and be labeled a "floozy" in school. Looking up at the ceiling, the nurse continued to rub cream onto my stomach. Craning my neck to look at the clock on the wall, I read it sideways. It was now 11 o' clock, if I was at the office, I would be recovering files and checking Facebook. Not that I hate my job, but since I came into the office, Naraku has been more lenient on letting woman into his business. Eri has already gotten a promotion, and Yura received a salary boost. Whereas I, the first female employer in the financial analyst department, receives a bitchy cubical neighbor.

"The baby is fine, however due to the shock you had last week you should rest Mrs. Higurashi." Mrs. Higurashi? "Our offices will be contacting your husband about the health of you and your baby. A progress report will be sent to your home."

Flabbergasted, I shook my head. "Woah woah, we don't need all that." The bastard refused to even raise the child. "I can come pick up the progress report myself in about a week. You don't need to contact Sesshoumaru."

"Mr. Taisho personally called and asked us to contact him with a follow up whenever you came in for a visit. Please understand that it is our job to follow the instructions of the parents of the baby." I couldn't help but smile knowing that the douchebag maybe cared for the baby.

Walking out of the health clinic with a sigh, I was more than happy to hear that the child is safe. Now all I have to do is wait a couple of months until it pops out, then hopefully I can sever all ties with the high almighty Sesshoumaru Taisho. I then felt my jacket pocket vibrating. Rapidly fumbling to flip the piece of technology open, I realized it was from my mother from the caller ID. "Mom?" I answered with a quizzical look.

"Oh honey! I'm so glad you picked up. You know, you never pick up the phone now-a-days. I called you three times yesterday, and it went straight to voicemail." She continued to babble on, questioning about my health and so on. And people wonder why I moved out of the house years ago. "So, it's January and you youngsters are all off to college, and didn't come home for the new years." She pretended to sob.

"Mom, I know I sent you a new year's card, remember? I also called two times." I tried to reassure her that one day I'll come back without her giving me a call.

To my relief, her faux tears stopped pouring. "Alrighty, so I'll see you in a week? Make sure to book your flight back to Japan soon. Souta is bringing his girlfriend, and Kikyo will be coming too. I heard that she has an amazing boyfriend from your aunt. Grandma Kaede will be super excited to see you. No worries about the single thing, being single at your age is perfectly normal! I'll see you soon, bye honey. Love you!" Even my mother knew I was single, however how am I going to tell her about the child?

"Oh hey mom, I'm still single but I got knocked up one day and now I have the baby of a big business man!" I tried to imagine the scenario in my head. That's not going to work. Suddenly, my phone started to vibrate once again. The word bitch appeared in big bold letters on the caller ID. "Hello?" I groaned.

"Why Kagome, it's so nice to hear you again" Kikyo laughed over the other line. "So, I'm assuming aunty told you about the family reunion dinner? I'm so excited. But of course, I'm most excited about seeing how you're doing now. Are you still working at that small company?"

I gritted my teeth. "No, I'm working at Youkai Corp."

"Oh my Youkai Corp? That's rank 6th in the corporate business world. Did you sleep your way through?"

"Like what you did to get admissions at Yale? Oh no, I wouldn't want to steal your grand tactics."

A grunt came from her side of the phone. "Well then, I'm happy to let you know that I'm now engaged to a fine businessman. He's from Ookami Incorporated. You know, that's rank number 4."

"Yup, that's great. I got to go, business meeting" I cracked a laugh. "Well, I'll be bringing my boyfriend. Hope to see you there. Bye!" I closed my phone quickly. Now, all I had to do is convince Sesshoumaru Taisho to be my boyfriend for a week.

Sesshoumaru

"Your what?" I arched an eyebrow. Sitting on the new leather couches Izayoi purchased months ago, I would never imagine to see Kagome Higurashi making me dinner. "Sorry, you're a commoner. I do not go out with commoners." The smell of amateur stir fry and roasted potatoes filled my living room. "Please open the vent, if you're going to be my personal chef, at least know how to do that. My couch and clothes will absorb the smell of your poor cooking." I took another sip of my coffee and flipped through the New York Times.

