A/N: Thanks for leaving those encouraging reviews guys! They really make my day. The suspense is unnecessary. The pairing is M/K, mostly because the story is more interesting with this pairing for all the twists I plan to throw at you. Batters ready? 'Cause you'll be having a few curve balls in the next few chapters. Oh and Inuyasha is pretty OOC, but it's important for the plot!
Number One Priority: Chapter 10
The sounds of sizzling meat from the kitchen as well as the aroma of spiced herbs filled the apartment. Laughter rang in Miroku's ears as he sat quietly, meditating on Kouga and Tasuki's balcony. He would have loved to have joined in on the festivities in the kitchen, but there were too many chefs as things were.
He felt someone nudge him in the side. He cracked open a violet eye a sliver to see who dared to disturb him. It was Chichiri with a wide smile across his face. "Something is troubling you, no da?"
Miroku shrugged as he closed his eye once again. He didn't really want to talk to anyone right now. It wasn't every day that you learned that you're about to die. "Are you upset that Kagome is moving downstairs?"
"That certainly isn't helping matters." Miroku replied opening both eyes as he gave up on meditating. Chichiri certainly wouldn't leave him alone now.
Chichiri scratched his head thoughtfully at the remark. "Dinner certainly smells good, does it not?" He asked amiably as he sat beside Miroku on the balcony.
"I suppose. Sounds like they are having fun," A wistful note tilted Miroku's voice. He was a bit jealous at the carefree noises that drifted towards him. He should be the one enjoying Kagome's company, not Hotohori and Tasuki. He'd known her forever. They'd only met her a few days ago.
"You could partake," Chichiri offered, watching the friend beside him carefully. He was worried for him. He was not acting his usual self. For one thing, he had not seen him act his normal lecherous way around women. Granted, he saw that as a good thing, but in Miroku's case it simply wasn't natural.
"They are having plenty of fun without me." Miroku replied as he stood up to re-enter the apartment.
"Does it have anything to do with Sango?" Chichiri asked as he hurried to keep alongside Miroku, who was acting more depressed than he had ever before witnessed.
Miroku shook his head. "She's the least of my worries. Though, she did want me to help her find a place to stay."
"Hey Miroku!" Kagome ran out of the kitchen, flour in her hair and a big grin plastered across her face as she gave Miroku a big hug. She giggled at the mess she made on his clothes. "Hmmm....you look better that way!"
A small smile lifted the corner of his lips when he looked down. He shook his head at Kagome's behavior. "This was my favorite shirt you know," Miroku mourned, sniffling at the great sadness he felt.
A finger was lifted to Kagome's lips as she looked at the mess critically. "I suppose it's a very good thing they invented the washing machine, huh?" She smirked before running her sticky fingers through his hair. "And vegetable oil is the new moose!" She exclaimed before taking off at break neck speed with Miroku hot on her heels.
"Come back here!" Miroku shouted after the delinquent. He caught up with her shortly and wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to the floor. They crashed in a pile onto the forgiving carpet of the apartment. Miroku laughed into her hair, the sound muffled by the raven locks. "Good thing Tasuki made sure the carpet was thick here."
Kagome shifted under his weight and managed to flip over onto her back with him on top of her. She pulled her hands out from under his arms to support herself with them. "You're a heavy boy, mind getting off?"
Miroku could feel his heart racing. Being in such a position with Kagome was driving him more stir-crazy than he could remember being driven by any other female. Why did he have to feel this way about her of all people? It was sick! It was wrong! Why did it feel so damn right?
"Forgive me, honorable priestess." Miroku offered as she rose and extended his hand to help her to her feet.
"No harm done noble monk," Kagome replied as she let him pull her to her feet. Not being able to resist temptation she mused his hair up some more before running past him into the kitchen.
Miroku was left glowering after her. He marched his way to the kitchen determined. He was not prepared to see Kagome attempting to be the peacekeeper between two stubborn young men.
Tasuki sat on the counter in one corner of the kitchen; arms crossed in front of his chest and was looking pointedly away from Kouga. The latter stood at the opposite corner of the kitchen and was staring at the ceiling while twirling a wooden spoon between his fingers.
Kagome stood in between the two and stared at the boiling pot. "Come on you guys, if you won't do it then give me the spoon and I will."
"No, way," Kouga replied putting the spoon behind his back.
"Well I'm not doing it. I suggest you do it. Because I can sit here all fucking night." Tasuki replied.
Kagome gasped at her friend's language, a hand flying to her mouth in astonishment. "Tasuki! I can't believe you are talking in such a crude manner," she admonished.
Tasuki allowed his amber eyes to fall upon her shocked face for a moment before staring back at the wall. "I have a foul mouth. You can ask Miroku." He cast Kouga a disdainful look before giving the wall his undivided attention.
The kitchen door swung upon and Miroku looked at the trio in confusion. "Exactly what's the problem?"
"Nothing," Tasuki replied as he hopped off the counter and yanked the spoon from Kouga's hands and stirred the concoction in the bowl. It was a mixture of red beans and rice with plenty of Basil leaves and other random things he threw in. He lifted the spoon up for Kagome to try.
Kouga's empty hands fell to his side. What the heck? How did the spoon get out of his hands, into that pyromaniac's hands and into Kagome's mouth?
Muffled murmurs and the rolling of Kagome's eyes in ecstasy were the answer as to her thoughts on the food. Miroku walked over towards her and yanked the spoon out of her mouth and dropped it into the pot. He then took her out of the kitchen towards the dinning table. "Geez, Kagome, if you don't stop eating so much you're going to blow up like a balloon," he teased.
Kagome stepped away from him in a huff. "What? Are you saying I'm fat?" She yelled at him, causing his ears to ring under the abuse.
"Excuse me?" Hotohori demanded, catching the tail end of the conversation as he flipped shut his cell phone. He glared at Miroku as he pulled Kagome possessively towards him. He leaned down and rested his chin upon the crown of Kagome's thick head of hair. "Don't listen to that fool. You're absolutely stunning. Which reminds me, after we move you downstairs, I have a question to ask you."
Kagome smiled up at him, "Sure thing. Let's sit down so I can eat, that's obviously the only thing that's on my mind." She cast Miroku a disdainful glare before settling in the chair Hotohori had pulled out for her.
The front door opened, revealing Nuriko and an excited grin upon his face. He walked towards the dinner table as calmly as possible and sat across from Kagome. He leaned over the table to speak to her directly and ignored everyone else who were staring at him curiously.
"I'm going to America," he declared, his lavender eyes glittering with excitement.
"America? Why?" Kagome inquired as she moved back so that Tasuki could reach across her and place some of the food in the center of the table. His hand brushed past her arm innocently, catching no one's attention but Miroku's.
Sitting beside Kagome, Hotohori's presence demanded acknowledgement. "Are you going after her? You're going to fight for her?" He asked, draping his arm along the back of Kagome's chair. His golden eyes sparked with romantic anticipation.
Nuriku nodded his head excitedly. "Yeah, I've decided she needs to know that I care about her and that Tamahome isn't the only one that can make her happy."
Kouga cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention to his disturbance. "Excuse me for my ignorance, but I thought you were gay."
Lavender eyes locked on him in annoyance. "Look, I appreciate beauty. That doesn't make me gay."
"You are dating Jakotsu. And before you met Miaka, didn't you have a crush on me?" Hotohori ventured logically.
