Hey you all, thanks for the reviews. As for some comments, I KNOW Kagome's last name isn't Shrine, but its AU…so…she doesn't have to have the last name she has in the show. In fact, if you read practically ALL of my other stories, she has different last names in each.
Speaking of last names, if anyone recognizes "Takamada" I just wanted to say that I talked to SF about that and she was cool with me using the name. Just for future reference.
Read and Enjoy!
-MC
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Christmas time is here. It was apparent in everything that was around—the lights, the trees, the decorations…everything hailed the coming of the birth of Christ, or for others, the meaning was less religious and involved a fat man in a red suit who snuck into your house to give you presents. (Which when you think about it is entirely creepy because I mean, this large man is coming into your house for who knows what and then EATS your cookies and DRINKS your milk like he trusts you or something and then he goes and leaves you a PRESENT. What is this insanity, honestly? Who comes down a chimney to get themselves DIRTY and SOILED and then gives you PRESENTS like it is the most normal thing in the world? Why do not the children of the world see how strange and unusual this practice is? Certainly, yes, I still believe in Santa, but oh come on, like YOU don't? And if you tell anyone I'll kill you even I discovered the insanity behind the madness and belief system that is Santa. AND I NEVER degraded myself to sit on someone's lap. THAT is NOT Santa, thank you. Anyways…) However, walking around the grounds of my home, where snow had already littered the grown in cold drifts, I couldn't get into the mood. I mean, usually I was in full swing of listening to delicate Christmas tunes (alone), decorating our gigantic tree (alone), drinking eggnog (yes, alone), Christmas shopping online for myself (admittedly, alone), reading Dickens by the fire and other classics (still alone) and contemplating life and the meaning of Christmas (of course alone). However, full swing was more lack there of and I don't understand why. Was there something missing this year? Did I make the eggnog recipe incorrect (reason why it tasted bitter?), were the Christmas tunes off key (did the CD get scratched?), was the tree a little too green (had Jaken cut it down too early?), was Dickens getting boring? (admittedly, I read it numerous times), was shopping online considered insufficient (have I really become the man who has everything and will be forced to get myself gifts labeled 'for the man who has everything' which is only a gadget that combines about five things I already have into one contraption?) What is going on? Could there be something else that I wanted? Scratch wanted—could there be something else that I needed?
Working was impossible. To dwell on later: When she said "our" relationship, did she mean hers and Yasha's or…mine and hers? Was there a relationship between us? Did that mean anything when she said there was a relationship? Do you think she was insinuating something? Does she think that I could like her—like that? Because if that was what she was thinking that that was completely ludicrous and—
"Oh hello Ms. Shrine," she smiled at me as she walked passed my study in order to get to her room—not! her room—my Mother's room. She simply walked by without a word and I resumed my pout behind the paper. Bitch.
"Sorry, I had to get you something," she said, sauntering into my study without a knock or anything. Rude. Wait, did she say get ME something? Did she get me a present? It isn't Christmas yet…
"Here, Wallace wanted me to give you this from the office," she handed me the envelope but I was distracted by a) the fact that her blouse buttons stretched over her breasts when she bent over to hand me something b) I quite enjoyed the show especially since she had no idea and c) she wasn't giving me a present. Highly upsetting. "Oh, and here, its just something little, but you know…" she blushed and handed me another small package. It fit in the palm of my hands and as I unwrapped it I was surprised to see what she gave me. "I thought you might need it since I noticed you always put your glasses into your pocket straight away. And, well, that could scratch them, you know." She blushed again as I revealed a very handsome soft glasses case that could fit right into my suit pocket without looking unusually bulky or utterly unruly. Well, this was about the first Christmas present I have received in a while. Well, other than the mandatory Christmas parties at work before we left when I was forced to receive stupid presents like platinum nameplates and silver-plated staplers. Honestly, who needs those? This present was a need-gift. A need was seen and it was met with the present in question.
"What, no ball gown tonight?" I asked when I finally came back from my little reverie. At that her face hardened and I almost laughed. She opened her mouth to speak when someone who was definitely NOT invited into my study decided to show up.
"Oh, there you are, darling," Yasha said while wrapping his arms around Kagome. For some reason I had to restrain the urge to snarl. They shouldn't be doing that in MY study in front of ME. She obviously agreed as she removed herself from his arms and turned to me. However, Yasha spoke first.
"We won't be joining you for dinner tonight. However, I, well, I have to go on a trip for a while, something I need to take care of," he smiled fondly at Kagome's scowl. I again resisted the urge to show everyone what exactly I ate for lunch.
"Where are you going?" She asked, trying (unsuccessfully) to look quite bored at the prospect of him leaving (when we really knew she was totally put out) by picking a piece of imaginary lint from her jacket set. How can she look so sexy in a skirt with a nice slit and a blouse that might be a little too tight across the—SHE WENT TO THE OFFICE LOOKING LIKE THAT? I stood and grabbed her wrist and shoved Yasha out the door.
"Leave," I growled before slamming the door in his face. I turned back to Kagome, who was currently staring at me as if I had grown five extra heads in a matter of seconds. "You went to the office in this—" I said, while waving my hands wildly in the air, OBVIOUSLY explaining that I meant her outfit. She glanced at her clothes and shrugged, not quite getting my point. I still held onto her wrist and I used it to drag her body towards mine. "You cannot distract people with these, these, insidious clothes!" I grappled at nothing to forbid her to wear something that was perfectly fine for other women to wear to work. However, the idea that she was being googled at like a piece of meat disturbed me greatly. Still, her innocent eyes stared at me, large and surprised. My voice softened. "Do you want to know what you do to every man who sees you?" I whispered into her ear. I abruptly leaned her back as I kissed her, cradling her head in one hand and the other around the small of her back as I bent her mercilessly from the onslaught of my kisses. Dragging myself away from her mouth (which tasted better than any eggnog, I assure you), I stood up with her still in my arms. Completely dazed, Kagome then stumbled out of my hold and walked to the door. Turning around slyly, she resembled a sinful angel that did not suit her supposed virgin (wait, V-card) tendencies as Yasha conveyed in his awful rendition of his sexual problems.