"Sesshoumaru!" I heard her high pitched voice calling out to me at the lobby. People stopped and stared at us, especially my female employees. Quickening my pace, I walked over to her, hoping she would not say another word. "So, I was hoping I can make you dinner tonight." I examined her clothing, she wore a simple jacket and jeans. Her converses were covered with dirt and other specimen one would find in the ground.

"If you're trying to get rid of me quickly, I would put aside the food poisoning act." Keeping my stoic personality, I pushed her to the side hoping people would not see me interacting with her. The whispers grew louder. "Ah fine, I'll be home by 9PM, I expect dinner to be ready by then. Here." Taking out my leather wallet, I pulled out a 50 dollar bill. "You shouldn't walk, take a taxi instead. I'm going to go first." I retorted. By the time I got back to my apartment, I figured Miroku gave her a spare key to our apartment as well. As I expected, dinner wasn't ready and my apartment was filled with steam.

"Oh you're back!" She quickly grabbed my jacket. "Sit, dinner will be served soon." She put her hands on my shoulders, pushing me to the couch. After hanging my jacket up in my closet, she came back out to the living room.

"What do you want?" I asked, sipping my coffee.

"I can't do this to be nice?" She frowned. "Okay fine, I'll tell you…so I kind of have a favor to ask you"

I should have never agreed to dinner.

She pouted and turned on the ventilator. "Oh come on, getting me pregnant isn't a good enough reason to help me do this for one week?" Her voice echoed from the kitchen.

"This would have happened to you anyway. You got lucky and ended up with my child." I retorted, my eyes fixed on the current scandal revolving a new company that emerged a couple weeks ago.

"I almost got raped by a fake doctor." Her voice filled with anger now. I could tell she was trying not to blow up. Then again, with her patience, a child would have more maturity than her.

"And I saved you." Folding the newspaper back neatly, I got up and walked over to the sleek titanium table Izayoi ordered. The four legs that supported it was painted black, where as the surface of the table was made out of glass. Two dishes were already placed on the table, a vegetable stir fry and sautéed salmon. I hate fish.

'I love to eat salmon because it contains lots of nutrients, and I rarely eat it now, because of how expensive it is.' I recalled her telling me this at the bar, while she was drunk on the day we involved ourselves in coitus. Watching her holding a casserole dish with Chicken Marsala inside, I sat down. The presentations of the dishes were poor and so were the color of the vegetables. She added the salt before the sugar. From the smell of the potatoes, they were a bit burnt. She forgot to boil the potatoes before inserting them in the oven.

Taking my first bite into the potatoes, her eyes lit up and her mouth opened slightly. Due to the proper etiquette my butlers taught me, I forced myself to chew it a couple more times before swallowing. I peered down at my plate, only two more potatoes to go. Looking up, I realized she was still staring at me. Her fork sat silently next to her plate. "They do sell close ups of me at the mall you know."

She blew her bangs away from her face and crossed her arms. "I spent so much time on this dinner, could I at least have some feedback?" Her arms remained crossed.

I simply stated. "It's terrible." I couldn't help but smirk when she bit her lip. I knew she wanted to smite me. "I need a soda to wash this down. You know, you can finish this all by yourself. And for the record, I hate fish." After getting my soda, I walked back to the dining room table. There was Kagome, her hazel eyes stared at him with anger.

"I blew half of this month's pay check on this dinner; at least you could say it was just alright. I know you have famous French chefs cooking for you, so I'm sorry for even attempting to make you a homemade dinner." She mumbled, shoving me to the side while picking up her purse from the couch. The front door slammed open as her footsteps made it down to the lobby. It was not my idea to make dinner, I reassured myself. After finishing my soft drink, I threw it in the trash; only to find the receipt. Then it hit me she bought the ingredients from an upscale restaurant by midtown. So that's what she meant, she knew I was used to high quality ingredients.

Kagome

That bastard, I could have used that money to pay for my trip to Japan. Now, I have to work overtime in order to fork up another three hundred dollars. I even forgot the cupcakes I bought from some expensive café inside his fridge. I sighed, slinging my purse on my bed. I could have used that time to correct my senior thesis, too. Now I'll be going to the family reunion, with a child and without a boyfriend. Once again, everyone will praise Kikyo the Great. My stomach suddenly grumbled, matching the loudness of the fire trucks that roamed outside. Making my daily run to the kitchen for a midnight snack, I peered inside the fridge. Leftover chicken, salad dressing, no lettuce, leftover pizza, and a loaf of white bread. Deciding on a chicken sandwich, I quickly warmed up the chicken in the microwave and waited for the machine to beep.

