In Sess We Trust Chapter 3: I Want To Be With You, an inuyasha fanfic

Hey there. Sorry it has been so long. I have been busy. But I am updating this first and then getting to CMAR…which will be finished soon, don't worry! I might continue it though if I get enough of a demand. It might be in the form of another story with the married couple (opps, did I give THAT away?) of Sess/Kag and their interesting relationship. I quite enjoy their chemistry in that story, its funny.

As for this…people have been asking about the dates. DON'T BE CONFUSED! There is nothing to be confused about. Honestly. The dates don't mean anything except to serve as reference to when she wrote those little "interludes." The dates don't pertain to the story at all. Think of it this way. Kagome is writing about her life and she is adding in things she has written for her whole life. So…don't worry about the dates!

Review and enjoy.

Ja,

-MC

Trying to reformat this…hope it works!

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8/16/01

11:23 p.m.

I almost never thought about it. Honestly. I didn't think about it consciously. You know, "the ONE." Soulmate, dream man/woman, mate, husband/wife—whatever you want to call it. I just didn't think about it. But then I realized that I didn't need to think about it. It was there, surrounding me, completing me (until they inevitably came, I hoped) and it became so common it assimilated into my daily life. Half-formed thoughts and random-nonsense comments forgotten and never given a second reckoning. Little habit actions and reactions that would eventually drive my "the one" to me—hopefully. Little idiosyncrasies and mishaps of my character, little whimsical daily normalities that would repel the unwanted and pernicious into the background and bring forward the man, the man that would complete me better than these little character studies of the brain and heart—poor replacements that yearned for their proper owner to come and take their place in the manor of my life. I didn't think about it. Honestly. I didn't think about it. But I didn't need to. Even if I did think about it, it was already though subconsciously so many times before that my brain recognizes it as dejavu—a needless repition of though that is again discarded into the "unconscious reaction" pile and again forgotten. Only to be remembered and the merry-go round would start again in my brain. All a simple reaction that I never thought about but yearned for the outcome of my subconscious's hard labor. I wanted the fruit of a labor I never knew I participated in. And true fulfillment came I my better half, my missing piece of the puzzle, my "the one." Mate. Love. The words were interchangeable because we could not properly express in these futile attempts at communication to even begin to understand this need, this want, this love. Can't you tell? I honestly never think about it. Consciously.

The mind is a funny thing, isn't it?

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Inuyasha was going on a three-month stay to France. He wanted to experience life the Parisian way and no one could stop him, even me. Me, the girl who had seen him through the Jaime's and the Johnny's and comforted him through the Paul's and Peter's. I saw him falling in love in the first five minutes and I saw him be completely indifferent until the third date. But through all this he always came back to me. He always cried on my shoulder and ate my phish food ice cream out of the freezer.

He wasn't there for me in this manner. He didn't really have to. He was all the man I needed and if I wanted a sexual escapade I had one. I was still a size fourteen, but my most seriously relationship had been Miroku all those years ago in college. (More like, what…three? already?) I didn't really date and once the sex was over I only yearned to be in Inuyasha's arms instead of the unfortunate man I had impressed myself upon. I wanted to comfort, really, that Inuyasha provided. And now he was going away for three months without me. With him gone taking it one day at a time was going to get increasingly harder. Unwantedly harder.

"Kagome, darling, why do you insist upon wearing men's clothing? I mean, please, tell me they are some sexy man's shorts that you spent an amazing night with last night…Kag?"

I was at Inu's house wearing an old college t-shirt and some men's clothing. Well, shorts. Okay, who is with me when I say that men got the most comfortable clothing to wear? Seriously, I hadn't discovered this until Miroku, of course, when back in those crazy days of college when I actually had a semi-sexy man in my bed, well, err, janitor closet, I stole one of his shorts. Which, when we became friends I was slightly embarrassed so I kind of gave them away. To Sango. Which, I seriously didn't know she was going to be friends with Miroku too. I wonder if she still has them…Anyways, I gave them to her. But not before I wore them! Well, tried them. And I fell in love. I didn't wear them all the time, I wore them to bed usually and I reminded Inu of this immediately. He had called me to come and help him with last minute packing for his trip to Paris, for goodness sake! And shoot, if I just wore the ones Miroku bought me (he noticed I had a penchant for buying them, I guess) then I could kind of lie and say they were a man's…

"Inu, how can you even know about men's clothing such as this. I didn't know you shopped at Target."

