Disclaimer – Four words – I don't own Inuyasha.

AN – So we last left off with Kagome running away (or driving) after attacking the adorable Sesshoumaru with boiling hot coffee to the face. Talk about being burned…okay I know that last joke was lame, but it's all good. Anyways, I guess yall would like to get on with the story. In this chapter all will be revealed yada yada yada…

Enjoy

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The breeze swept through Kagome's hair as she sped on the freeway; passing anyone and everyone and zipping through the lanes like a professional driver. And that was one thing Kagome definitely was not. Yesterday she could barely drive her little red Ferrari, and Kagome thanked Kami Sesshoumaru hadn't insisted on making it a clutch. But the moment she left her employer's property, twenty-seven hours ago, Kagome had only stopped three times; twice for gas and once to a liquor store.

And once that first bottle of Crown was downed, Kagome was feeling pretty damn invincible.

Now she had the volume on full blast pumping an odd mixture of techno, and International hits. As the music switched from song to song Kagome sang along switching languages every other word. The thief spoke eight different languages, some better than others, all learned on 'the job'. She spoke Korean and Mandarin excellently. She also spoke Italian with perfection because Marcello had taught it to her so young. She was very competent in English and French, and could manage in Spanish and German if necessary. She was in the process of learning Russian while living with Sesshoumaru, mainly because she had nothing better to do.

Suffice it to say she hated the Russian language.

She could never get her tongue to thicken out the right way or roll right; it was the same with German. Kagome was pretty darn sure that if for some reason she ever got stranded in Russia or Germany on a job she would be screwed.

The thief whizzed past another car, earning horns that her loud music and open windows drowned out. But she really wouldn't have cared anyway. A song by Sonohra came on the radio and the Italian music rang in Kagome's ears. She immediately veered off onto the next exit forcing another car onto the shoulder to avoid a collision. Before she was just driving around aimlessly, but something in her head was telling her to go to him. The thief began making turns through the sometimes busy, sometimes deserted streets of Japan. When she reached her destination Kagome slowed the car down and looked for the proper address of the person she was looking for.

The tall condo buildings of Japan's richest and most popular group of young people spanned the wide street on both sides sporting only the finest cars on the market. This was where anyone who was anyone in the new generation came to live in that period after moving out with their parents and before they started a family of their own.

The clubbing district was only a few blocks away, perfect for the busy, social night lives of the up and coming heirs and heiresses.

Kagome hated these people.

Kagome stole from these people.

But all that didn't really matter to her right then; she was looking for one heir in particular…someone that could give her some real answers. She zipped up to the curb and mashed the breaks. She was here.

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The doorbell rang.

After a minute or so it rang again.

And again…and than again three more times in a rapid stream of bells. The thief had never been patient, and being drunk wasn't helping any either.

Kagome sighed in annoyance. Either no one was home, or he was avoiding her. But she knew for a fact that he would never avoid her, so the thief just decided to let her self in and wait. She knew he wouldn't care; he never cared.

She stepped back and looked around at the three story condo. He had one roommate, Jakoutsu, who was never home. He was a male model forever travelling to various shows; he and Kagome happened to get along famously, although she believed it had something to do with the fact that he was gay. Kagome had always gotten along well with gay men.

Immediately Kagome picked out the open window on the third story bedroom. He really was making this too easy. Although the thief doubted he expected someone to break in from all the way up there. But he should know better.

After scanning the surrounding area and making sure no one was around to see her, Kagome began scaling the apartment building. She wasn't really worried being seen on account that it was dark out and most of the young inhabitants of the area would be occupying the bars and dance floors in the clubs a few blocks away. But she was concerned about the local police that was probably paid to do rounds every hour or so.

She reached the window and slid in through the narrow gap between the pane and the sill. The thief had been wrong in assuming it was a bedroom window when she stumbled down into a tub.

"I'm getting rusty." murmured Kagome as she stretched out her back, hearing the bones crack back into place.

She walked out the door and looked around. The top story was his, the second was Jakoutsu's, and the first was a 'community' type area, which held a large kitchen, a bathroom, and a large living area with built-in bar. Kagome wandered over to the computer and sat down in the black leather luxury chair. When she moved the mouse to clear off the screen saver, a password protection window popped onto the screen; barring anyone access with out the magic word. Not in the mood to ferret out whatever his password might be, Kagome clicked off the monitor and went to go lay down on the large king sized bed by the other wall.

As she laid back onto the amazingly soft, thick down comforter Kagome sighed in contentment. After sleeping for three days straight, she hadn't figured she would be tired; but the combination of the still pulsing alcohol through her veins and the twenty-eight hours of straight driving and loud music were taking its toll on the young woman.

