12.12.02

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 liking. This is my story afterall, so please respect that = )

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.

Irezumi - A Japanese style tattoo. It is a beautiful form of art, treated with great reverence, and is considered a 'trademark' for the Yakuza.

Kuso - Cuss word.

Kami - the gods/spirits that the Japanese pray to.

Kamioni Gumi - God ghost clan.

Tatami mat - In the Japanese home, tatami mats are used as a surface for sitting, sleeping and walking.

YAKUZA
By: cacat-angel

He, the Oyabun, is the Father. The God.

This is an age-old rule, a tradition, the very pillar which the Yakuza and, arguably, even the Japanese Society was built upon. And so it is, that many covet this prized position, a role that countless people would willingly lay their heads for.

To be Oyabun of a mighty Clan, would mean a seat surpassed only by top government posts.

Yamamoto is one such powerhouse, clan leader of the mighty Kamioni Gumi.

And another in recent years, they say, is a new emerging generation of young Yakuza. Blond, green even blue headed youth, unorthodox in their new-age ways, ferocious, dauntless fighters who do not fear even death itself. Above all else, they are fiercely loyal to their Oyabun - Hakuyoukai, a mysterious man who exploded into the Yakuza scene barely five years ago, forging a near invincible Clan of his own in Kabukicho.

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Chapter ten: An agreement

"Hakuyoukai you little bastard, I'm gonna beat the living crap outta you!" Inuyasha screamed.

Gripping the metal rod tightly, he slammed it violently from side to side, eyes filled with an intense hatred. The frantic cries of his victim fell deaf to his ears as he pummeled the wrenching body with deadly precision. "Kuso! So you think you're still gonna mess with Inuyasha's property in the future, eh! How's your puny little Yakuza clan gonna help you now, huh?!"

Finally, he cupped his palms together and focused intently on the raging ki force within his body, channeling the powerful surge of energy until it began a steady flow towards his hands. With a mighty roar, he unleashed the pent up blast onto his opponent -

"Ouch damnit Inuyasha!"

Panting madly, Inuyasha released the rod from its grip and collapsed. It swiveled uselessly, its once sturdy form now bent and dented at the sides.

Around him, many pairs of eyes blinked.

A heavy silence fell upon the arcade, a silence even the booming music and special effects sounds from the videogame machines could not conceal. Then, as if such battle cries were commonplace, the unruffled audience turned their attention back to the glowing screens before them, where exotic worlds filled with impossibly muscular men and over-endowed women fought against each other, and driving a Ferrari was a mere token away.

"Must you always announce my defeat with such enthusiasm," Souta muttered, slotting another silver token into the narrow metallic slit. His ears were still ringing, no thanks to Inuyasha.

"Save your triumph calls for the real deal 'kay, big guy. No matter how I look, Ryu does not have long white hair and freaking yellow eyes. And neither does Ken have black dreads for that matter." He gave his disgruntled friend a loud thump on the back.

Inuyasha folded his arms and slouched over, perched atop the rickety grey chair, its plastic peeled and worn. He flashed Souta an annoyed stare from the corner of his narrowed gold eyes. "So tell me. Why the hell are we still stuck here, playing video games, when we could have been kicking Yakuza ass!"

"Just be patient, 'aight Inu?" Souta clucked absently, twirling the controller within his bony fingers. Damn if he'd let that dog-boy beat him at another round of Streetfighters. "I've got a certain someone who's meeting us later, didn't I tell you already? Someone who's gonna be very useful to us..."

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"She couldn't possibly have done it on purpose, could she? Why...would she do that to me?" Kagome mumbled under her breath. She wasn't actually afraid Hakuyoukai would overhear her. Rather, it was purely a matter of courtesy - drilled firmly but gently by her mother since childhood. And she wasn't about to abandon those valuable lessons taught to her, just because she was running with the 'big boys' now, so to speak.

Assuming that this Kikyo was Hakuyoukai's business partner, girlfriend, or maybe even his...wife...Nah! Why would an obnoxious, arrogant - dare she say the word - bastard - there, wasn't that bad was it - like Hakuyoukai, have a wife as beautiful as her? Ok. Now she was getting all muddle headed...did she, or did she not consider Kikyo as a foe? Her delicate dark brows formed creases as she chewed lightly on her lip, sucking on it unconsciously.

Her bare feet trod carefully above the grey, uneven sidewalk. She had grown rather accustomed to the scratchiness - as well as the stares from people who walked past - thankful that the weather was cool, even close to chilly. But whatever it was, the ground hadn't been scorched by the heat of the sun. She had burnt her feet that way before, stomping around barefooted at the cheerful coastal resorts she used to visit with her mother and Souta.

Oh darn it...I need to get back home soon!

Even then, her thoughts were already float hazily back to memories from long ago - only to be interrupted by a rough grip on her arm.

"Ouch. What was that for?" Kagome squeaked, not before she jumped a few inches off the ground.

Hakuyoukai merely gazed back at her, eyes as cool as a summer lake. Why does he have the habit of staring at me? Kagome blushed. She seemed to be blushing alot whenever she was around him.

"Watch your step," he commented finally, gesturing with his chin. Kagome looked down and realized that she was standing before a steely green bench, dangerously close to poking her in the pelvis. With an almost elegant grunt, he released his hold on her. He moved his tall frame aside and stepped forward without so much as a glance back to see if she was following.

The man did it alot, and it was really starting to eat at her. A few strands of coal black hair tickled her face, the the cool summer breeze blowing gentle kisses at her. But inside, she was actually rather heated up.

Her delicate features seemed to bunch together, her nails creating little crescent dents in the pink palms. The twin angel and devil inside of her were competing furiously for their own breeding grounds.