"Kagome, I date men. I am a man. Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I'm not acquainted with the cheap men's clothing. And anyways, Sesshomaru is my brother. He used to live in those things whole he fucked everything that breathed and had a vaginal hole."

"Inuyasha!"

"You heard the stories! And I fear they aren't even the tip of the iceberg."

Continually throughout the three years at the office…

"Eiffel Tower." The same man asks while the other men wait around for Sesshomaru to answer.

"Yes," he always answers.

Sometimes it varies. With other little weird places and events. What are they talking about?

"Toys R' Us!"

"Yes."

"Damn it."

"Coffee shop."

"Yes."

"Fuck."

"A bar."

"Yes."

"Donut shop."

"Yes."

"The office!"

Sigh "Yes."

"Harvard, Princeton, Northwestern, Georgetown, NYU, Yale."

"Yes."

"To which one?"

"All of them."

"When Jaws pops out of the water at Universal Studios!"

"Yes."

"Disneyland?"

"Do you have to ask?"

"Which ride?"

"What do you think?"

"Really? All of them?"

Sigh "Yes."

"The Taj Mahal."

"Yes."

"Isn't that a sin?"

"Pearl Harbor."

"Yes."

"Venice."

"Yes."

"On a boat?"

"Come on guys."

"Definitely on a boat."

"A pyramid!"

"Yes…wait…twice."

"I know one! My backyard!"

"Darren, you know that isn't fair. It has to be a public place."

"Fine…"

"By the way, you have a lovely sister."

After one of these interesting meetings I saw Sesshomaru take out an interesting piece of literature and leaf through it unemotionally. Wondering what book it was, I asked,

"Are you reading a novel?" He immediately got extremely red and closed the book automatically. Touchy subject.

"Uh, no. It's my black book."

Shit. That thing is fuckin huge!

Would this be a bad time to mention that I haven't told Inu about my little Tuesday dinners with Sesshomaru? I felt like I was betraying him with Sess. For Sess offered me something I could never receive with Inu. Which was comfort. Comfort for our mutual sorry state and perhaps comfort in a strange sort of friendship. And maybe I didn't tell him because the time we had, Sess and I, it was precious. Sacred, almost to a point. He listened to me vent about my feelings. I would gladly listen to his but he rarely shared much. But I didn't mind. I had my confidant. It was just terribly ironic that he was my love's brother. Just a tad…incestual, for lack of a better term. Anyway, Inu would blow it out of proportion and think Sesshomaru was trying to take advantage of me. Which he wasn't. I mean, for heaven's sake, the man is a sex god. And I…was an out of shape twenty-four year old in love with a gay man. How much more pathetic can you get? Anyways, the most contact we eve had was holding hands and it felt good to have my tiny hand engulfed in his large, manly ones once in a while. Yeah…

"Kag? Are you listening to me?"

Heh. No.

"What is wrong with you? You used to love to take a stab at the ever horrendous Sesshomaru." He adopted a strangely omnipotent tone when he said the title. " It's almost like you've grown a conscience and we just can't have that…"

"Yes, we all know I can't be allowed to have a conscience."

"The last time that happened California was introduced to my wardrobe, your wardrobe and coincidentally Sesshomaru's wardrobe. Did you know he didn't even complain? I do hope you didn't go through his closet alone."

Danger, danger Kagome!

"His, ah, secretary took me there. I know her, since I…know him, I mean since I work there. He said I would be alright." Nice one.

"She knows his apartment very well, I imagine."

I giggled a little hurriedly but inside I was taking a deep sigh of relief. Usually he knows when I am lying immediately because I completely suck at it but he was a little too involved in dissing his brother and picking out more clothes. Too close for comfort. I mean, Sesshomaru hadn't told…why should I? Inu continued to go through his closet for other outfits to bring—like he didn't have enough already and like he didn't plan to shop his ass off anyway when he got there. His passion for designer suits would be quenched. For now. Finally at about 2:30 a.m. he was finished and decided to shower for his flight at four. I rested on his bed while he changed in the walk in closet.

"Why do you have to leave so early?"

"I told you, flights are cheaper earlier."

"So…why do you care?"

