*peeps out* Hi guys! I know it has been awhile, but I had so many things going I that I couldn't cope, and the fact that I wasn't feeling writing anymore was another. Since I didn't post any chapter last week, this is going to be a long Author's Rant.

1. I love all my reviewers, followers and those who favourite, but I have to give some love to Lady Firemane and OrihimeKurosakiInoue. Lady Firemane I know you got some issues with me on how Sesshomaru is coming off, but I can assure you that you will love Sesshomaru in the near future. And to OrihimeKurosakiInoue everytime you leave a review a smile or laugh comes to me, so thank you. Once again thank you all my readers.

2. Guest and a couple others have brought to my attention especially in Chapter 13, the numerous mistakes and for that I apologize, as said before Chapter 13 was not the original chapter, but I could not find anything else that would build the bridge between Sesshomaru and Kagome. So I do apologize for that.

I think I have said all that I wanted. Well, here is Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Complexity

"Damn," came the disgruntled snort. She should not have had that peach cobbler, with whip cream so late last night. She should know by experience that fruit dessert along with any dairy products, were not her stomach's friend at certain hours. Kagome was going to regret ever waking up this morning.

Thank God and the man who created Sundays, otherwise the whole Taisho Corporation would have a nice good morning in the form of something not even Pepcid could cure.

Returning to work the other day had been an interesting experience. Interesting to say the least, if one could count the amount of stares like some sort of exhibition, interesting that is. The stares she could handle as much as the next person but the whispers and snide snickering was a completely different story. Kagome had not been well into the elevator before she caught several curious eyes watching her every move and a couple of people she had never met, approaching her as though they were acquainted.

She had compliments on her clothes, had generous comments on her physical features and a few of the men sending winks across her way. By the time she had reached the sixth floor, her face was as red as a cherry. Some handshakes here and there to sprinkle over her already enlarging ego and soon she was feeling good about herself. Not a bad way to start off a Friday.

However, the whole experience did have her frazzled.

No, the greetings was the not the cause of her being frazzled. Not in the lest; it was the reason behind the new found attention that had her railing back, hiding in Naraku's office for nearly the whole of the day; she had even taken lunch in the same place just to be sure, she was kept safe. Naraku asked if there was a problem but naturally, Kagome did not want him worrying about her person.

From what she'd learn from Sango, who turned out to be the number one gossiper in the whole building, word had gotten around about Sesshomaru and Kagome's personal moment in the elevator, which possibly lead to them having a very close connection with each other. If only they knew how wrong, they were. However, beside the point, apparently it was theorised that because Kagome was so close to the Taisho CEO, many believed she was in tight with the daiyoukai, therefore meaning she was in the big cheese. What benefited her, would define her being able to get others in good with the Taisho - these are the reinforced words of Sango-san herself and who knew what other business that Sango kept as potential blackmail.

Still if left Kagome wondering how finding Sesshomaru in her lap…lead people…to think?

Kagome shook her head, irritated at the scary thought. No, no. No way in the world. Not in her life, would she ever find herself with that egotistical daiyoukai. The thought of loving another youkai was too much for her to bear, especially one as condescending as Sesshomaru.

She just hoped whatever memo, had the employees buzzing would wear off by Monday because she sure was not up for needing another dose of whatever was going on. A perfectly normal workday was her cup of tea.

Today for a normal day, she had two very grumpy kits settled in a buggy, pushing through each isle scouring for some much-needed groceries. Having a full supply of cereal and rice was not going to cut it and despite yet been paid, she could still manage to get a little something for the stomachs.

It was a bit cloudy today, greyish with a high chance that it might rain. So all three were sporting knitted beanies on their heads that not even a common folk brush could rectify. Kagome did not see a point in dressing up too fancily for a drowsy day so she matched the twins in a set of red hoodies and blue overalls buttoned over, each with their favourite animal seamed on the front. She just went with having a beige fleece jacket, a red long sleeve shirt underneath and blue denim skinny jeans.

No point in looking hot if it rained. Pretty much would be beside the point.

"Silly Mama Mama," Pouted a folded arm Kurama. And he had a very valid reason to be angry as he was being tugged along by a plushie styled fox leashed attached to Kagome's belt, clamped nice and tight around his chest. To the untrained eye, many would have mistaken the cute item as a book bag of the plushie fox lazily hanging in the back. However, Kurama did not care. He hated the item. It made him feel trapped; he could not go anywhere or sneak off to check those prettily stacked of cans looking like castles.