"He has some good points, no da" Chichiri pointed out. As he was passing out the silverware that Tasuki had shoved at him a few moments before.
"Look, I care about Miaka a lot. And besides, Jakotsu and I broke up. He's with a guy by the name of Tomo, he's some sort of theatre major who specializes in illusions." Nuriko explained patiently. He turned back towards Kagome, "So I'd like to talk to you some tonight and get some tips on how I can woe her."
Kagome lips kicked up slightly as she gave a faint nod in response. She placed her spoon into her soupy concoction, but noticed no one else was following suit. "What?"
"You can't help him! He's trying to steal another guy's girl!" Sango cried, looking at Kagome with something that was a cross between anger and disbelief.
"Why shouldn't he? If he cares about her, then she should know. What if he's the one she's supposed to be with and is only with that other guy because he's all she knows." Kagome argued back, dropping her spoon into the bowl and sloshing the substance in the process.
"No arguing at my table!" Tasuki shouted as he glared at Sango and then Kagome, unfortunately his ire had little affect on the latter since his eyes had softened once meeting her blue-grey orbs. "Let's just eat," he sighed defeated as he led the others in consuming the food.
Miroku was staring at his food, his stomach not wanting any in the slightest. He slid his chair away from the table. "I'm going to check up on Inuyasha," he announced as he stood to take his leave.
"Wait!" Kagome cried as she frantically got out of her chair and rushed to his side. She laid a hand gently upon his shoulder before asking softly, "What's wrong? You're not acting like yourself."
A ghost of a smile threatened to cross his lips, but he refused to allow it entrance. "You don't really know what I normally act like." She frowned at his answer and looked about to protest but he cut her off. "I'm fine, I just need to talk to Inuyasha. You enjoy your time with your new friends."
Kagome watched him leave, a frown marring her features before turning to rejoin those new friends at the table. Kouga and Chichiri exchanged meaningful glances. "Don't worry about him, he probably is just having women issues," Kouga told her with a friendly smile across his handsome features.
"Let's just enjoy our meal and one another's company." Chichiri added, gesturing for Kagome to reclaim her seat.
"When I tell you my news you'll forget all about his sour attitude," Hotohori promised, pinching just below her rib cage, and eliciting a giggle from the depressed looking young woman. Kagome could feel the tension leave her at her new friend's effort.
She leaned up and kissed him softly on the cheek. "Thanks, Hotohori," she whispered.
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The television was blaring and the sounds of sword fighting filled the apartment. Miroku followed his ears to the source and discovered Inuyasha sitting on the floor in front of the television with a video game controller in his hand.
"Go away, I don't want to join your friends for some crappy dinner." Inuyasha greeted, not bothering to tear his eyes away from the battle scene on the television. Miroku remained silent and sat on the couch behind his friend.
After a few minutes of silence passed Inuyasha's impatience got the better of him. He hit the pause button and turned back on Miroku. "What's wrong with you? I know you didn't come home just to watch me play Ninja Gaiden."
Miroku's eyes were closed and he made no sign that he even registered that Inuyasha had asked him a question. "Hey, I asked you a question." Inuyasha reminded him as he flipped the power button on the television.
"I heard you." Miroku answered calmly.
"So answer it you stupid, lazy, unholy, worthless excuse for a roommate." Inuyasha growled yanking Miroku's low ponytail.
Miroku snapped his hand against Inuyasha's neck, causing the unfortunate young man to howl in pain. "What was that for?" Inuyasha complained as he rubbed his abused neck.
"Do not pull my hair. And what is wrong is the news I got from the doctor today." Miroku replied, coming to a decision that he should confide in someone.
"You know I won't tell anyone if that's what you are worried about," Inuyasha vowed solemnly, becoming serious in the face of his friend's obvious discomfort.
"I know. It's just, I found out that I'm dying. I've apparently got three months to live, tops."
"Holy shit! Where did you hear this crap? It's obviously a mistake. Did you get a second opinion?" Inuyasha rapid fired some questions as he rose to his feet and began to pacing, the gears in his head turning.
"I think it's right. I've been feeling horrible lately. It explains a lot." Miroku replied angry at Inuyasha for doubting him.
Golden eyes looked at him in concern and Inuyasha did a very un-Inuyasha type thing. He pulled Miroku into his arms and hugged the hell out of him. He then pushed him away just as forcefully sending the poor guy crashing onto the couch. "Let's go out then. You've got a lot of living to do if you've only got a few months to live."
"Where are we going?" Miroku dared to ask, tears building behind his eyes but not showing any outward signs of emotions. Inuyasha may have been a complete bastard, but he was his best friend. He probably meant the most to him out of everyone in his life after Kagome of course.
"We're getting hammered at the bar and then we're getting some bitches and getting hammered again." Inuyasha answered. "I can't believe she thought I was a virgin," he mumbled under his breath as he hauled Miroku off the couch and threw him towards his bedroom. "Now, get dressed. We've a long night ahead of us."
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Suikotsu was still confounded by Miroku's case. He seemed pretty healthy, just a little under the weather. Why his white blood cell count was so low was a mystery. From the looks of the blood work he ran, it was as if he had just under gone some extensive cancer treatment and that chemotherapy had killed half his cells.
"Suikotsu?" Dr. Hong called from the other side of the little office all the doctors used at the ER. It was more of a computer terminal with shelves of reference books for different medical treatments.
"Yes sir, Dr. Hong?" Suikotsu greeted as he stood before the older man.
Dr. Hong held up a few sheets to Suikotsu. "I believe we got our tests crossed young man. I was running some blood tests on a patient of mine that had a severe battle against cancer. I don't expect him to have much more time left, but when I picked up his work, I discovered that I had an incredibly healthy young man who might have had a slight case of the flu."
Suikotsu's mouth fell open at the mistake. He looked at the papers in his hand, really looked. The name in the corner was not that of Miroku, but of a Mitoki of the same last name. "I think I took your paper by mistake."
"I hope you didn't let this poor young man out there thinking he was knocking on heaven or hell's door." Dr. Hong replied as he exchanged papers. "I suggest you call him immediately and explain. Young people tend to be reckless when they think they are about to die."
Suikotsu's hand immediately flew to the small beige corded phone in the office. He typed the number to Inuyasha's apartment. If he remembered correctly, he and Miroku were roommates. The phone rang and rang, but there was no answer. Finally, the answering machine picked up and he left his message explaining everything.
Sighing with relief, Suikotsu packed up his things. He needed to punch out, his shift was obviously driving him to insanity. Besides, his girlfriend had mentioned that her roommate was moving in that night to their new apartment. He had spent the early hours of that morning helping Kikyo move. That's probably why he was making stupid mistakes.
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"I don't understand." Sango repeated as she followed Kagome into her former step-brother's apartment. "Why would you offer that? We don't even like one another."
Kagome scoffed at her. "It's not that we don't like one another. I think it's more that we don't really know anything about one another." The sounds of Tasuki and Hotohori discussing who would carry what drifted to the women's ears from Miroku's bedroom.
Sango bit her lip in contemplation. "I don't know."
Kagome put down the small bag of cans she had picked out of the pantry. She wasn't going to leave the food she spent her money on for that jerk Inuyasha to eat. The lazy bum could buy his own food. She'd be nice though and leave all the crappy Ramen for him. She wasn't a complete Nazi.