The door suddenly unlocked itself. "I'm home!" Sango cried, holding designer bags in her hands. I knew she was shopping again, this time Miroku appeared next to her, holding even more bags. "Oh Kags, you should have seen the amazing deals!" She squealed.

"Oh yeah, you mean 5% off a two-hundred dollar sweater?" Totally." I cracked a smile. "You even dragged poor Miroku along, how could you!" I gasped, helping her settle the bags on the floor.

"Hey Kagome, it wasn't that bad. I know the difference between off-white and crème white" Miroku chuckled. "Well I'll be off now, good night." He gave Sango a quick kiss. I closed my eyes. Childish, yes; but at least it'll save me from self reflecting and thinking about how pathetic I am.

Digging into the huge pile of bags, Sango pulled out a sheer cardigan. "I bought this for you!" She stressed on the 'ou' part. This is why I hated her shopping days, she digs me a bigger hole and buries me in debt. Then again, the cardigan would go great with the pair of shoes she bought me last week. My imagination ran wild, and made the cardigan look even more tempting. Shaking my head, I put my both of my palms out. "No, you are not giving this to me."

"Of course not!" I sighed in relief. "I knew your annual family reunion is coming up, and so you have to out dress that witch Kikyo. And please, no need to thank me." A triumphant smile suddenly plastered across her face. "I bought you four new outfits." I almost blacked out.

"Woah there, I do not have enough money to pay you back." My hands were now on my hips, hoping she knew that I was serious.

Sango slid the cardigan on me, pushing me into my room in front of the mirror. "You look adorable, now…" Adorable wasn't the word I expected to hear. "You should wear a crème white tank top under. Make sure it has a bit of floral designs so it brings out your femininity. I think you should bring Sesshoumaru along to your family weekend. You know, to show him off and all. Your parents would be so proud of you."

"Well I kind of tried, but he blew me off. I even made him dinner." Her jaw dropped. She knew I don't even cook for myself. My diet consisted of wraps and sandwiches and of course ordering out.

"Well it's okay, it couldn't get any worse than this." Sango patted me on the back, I then thought about how Kikyo would react.

"Sango, you're wrong; I saw her naked. It couldn't get worse than that." I heard a masculine voice coming from my front door. There stood Sesshoumaru in a T-shirt and sweatpants, his hair was slightly damp from his shower; his shirt hugged his biceps and abs. He even looks hot in casual clothes, go figure.

"What are you doing here?" I frowned, hoping my death glare will make him disappear from my doorway. Not saying a word, he dropped the bag he was holding and closed the door. Then, I could hear my living room door close. I swear that guy is like a puzzle. Unlike a regular puzzle, a couple of pieces are missing, and so it's impossible to solve. "What in the world…" I mumbled, carrying the bag back to my bed. Peering inside the bag, I found my Tupperware, and to my surprise, it had food inside.

"Read the note first!" Sango squealed in delight.

Gently pealing the tape off of the envelope, I took the letter out. As expected his handwriting was neat and crisp. All i's were dotted and t's crossed. Each letter had equal spacing and the size of the letters were all the same. The quality of the paper looked expensive for it was thick and smooth.

Dear Wench,

This is how you make gourmet food.

Sesshoumaru

A smile formed as my eyes were glued to the letter. I could smell the aroma of the vegetables the second Sango opened the first container. "Who knew he can cook." Sango's eyes widened, placing the containers of food back into the bag and setting it up in the kitchen. "I'm going to set the table up for dinner, I'm starving!" Making her way down the hallway, she laughed in amusement.

Tossing the envelope to the side, another note slid out. This time, it was a copy of first class seats to Japan. My chair felt cool as I sat down, and opened my drawers to place the note inside. Looking up, there was a note plastered on Sesshoumaru's window that said 'You owe me'. I couldn't help but smile.

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