Those beautiful structured cans were exactly why he was in this predicament.

"Sorry sweetheart. I do not trust you enough. Remember what had happened the last couple of times we were here?" Kagome reached down to ensure the buckle was secured in place. "I'm not cleaning up another aisle of spilled peas."

"Me no like peas Kaa-san. Them icky," Shippo scrunched his face.

She could not protest to Shippo's statement. She ruffled the fluff of tangled ginger hair - but checked the buggy belt to make sure this one could not escape either. This little one had his mischievous moments of fun filled adventures as well; she was not going to be fool by those adorable doe like eyes. This kit had his mother moping aisle 3's chocolate section for two hours a couple of weeks ago.

"Alright now," Kagome stopped in the produce aisle, scanning over the neatly raked tomato packs wrapped in saran plastic. "What do we need at home?"

"Me want juicy Kaa-san."

"Let's do the solid foods first," Maybe she could whip up some veggie stir-fry tonight. Kagura cooked the last few nights because she was exhausted from her daily duties. Kagome titled her head - Kagura liked mixed veggies just as long as there was sort of meat in it preferably beef. Probably will leave that for tomorrow's dinner.

Nevertheless, what to make for the kits tonight? Something easy, it was Sunday after all. Thou shall rest on the seventh day as they said, and so she shall. Shippo was easy to please so Kagome had an extra leg there. Now the other kit was the problem, he only ate chicken, hot dogs, hamburgers, and miso - Wait, Miso? Now that was an easy fix. "Kurama, you want Miso tonight?"

Kurama did not answer. Kagome had not lifted her head from the select choices, having not even realising that her son had not replied to her question. Her mind was stuck between deciding on cooking string beans and chicken or maybe something else.

Butter creamed ramen with a splash of leeks and roast, and maybe a pinch of dried seaweed (Nori). Well, maybe some steamed rice and baked salmon drizzled with butter sauce. Then she would need some soy sauce to add to the salmon. That sounded pretty good.

She picked up a grapefruit and frowned in thought. What about a fruit salad for desert? Shippo loved grapes and Kurama enjoyed juicy cantaloupes.

Kagome quirked a brow at the two suddenly quiet kits. Both pairs of identical emerald eyes were giving their full attention several feet down towards something and Kagome turned her head up to see a familiar face picking over apples accompanied by two small bubble face children. The older one was dressed in khaki pants with a dark blue jumper (sweater), while the younger one was dressed in a frilly light yellow dress, cream flowered hat accented with a long bow tied ribbon and long leggings tucked inside white baby doll shoes.

"Well what do we have here?" chuckled Kagome. Kagome placed the tomato pack in the cart, much to the twin's disgust, and angled her carrier down to the father-children trio, smiling bright and welcoming.

Naraku's hand paused over plucking an apple after feeling his daughter shyly latching onto his pants leg, and feeling his son's annoyance. "In a minute you two; Daddy's busy right now."

Her stubby fingers gripped his khaki slacks tighter and his son's uneasiness grew.

Naraku sighed about the scold his daughter for being clingy, "Kanna-" until a startling show of abstract colours suddenly came into view in the form of the Higurashi family.

"Isn't this a surprise? Never thought I would see you out of a suit," smiled Kagome.

Naraku's expression etched surprised and a softer poise as he said, "This is a surprise. Meeting on our day off. Seems like fate have something in mind."

"So it would seem," Kagome chuckled and turned her sights down to the timid girl and a now curious boy. "Well, well, you too most be the famous Hakudōshi and Kanna Onigumo. I have heard so much about you guys from your Daddy." Coming around the buggy cart, and loosely dodging her son's narrowing eyes, Kagome squatted in from the tiny children taking a hold of both their hands, "Aren't you two just beautiful."

Though Kanna was shy, not even Kanna was a stranger to being complimented and appreciated such compliments. Hakudōshi was also not a stranger to being complimented and appreciated the charms of the opposite sex. Moreover, Kagome's ever-loving charisma was a virus easily spreading to all. They could not resist the bubbly giggles, snatching their hands away, Kanna returned to hiding behind her father, while Hakudōshi puffed his chest out in pride. "Thank you," they both murmured.