"Just consider it. You don't have a place to live with Miaka leaving. I understand why you were so upset about Nuriko's plan, but try and see it from his point of view. But, I digress. I don't like sleeping in a room by myself. I would be more than happy if you and I could share a room."
Sango allowed an uncertain smile to cross her lips. "How will we fit two beds in there?"
"We can both have futons or day beds. It saves space. Besides, I thought I'd be living in a dorm room so that's the type of comforter and sheets I brought." Kagome explained as she set the bag on the counter's edge. "Hm, someone left a message on the machine. Maybe its Miroku saying where he left to. I don't see a note anywhere."
She reached across the divider but in the process knocked over the bag of cans and one of them knocked the cord of the answering machine out of the wall. "Crap!" Kagome complained as she reached to replug the cord. The red button was no longer flashing. "Maybe they'll call back. It couldn't have been that important, right?"
Sango merely shrugged in reply.
"Kagome, you do not seem to have many things," Chichiri pointed out with the bag containing her laptop slung over his shoulder and a large white dog plushie in his other arm.
Kagome found herself laughing at the sight he made. "Stay right there!" She told him as he watched her ran past him curiously. She found Hotohori and Tasuki loading up with her luggage. They each held a duffel bag and Tasuki held her pillow while Hotohori had possession of a backpack. Kagome ran to Hotohori and unzipped the backpack.
"What are you doing?" Hotohori asked as he watched her zip the backpack back up that was strapped across his back. Kagome slapped his butt before pointing the camera in his face and snapping a shot at the look of disbelief that crossed his face.
"Taking pictures," Kagome replied as she snapped another shot of Tasuki as he stood laughing at Hotohori's red face. The flash of the camera seemed to blind him and he toppled over the edge of the bed he was standing beside.
Kagome promptly took another picture of his fallen state before rushing out to snap a shot of Chichiri who was watching her with a puzzled expression as he absently shifted his arms and drew the large white dog closer to him cutely. She caught the Kodak moment and then took the white dog from his hands.
"Will you take a picture of Sango and me?" Kagome asked without waiting for a reply as she stood beside Sango with her arm around her as if they were best friends.
The front door opened, revealing Kouga and Nuriko after having carried down a load already. "Did we miss something?" Kouga asked, seeing the camera in Chichiri's hands and Kagome and Sango with their arms around each other.
"Not at all!" Kagome told him as she ran to him and stood in the middle of the two men in the doorway. She put an arm around each of their shoulders and absently they both slid an arm around her. Nuriko held her just under her arms and Kouga had a tight grip around her waist. "Life me up so we can take a picture." She explained.
So the two frat brothers lifted her about a foot off the ground so that she was closer to their staggering heights and smiled like big hams for the camera. Hotohori emerged from the bedroom just in time to see.
"Kagome, I believe this is your forte. You'll definitely like what I'm asking you tonight." Hotohori explained.
A few minutes later, Miroku and Inuyasha's apartment was locked up and everyone was now in Kagome's new apartment. Kouga was complaining under his breath because Kikyo had claimed the bedroom underneath his.
Hotohori sat at the bar that divided the kitchen from the den. "Kagome, I've got some extra black and white photos sitting in my closet that you could use to decorate."
"That would be great!" Kagome agreed from her spot at the coffee table as it was her team's turn in the Trival Pursuit multimedia game. She, Kouga, Tasuki and Chichiri were one team and the other was Sango, Nuriko, Kikyo, and Suikotsu. The medical student and Kikyo had come home shortly after Kagome's things had been moved in.
"The answer is nine!" Kagome shouted as she moved their piece to the victorious center of the board game.
"That's right, we win!" Kouga answered, crossing his arms in arrogance as he gloated at Nuriko.
"We should give them a different question. That one was too easy," Kikyo complained, if she was anything it was a sore loser. "Everyone knows there are nine ring wraiths in Lord of the Rings."
"We won fair and square, no da. Besides, it is getting late and I have early morning duties to attend to and must call it a night." Chichiri replied. He looked down at his watch worried. He was concerned about where Miroku may have gone. He and Inuyasha were both out without telling any of the others in this room. For them to go on an outing not involving any of the other people in this room it could only mean an outing with ill repute.
Kagome looked at Chichiri who was sitting beside her. Her fingers fell on his knee to gain his attention. "Do you have any idea where Miroku might be? This is the first time since I've been here that he didn't tell me where he was going."
Chichiri could detect the worry in her voice and inwardly frowned when her reply only confirmed his fears. "I'm sure he and Inuyasha are just out on the town," he replied quietly.
Before she could reply, Tasuki had placed his hand on her cheek and forced her to look on her other side at him. "You call me if anything is wrong, okay?"
"Sure," Kagome agreed.
Everyone began to take their leave. Kikyo and Suikotsu were going to his apartment to 'discuss' something. Sango hugged Kagome, as she was ready to leave a bond of friendship forming between them. She promised to be there in the morning with her things.
Kagome would have found herself alone in an unfamiliar apartment if Hotohori hadn't stayed with her. "Want to come see where I live?" He asked offering his arm.
"Sure, and then you'll tell me this great news you have to share, right?" Kagome asked as they walked across the hall into an apartment nearly identical to Miroku's from upstairs, only furnished much nicer. It looked like a home Donald Trump would live within.
Sitting in the corner of the living room, a single light shown down upon an individual who was engrossed in reading a thick book. The book lowered slightly, revealing a pair of amber eyes and a shock of beautiful silvery white hair. The book then rose back up, obscuring Kagome's view of the man.
"That's Sesshoumaru. He is Inuyasha's older brother. Don't worry they are nothing alike." Hotohori explained.
"Thank God for small miracles," Kagome muttered softly, but apparently the stranger caught it for a deep rich laugh answered her comment.
Sesshoumaru set the book aside and rose to his feet and made his way to the pair. His attention was fully focused on Kagome as he allowed his eyes to appraise her critically. Apparently what he saw was satisfactory for a small hint of a smile graced his lips, while the rest of his face seemed to be carved of stone.
He looked at Hotohori after his inspection of Kagome. "This must be the woman you mentioned."
"Yes, this is Kagome," Hotohori agreed.
Sesshoumaru seemed to process the information, once again returning his eyes to Kagome. "Did he ask you yet?"
"Ask me what?" Kagome inquired curiously sharing her attention between the two male models.
"I was asked to do a three week shoot in Paris. I talked with the photographer and I told him about you. And he agreed that if you are as beautiful as I say you are that he would love to have you accompany us and be in the shoot with me." Hotohori explained.
Sesshoumaru turned his back on the two and made his way back to the recliner and his book, apparently uninterested in the conversation.
"What do you mean? You want me to be a model with you? But, I am not model material." Kagome argued.
"It doesn't matter. You're pictures may not be published, but I refused to do the shoot unless you were at least given the opportunity to come along." He took both of Kagome's hands in his and led her to the couch. They sat across from one another and he leaned down to place gentle kisses on her knuckles.
"Kagome, I know we've just met, but it feels like I've been waiting my whole life to meet you. I understand if this is too soon. I just thought it wouldn't hurt to ask." Hotohori replied, his golden eyes searching hers. How was it that his golden eyes were soulful pools of compassion, Sesshoumaru's were molten lava, and Inuyasha's were raging fires. It was amazing how totally different the exact same shade of eyes could be.
"Hotohori, I'm going to tell you something that no one here knows. The real reason I came to Japan." Kagome began she looked over her shoulder towards Sesshoumaru who had set aside his book and was listening intently.