Sure, Hakuyoukai was her employer, and a rather...she felt the prickling of a stray and unwanted thought and forced it out of her head - it was a thought which irked her very much. But what had he caused her, but humiliation and disgrace? In barely a day, a night even, she had been shown a side of life she had never expected to be seeing, not even in her wildest imagination.

Her mind found itself weaving images from yesterday, images of the black smoky rooms with their wild flashing lights, the never-ending banter of the emcee as he blasted waves after waves of pounding music, blending in with the background laughter and calls, the strong and seductive pole dancers with their night prowler stance. Yes. In an extremely skewered and warped sense of the word, she felt just the tiniest rush of excitement...

Dark, underground, forbidden. The words which had been the exact opposite of her existence just hours ago. Just like him...

With that sudden thought, she found her eyes flitting towards the long, lean figure walking ahead of her. In the bright sunshine, his impossibly silver hair was tinted with yellow, floating loosely in the wind. He walked with a dangerous swagger, she realized. Radiating a dark sort of confidence, arrogance even. As if he owned the ground that he walked on. She noticed with mild surprise, the way passers-by seemed to stare at him, parting instinctively. She hadn't noticed he was this eye-catching before. She swallowed hard.

Don't be distracted by his looks, the angel - or was it the devil - warned. Remember how he's been treating you...

I don't know...it's exhausting...and I don't really like bearing grudges you know...She yawned. The scraps of adrenaline which had fed her energy were starting to wane, and the fatigue was beginning to take over. Picking up her pace, she trotted up to Hakuyoukai and tugged on his sleeve. "Hakuyoukai-san...I know this sounds a little rude, but I do have another small request..."

He pulled his sleeve out of her grip. "Don't ask if you find it rude then."

Kagome hurried on at his side undeterred, taking two quick steps to match his one long stride. She was actually finding herself used to his jaded remarks - it wasn't as impossible as it sounded. She puffed with the slight effort. "Where are we going now? To see my mother? You know...I haven't slept for a night already...do I get to rest at home, or must will you be providing my accommodations?"

He remained silent.

"Stop that prattling."

"And speaking of accommodations...we should be...be discussing my schedule shouldn't we? I mean...the programmes..." She blushed. "That you must have arranged for me and such. I'm still fuzzy as to what I'll be doing, perhaps I could get prepared if...if I have more information on - "

He stopped abruptly and whipped around to face her. She stopped, her teeth shutting with a click.

"So-sorry - mmf!" Her apology was muffled by the sudden pressure on her lips. Her eyes widened with growing horror as her lips were trapped by his. Forcefully, he cupped the back of her head, his other arm an iron grip around her waist, pulling her harshly against his hard length.

As he ravaged her trembling lip petals, he savored the sweetness of her lips. She tasted of...innocence. Bashful, shy. And even in her desperate attempt to free herself, he could sense her eagerness. It was faint, so faint he could have missed it. The slight relenting of her parted lips, the soft moans that escaped from within her slender throat.

His lips curved slightly against hers and he murmured against her softness. "I told you to stop didn't I. I, Hakuyoukai, am not fond of excess noise. Let this be a warning, and the very first ground rule, between the two of us."

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"Yamamoto-san." The man bowed respectfully. His calves were bent beneath his thighs and they trembled, not with the weight of his body, but with unbridled fear. Palms placed firmly upon the tatami mat, he held that bone-cranking position, waiting for the spoken command of his Oyabun. His trained ears were alert, eyes focused keenly on the katana-clad pair of crossed legs, all that his lowered eyes were allowed to take in. One must never look the almighty Oyabun until spoken to, not especially a lowly clansman as himself.

Finally, the Oyabun spoke. "You are late, boy."

Panic clouded the man's senses. Was he late? He wasn't! And yet, the Oyabun's words were final, and to say otherwise, was to court death. Automatically, his arms pumped themselves up and down as he bowed furiously. Each loud thump of his forehead connecting to the soft, pale woven-wood was peppered with a staccato of gasped apologies.

Yamamoto waved him off with a thick arm. Calmly, he took another whiff from the porcelain cup he held in his other hand, then sipped from it. The steam tickled his nose, bringing with it the faint draft of the tea's scented aroma.

It had always amused him to no end, how these silly henchmen were so quick to bow, bobbing up and down whenever he so much as showed disapproval. None had a backbone. Not one of them. And yet, even in the black society of the Yakuza, discipline was observed strictly and acted upon. And all was directed towards him. He, the Oyabun, was the Father. The God. This was an age-old rule, a tradition, the very pillar which the Yakuza and, arguably, even the Japanese Society was built upon.

"Dispense with the formalities boy. I am in a relatively cheered mood today, for that, you shall be spared."

"Hai, Yamamoto-san!" The man gave a silent prayer of thanks Kami inwardly, giving a final push with his arms after his reddened forehead kissed the mat a last time. His heart thudded with each pump of blood through his body, his arms and legs a state of trepidation.

"Now, boy. Listen to me carefully. I will not repeat this a second time, so pay close attention." Setting the tiny cup down upon the low table with surprising delicacy, Yamamoto folded his trunk-like arms across his chest, a massive, stately Buddha statue. His voice rumbled, filling the small, square tatami-room with its gravely bass.

"I want you to take a handful of men. Go down to the pier we have designated for tonight's meeting with Hakuyoukai, and launch a surprise ambush on the bastard."

-end chapter 10-

**Phew! Finally got it out.....................sorry for the delay, and the shortness folks. I suppose that should be expected, i'm not well-known for nice, lenghty chapters, so please don't expect too much ^___^

Thank you, everyone of you, for your words of encouragement and criticisms!!! I love u all *Biiiig hugz*!**