"You are most welcome your majesties." Kagome stood, making a curtsy, earning wave of childish chortle for her playful tease.

Both Kanna and Hakudōshi was sporting pinkish hues on their cheeks. Kanna tugged her Otou-san's pants, "Papa she have pwetty boo eyes," Hakudōshi nodded in agreement.

"That she does sweetheart." Naraku's coy beamed a causal simper not quite reaching his lips. "Very lovely eyes."

"Now, Now," Kagome blushed, as she twirled her fingers. "Stop that now. You are embarrassing me."

"No need for modesty Kagome," Naraku stated. "We're all entitled to a compliment or two to begin a pleasant meet."

Kagome let out a couple of giggles, before squatting again. "I guess you are right. I do have nice eyes don't I?" Kagome made it another round of her flawless magnetism and gently pinched Kanna's chubby cheeks and cupping Hakudōshi chin. "But nowhere near as pretty as yours my little royals." Her failure to suppress her laughter was a loss when her hands were swatted away. Hakudōshi was literally on a boyish cloud nine as he once again puffed out his chest, while Kanna let out girlish giggles as she cupped her hands over her eyes, peeking out the corner at the ever smiling, pretty stranger.

Naraku just stared at Kagome before shaking his head. He was undoubtedly positive by the time he returned home, his kids was going to having something new to bleed his ears about. "By the way Kagome, what brings you about?"

"Oh, just a little shopping for dinner tonight," she muttered on her way from the floor. "Have to find something we can all share tonight." Hopefully she will figure out something in a minute. "What about yourself?"

"Doing some bonding," Naraku bend down to pick up his bashful daughter, while motioning Hakudōshi to come closer. "Sundays belong to my beloveds here. I thought of making them a pie for dinner." His hands that had previously been picking over the apples motioned at the rows of shiny fruits. "Apple pie are their favourite, so I came to buy a few."

"You…cook?" Kagome slowly comprehended, though she believed that she heard incorrectly.

"Yes, but nothing like you see on television mind you. Just minor dishes that my children enjoy the most."

That was not the point in Kagome's book. Just the fact that Naraku cooked was what brought about an extra big smile to her face, and a mirth laughter, that left Naraku confused to the hidden joke that had escaped him.

"Have you found something amusing?" Naraku frowned, lips compressed in a thinned line.

The scowl did nothing to fade Kagome's humoured glow. She shrugged, shifting her buggy around the family, "Yes, I have. You," She chuckled. "I thought you were a typical corporate business man. Glad to know otherwise. This fits you better. Being a father I mean."

"Being a father," Naraku echoed softly. "Won't say it is my strongest skill, but I try my best to be one."

"Well, looking at your beautiful daughter and handsome son, I can say that you are doing a splendid job." Kagome confirmed running a finger through her hair. "Trust me; I know a thing or two about kids. And they couldn't be in better hands."

Naraku's lips unravelled a small bit, tilting at the sides as he studied her closely. It never ceased to amaze him that this young woman could easily dampen his stone edge persona. With one smile, he too was reduced to automatically giving some sign of welcoming, though small as it was.

"Okaa-san me hungry," Whined Shippo, patting his mother's arm.

"In a minute baby," Kagome winked, giving a small wave, "Children. What can you do?" She shook he head, "I'll see you later Naraku. If I don't get these little ones something to eat soon they'll rip me alive." Another wink was gifted specially for little Hakudōshi and Kanna, and Kagome was on her way.

The Onigumo trio remained glued to their station, watching the bright young woman walk off; occasionally throwing an affirmative to each adjacent twin that they will be fat and plump soon or other sorts of bribery that ensured they behaved for the rest of the store journey.

Naraku stayed fixated on her the entire time, perplexed and defiance of his ill-working limps, a mystery to him since they were not moving to his command. His mind said one thing, but his body refused for some reason or another - he frowned - he could not take his eyes of her. Disturbing, incredibly disconcerting to be lagging on after Kagome's steps, like some stalker, but the fault was not Naraku's to blame. The accusing factor would be place on the glued soles of his feet, refusing to allow Naraku to go about his own way.

Perhaps…Yes he knew why, 'Kagome'. Firm and audibly acute for that one person only a few feet ahead, Naraku stood his ground until his call was replied.