"You too Sesshoumaru, if you promise not to share this with anyone. And I mean anyone." Kagome told both. Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes and tossed her a bored expression before picking his book back up, but he was still listening.
"You have my word that neither I nor Sesshoumaru will betray this trust." Hotohori vowed, earning a snort from Sesshoumaru. He squeezed Kagome's hands again. "You can tell me," his compassionate expression melted her heart. Kagome knew she could trust this young man with even her darkest secrets.
"The reason I came to Japan is not what I told Miroku. I told him I came here, because I was heart broken. I told him that my boyfriend had broken my heart and said terrible things and that I needed to get away from it all." Kagome paused, trying to think of how to word this, but Hotohori caused her thoughts to blank.
Hotohori released the hands he held and wrapped his arms around Kagome, pulling her slight frame into his firm one. He kissed her temple and offered words of comfort. "I'm sure what he said was completely absurd. You are an amazing young woman, don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
Guilt made Kagome choke on a sob as she pulled out of his embrace. She didn't deserve his sympathy. He would probably loathe her soon after she explained. She shook her head. "No, that's not what really happened."
He nodded in understanding; his eyes looked past her for a moment to see Sesshoumaru had set his book aside once more and was giving them his full attention.
"I promise not to compromise this secret," Sesshoumaru interrupted. "We will also refrain from any sort of judgement on your actions."
Kagome offered the strange, otherworldly man a weak smile. "Thank you." She turned her attention back to Hotohori and took his hands within hers this time. "I can not go with you to Paris. It defeats the purpose of my coming to Japan. I came here, because my boyfriend had asked me to marry him. I am not ready for such a commitment. I broke off all ties with him by coming here. I'm not ready to be involved in such a relationship and that's why I can't go with you to Paris."
"I don't understand," Hotohori confessed, searching her blue-grey irises for answers. What did her not wanting to marry her old boyfriend have to do with her going to Paris with him? "I'm not asking you to marry me or anything, just come away with me for a few weeks."
Kagome sighed at him. She had mistaken him for being of higher intelligence. Maybe he was just stubborn. "Hotohori, we've known each other for what, two days? And you're asking me to go somewhere with you for three weeks? That may not be a marriage proposal, but don't you think it's a bit fast?"
"She's right," Sesshoumaru added, drawing the couple's attention. "This relationship between the two of you is evolving too rapidly. I would suggest you not cut ties with one another during the next three weeks but make this simple and try being friends first."
Hotohori looked at his roommate in shock. Then he redirected his attention to Kagome and pulled one of his hands away from hers and ran it through her dark hair enjoying the feel of her silky strands, so similar to the texture of his own hair, slip through his fingers. "He's right. I apologize for being so forward. It is simply rare that I meet a woman that is interested in me for being me and not for my money or looks."
Kagome smirked at him. "Well, your looks certainly gained my attention." She teased.
Sesshoumaru picked his book back up to block the two who were obviously flirting with one another. At least he would have the apartment to himself for a few weeks. Not that he didn't like his roommate, he was probably the only person he could completely tolerate.
"I guess it kind of defeats the purpose of having you move across from me since I'm about to be gone for the next few weeks, huh?" Hotohori replied sheepishly as he flicked his head to send his glorious hair tumbling down his shoulders.
"When do you leave?" Kagome asked, her hand reached up to touch that forbidden waterfall. It was too much to resist the temptation. The feel of the silky texture sent shivers of excitement racing up her arm.
"Day after tomorrow. You should have dinner with us tomorrow night. Sesshoumaru is an excellent cook." Hotohori offered.
Sesshoumaru growled from his chair and tossed his book at his roommate's head. Hotohori caught the novel expertly and set it aside, noting the title Angels & Demons by Dan Brown. It was an interesting choice that he would have to pester the man who liked his privacy so much.
"Do not presume to offer this Sesshoumaru's talent to those that are unworthy."
Kagome's hands flew to her hips as she stood up indignantly and marched her way purposely over to the male model. She raised one hand to poke him hard in the chest, "Watch it buddy, I am not unworthy."
Sesshoumaru calmly pushed her finger away from him by grabbing hold of her wrist and pulling it down to the side. He didn't relinquish his hold as his golden eyes bore into her. "Do not put words into my mouth. I will allow you to dine with us but only you."
"Oh," Kagome answered, finding her throat dry as she continued to stare at the man. He was so beautiful. He and Hotohori were like day and night and yet both were the epitome of perfection.
"Oh?" Sesshoumaru quirked a brow as he released her wrist. "That is all you had to say? I over heard the entire rabble you allowed in your apartment this night. I will not have you inviting such idiots into my home."
"Rabble? But aren't they your friends too?" Kagome asked confused. She looked at Hotohori for answers but he was running his fingers through his hair. It must have been a nervous habit of his. Of course, if she had hair like that she'd be running her fingers through it all the time too.
"Sesshoumaru is picky about whom he associates with. I don't even think he likes any of the other guys in the fraternity, other than myself." Hotohori explained.
Sesshoumaru shrugged as he made his way into the kitchen intending on getting something to drink. "I do not mind Chichiri, he seems rather intelligent." He replied in contradiction.
"I stand corrected," Hotohori winked at Kagome. "He only likes Chichiri and myself. I'll take you back now."
"Actually," Kagome nervously fidgeted.
"Go on, you can ask me anything," Hotohori encouraged.
"I don't want to be alone in that apartment," she replied. The experience she had when she was ten years old haunted her. She had thought she was alone that night so long ago. She was wrong and her life was changed forever because of it, she didn't want a repeat of that night.
"Of course, we can watch movies until the wee hours of the morning until Kikyo returns. How does that sound?" Hotohori offered.
"Don't you have to be at your photo shoot early tomorrow?" Sesshoumaru interrupted. Hotohori frowned. "Ask Tasuki, I over heard him tell you to ask him if you needed anything."
A slight scowl appeared on Hotohori's face at the suggestion, but it disappeared just as quickly. "That's a good idea. I'm sure Kouga wouldn't mind either. Let's leave a note for Kikyo and then I'll take you upstairs."
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Miroku looked down at the bottle in his hands. His vision was swimming before him. Inuyasha was sitting on his left at the bar with a beautiful red head pawning all over him. Miroku shook his head at his friend.
"Say, Inuyasha, I don'th sthink thiss iszz such a good ideeea," Miroku replied, his words slightly slurred in his inebriated state of mind.
"Shut the hell up, Roku and enjoy the hedonistic pleasures of life." Inuyasha replied, casting his best friend an annoyed look. "Besides, that girl over at three o'clock is checking you out."
Miroku squinted. Surely his eyes were doing tricks on him. He gathered what was left of his wits and began to make his way towards the vision.
What was Kagome doing at a place like this?
Did he really care?
Hell no.
Kagome didn't look quite right. Her hair seemed shorter and she seemed to have gained some weight. Also, her complexion wasn't quite as clear as he remembered. And her eyes, he couldn't see the blue-grey that he treasured, for her bangs obscured those lovely gems. He didn't bother examining the discrepancies as his fingers moved to touch her face. She leaned into his touch.
"My little priestess, how wouuuuld yousss likess to come home widdth me tonightss?"
TBC
Oh no!!! Now you are seeing why it's rated R! Inuyasha and Miroku should be ashamed of themselves!!! Poor Hotohori, but hey, he's still hot. And Sango gets a place to live! Isn't that great? I wonder what will happen if Miroku takes home that girl and if Kagome is over at Tasuki and Kouga's right across the hall. That could be troublesome. Review and share your thoughts!