"I don't, Sesshomaru choose it. Who knows? Now walk me out to the limo so we can have a quick goodbye." I pouted, he saw it. "Now, don't make that face, Kag. You know I'll call you enough. And anyway, we've said goodbye about ten times already." It was a short goodbye, as he wanted it to be. But I didn't shed any tears. It was three months! In the grand scheme of things, what was three months? But as I went back upstairs to envelope myself in Inu's bed which still smelled of him I couldn't help but wonder what three months would do to us. But I didn't really care about that, did I? What id he met someone? And with that thought I fell into a restless sleep in the bed of my love. Unrequited love.

6/3/91

4:36 p.m.

I was there. I wasn't looking from afar while my mother sped past in the car. I was in the moment. I was the one that was zipping up their wetsuit instead of some unknown woman like a thousand times before. I was brushing my hair out of my eyes and glancing at my partner and climbing into the waves. I was taking off my scuba gear and fins like I did a thousand times before. A thousand times before. So many things had happened to lead me to this moment. Thousands of people loved, died, cried and lived. People fought wars. People painted portraits. People make computers, talked on telephones, went to the dentist all for me to be at this moment in my life. For me to be where I am right now at this exact moment people fought, bled and died for it. And in turn I shall continue this tradition a thousand more times for someone thousands of years in the future. For the thousandth time.

It was about two o'clock when I woke up again. Groaning I realized that I was not at home and therefore had no clothes whatsoever. Eh. No one is home at this hour anyway. Mr. Kingston is off somewhere; Sesshomaru is at his apartment and…blah. I can't think about it. Grumbling about whatever pissed me off (currently it was my toothbrush that was permanently housed at Inu's house just in case I stayed and how it now looked used. Stupid Inu!) But I finished my shower and covered in a towel I went to peek out the door.

"Jaken? Jaaaaaaaaaaken?" God, finally. And I saw Jaken round the corner. But he wasn't alone. Nooooooooooo, of course he wasn't. I started at the feet and slowly traveled up. He was tall and clad in beige dress pants (Armani, I would guess) and a white shirt (Ralph Lauren) that was unbuttoned slightly with the sleeved rolled up. His hands were in his pockets and he gently tossed his long hair out of his face that somehow was the picture of masculinity. Of course in this god forsaken house fuckin Sesshomaru would be here. Fuckity fuck fuck. I tried to smile and of course I would wave and of course of bloody course the towel would slip giving Jaken AND Sesshomaru a lovely free show. Quickly grabbing my towel from the floor I slam the door and fall down against it. I didn't even want to look at their sickened expressions that were most likely there. An immediate knock came with a dignified cough. I didn't want to talk to him now!

"Kagome, Kagome…come on. Talk to me…" there was laughter in his voice. The bastard. "Come on. Let me in. Don't be embarrassed."

"No."

"Come on. Jaken is gone, probably off to cherish that image…"

"Don't say that!"

"Come on, get off the floor and put Inu's robe on." How did he…? Whaaaaaaaaat? "Kagome," there was warning in his voice, "I have a key, you know."

"Fine! Let me get the damn robe."

"That's my girl." Hardly. God, he made me sound like a dog or something. I got the robe and threw it on, securing the tie with a death knot. They would have to cut this thing off me. I opened the door and he was leaning against the frame with a, surprise surbloodyprise, smirk on his blasted face.

"Oh, I like your other outfit better." I wanted to punch him. Seriously, I did.

"Stop saying things you don't mean. Lying doesn't become you. Although you're used to it, since you're a lawyer and all." His eyes flashed and darkened for a moment before he—somehow—picked me up and threw me on the bed. Hovering over me, he said,

"I never say things I don't mean," and then he tickled me mercilessly. The bastard.

"Sesshomaru, what—haa hahaha—did you want…to talk to me about?" He collapsed next to me on the bed and turned on one elbow to look at me.

"Eh, nothing in particular," he smiled sweetly.

"That's it, you pompous, arrogant assh--" someone coughed. I looked down. I was straddling him and that bathrobe; you know the one that someone was going to have to cut off me? Yeah, who guessed it? It was open—while I was on top of him. The only thing that would complete this picture would be—someone coughed again, yes, of course—Jaken.

"Its not what it looks like!" Good one Kagome, I silently yelled while I closed the stupid robe and cursed my fate as I rolled over. But not before I felt Sesshomaru's hands move from their place around my waist. When did that—scratch that. It's not important right now.