It succeeded; Kagome paused, looking over her shoulder. "Yes?"

The cure to his immobility was remedied. Naraku placed one foot before the other until he stood next to the half-bent miko, lazily supported on the cart bar. For a moment, Naraku worked his mouth to speak, and stopped, coming up empty. It was a mystery to himself why he'd stop the miko. Naraku didn't want - he concluded on a slow sigh, that he didn't agree with the sudden departure between them; at least, not having to see Kagome leave, not so soon. It was too soon.

"I wanted," He began and had to bottle the smile wedged on his mouth as Kagome curiously lifted a dark brow over her blue eye to urge him on. "To ask if you'd care to join myself and my children tonight for dinner. I normally make more than our fair share of meals. The extra company would help to fix that for tonight's course." A pitiful excuse, by Naraku's standards. To recite some form of plausible explanation to get Kagome to come was as immature as an eager teenager asking a girl on a date. He was a grown youkai, unable to admit that he wasn't ready for Kagome's splendour to evaporate so quickly.

"It depends," Kagome narrowed her eyes. "What are we having? I don't eat fish for the exception of salmon, neither that smelly cheese and those baby sandwiches."

"Nor do I. It does nothing to quench the palate, so count those things off the menu," Naraku affirmed. "My speciality is Chicken Alfredo; my own touches of course but I believe it'll be up to your liking." Kagome's face was intrigued as more was listed for tonight's dinner. "The apple pie will be for dessert. A romaine salad blend with my own sauce will be the appetizer until I have the main course completed. How does that sound?"

"That, sounds delightful," giggled Kagome, but the laughter was short lived when she gestured towards the twins. "These too are not much fans of pasta."

"No need to worry; Hakudōshi neither Kanna are not fond of pasta either. The siblings made a scrunched, icky face thinking of their father's noodle meals. "I'll be fixing them a separate dinner to the side. Macaroni with extra cheese and chicken tenders as their favourite, maybe the boys will find that to their liking?"

The question was irrelevant at that point. Kurama was bouncing back and forth on his feet, all because of the idea of having Mac' and cheese with chicken. He loved chicken. However, his twin wasn't feeling to cheery about having to eat that, nor was he all too thrilled when his mother kept offering those smiles to this stranger.

"Sounds like a plan," Kagome answered, sapphire meeting ruby. "Should I bring anything? Drinks, plates, forks? How should we dress?"

"Nothing but yourselves and casual wear will suffice," Naraku shifted his girl from one arm to the other, "I'll have you picked up around 6:30."

"No, no that's alright. We can -"

"It's no trouble," Naraku insisted. "I look forward to seeing you later." It ended there, no spacious void for Kagome to argue her point. Naraku spun on his heel and left Kagome gawking after his back. No good-byes necessary, what would be the point when he would see her soon enough.

Besides, the thought of hearing those two words was as vexing as seeing the miko take her leave so abruptly. A gradual fetish, Naraku would finely keep to himself. After all, this off sensation was one best not pondered over for long. It'd be gone before he blinked and moved on. But for now, he'd bask in this strange feeling until it subsided' it wasn't hindering him from doing something he didn't feel uncomfortable with anyway.

Several paces down, Naraku stopped to glance over his shoulder one final time to catch Kagome leaving the store and turned to his little ones, "Well you two, it appears we'll be having more than our usual Sunday guests for dinner tonight." He just hoped that the meal date would turn out fine…

Despite the extra company, Naraku failed to mention.

XXX

Kagome struggled with the idea of matching solid red with off white crop jeans and eliminated that idea just as soon as she saw the results in the mirror. The only thing she'd accomplished in three hours was getting her and the twins cleaned up but that was it. Literally, that was it. The twins were sitting on her butt naked, with their hairs combed and brushed to flawless shine but what good was that when their bare bottoms were open for view?

"Kagome I swear you are a lost cause," said the muffed growl from inside her closet. Kagura soon emerged with a pile of clothes from sundresses, to jeans to different tops, skirts and shoes. "What kind of person invites you to dinner at the last minute anyways?"

"The kind that is offering to cook it," Kagome fidgeted for the seventh time with a yellow shirt and discard that in the ugly pile. "Damn it." This was ridiculous. She'd never had to scrutinize over what to wear before. What did Naraku consider causal anyways? His sense of casual was a mountain's size different from what Kagome would take as casual.