Number One Priority: Chapter 10
The sounds of sizzling meat from the kitchen as well as the aroma of spiced herbs filled the apartment. Laughter rang in Miroku's ears as he sat quietly, meditating on Kouga and Tasuki's balcony. He would have loved to have joined in on the festivities in the kitchen, but there were too many chefs as things were.
He felt someone nudge him in the side. He cracked open a violet eye a sliver to see who dared to disturb him. It was Chichiri with a wide smile across his face. "Something is troubling you, no da?"
Miroku shrugged as he closed his eye once again. He didn't really want to talk to anyone right now. It wasn't every day that you learned that you're about to die. "Are you upset that Kagome is moving downstairs?"
"That certainly isn't helping matters." Miroku replied opening both eyes as he gave up on meditating. Chichiri certainly wouldn't leave him alone now.
Chichiri scratched his head thoughtfully at the remark. "Dinner certainly smells good, does it not?" He asked amiably as he sat beside Miroku on the balcony.
"I suppose. Sounds like they are having fun," A wistful note tilted Miroku's voice. He was a bit jealous at the carefree noises that drifted towards him. He should be the one enjoying Kagome's company, not Hotohori and Tasuki. He'd known her forever. They'd only met her a few days ago.
"You could partake," Chichiri offered, watching the friend beside him carefully. He was worried for him. He was not acting his usual self. For one thing, he had not seen him act his normal lecherous way around women. Granted, he saw that as a good thing, but in Miroku's case it simply wasn't natural.
"They are having plenty of fun without me." Miroku replied as he stood up to re-enter the apartment.
"Does it have anything to do with Sango?" Chichiri asked as he hurried to keep alongside Miroku, who was acting more depressed than he had ever before witnessed.
Miroku shook his head. "She's the least of my worries. Though, she did want me to help her find a place to stay."
"Hey Miroku!" Kagome ran out of the kitchen, flour in her hair and a big grin plastered across her face as she gave Miroku a big hug. She giggled at the mess she made on his clothes. "Hmmm....you look better that way!"
A small smile lifted the corner of his lips when he looked down. He shook his head at Kagome's behavior. "This was my favorite shirt you know," Miroku mourned, sniffling at the great sadness he felt.
A finger was lifted to Kagome's lips as she looked at the mess critically. "I suppose it's a very good thing they invented the washing machine, huh?" She smirked before running her sticky fingers through his hair. "And vegetable oil is the new moose!" She exclaimed before taking off at break neck speed with Miroku hot on her heels.
"Come back here!" Miroku shouted after the delinquent. He caught up with her shortly and wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to the floor. They crashed in a pile onto the forgiving carpet of the apartment. Miroku laughed into her hair, the sound muffled by the raven locks. "Good thing Tasuki made sure the carpet was thick here."
Kagome shifted under his weight and managed to flip over onto her back with him on top of her. She pulled her hands out from under his arms to support herself with them. "You're a heavy boy, mind getting off?"
Miroku could feel his heart racing. Being in such a position with Kagome was driving him more stir-crazy than he could remember being driven by any other female. Why did he have to feel this way about her of all people? It was sick! It was wrong! Why did it feel so damn right?
"Forgive me, honorable priestess." Miroku offered as she rose and extended his hand to help her to her feet.
"No harm done noble monk," Kagome replied as she let him pull her to her feet. Not being able to resist temptation she mused his hair up some more before running past him into the kitchen.
Miroku was left glowering after her. He marched his way to the kitchen determined. He was not prepared to see Kagome attempting to be the peacekeeper between two stubborn young men.
Tasuki sat on the counter in one corner of the kitchen; arms crossed in front of his chest and was looking pointedly away from Kouga. The latter stood at the opposite corner of the kitchen and was staring at the ceiling while twirling a wooden spoon between his fingers.
Kagome stood in between the two and stared at the boiling pot. "Come on you guys, if you won't do it then give me the spoon and I will."
"No, way," Kouga replied putting the spoon behind his back.
"Well I'm not doing it. I suggest you do it. Because I can sit here all fucking night." Tasuki replied.
Kagome gasped at her friend's language, a hand flying to her mouth in astonishment. "Tasuki! I can't believe you are talking in such a crude manner," she admonished.
Tasuki allowed his amber eyes to fall upon her shocked face for a moment before staring back at the wall. "I have a foul mouth. You can ask Miroku." He cast Kouga a disdainful look before giving the wall his undivided attention.
The kitchen door swung upon and Miroku looked at the trio in confusion. "Exactly what's the problem?"
"Nothing," Tasuki replied as he hopped off the counter and yanked the spoon from Kouga's hands and stirred the concoction in the bowl. It was a mixture of red beans and rice with plenty of Basil leaves and other random things he threw in. He lifted the spoon up for Kagome to try.
Kouga's empty hands fell to his side. What the heck? How did the spoon get out of his hands, into that pyromaniac's hands and into Kagome's mouth?
Muffled murmurs and the rolling of Kagome's eyes in ecstasy were the answer as to her thoughts on the food. Miroku walked over towards her and yanked the spoon out of her mouth and dropped it into the pot. He then took her out of the kitchen towards the dinning table. "Geez, Kagome, if you don't stop eating so much you're going to blow up like a balloon," he teased.
Kagome stepped away from him in a huff. "What? Are you saying I'm fat?" She yelled at him, causing his ears to ring under the abuse.
"Excuse me?" Hotohori demanded, catching the tail end of the conversation as he flipped shut his cell phone. He glared at Miroku as he pulled Kagome possessively towards him. He leaned down and rested his chin upon the crown of Kagome's thick head of hair. "Don't listen to that fool. You're absolutely stunning. Which reminds me, after we move you downstairs, I have a question to ask you."
Kagome smiled up at him, "Sure thing. Let's sit down so I can eat, that's obviously the only thing that's on my mind." She cast Miroku a disdainful glare before settling in the chair Hotohori had pulled out for her.
The front door opened, revealing Nuriko and an excited grin upon his face. He walked towards the dinner table as calmly as possible and sat across from Kagome. He leaned over the table to speak to her directly and ignored everyone else who were staring at him curiously.
"I'm going to America," he declared, his lavender eyes glittering with excitement.
"America? Why?" Kagome inquired as she moved back so that Tasuki could reach across her and place some of the food in the center of the table. His hand brushed past her arm innocently, catching no one's attention but Miroku's.
Sitting beside Kagome, Hotohori's presence demanded acknowledgement. "Are you going after her? You're going to fight for her?" He asked, draping his arm along the back of Kagome's chair. His golden eyes sparked with romantic anticipation.
Nuriku nodded his head excitedly. "Yeah, I've decided she needs to know that I care about her and that Tamahome isn't the only one that can make her happy."
Kouga cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention to his disturbance. "Excuse me for my ignorance, but I thought you were gay."
Lavender eyes locked on him in annoyance. "Look, I appreciate beauty. That doesn't make me gay."
"You are dating Jakotsu. And before you met Miaka, didn't you have a crush on me?" Hotohori ventured logically.
"He has some good points, no da" Chichiri pointed out. As he was passing out the silverware that Tasuki had shoved at him a few moments before.
