12.1.02

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 PG13 for obvious reasons: sexual reference and provocative 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 = )

**gaaaahhhhh extremely short chapter . sorry, i was SO totally stuck with this one, i had to get the whole chapter off my chest before i'm able to recuperate. its not much, but PLEASE bear with me for the time being. l**


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.

Kabukicho - 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

YAKUZA

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Chapter nine: Female dog

Hakuyoukai eyed the girl who stood before him without a word. Awkwardly, she tugged down the hemline of her tiny skirt, while attempting without much subtlety to cover her chest with another arm.

"Will you quit staring and tell me how I look? There isn't a mirror in sight here..." she muttered under her breath at last. Without a word, Hakuyoukai took hold of her elbow and guided her away from the changing rooms, and towards the large, white hallway.

"Don't regret it," was his light reply.

The moment she stepped out, Kagome was desperately wishing the stilettoes she balanced precariously on, were detachable. She had a feeling Hakuyoukai, and Kikyo for that matter, were in serious need of being poked to death by the dangerous looking spike. Right then, she didn't need even a mirror anymore - the barely concealed looks of disgust and contempt tossed to her were clear enough.

The omninous sensation within her grew bigger. And she realised a little too late, that she was being made a fool of.

Standing in the middle of the screaming silence, the overwhelming sense of shame from the night before returned in full force. Suddenly, she felt as if the act she had performed, the act that had required her to stand naked before an audience of leering men, was being repeated again. Except this time, it seemed worse.

"Ugh...what, is this vulgar creature doing in here?" It was hardly a whisper, not even meant to be concealed.

"Yes, quite shameless, really...is she with that tall...man, over there?"

"I should say so. And I wouldn't be surprised if she was one of those women who - "

"Oh, hush, the two of you. Such disgraceful words should most definitely be reserved for private discussions, and not uttered in public." A third voice interrupted, and the three burst into polite titters, gloved hands covering their lips.

So how exactly was one supposed to react in a situation like this? Slap those women silly? Burst out crying and run off? Kagome really didn't know, didn't even want to know.

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Sesshoumaru lifted the corner of his lips, but his eyes remained cold as metal. He stood and waited. How she would react? Was she was a survivor, or a subsistor? Strangely, he found himself wanting to find out.

For almost a minue, she stood there, the black amongst the pristine whiteness, an impurity amongst the flawlessness.

He couldn't recognise her when she had emerged from the changing room - with loud, bawdy makeup scrawled carelessly on her face, and the tiny black leather dress which revealed more than was enough, she could almost have passed off as one of the pole dancers working for him.

His fine eyebrows creased slightly when he saw the little smile on Kikyo's face. She stood a distance apart from Kagome, adjusting a suit on a mannequin. She cocked her head and chatted lazily with an assistant at the immaculately decorated counter. The smile had vanished and her expression was icy once again, but he knew she was eyeing the girl.

So this was her doing...huh. Why wasn't he surprised.

"Hakuyoukai-san..." She was calling him. Turning, he saw her take an unsteady step towards him, then another. Whether it was because of the stilettoes, or because of her shame, he couldn't really tell.

"Hakuyoukai-san," she continued, stopping a few feet before him.

She had let her hands fall by her side, not even attempting to cover up the indecency anymore. The dress dipped low, and was especially tight at the sides, acting as a corset. He quirked an amused brow. She actually had a half decent figure.

"I don't think..." She paused and looked to the ground. "I don't think my mother would like to see me looking like this."

"Really." He shifted his weight onto one foot, crossing his arms around the grey shirt he had changed into. Was that all that she was thinking about? Then why was she looking so upset, and vulnerable? "Why is there a need to cry, if that's the case."

Kagome froze in her steps, then rubbed fiercely at her eyes with her knuckles, further smudging the garish colours on her face till it looked like an artist's water colour palette. "Cry? Says who?"

Impulsively, she bent over - revealing a generous amount of cleavage - and shoved the offending sandals of her feet. She stalked across the room over to a stunned Kikyo and promptly slapped the sandals onto the metal table of the counter with a loud thunk, noting with guilty pleasure, the momentary shock on Kikyo's impassive face. "You, can have these back, thank you very much."

Ahh, the bliss...suddenly, her poor feet felt free again. And with that, came a tingly sort of liberation. As if she weren't bound by...something, anymore.

"What do you think you're doing?" Hakuyoukai hissed, grabbing onto her elbow as he appeared by her side.

"Disgracing herself and you, that's what." Kikyo gave a hard stare at Kagome, her pale blue eyes flashing. "And in my shop. Hakuyoukai, you had better take this little snot of yours, and ouch - fucki - my finger!"

"Oops, sorry," Kagome stuck her tongue out and hurried off with a brown dress she snitched from the rack, but not before the two caught the grin on her face.

"That snot did it on purpose!" Kikyo seethed. Absently, she rubbed the bruised finger that the little bitch had bruised using the stiletto heel of a sandal.

Seesshoumaru took hold of her hand, just as she was about to move off in search of Kagome. He massaged the pale, white digit, which was slowly turning a faint blue-ish tinge. "Did she?" he mused softly. His eyes followed the slight silhouette of the girl until it disappeared into the corridor.

"There's a reason why you're keeping her around," Kikyo stated flatly. She could think of nothing else. Hakuyoukai said nothing, merely pressed his lips softly against her fingers. Kikyo felt his lips curve against her skin. What the hell was he smiling for?

"Charge the items under my account." he said lightly, and before Kikyo could ask more, he had disappeared.


-end chapter 9-

thank you all who's supported me! but this being a very disappointing chapter, i feel a little too ashamed to reply your reviews *sobz sobz*