"Here, try these." Kagura flopped on bed with the nude kids, and handed the clothes to her best friend. "So who's this guy anyways?"

Kagome lifted the shirt over her head and tried on the clothes that Kagura picked out. "Naraku Onigumo. My boss remember? You saw him a few times at Sweet Sensation's." No, this one looked ridiculous as well.

"Oh right, that sexy one with those blood red eyes," Kagura sat up, crossing her legs Indian style. "So this is basically a date then, is that why you are so flustered?"

Kagome rolled her eyes at the reflected Kagura, lazing about on her bed. "No it is not. That is beside the point. I can't go out looking homeless." The skirt was in consideration with light interest but haplessly tossed away as well.

"If you say so," Kagura turned on her side and accidentally smacked, face first, into a plump of bubble butts, which were doing somersaults and settling just fine in place. Kagura could not believe she had just kiss toddlers' behind. "Gah," she rolled over, swatting her face from the flowery baby powder and sighed. "I'll get these guys something to wear too."

"Thank you." Kagome twirling around in the mirror, liking the outfit that was on, a long sleeve white cotton shirt tucked inside of a pair of khaki bowknot harem pants in the other, with a pair of Bebo Beige Suedette High block heels on her feet. Funny how Kagura had a knack for knowing what would look good in. Her hair pulled into a high bun with her bangs twirled at the ends. Her make-up was simple and clean, with ruby red lips. The whole look was topped off with a gold plated bracelet and a black clutch bag.

She differently loved this look.

Kagura returned with the kits fully clothed. Kurama was wearing a bright red turtleneck and black jeans and his younger twin wearing a cream turtleneck and blue jeans, each carrying their favourite teddy under their armpits. "You ready yet?"

"I think so," murmured Kagome.

Kagura found a place on the edge of Kagome's bed, reflecting a scowled glare in the glass.

After a final inspection and satisfied with the way she looked, Kagome straightened out her outfit and checked the twins' wear as well, fixing a strand or two of hair out of place.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Right on schedule. "Ok, we are out of here. Keep the place intact for me." Kagome grabbed their coats, heading out.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Kagura flopped backwards, cupping both hands behind her head - then she shot up to yell, "Make sure to bring back a doggie bag!"

"Ok!" Kagome pried open her front door, coming face to face with a man that looked like the reality version of Alfred. Full white moustache and upturned nose to boot. She wondered where Batman was.

"Onigumo-sama has requested your presence for dinner tonight ma'am. Please follow me." The neatly pressed man bowed at the way and a swipe of his hand had the family filing out the door.

"Alright you two, tell Kagura bye-bye."

"Bye Auntie!" The twins echoed loudly.

Kagome turned to inject her key in the lock but not before throwing over her shoulder, "You better not rob me!"

"Bite me!" Kagura shot back.

Kagome chuckled and shut the door. Her place had better be the way she left it when she came back she knew that much. However, all thoughts of chaotic homes aside, she was really looking forward to this.

XXX

The ride over was an experience in itself. An entertaining adventure for the twins as it was with Sesshomaru's limousine but in this one, Kagome couldn't contain her inner five year old from experimenting with every illuminated button inside this spotless Rolls Royce. The sterling leathery seats were heated exactly to fit their need for warmth because of the suspended chill blanketing outside.

After a time of examining all she could in the stylish vehicle, and the flows of ohhs and awes from the twins, Kagome switched her gaze out the tinted glass since they'd been riding for a while. This part of town was unfamiliar to her; more spacious and out there. The houses were bigger but every so many metres apart. The car took a left uphill, off the main road where less of the houses were but the larger they became. The path wasn't paved with asphalt like the main road but well cemented bricks, that had to be either been done extremely well or this car was riding on some good tires because Kagome couldn't feel a single bump.

Moreover, that is when she saw it, looming bright and fairytale-like in the distance. Grand and magnificent to behold, as The Higurashi's travelled past manicured shrubbery, there appearing was a two story solid creamed Victorian abode, classy and elegant as its relative era.

The car circled around in the front of the home and the driver hopped out to open the doors for the family. It was then Kagome found himself stuck in a star struck spectrum as stunning as when she had seen Sesshomaru's home. It seemed no matter how high she looked up; the house didn't have an ending. It touched the sky. There were stairwells on the outer sides of the mansion and a circling veranda jutted out on either end, with floral decorations dangling from a hook.