"Look, I care about Miaka a lot. And besides, Jakotsu and I broke up. He's with a guy by the name of Tomo, he's some sort of theatre major who specializes in illusions." Nuriko explained patiently. He turned back towards Kagome, "So I'd like to talk to you some tonight and get some tips on how I can woe her."
Kagome lips kicked up slightly as she gave a faint nod in response. She placed her spoon into her soupy concoction, but noticed no one else was following suit. "What?"
"You can't help him! He's trying to steal another guy's girl!" Sango cried, looking at Kagome with something that was a cross between anger and disbelief.
"Why shouldn't he? If he cares about her, then she should know. What if he's the one she's supposed to be with and is only with that other guy because he's all she knows." Kagome argued back, dropping her spoon into the bowl and sloshing the substance in the process.
"No arguing at my table!" Tasuki shouted as he glared at Sango and then Kagome, unfortunately his ire had little affect on the latter since his eyes had softened once meeting her blue-grey orbs. "Let's just eat," he sighed defeated as he led the others in consuming the food.
Miroku was staring at his food, his stomach not wanting any in the slightest. He slid his chair away from the table. "I'm going to check up on Inuyasha," he announced as he stood to take his leave.
"Wait!" Kagome cried as she frantically got out of her chair and rushed to his side. She laid a hand gently upon his shoulder before asking softly, "What's wrong? You're not acting like yourself."
A ghost of a smile threatened to cross his lips, but he refused to allow it entrance. "You don't really know what I normally act like." She frowned at his answer and looked about to protest but he cut her off. "I'm fine, I just need to talk to Inuyasha. You enjoy your time with your new friends."
Kagome watched him leave, a frown marring her features before turning to rejoin those new friends at the table. Kouga and Chichiri exchanged meaningful glances. "Don't worry about him, he probably is just having women issues," Kouga told her with a friendly smile across his handsome features.
"Let's just enjoy our meal and one another's company." Chichiri added, gesturing for Kagome to reclaim her seat.
"When I tell you my news you'll forget all about his sour attitude," Hotohori promised, pinching just below her rib cage, and eliciting a giggle from the depressed looking young woman. Kagome could feel the tension leave her at her new friend's effort.
She leaned up and kissed him softly on the cheek. "Thanks, Hotohori," she whispered.
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The television was blaring and the sounds of sword fighting filled the apartment. Miroku followed his ears to the source and discovered Inuyasha sitting on the floor in front of the television with a video game controller in his hand.
"Go away, I don't want to join your friends for some crappy dinner." Inuyasha greeted, not bothering to tear his eyes away from the battle scene on the television. Miroku remained silent and sat on the couch behind his friend.
After a few minutes of silence passed Inuyasha's impatience got the better of him. He hit the pause button and turned back on Miroku. "What's wrong with you? I know you didn't come home just to watch me play Ninja Gaiden."
Miroku's eyes were closed and he made no sign that he even registered that Inuyasha had asked him a question. "Hey, I asked you a question." Inuyasha reminded him as he flipped the power button on the television.
"I heard you." Miroku answered calmly.
"So answer it you stupid, lazy, unholy, worthless excuse for a roommate." Inuyasha growled yanking Miroku's low ponytail.
Miroku snapped his hand against Inuyasha's neck, causing the unfortunate young man to howl in pain. "What was that for?" Inuyasha complained as he rubbed his abused neck.
"Do not pull my hair. And what is wrong is the news I got from the doctor today." Miroku replied, coming to a decision that he should confide in someone.
"You know I won't tell anyone if that's what you are worried about," Inuyasha vowed solemnly, becoming serious in the face of his friend's obvious discomfort.
"I know. It's just, I found out that I'm dying. I've apparently got three months to live, tops."
"Holy shit! Where did you hear this crap? It's obviously a mistake. Did you get a second opinion?" Inuyasha rapid fired some questions as he rose to his feet and began to pacing, the gears in his head turning.
"I think it's right. I've been feeling horrible lately. It explains a lot." Miroku replied angry at Inuyasha for doubting him.
Golden eyes looked at him in concern and Inuyasha did a very un-Inuyasha type thing. He pulled Miroku into his arms and hugged the hell out of him. He then pushed him away just as forcefully sending the poor guy crashing onto the couch. "Let's go out then. You've got a lot of living to do if you've only got a few months to live."
"Where are we going?" Miroku dared to ask, tears building behind his eyes but not showing any outward signs of emotions. Inuyasha may have been a complete bastard, but he was his best friend. He probably meant the most to him out of everyone in his life after Kagome of course.
"We're getting hammered at the bar and then we're getting some bitches and getting hammered again." Inuyasha answered. "I can't believe she thought I was a virgin," he mumbled under his breath as he hauled Miroku off the couch and threw him towards his bedroom. "Now, get dressed. We've a long night ahead of us."
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Suikotsu was still confounded by Miroku's case. He seemed pretty healthy, just a little under the weather. Why his white blood cell count was so low was a mystery. From the looks of the blood work he ran, it was as if he had just under gone some extensive cancer treatment and that chemotherapy had killed half his cells.
"Suikotsu?" Dr. Hong called from the other side of the little office all the doctors used at the ER. It was more of a computer terminal with shelves of reference books for different medical treatments.
"Yes sir, Dr. Hong?" Suikotsu greeted as he stood before the older man.
Dr. Hong held up a few sheets to Suikotsu. "I believe we got our tests crossed young man. I was running some blood tests on a patient of mine that had a severe battle against cancer. I don't expect him to have much more time left, but when I picked up his work, I discovered that I had an incredibly healthy young man who might have had a slight case of the flu."
Suikotsu's mouth fell open at the mistake. He looked at the papers in his hand, really looked. The name in the corner was not that of Miroku, but of a Mitoki of the same last name. "I think I took your paper by mistake."
"I hope you didn't let this poor young man out there thinking he was knocking on heaven or hell's door." Dr. Hong replied as he exchanged papers. "I suggest you call him immediately and explain. Young people tend to be reckless when they think they are about to die."
Suikotsu's hand immediately flew to the small beige corded phone in the office. He typed the number to Inuyasha's apartment. If he remembered correctly, he and Miroku were roommates. The phone rang and rang, but there was no answer. Finally, the answering machine picked up and he left his message explaining everything.
Sighing with relief, Suikotsu packed up his things. He needed to punch out, his shift was obviously driving him to insanity. Besides, his girlfriend had mentioned that her roommate was moving in that night to their new apartment. He had spent the early hours of that morning helping Kikyo move. That's probably why he was making stupid mistakes.
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"I don't understand." Sango repeated as she followed Kagome into her former step-brother's apartment. "Why would you offer that? We don't even like one another."
Kagome scoffed at her. "It's not that we don't like one another. I think it's more that we don't really know anything about one another." The sounds of Tasuki and Hotohori discussing who would carry what drifted to the women's ears from Miroku's bedroom.
Sango bit her lip in contemplation. "I don't know."
Kagome put down the small bag of cans she had picked out of the pantry. She wasn't going to leave the food she spent her money on for that jerk Inuyasha to eat. The lazy bum could buy his own food. She'd be nice though and leave all the crappy Ramen for him. She wasn't a complete Nazi.
"Just consider it. You don't have a place to live with Miaka leaving. I understand why you were so upset about Nuriko's plan, but try and see it from his point of view. But, I digress. I don't like sleeping in a room by myself. I would be more than happy if you and I could share a room."
Sango allowed an uncertain smile to cross her lips. "How will we fit two beds in there?"