"I assure you, I do not require an explanation. Sir, you told me to bring some…female clothing and I have done so."

"Leave Jaken."

I did not like how he said "female." It was as if I was some loose woman throwing herself on Sesshomaru. Which admittedly, it looked like, but it's Sesshomaru! He's like my…I glanced over at him smirking uncontrollably at me…He's like my…one more glance, his smirk widening into a full smile, relaxing his whole face and reminding me remarkably of a picture I'd seen of him with his mother. He was about ten and he was laughing on the beach. Yeah, I know. I thought they had forgotten to replace the fake; cheesy picture the company puts in there to seal the frame. For years I thought this. Until I really looked closer. It had to be a Kingston. The boy had long silver-white hair blowing in the breeze (admittedly I thought it was a girl first—don't tell Sess!) and he was there with a woman who could only be his mother. She was smiling at him as well, but her eyes shone with an inner battle. I wonder what she died from. He was laughing harder now and I had to punch him again. He's like my…

"Come to dinner with me tonight."

"But it isn't Tuesday. In fact, its umm…Saturday."

"Ah! She has mastered the art of deciphering the days of the week. I've been teaching her for years, you know."

"Sess…"

"Honestly, I never thought she would pull through, you know, after the "incident" and all."

"Sess…"

"It was a hard time for all of us, since, well, she wasn't all there. There was this one time she—"

"You are the only one that should be worrying about his mental health. God, who do you think you are talking to anyway?"

"To father, of course. Hello father…"

"Your father is not…" I hit my head repeatedly on the headboard. OF course.

"Hello Mr. Kingston," I smiled sheepishly and waved my hand in an embarrassed gesture. Sesshomaru only laughed even more. I suddenly had a flashback and I felt like I was sixteen again and was caught doing something dirty on my boyfriend's bed. Too bad it couldn't be farther from the truth. Sesshomaru was thirty or something and he was giddy on the bed like we were up to something before his father came in. When did his father come in anyway? Did he hear Sess ask me to dinner?

"Don't call me father, you know I hate that."

"Yes, that's exactly why I do it." Mr. Kingston expertly ignored Sesshomaru's comment.

"Kagome, I'm glad you're here. Inuyasha hasn't brought you round for dinner lately."

"I could bring her "round for dinner," father."

Okay, what was this suddenly joyful and playful Sesshomaru? Where did he come from? And where is my stoic and pensive Sesshomaru? Where? Where? God, Inu is gone five hours and Sesshomaru is happier than I have ever seen him. All Inu and no sex made Sess a dull boy. He he he. THAT sounds naughty. Well, who knows about the no sex part, but what girlfriend would allow a guy to win and dine another girl every Tuesday night?

"Kagome, I fear you have converted my son. And to be honest, it wasn't the one I thought it would be." I laughed but was thoroughly confused.

"Converted?" Converted? Sesshomaru? To what?

"Father, you speak too much. Perhaps Kagome should get some clothes on before you speak of anything that resembles the church."

"I resent that comment," I huffed.

"So do I."

"Father, leave."

"Fine, but come and see me soon, Kagome. Goodbye…son." And with that he left the room. I got up to get some clothes on.

"What are you staying now? This isn't a free showing?"

"Most unfortunate. But I'm staying. Change in the closet. Or the bathroom. And you never answered me about tonight." I huffed again and walked into the bathroom with the clothes. I almost forgot them. But I'm not that unlucky, I see.

"Yeah, whatever."

"Good, so what do you want to do beforehand…?" I was thinking…hmm…

"What time is it?"

"Three-thirty."

"Shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have to meet Sango at three forty-five at Costello's. And I took a cab last night because I didn't think I was going to be awake enough to drive home. Shit!"

"I could drive you." He said through the door, his voice seemed closer now. "Can I come in now?" God, why did this man want to see me in this getup? I mean, it was a gorgeous dress, but it was a little tight across my breasts. Grrrrrrrrr…damn them.

"Sure, but I look hideous, I assure you. But this dress is amazing. Where did you get it?" It was Asian cut, with the whole neckline and fake buttons down my chest. But it flowed out in a flowery print that made it an altogether comfortable summer dress.