Kagome whistled quietly, "Oh My God." She was pulled out of her marvel of the splendour home when a smooth chortle grabbed her mind.

"I'm starting to think you have a fetish for being out in the dark miko."

Kagome blinked. Blinked. Blinked. This had to be a joke, some delusional crack, as she wasn't looking at Sesshomaru lying against a wooden pillar with his hands in his pockets. She wasn't seeing Sesshomaru at ease in a high-collared black polo shirt and khaki slacks with his silver hair in a high ponytail, which accentuated his demon markings. She wasn't seeing that egotistical daiyoukai eyebrow going up. No, this couldn't be the same youkai…at Naraku's house?

"What are you going here?" Was all Kagome could muster up, stuck in a stupor.

Here cued the signature Sesshomaru brow arch, "I was invited same as you." Sesshomaru stared at her a moment longer, giving a subtle once over before shoving off the pole to walk inside. "Come in before you give the pups a cold, miko."

Kagome hung back, before Shippo's excitement dragged them all inside the exquisitely designer house. The interior was just as well kept as the outward setting, though more furnishings were spread out around. Dark blue half couches and love seats were placed horizontal each other -

"Oomph," Kagome nearly stumbled over when something tiny suddenly latched onto her right leg and looked down to see Rin's face smashed into her pants knee. Her baby bottom plopped in place on Kagome's heels and she peered up, with a small cheerful smile. Kagome giggle at Rin's face, quite surprise to see Rin's reaction to seeing her. "Hey, sweetheart." Rin's face vanished back into the cozy leg warmer.

Naraku came out of the kitchen, untying his apron. The top of his button up shirt had the top three undone, and his hair hung lamely braided over his shoulder. "Kagome, you are made it." He came out, kissing her on both of her cheeks and gestured to take her and the children's coats.

"I have it." Sesshomaru beat him to it already posturing herself behind Kagome to ease the leather cloak off his shoulders.

Naraku paused a minute sparing a switched glance between them before, reaching out to take the twins out of their coats, slinging them over his arm. He led the small group to the down stepped portion of his entertainment room, swiping his hand for them to take a seat. He returned with a silver platter and Hakudōshi and Kanna close behind with small cups of team and grape juice for the children. "Dinner will be ready shortly. Tea?"

"Thank you."

Everyone was given a cup and that was where it ended. Conversation died, the children felt awkward being near two girls, and the adults were busy looking everywhere else but at each other. Kagome stared at every wonderful piece of material stylish laid out in the place, wishing to figure up something he could use to break the silence. "You have a nice home Naraku."

Naraku appreciated the attempt, since he was stomped as to what to converse on as well. "Why thank you. I do what I can."

Sesshomaru crossed his ankles, propping his elbow on the armrest, watching the miko's childish naivety in every little thing that twinkled or sparkled a colourful glow.

"Thank you for coming Kagome, though I apologize for the short notice. I hadn't thought to ask if you had other plans already."

"No problem, glad I could come," Kagome cut off when she cast an unwanted sneer at the extra company. "But I am surprise to see you here. What's the matter don't have anywhere else to go?"

Sesshomaru shifted his shoulders, making a show of getting comfortable, "None of your business." He grunted.

"Sesshomaru comes over whenever he can on Sundays from time to time. Though I hadn't expected it cause a fuss…" The last piece chipped off silently as Naraku sipped his tea, eyeing the two's intensified glares over the rim and contemplated that he was missing something here.

Sesshomaru snapped the stare down away, and Kagome did the same both unknowingly scooting as far away as they could get from the other.

Naraku chuckled giving a light shrug degrading the tension as being nothing he should concern himself with. Whatever problem they had towards the other was no business of his. He'd gotten what he wanted…

His eyes languidly gazed over to Kagome's upturned face and slowly over the expose skin of her neck and down to the tight material that was stretched over bountiful breasts - Naraku suddenly stood. Damn what has gotten into him? "I need more tea…" Yes, that is what he needed.

More tea. Iced tea preferably. He felt a little…warm?

TBC: This chapter was exhausting to write. No this chapter is dedicated to those undercover NarakuXKagome fans. I'm definitely excited for chapter 15, where SesshomaruXKagome interacts. Review guys!