"We can both have futons or day beds. It saves space. Besides, I thought I'd be living in a dorm room so that's the type of comforter and sheets I brought." Kagome explained as she set the bag on the counter's edge. "Hm, someone left a message on the machine. Maybe its Miroku saying where he left to. I don't see a note anywhere."
She reached across the divider but in the process knocked over the bag of cans and one of them knocked the cord of the answering machine out of the wall. "Crap!" Kagome complained as she reached to replug the cord. The red button was no longer flashing. "Maybe they'll call back. It couldn't have been that important, right?"
Sango merely shrugged in reply.
"Kagome, you do not seem to have many things," Chichiri pointed out with the bag containing her laptop slung over his shoulder and a large white dog plushie in his other arm.
Kagome found herself laughing at the sight he made. "Stay right there!" She told him as he watched her ran past him curiously. She found Hotohori and Tasuki loading up with her luggage. They each held a duffel bag and Tasuki held her pillow while Hotohori had possession of a backpack. Kagome ran to Hotohori and unzipped the backpack.
"What are you doing?" Hotohori asked as he watched her zip the backpack back up that was strapped across his back. Kagome slapped his butt before pointing the camera in his face and snapping a shot at the look of disbelief that crossed his face.
"Taking pictures," Kagome replied as she snapped another shot of Tasuki as he stood laughing at Hotohori's red face. The flash of the camera seemed to blind him and he toppled over the edge of the bed he was standing beside.
Kagome promptly took another picture of his fallen state before rushing out to snap a shot of Chichiri who was watching her with a puzzled expression as he absently shifted his arms and drew the large white dog closer to him cutely. She caught the Kodak moment and then took the white dog from his hands.
"Will you take a picture of Sango and me?" Kagome asked without waiting for a reply as she stood beside Sango with her arm around her as if they were best friends.
The front door opened, revealing Kouga and Nuriko after having carried down a load already. "Did we miss something?" Kouga asked, seeing the camera in Chichiri's hands and Kagome and Sango with their arms around each other.
"Not at all!" Kagome told him as she ran to him and stood in the middle of the two men in the doorway. She put an arm around each of their shoulders and absently they both slid an arm around her. Nuriko held her just under her arms and Kouga had a tight grip around her waist. "Life me up so we can take a picture." She explained.
So the two frat brothers lifted her about a foot off the ground so that she was closer to their staggering heights and smiled like big hams for the camera. Hotohori emerged from the bedroom just in time to see.
"Kagome, I believe this is your forte. You'll definitely like what I'm asking you tonight." Hotohori explained.
A few minutes later, Miroku and Inuyasha's apartment was locked up and everyone was now in Kagome's new apartment. Kouga was complaining under his breath because Kikyo had claimed the bedroom underneath his.
Hotohori sat at the bar that divided the kitchen from the den. "Kagome, I've got some extra black and white photos sitting in my closet that you could use to decorate."
"That would be great!" Kagome agreed from her spot at the coffee table as it was her team's turn in the Trival Pursuit multimedia game. She, Kouga, Tasuki and Chichiri were one team and the other was Sango, Nuriko, Kikyo, and Suikotsu. The medical student and Kikyo had come home shortly after Kagome's things had been moved in.
"The answer is nine!" Kagome shouted as she moved their piece to the victorious center of the board game.
"That's right, we win!" Kouga answered, crossing his arms in arrogance as he gloated at Nuriko.
"We should give them a different question. That one was too easy," Kikyo complained, if she was anything it was a sore loser. "Everyone knows there are nine ring wraiths in Lord of the Rings."
"We won fair and square, no da. Besides, it is getting late and I have early morning duties to attend to and must call it a night." Chichiri replied. He looked down at his watch worried. He was concerned about where Miroku may have gone. He and Inuyasha were both out without telling any of the others in this room. For them to go on an outing not involving any of the other people in this room it could only mean an outing with ill repute.
Kagome looked at Chichiri who was sitting beside her. Her fingers fell on his knee to gain his attention. "Do you have any idea where Miroku might be? This is the first time since I've been here that he didn't tell me where he was going."
Chichiri could detect the worry in her voice and inwardly frowned when her reply only confirmed his fears. "I'm sure he and Inuyasha are just out on the town," he replied quietly.
Before she could reply, Tasuki had placed his hand on her cheek and forced her to look on her other side at him. "You call me if anything is wrong, okay?"
"Sure," Kagome agreed.
Everyone began to take their leave. Kikyo and Suikotsu were going to his apartment to 'discuss' something. Sango hugged Kagome, as she was ready to leave a bond of friendship forming between them. She promised to be there in the morning with her things.
Kagome would have found herself alone in an unfamiliar apartment if Hotohori hadn't stayed with her. "Want to come see where I live?" He asked offering his arm.
"Sure, and then you'll tell me this great news you have to share, right?" Kagome asked as they walked across the hall into an apartment nearly identical to Miroku's from upstairs, only furnished much nicer. It looked like a home Donald Trump would live within.
Sitting in the corner of the living room, a single light shown down upon an individual who was engrossed in reading a thick book. The book lowered slightly, revealing a pair of amber eyes and a shock of beautiful silvery white hair. The book then rose back up, obscuring Kagome's view of the man.
"That's Sesshoumaru. He is Inuyasha's older brother. Don't worry they are nothing alike." Hotohori explained.
"Thank God for small miracles," Kagome muttered softly, but apparently the stranger caught it for a deep rich laugh answered her comment.
Sesshoumaru set the book aside and rose to his feet and made his way to the pair. His attention was fully focused on Kagome as he allowed his eyes to appraise her critically. Apparently what he saw was satisfactory for a small hint of a smile graced his lips, while the rest of his face seemed to be carved of stone.
He looked at Hotohori after his inspection of Kagome. "This must be the woman you mentioned."
"Yes, this is Kagome," Hotohori agreed.
Sesshoumaru seemed to process the information, once again returning his eyes to Kagome. "Did he ask you yet?"
"Ask me what?" Kagome inquired curiously sharing her attention between the two male models.
"I was asked to do a three week shoot in Paris. I talked with the photographer and I told him about you. And he agreed that if you are as beautiful as I say you are that he would love to have you accompany us and be in the shoot with me." Hotohori explained.
Sesshoumaru turned his back on the two and made his way back to the recliner and his book, apparently uninterested in the conversation.
"What do you mean? You want me to be a model with you? But, I am not model material." Kagome argued.
"It doesn't matter. You're pictures may not be published, but I refused to do the shoot unless you were at least given the opportunity to come along." He took both of Kagome's hands in his and led her to the couch. They sat across from one another and he leaned down to place gentle kisses on her knuckles.
"Kagome, I know we've just met, but it feels like I've been waiting my whole life to meet you. I understand if this is too soon. I just thought it wouldn't hurt to ask." Hotohori replied, his golden eyes searching hers. How was it that his golden eyes were soulful pools of compassion, Sesshoumaru's were molten lava, and Inuyasha's were raging fires. It was amazing how totally different the exact same shade of eyes could be.
"Hotohori, I'm going to tell you something that no one here knows. The real reason I came to Japan." Kagome began she looked over her shoulder towards Sesshoumaru who had set aside his book and was listening intently.
"You too Sesshoumaru, if you promise not to share this with anyone. And I mean anyone." Kagome told both. Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes and tossed her a bored expression before picking his book back up, but he was still listening.