"Don't tell Inuyasha you thanked me like that for your present," she murmured. "And I didn't think this suit did that to any man. However, I thank you for showing me the consequences of such. I shall refrain from wearing like attire in the future. No one would want a repeat performance of today." And with that she swayed out of my damn study. Straitening my dress shirt and dusting off my pants, I shook my head in disbelief at what I just did. Sitting back down at my desk and bringing my shoes to sit atop my desk (honestly, I never did that) and folding my hands over my stomach I looked like the proverbial cat that got the cream.
"I want a repeat performance, Kagome. And I'm going to get one." I smiled evilly, feeling much better since this holiday started.
Again taking a walk down through the shopping district I espied some clothing that I think would be appropriate for MY employee to wear to work. It was from 'Pretty and Pregnant.' I almost walked into that store to buy her some present as a joke, but I decided from the vicious stares I was already receiving from just hovering around the front of the store without an obvious mate would prove that Kagome would not appreciate my humor. Not that I thought she was saying she was overweight (or pregnant—dear god please!) in any manner, but these clothes weren't revealing anything whatsoever. Perhaps the woman should not be allowed to go to work at all—then she can wear her jeans and converse and cute sweaters all the—(cute? Cute? What the hell? I need to go home).
Once I collapsed on my bed I tried to think of something to really give her. Time was running out in the most dire way. Casually draping a hand over my face to physically or metaphorically block out any kind of distractions, my nose caught the scent of fresh blueberries. Getting up to see who had snuck them into their room (ummm…let me think…the only other person here is—Kagome!) I found myself outside the conjoining bathroom. Carelessly, like most women, my side was NOT locked. So, I walked in, without a care in the world, wanting to honestly know what was smelling so…bloody…good. However, the thing that first hit me was probably the music blasting from the in-bathroom sound system. And no, no, it was not Christmas music, the Christmas CD was resting gently on the counter along with all the other CD's I keep in there. No, I was privy to the listening delights that are the Beatles.
I was alone I took a ride I didn't know what I would find there
Another rode where maybe I could see another kind of mind there
And suddenly I could see you
Did I tell you I need you?
Every single day of my life
You didn't run you didn't lie
You knew I just wanted to hold you
And had gone you knew in time we'd meet again for I had told you
Oh you were meant to be near me
Oh and I want you to hear me
Say we'll be together every day
Got to get you into my life!
What can I do, what can I be
When I'm with you I want to stay there
If I am true I'll never leave and if I do I know the way there
Oh and I suddenly see you
Oh, Did I tell you I NEED YOU EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY LIFE
Got to get you into my life!
Got to get you into my life!
I was alone I took a ride I didn't know what I would find there
Another rode where maybe I could see another kind of mind there
And suddenly I could see you
Did I tell you I need you?
Every single day…
And she stopped singing along. And then 'Santa Baby' came on. Jesus, woman! She is crazy. Who listens to the Beatles AND Santa Baby? And was she singing that song for someone, like does she want someone in her life? Yasha? (Gulp) Me? Shit shit shit shit bloody shit. Slamming the door on the way out I barely took notice that she would probably hear the sound. Santa Baby played in the background,
Think of all the fellas I haven't kissed…
Goodness, what is she doing to me! Does all she want is my money? Yasha's money? Why why why! Why am I reading into the blasted songs she is listening to!
I've been an angel all year, Santa Baby
So hurry down the chimney tonight
Why do I just want to hurry down the chimney? Why do I want to get her into my life?
I really do believe in you
Lets see if you believe in me…
So, lets get the facts straight. A) I definitely am sexually attracted to her b) she is a virgin (V-card member) c) she is dating my younger brother d) he is out of town e) there is definitely some sexual tension in the air since the kiss f) –
Hurry…
Okay! f) she is my partner in business g) she doesn't want a repeat performance h) I don't have a present for her I) she has already given me a present J) I really really want her right now K) I don't think she wants me L) how can she not want me? M) Maybe because she is dating your brother? N) True, but that can always be changed! O) Abso-bloody-lutely P) I'm pathetic q) no you're not R) yes, I am, I'm talking to myself WHILE making a list that is going to run out of letters in the alphabet S) Wow, that's talented T) Jesus Christ! U) The real meaning of Christmas! V) For Christians W) You're right, you're pathetic X) why am I writing this anyway? Y) Yes, yes, Kagome, facts, Kagome Z) Shit shit, no more letters.
So, as for the facts: my list pales in comparison to any other list ever created, I'm pathetic and definitely want Kagome now. Just as a piece of ass? Just as a piece of ass. For now, right? No! Always just a piece of ass!
"She is always a blasted piece of ass!" Bloody hell, I said that out loud. Straining my ears to hear any noise of recognition I sighed and collapsed on my bed once again. Why why why? Why must I be subjected to the male hormonal idiocies of my brain when I am in dire need of some bloody sense? I sighed and closed my eyes, as "Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire" lilted from the bathroom to my ears.
Bless Christmas…even though this year its stressing me out.
I sighed again. Completely pathetic.
Conclusions: I need a therapist, Kagome, and more eggnog. How is that for Yuletide cheer, ne?
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Special thanks the The Beatles and Eartha Kitt for the listening delights.