"It was my mother's." He was in the bathroom now, staring at me as if was some anomaly or something. He silently straightened about the collar and with a look of deep concentration turned me around and buttoned up the back. His long fingers grazed my back and I had to remind myself to breath. Goodness, Kagome. It's Sesshomaru.

"I like it on you." I smiled and blushed slightly. He took another step towards me. Was it just me or was he a little too close for comfort? I put my hand on his forehead and looked at him quizzically.

"What's up?"

"I…I just…I want you to keep that dress." Was it just me or was he a little flustered?

"God, Sesshomaru, she must be an amazing woman."

"What?" He said, still slightly dazed.

"The woman you are so obviously enamored with. Goodness, if a man thought that way about me…well, no man would think that way about me, but if he did…" he brought a finger up to my lips.

"You're going to be late." Fuuuuuuuuuuuck! Of course I was! I rushed out of the bathroom with Sesshomaru hot on my heels and once we were outside he lead me to his BMW. Ouch. Nice car. The ride was silent until I put on the radio station. Well, since I then discovered that he didn't have any stations programmed I reprogrammed the thing to stations I liked. He didn't listen to them anyway. And when he drove me he usually drove the Jaguar. I already programmed my stations in there. We waved goodbye and I told him Sango would drop me back off at the house for he insisted that I wouldn't change and just wear the dress for tonight. Sango was waiting in the usual spot on the terrace.

"God, Kag, you look great. Have you lost weight?"

"Who knows? How are you?"

"Good, sweetie. But that dress. Its gorgeous, where did you get it?" Well, I had to tell her about Sesshomaru eventually, right? I mean, I usually just explained away the Tuesdays with a work meeting or something and it never bothered anyone. I mean, who wanted to go out on a Tuesday anyway?

"Sango, this is going to sound unusual, but well, I got it from Sesshomaru." Nothing could have prepared me for her reaction.

"Oh, right. Of course."

"What? You're not…you're not…freaked out or something?"

"Oh no. Honey, I've known about him for ages? When are you going to tell Inu about the relationship, eh?"

"Well, I wasn't going to say anything…"

"Kagome, you're sleeping with the guy, he is going to find out eventually!" Whaaaaaaaaat?

"Whaaaaaaaaaaat? ME, sleeping with Sesshomaru? No frickin way. We're just friends!"

"Yeah, right, then why is he buying you clothes?"

"He isn't…this is his mothers, and if you must know I was at Inu's last night saying goodbye and I just didn't want to go back home. And Sesshomaru was there and he got me some clothes…"

"Kagome! Don't tell me you still love Inu! You don't, right?" God, was this another time to mention that Sango HATED that I ever loved Inu because he was gay. Well, she didn't mind that I started to love him because I never knew…but she thought I was a masochist for continuing to love him. He was just so perfect, what could I do?

9/7/03

2:15 p.m.

I Want To Be With You

I miss you like it was Tuesday

I love you like a river, so wide

I want to go home like its Friday

I need to be by your side

Last time I saw you, you were graying

And I always remember you saying

I miss you like it was Tuesday

I love you like a river, so wide

I want to go home like its Friday

I need to be by your side

I remember your heartbeat a' bumping

Yours and mine a' thumping

And now my ears are ringing

And I know that you're still singing

I miss you like it was Tuesday

I love you like a river, so wide

I want to go home like its Friday

I need to be by your side

"Sango, you know the answer to that question."

"Ugh! You are completely hopeless. But tell me about something WITH hope. I was praying that you were moving on with Sesshomaru."

"How did you know, anyway?"

"Oh, well, I mean, I go to that restaurant too. Just one time Kouga wanted to take me out on Tuesday because the babysitter was there anyway. And he chose to go to Weston's. Come on, dear, I was shocked but happy."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well, I thought you would tell me in your good time. So you aren't sleeping with him? Are you at least seeing each other?"

"No! We're just friends."

"I see…" We ordered some coffee and I sat back and enjoyed the view of the garden. I was about to tuck in to some delicious scones when Sango cut in again.

"By the way, does he make you pay?"

"What?"

"Does Sesshomaru make you pay for your own food when you guys go out?"

"No…"

"It is so a date! How long have you been doing this?"

"Three years and its not a date!"

"You mean you have been dating Sesshomaru Kingston, notorious sex fiend for three years and never given him any? You must be good, girl. Veeeeeery good."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You cannot keep a man like that interested for three years without being something extraordinary. Damn, I heard rumors that he stopped his sexual escapades but that was a couple years ago. I didn't know I knew the woman who changed him."

