10.23.02

DISCLAIMER: Sesshoumaru, Kagome and the world of Inuyasha are the creations of Takahashi Rumiko and are not owned by me.

WARNING: This fic is rated PG 13 (yes i changed it) for obvious reasons: sexual reference and provocative/graphical scenes. If you feel offended by materials as such, or you are underage or watever...PLEASE STOP HERE. Of course i'm still testing the waters at this stage, tell me what you think about so far, ne?? I want to portray Sesshoumaru as a highly sensual character, often using sexuality as a tool to get what he wants. Some of you might not be used to that in Sesshoumaru, (I'm thoroughly enjoying this 'horny bastard' however =D) so you have been warned ^_________^ On the same note, if you feel that you will not enjoy reading Sesshoumaru who's like this, PLEASE STOP HERE AS WELL. As much as i enjoy reading constructive criticisms, I do not like it much when people tell me to change a very major part of my story to suit their own likings. This is my story afterall, so please respect that = )

**Oh i feel like SUCH a bitch for doing that to Kagome!! don't worry, she'll get her rewards, soon! ^___^;;;;**


Hakuyoukai - white demon aka Sesshoumaru. This is his Yakuza nickname, in case i haven't made it clear enough =

Yakuza - literally, ya=8 ku=9 za=3. The Japanese mafia.

Oyabun - 'Father' of a Yakuza clan. The highest in command second to none.

Shinjuku - a large city in Japan which is famous for its shopping and business district.

Kabuchiko - located on the north eastern part of Shinjuku, the 'red-light district' of the area where the crime rate is one of the highest.

YAKUZA
By: cacat-angel

The main crowd in Kabuchiko consists largely of business men, filthy rich and craving for young, supple flesh and a taste of the wilder side of Tokyo. If lucky, they return home the next morning, unscathed, save perhaps for whip marks or candle burns concealed craftily beneath primp and proper suits. But make a wrong move, and the packs are on them instantly.

Call the cops, you say? Ah. If only things were as simple. Take, for instance, that highly respectable-looking gentleman with his neatly combed hair and meticulously shined shoes over there. He stands next to his Mercedes Benz, head bowed conspiratorally and talking to a man with scars and tattoos peeking out from under his collar. Notice the thick briefcases that are exchanged between them. Does this answer your question? Surely a piece of puzzle has been fit into place.

They are everywhere. Corrupt officials, bribed easily with a couple of million US dollars.

The Yakuza's network runs far and deep. If you are wise, you will leave them alone. If you are not, then may Kami be with you.

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chapter four - Nasty Thoughts

The last of the merry-making crowd stumbled out of the nightclub, wine bottle in one hand and their prey for the night in tow. Lights were flicked on, banishing shadows that had danced against the metallic walls. The sparkling globes that hanged on the high ceiling ceased their wild spinning gradually, There was silence at last, broken only by the nervous laughter of the remaining pole dancers packing to leave, or the hushed whispers of waiters who stayed behind to clear spilt alcohol and puddles of unidentifiable liquid. It was an unspoken rule amongst them, generally. If one wished to stay remain in the good books of Hakuyoukai, then by the love of Kami, be silent.

Every so often, quick glances filled with a mixture of pity, mockery and curiosity were thrown at the lone figure slouched in a corner of the stage - a metal platform lifted three feet above the ground by steel poles.

"Humph, I could have been there on stage with Hakuyoukai myself. A hell of a show we would have put on. But noooo, he had to choose some underaged, underdeveloped twit." Pause. "She probably hasn't even stripped in front of a cameraman before. But then again, I wouldn't believe that, would you."

"Of course not! Come on, you're giving way too much credit to that little slut." Sigh. "But who would have thought. And there we were, fucking our brains off just for him, only everything's staged behind the scenes. Hakuyoukai can be such a bitch."

"I don't mind. He gives an ass job like no one else." Chuckle.

Giggle. "You're probably right..."

The voices faded away, leaving an unmoving Kagome behind.

Suddenly, a rough hand clamped itself onto her shoulder and hoisted her up unceremoniously. Her head jerked backwards as she was lifted to her feet.

"What's the boss gonna do with this girlie?"

The man shrugged, his black suit rustling slightly as he leaned her against his side and tugged her towards the office. "No friggin' idea, man. He just ordered for her to be brought back to his office. She's hot though..." he grinned down at her open neckline, buttoned haphazardly to the middle.

Hikaki followed his stare and promptly salivated. "Yea...hey man, let me have a go, won't ya." He nudged Yoshi with his elbow anxiously. "Before Hakuyoukai gets here."

Yoshi smirked back at Hitaki. "A'ight, but be quick. Gotta get her back pronto, ya know."