She only planned on closing her eyes for a minute, but everything caught up to her, putting the dazed thief immediately to sleep.

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Kagome sat up breathing heavily and on the brink of tears and heaving. The dreams seemed to have escalated in intensity every time she went to sleep. This time she was attacked by five men, all him; all the same violent, vindictive devils that haunted her nightmares for too long.

She looked down and noticed she was under the sheets, the blankets tumbled around her. Kagome also noted that she had been stripped down to her underwear – with her jeans and tank hanging neatly on a chair.

The shower was running in the bathroom, and the steam was settling throughout the large space. Kagome got out of the bed and stretched some. The alcohol had already gone from her system, even though she had downed another bottle of Jack before reaching his place. It was hard to keep a miko drunk for long because her body naturally purified the toxins in her system. The only way for her to get drunk for any length of time was to drink very strong alcohol in large excess. Alcohol poisoning was virtually impossible.

She walked over to the wall length mirror by the bed and wiped her palm across the glass to clear the steam. The rings under eyes had cleared up, but her skin was flushed from sleep and her hair was tousled. She grabbed the brush sitting on the dresser and walked back to the mirror, bending over to get the under side of the thick onyx mane on her head.

Kagome heard a wolf-whistle and rolled her eyes, straightening out. Purely for effect she whipped her hair around, and peered over her shoulder quite seductively at the man, half-naked clad only in a towel, behind her.

"Hello Hector." She purred. Looking down, Kagome immediately noted the growing erection beneath his towel and smirked. He noticed it too, but didn't care.

"Hello, lover." The way his Italian accent rolled the word lover caused Kagome's skin to get goose bumps and a shiver to run down her spine. She could never picture herself with this man for the rest of her life, even though he desired it. She could never love him; even though he wished for it. But she could spend days on end in bed with him; not making love, but having the most mind blowing sex that people only dreamed about having someday.

Maybe she had used him…used his love for her as a release; but he never complained when she snuck over just to screw him, or when she left right after.

Poor guy…she was pretty sure he would never learn.

And the worse part was, she wasn't sure she wanted him too.

But Kagome pushed all that out of her mind and focused on the one thing she would never fail at. She turned around and switched her hips as she strode up to the dripping man before her. When she reached him, he dropped his towel, and moved to grab her around the waist but she hopped out the way and walked back to the bathroom, grabbing a toothbrush.

When she finished getting the taste of alcohol and bad breath out of her mouth; Kagome walked out of the bathroom and sighed. Lying on the bed was Hector, with his hands behind his head. His erection stood proud and she couldn't help but smirk at the pleasure it had brought her. In the package department, Hector was definitely not lacking in length or width. He smirked back at her as she slowly walked to the edge of the bed, stripping off her bra. Then she started doing a slow, sexy dance, as he watched.

Finally Hector had enough, sitting up in bed and grabbing her waist; massaging her breasts with his palms as he licked and sucked her stomach and navel. Hector pulled her down on the bed, resting her on top of him. Kagome settled, straddling him. She started kissing his neck, and then moved to begin nibbling his ear. She heard his gasp of breath and smiled. His ear was his weak spot and Kagome knew it.

Hector captured her face in his hands and began assaulting her lips with hot kisses. The intensity increased more rapidly and Hector's hands flew down to her panties, sliding them off.

After a few moments of repositioning Hector was above the miko ready to enter. He plunged into her soaking wet center, pumping in and out, amplifying the passion. Sweat poured off both of them, as they started to hit their orgasms together. Kagome came moments before him, moaning and practically vibrating with pleasure. Kagome's walls tightening during her orgasm caused Hector to come right after, growling out her name as his burst filled Kagome's already dripping wet core.

Hector rolled off his lover to lie on his back. "I love you Kagome."

"Mmhmm."

"Dammit Kagome…what do you want?"

Startled by his outburst, Kagome looked up at him. His head was propped up on his hand and he was glaring.

Glaring Hector was never a good Hector.

"What are you talking about?"

"I mean did you come here just to fuck me or did you actually want something more?"

She coughed, surprised because he usually didn't care what she wanted as long as she was around. "Hector I-"

"Don't lie to me Kagome…never to me." He said as his voice softened.

"Fine…I guess…I don't know why I came. Maybe it's because you're the only person that loves me…I needed to feel wanted." Kagome frowned. She really was shallow.

Hector sighed and rolled over on his back. "Bella…Bella Kagome…I will always love you, and I will always want you…but I can't do this anymore."

Hot tears welled up in her eyes, and Kagome didn't bother trying to wipe them away as they slowly spilled down her cheeks. "I understand…I'm a terrible person for doing this to you…oh Kami…I really don't deserve your love Hector; I never did anything to deserve it."