"God, it wasn't me. It was some other woman. He loves her desperately but he said he doesn't deserve her or something. He doesn't talk about her much, but he sure as hell listens to me and understands my dilemma with Inuyasha." Sango gave me a knowing smile that I didn't understand and luckily the conversation turned to other comments that I could speak of freely and without restraint. Sango has always been like this. She is a woman who life just steps out of the way for. She gets what she wants. I mean, she works for it, surely, but she doesn't miss a beat, that woman. Things come to her like a sailor is drawn to the sea. And I could understand the magnetism. Who couldn't love Sango? She is fabulous and I love her confidence and fiery spirit. I guess I had it too, but it was different. I was always the "friend" with her. She dated and I was the friend that came on some dates to check out the guy. He was usually gorgeous but an ass. What else do you expect from men who can get practically any woman they want? Of course it goes to their head. But anyway, Sango is just this woman who knows what she wants and I guess it kind of makes me jealous. Because she goes about it this entirely nice and friendly way that I could never pull off. I am entirely too brash for her. Which fueled more than one of our fights.

4/12/00

4:54 a.m.

Okay. So...as for yesterday. Yeah I did feel blown off. Still do. I really needed someone to talk to yesterday and you just kinda went off to see a movie. I didn't care about petroglyph. I waited for you and told my parents to go do stuff without me because I was going to go out with you later that night. And then you call and go to a movie. And as for Kouga, I don't like him, plain and simple. I don't HAVE to like him. God, Sango, I TRY to like him...something about him just rubs me the wrong way, okay? I already told you that I didn't want to be around him. But the truth probably is...is that I feel like I'm loosing you. I feel like you are letting me go for bigger and better things. Your friends, your boyfriend, your life without me. Truth be told, I've always felt that I needed you more than you needed me. I know you look up to me and respect me but I've always seen you as the stronger person. You have confidence to do and get the things you want...in such a nice and caring way. I could never do that. I'm bitter and mean and cynical and people think I'm too brash and blunt. Well, that's me. I don't know when to shut up and sometimes I don't even realize I say the wrong thing. And I am so happy that you found someone who makes you feel that way. I am really, really happy for you. But another truth is that I've always been jealous too. You have had so many boyfriends and now you have Kouga...this guy who you love and loves you back. I guess deep down the cynic in me realizes that I might never find that and you have already found it...at barely 21. So when I shoot down your friends or when I diss Kouga (well sometimes) I am really trying to get you to turn back to me. I mean, when we were first in college you didn't have all these great friends to go out and do stuff with. You just had me. And now when you have these people who can be you with...it kind of makes me sad. Because I can't really make friends like you. I mean, yes...I have a lot of friends. But I don't really have any close ones like you. You, I can do anything with, talk about anything with and go anywhere with. I feel comfortable talking about sex and guys with you...all the way to our fetish with Victorian romance comedies. I can tell you and talk to you about things I have never told anyone else before...or if I have they just look at me weird. And you don't look at me weird. (Well, unless it's a joke) I mean, I have Inuyasha...but I can't talk to him about everything. And Miroku...but I never see him because he is busy. And Kim but we always end up talking about movies or something. You really are the best friend from heaven. I mean, we've never had a fight, right? And you don't get mad at me when I steal your stuff. (That's a bonus). But most of all I love you so much. You are like a little sister to me. Someone who I love so much it hurts sometimes. And when you go away I have to let you go...but it still hurts more. I'm glad you told me how you felt. I will try to tone down myself a bit...but it is really in my nature to just be totally truthful. Ya know...I call'em like I see'em. And I'm not angry. In fact I'm bawling over here. I love you. I hope you don't hate me too much. Love always,

Kagome

Needless to say, I was just jealous of her and Kouga's relationship. He wasn't really the problem. I just didn't want to loose her. We talked for a little while longer but then I told her I had to go because Sesshomaru wanted to go to dinner. Which only got her started about how we should be dating and how we almost already are and blah blah blah. She sometimes needs to meddle in someone else's life. Too bad deep down I love it.

We kiss goodbye and I walk up to the door. But before I even knock Sesshomaru is there ushering me out to his car again. I sigh. God, here we go.