"Yea, yea..." Hitaki muttered in response, his gaze fixated stubbornly upon the girl's delicious curves. As he curved his arm behind her back then hooked it under her armpit, and dragged her towards him, he gave her left breast a quick squeeze with his free hand. His tongue lolled out of his open mouth "Nice tits," he remarked stupidly. It was a rather fascinating discover. Common knowledge was that women who were groped at alot soon lost their firmness, just like an orange at the market.

His taller partner lifted an eyebrow knowingly.. "She's no bed warmer, this girl. Something more to her than that. Couldn't you tell...?"

Their musings were shortlived when a dark shadow loomed quite unexpectedly before them.

Hakuyoukai.

Before Hitaki could react, the leader striked, face devoid of expression as he whipped the back of his hand across Hitaki's cheek so hard the henchman's head was thrown to the side. Kagome tumbled from his loosened grip. Loosing her support, she slid to the floor and remained there, head hanging, arms limp.

"I will do the handling, if you please, Hitaki." Sesshoumaru said mildly as he bent down to take a hold of kagome's lifeless arm. Without a glance at them, he lifted kagome to her feet easily, leading her towards the heavy oak doors of his office as she tripped and stumbled after him.

Yoshi threw a surprised glance at hitaki, who was staring in disbelief after their leader and massaging his bruised jaw.

It took both of them quite awhile before they regained their wits.

"He...hit me." Hitaki uttered in quiet surprise. Yoshi rubbed his brows worriedly. "I noticed, Hitaki. Shocking huh..."

Hitaki looked back at Yoshi, the worry echoed in his eyes. Hitaki and Yoshi, the left and right-hand men of Hakuyoukai's. Had they not been there, when their young clan leader had raged that bloody war against the Shinzaki Gumi, covering his back for him all the way? Even when that useless lump of turd, Jaken, cowered in his office, settling Hakuyoukai's bills. If anyone was loyal, it was Yoshi and Hitaki. And now, he had struck one of them. For a girl, no less.

That startling revelation left the two pondering for several hours consequently.

***

Yoshi and Hitaki weren't the only ones who were startled.

The scene from just now was running and re-running itself in Sesshoumaru's head as he stood in the dimly lit office, his hands crossed against his chest.

When was the last time he had struck his followers, physically? Well there was this once, when those two idiots had carried out an assasination against his orders, their loyalty for him drowning out the single bit of sense he had thought they possessed. Their faces were scarcely recognisable for weeks to come, and they had complained about a lack of girls thereafter. Ah, Yoshi and Hitaki. Those two never held a grudge, and he appreciated it.

But aside from that?

No. And not especially for something as insignificant as this. A muscle in his jaw twitched as he frowned, for losing control, and more importantly, for not knowing why he had done that.

Sesshoumaru drew his eyes back to the still girl before him, slumped against the black leather couch. Her large blue eyes which sparkled with life when she had first arrived here, were now a pale milky colour, glazed and staring at an unknown point on the floor. Kagome. He had uttered her name when he embraced her, just now. It was an act of intimacy, forged for the sake of their audience. Pure and simple.

"Button up your shirt." His voice was soft, gentle. Yet it was to this voice that countless Yakuza answered to in fear.

She remained, unmoving. Sesshoumaru lifted an eyebrow. Was this foolish girl attempting to play games with him?

"So...you were enjoying it, weren't you." He said, a faint glimmer in his eye. He thought he saw her flinch. He pressed further, slinking closer to her crumpled figure. And he thought he saw her stiffen.

"I know your type." It was a purr that came from the deepest part of his throat. Let the seduction begin. "Your type..." he continued. "Pure, innocent, fragile." He settled himself into the couch, moulding his body so that its hard, masculine angles fit against her soft curves. But he didn't touch her, allowing only the heat of his being to seep through to her.

"But if I were to spread your legs..." A wondering finger found its way across the top of her thigh, drawing slow circles towards the inside. "Then you would scream like a bitch in heat, am I not wrong?"

He saw her rouse herself. But it wasn't enough. Suddenly, anger flared through his being, as he watched the shallow rising and falling of her chest, her vacant eyes staring blankly ahead of her. And suddenly, all that he wanted to see were her flashing eyes, filled with hope,

He bent over to her, until long silver strands of hair fell carelessly over her small face. His long, fingers reached out, then curled elegantly around her neck, thumb stroking the pale, green jugular vein that pushed against her white skin. Intense, gold eyes bore into her face, but took in nothing. He had only one thing in mind.

With a low growl, he licked her lower lip, almost enjoying its softness and fullness. His tongue probed gently against the crack between her lips, then reached in to caress the front of her teeth gently.

It came so swiftly that had he slower reflexes, he would have received a sound slap across his face. But as it were, Sesshoumaru soon found himself staring at the flashing blue eyes he had wanted to see. Except this time, those eyes were flashing with something apart from hope.

-end chapter 4-