"You have my word that neither I nor Sesshoumaru will betray this trust." Hotohori vowed, earning a snort from Sesshoumaru. He squeezed Kagome's hands again. "You can tell me," his compassionate expression melted her heart. Kagome knew she could trust this young man with even her darkest secrets.
"The reason I came to Japan is not what I told Miroku. I told him I came here, because I was heart broken. I told him that my boyfriend had broken my heart and said terrible things and that I needed to get away from it all." Kagome paused, trying to think of how to word this, but Hotohori caused her thoughts to blank.
Hotohori released the hands he held and wrapped his arms around Kagome, pulling her slight frame into his firm one. He kissed her temple and offered words of comfort. "I'm sure what he said was completely absurd. You are an amazing young woman, don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
Guilt made Kagome choke on a sob as she pulled out of his embrace. She didn't deserve his sympathy. He would probably loathe her soon after she explained. She shook her head. "No, that's not what really happened."
He nodded in understanding; his eyes looked past her for a moment to see Sesshoumaru had set his book aside once more and was giving them his full attention.
"I promise not to compromise this secret," Sesshoumaru interrupted. "We will also refrain from any sort of judgement on your actions."
Kagome offered the strange, otherworldly man a weak smile. "Thank you." She turned her attention back to Hotohori and took his hands within hers this time. "I can not go with you to Paris. It defeats the purpose of my coming to Japan. I came here, because my boyfriend had asked me to marry him. I am not ready for such a commitment. I broke off all ties with him by coming here. I'm not ready to be involved in such a relationship and that's why I can't go with you to Paris."
"I don't understand," Hotohori confessed, searching her blue-grey irises for answers. What did her not wanting to marry her old boyfriend have to do with her going to Paris with him? "I'm not asking you to marry me or anything, just come away with me for a few weeks."
Kagome sighed at him. She had mistaken him for being of higher intelligence. Maybe he was just stubborn. "Hotohori, we've known each other for what, two days? And you're asking me to go somewhere with you for three weeks? That may not be a marriage proposal, but don't you think it's a bit fast?"
"She's right," Sesshoumaru added, drawing the couple's attention. "This relationship between the two of you is evolving too rapidly. I would suggest you not cut ties with one another during the next three weeks but make this simple and try being friends first."
Hotohori looked at his roommate in shock. Then he redirected his attention to Kagome and pulled one of his hands away from hers and ran it through her dark hair enjoying the feel of her silky strands, so similar to the texture of his own hair, slip through his fingers. "He's right. I apologize for being so forward. It is simply rare that I meet a woman that is interested in me for being me and not for my money or looks."
Kagome smirked at him. "Well, your looks certainly gained my attention." She teased.
Sesshoumaru picked his book back up to block the two who were obviously flirting with one another. At least he would have the apartment to himself for a few weeks. Not that he didn't like his roommate, he was probably the only person he could completely tolerate.
"I guess it kind of defeats the purpose of having you move across from me since I'm about to be gone for the next few weeks, huh?" Hotohori replied sheepishly as he flicked his head to send his glorious hair tumbling down his shoulders.
"When do you leave?" Kagome asked, her hand reached up to touch that forbidden waterfall. It was too much to resist the temptation. The feel of the silky texture sent shivers of excitement racing up her arm.
"Day after tomorrow. You should have dinner with us tomorrow night. Sesshoumaru is an excellent cook." Hotohori offered.
Sesshoumaru growled from his chair and tossed his book at his roommate's head. Hotohori caught the novel expertly and set it aside, noting the title Angels & Demons by Dan Brown. It was an interesting choice that he would have to pester the man who liked his privacy so much.
"Do not presume to offer this Sesshoumaru's talent to those that are unworthy."
Kagome's hands flew to her hips as she stood up indignantly and marched her way purposely over to the male model. She raised one hand to poke him hard in the chest, "Watch it buddy, I am not unworthy."
Sesshoumaru calmly pushed her finger away from him by grabbing hold of her wrist and pulling it down to the side. He didn't relinquish his hold as his golden eyes bore into her. "Do not put words into my mouth. I will allow you to dine with us but only you."
"Oh," Kagome answered, finding her throat dry as she continued to stare at the man. He was so beautiful. He and Hotohori were like day and night and yet both were the epitome of perfection.
"Oh?" Sesshoumaru quirked a brow as he released her wrist. "That is all you had to say? I over heard the entire rabble you allowed in your apartment this night. I will not have you inviting such idiots into my home."
"Rabble? But aren't they your friends too?" Kagome asked confused. She looked at Hotohori for answers but he was running his fingers through his hair. It must have been a nervous habit of his. Of course, if she had hair like that she'd be running her fingers through it all the time too.
"Sesshoumaru is picky about whom he associates with. I don't even think he likes any of the other guys in the fraternity, other than myself." Hotohori explained.
Sesshoumaru shrugged as he made his way into the kitchen intending on getting something to drink. "I do not mind Chichiri, he seems rather intelligent." He replied in contradiction.
"I stand corrected," Hotohori winked at Kagome. "He only likes Chichiri and myself. I'll take you back now."
"Actually," Kagome nervously fidgeted.
"Go on, you can ask me anything," Hotohori encouraged.
"I don't want to be alone in that apartment," she replied. The experience she had when she was ten years old haunted her. She had thought she was alone that night so long ago. She was wrong and her life was changed forever because of it, she didn't want a repeat of that night.
"Of course, we can watch movies until the wee hours of the morning until Kikyo returns. How does that sound?" Hotohori offered.
"Don't you have to be at your photo shoot early tomorrow?" Sesshoumaru interrupted. Hotohori frowned. "Ask Tasuki, I over heard him tell you to ask him if you needed anything."
A slight scowl appeared on Hotohori's face at the suggestion, but it disappeared just as quickly. "That's a good idea. I'm sure Kouga wouldn't mind either. Let's leave a note for Kikyo and then I'll take you upstairs."
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Miroku looked down at the bottle in his hands. His vision was swimming before him. Inuyasha was sitting on his left at the bar with a beautiful red head pawning all over him. Miroku shook his head at his friend.
"Say, Inuyasha, I don'th sthink thiss iszz such a good ideeea," Miroku replied, his words slightly slurred in his inebriated state of mind.
"Shut the hell up, Roku and enjoy the hedonistic pleasures of life." Inuyasha replied, casting his best friend an annoyed look. "Besides, that girl over at three o'clock is checking you out."
Miroku squinted. Surely his eyes were doing tricks on him. He gathered what was left of his wits and began to make his way towards the vision.
What was Kagome doing at a place like this?
Did he really care?
Hell no.
Kagome didn't look quite right. Her hair seemed shorter and she seemed to have gained some weight. Also, her complexion wasn't quite as clear as he remembered. And her eyes, he couldn't see the blue-grey that he treasured, for her bangs obscured those lovely gems. He didn't bother examining the discrepancies as his fingers moved to touch her face. She leaned into his touch.
"My little priestess, how wouuuuld yousss likess to come home widdth me tonightss?"
TBC
Oh no!!! Now you are seeing why it's rated R! Inuyasha and Miroku should be ashamed of themselves!!! Poor Hotohori, but hey, he's still hot. And Sango gets a place to live! Isn't that great? I wonder what will happen if Miroku takes home that girl and if Kagome is over at Tasuki and Kouga's right across the hall. That could be troublesome. Review and share your thoughts!