The man at her side wrapped her in a warm embrace, and she snuggled her head into his chest. The laid there like that as Kagome drifted off to the sound of Hector's beautiful alto singing her an Italian lullaby.

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Sesshoumaru pulled up to the curb behind the red Ferrari he'd given his employee. Inside the car was a homing device he placed on all of his cars. He'd been tracking Kagome all across Tokyo and the surrounding area for the last 32 hours and finally caught up to her after she stopped for a little over two hours in this destination.

He recognized the address instantly as one he had occupied for a few months in his younger years. The Lord hadn't stayed long simply because the concentration of snotty heiresses got on his nerves in a major way.

He stepped out of the black corvette onto the paved sidewalk. The condo before him was one of the nicest models on the block. His contacts informed him that this was the residence of a Jakoutsu Oniga and the person that had been a bee in his bonnet for the last few days – Hector Castachi.

He strutted up to the front door with all the stature and capability of a sure corporate power house. He could get through this.

Although he wasn't quite sure he could without massacring Hector first.

The fact of the matter was, he had to tell Kagome the news. It was her right to know, and the sooner she knew about it, the sooner they could get help. Time was a major concern at this point.

He rang the bell only once; Sesshoumaru wouldn't lower himself to impatience. After a few minutes he heard a lock click and the door peel slightly ajar. The man looking back at him had dark skin, dark hair, and a bare chest. He was rubbing the back of his neck as he studied Sesshoumaru.

"Who are you?" he spoke in Japanese, but the Italian accent was laced through his words. So this was Hector.

"My name is Sesshoumaru Hitachi, and I am Kagome Higurashi's employer. I know she is here, and it is very important that you let me in so I may have a word with her."

Hector raised his eyebrow at the man knocking on his door at four in the morning. 'Is this guy serious?'

"Hold on a sec." With that the door closed in the Lord's face. After getting a hold on his temper, Sesshoumaru listened as the footsteps went up the stairs, went quiet for a little while, and then came back down. Hector opened the door and behind him was Kagome. She looked hastily dressed, and the cool night air caused her nipples to harden under her tank. She whispered something to Hector in Italian and after a long look, he disappeared up the stairs.

The miko walked outside and shut the door behind her, obviously saying she didn't want him coming inside. "How did you find me here?"

Sesshoumaru glanced to the car, and Kagome immediately picked up on the implement.

"So what do you want?" She couldn't forget his assault; every moment was still vivid in her mind.

"To explain to you what happened that day in my office."

"I already know what happened. You tried to rape me, no need to explain."

"But that's the thing; I didn't." Sesshoumaru crossed his arms and took a steady stance.

"Are you trying to say I made it up?" Her skin got hot and she could feel her temper rising.

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

Kagome snapped. "I am not a liar! How dare you insinuate that I would make up such a thing…that I could make up such a thing."

"Don't you understand Kagome? That's exactly what you have been doing for the last year. Only it's now manifested into your real life, while you're still conscious."

"What are you talking about…you're insane!" She reeled on the demon, attacking him with her fists, and kicking whatever she could.

"Kagome! Kagome stop!" he grabbed her wrists, and that's when the smell hit him.

Sex.

Another man.

Sesshoumaru forced himself to maintain control. The miko was still struggling to attack.

"You tried to rape me! I was there, you were there; we argued, and than you grabbed me…and, and…" Kagome grabbed her head in pain and screamed. "What's going on?! Tell me what's going on! What's wrong with me?!" She felt like she was seeing stars, the pain was so terrible. Her ears were pounding like a thousand drums, sending wave after wave through her head until she felt like it would explode.

"You have a tumor in your brain Kagome. I'd suspected something was wrong long before, so I planned on sending Rin away so we could do the tests without scaring her. I never imagined it was as bad as this. The day you confronted me, you started screaming in pain and collapsed to the floor, hitting your head and making you unconscious. We put you in your bed and there you stayed for three days while doctor after doctor all told me the same thing. Unless we get you treated soon, you will die."

Kagome froze as she focused on what he was saying.

This couldn't be happening.

This couldn't be happening.

"What now?"

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AN – Okay, so didn't I tell you all would be revealed? I know traumatic chapter and I left it on a cliff hanger. Will Kagome really die? No one knows…well…except for me of course. R&R my readers BTW if you have any questions just email me and I will be happy to answer them. Just send me a message through FF and it will go straight to my yahoo address. Or if you wanna add me on MySpace my link is myspace. com /fxwa (without the spaces of course). So that's that – look out for the next installment of A Thief for Love…(lol totally corny I know…oh well haha)