Surgeon general's warning: Do not read this fic if you are pregnant, under any medications or will possibly laugh too hard that you will turn blue. And to be completely safe, no pygmies should read it either. Thank you.
Also, as touched upon this is not in any way related to the song by Justin Timberlake. It will become more apparent later in the story, but I just like the saying "cry me a river." I think it fits in with these characters.
And yes, perhaps they are a little OOC, but this AU and…I have decided to bring out Sesshomaru's more arrogant and pretentious side then simply stoic. He has those qualities, they are just more pronounced in this fic. I mean, Sess doing comedy? I don't think so…so it has to be a little OOC…
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Ja!
-MC
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Damn marine biologists! They should be on my unsuitable list too!
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"I resent that comment."
"Well, you deserve it after what you put me through."
"No, darling, I believe it is my turn to speak."
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Well, I, to put it bluntly, did not want to be in this situation. Kingston was a grade A ass (yes he would be fine meat if he wasn't so spoiled)…
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"You aren't going to say anything?"
"I don't need to sink to your level."
"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! ARRRRRGGGGGGGG!"
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Anyways, I found myself hauling my belongings away from the house that I had picked out and paid for from my internship job (and a little help from my trust fund, okay?)
So, being packed and with nothing else to do I was ushered into the limo sent for me from Kingston…undoubtedly making sure I would actually be arriving this time.
When I did actually get there I was not amazed to find the mansion completely empty and I set to work. I had boxes to unpack.
My rooms, however, were extraordinary. Since Kingston was a bit more well of than what I was used to… (a bit! A BIT! The man was disgustingly rich)
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"Now this I shall comment on. Disgustingly? Rich? They should not be allowed in the same sentence."
"Yeah, just like 'sexy' and 'Kingston'."
"Touché."
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But back to the point. I had my own kitchen and basically the rooms resembled a well-sized house than guest rooms. However there was a door off to the side of the main bedchamber and for the life of me I could not get it open.
Note to self: Find blowtorch. Or hacksaw. Either will do.
I had my evil moments.
Too bad those moments seemed all that Kingston had seen. I mean, to the public we were fiancés and we didn't even act as friends. He acted annoyingly superior and seemed quite aware of his domineering sexual prowess. At his office he donned glasses and had his long white-silver hair tied back at the nape of his neck.
When he had come to see me last night, however, his hair was released from its confines and his glasses were absent.
He had stormed into my house with cat-like agility and his muscles rippled underneath his Ralph Lauren jacket set.
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"You shivered."
"That was a good jacket set."
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I wonder if he dresses himself.
And I wonder if perhaps he could be gay.
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"You thought I was gay? Were the not so subtle hints that I wanted you-badly –not getting into your thick skull?"
"Not at that moment. But they were sure as hell getting through later!"
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But then I remembered the heated glare he gave me during a particularly awkward moment and I thought he was going to kiss me.
I could still feel his breath on my neck.
Okay, definitely not of the rainbow persuasion.
But the man was aggravating! He was so used to getting what he wanted that I couldn't simply comply. I didn't want to be that woman who waited for him to come home and then fawned over him and then give herself to him endlessly during the night.
I wanted love.
I wanted love back.
Not necessarily Kingston, but…I would at least try it because…what is the worse that could happen?
Okay…I could become the woman who I would kill not to become and be stuck in a lifeless and loveless marriage that will fail miserably right when he grows tired of my body.
And what a sorry body it is.
Note to self: Eat everything possible. Perhaps he will give up this venture if his "fiancé" is overly large.
I am Kagome Carlton! I will not back down from a fight!
Note to self: Damn I remembered something. Curse my fast metabolism!
And the outcome of this fight was essential as my lifelong happiness hung in the balance.
It was easy to predict what he expected from me. He expected me primped and already sitting at the dinner table when he came home. It was what any simpering, half-crazed woman would do.
So, I delightfully skipped dinner at Mr. Tidy Puss's house and found myself at a table at some local burger joint about to scarf down a delicious creation chock full of enough calories and fatty acids to kill a grown horse on contact.
Ah, the joys of food.
I was about to take my first bite when a very angry white haired, golden-eyed man came stomping to my table.
His look was classic.
His eyes and demeanor radiated his anger in waves. Hr obviously expected me to be a bit more submissive after last night.
Oh. How had I given off that impression?
With our eyes locked I raised the sumptuous burger to my waiting lips and took a large bite.
And yes, I enjoyed it.
"Why did you do that?" He was practically steaming now. Evidently he was used to people treating him very carefully.
"Just to piss you off."
"That's what I thought." And he grabbed my by the wrist and dragged me outside, burger and all.
"What about the—"
"Forget it. I own this whole block."
Oh. No wonder he knew where I was. Nice choice, Kagome.
I was pushed unceremoniously in the car and he sped off abruptly. The ride back was conducted in silence. The burger lay forgotten in my hand until we got out and he quickly snatched it from my clutches.
"My favorite…" he murmured as he somehow made eating the two-pound hamburger in about five bites oddly sensuous.
Stupid man. I could probably strip naked and dance the mambo and not even a seventeen-year-old sack of testosterone would be aroused.
Okay, well, that was a lie. Because I am sure that Ruth Bader Ginsberg could strip and do the mambo naked and that would probably turn a seventeen-year-old male on.
Thank god I am part of the fairer sex.
But that left me in the wrath of a most unwanted and pernicious suitor.
Unbearable man.
Who had left me outside during my side thought! When I finally retreated to the house he was eating his soup like a perfect gentleman. He smiled comfortingly at me, which was entirely disconcerting and quite freaky since I knew he didn't mean it.
Kingston.
That man was a conundrum. And as I sat down to eat I wondered if it really was worth the risk to solve the puzzle that is Sesshomaru Kingston.
"Did you settle in alright?"
He was clearly trying his best to forget about the earlier dinner stint. Which looked extremely hard. I imagined him being quite put out for the disruption of his schedule and his normal habits being interrupted for a mere woman.
How…inconvenient.
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"Damn straight."
"All I gotta say is…you agreed!"
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"Yes. I settled in fine."
"The rooms are sufficient." It wasn't a question but I still felt compelled to answer.
"Quite."
I sipped my soup.
"Oh, there was something I wanted to ask you." He quirked an eyebrow at me suspiciously to show me I had his attention.
"There is a door in my bedroom I can't open, do you think you could perhaps give me the key?"
I don't know if I was imagining things, but did I just see a slight smile? But I quickly dismissed the thought as ludicrous.
"Yes. I shall give you a key when we have finished dinner."
The rest of the night continued in silence and I got a little bored. Okay, I got really bored. I enjoyed quiet time as much as the next five-year-old, but honestly. This man seemed to revel in it.
So, I went in search of something to do. And I quickly found what I wanted: a library.
Now, I know it was just more silence but at least I was doing something instead of sitting there feeling sorry for myself.
I was just settling into my book when Kingston walked in.
Did that infernal man have some tracking device for me?
He seemed slightly surprised to see me there as well and I was suddenly taken aback at the thought that perhaps I was invading his person sanctuary.
I got up to leave for my rooms when he placed a rough yet agile hand on my shoulder.
"Your key." Now I really saw him smile this time as he placed the large gold object into my waiting hand.
As I left I heard him call out…
"Happy travelings."
I can still hear his chuckling ringing in my ears.
