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h4 style="padding-bottom: 5px; margin: 25px 0px 10px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 17.280000686645508px; font-size: 14.399999618530273px; color: #b6171c;"emMaître d'/em/h4
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p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Sleek black phone held carefully to her chest, Kagome scurried down the street, ignoring puddles that splashed up onto her knees. Her clothing stuck to her skin, she cursed the weather. The skies had been cloudy when she'd left the house but she had hoped the rain would hold out. Of course, with her luck, it started only minutes into her walk. The only blessing was that the café she was supposed to meet her one-time lover at was close; it was only a 15 minute walk. The rain grew progressively worse though and Kagome was hard pressed not to curse her ill-mannered luck./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"By the time she was standing across the street from the café, she was thoroughly soaked. Her hair hung meekly by her cheeks, the curls having long since fallen and she could feel her make-up running. The clothing sticking to her skin left Kagome feeling clammy, either that or the fear beating a rhythm in her heart. Biting her lip, she hesitated outside, oblivious to the rain as she took a good minute to think and second-guess herself./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"He had a right to know; not only about the baby but Rin too. Gathering the courage she'd been hoarding for the past several days since Kikyo had given her the cell phone, she hurried across the street. When she pulled open the door and stumbled in, she gave the stunned Maître d' a helpless look. "I'm meeting a friend here," she squeaked./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"The host looked at the pale, shivering mess of woman before him and clucked his tongue as he hurried forward and took her coat. "Of course, Madame. What is his name?"/p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"She faltered as he took her jacket, embarrassed at this soaked status and the rest of her less than dry apparel. Girding herself for what she was about to do, she said, "Sesshoumaru…Tashio."/p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"o.O.o/p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Word Count: 309/p
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