Inferno 6 Chapter 6: wall of lies, an inuyasha fanfic

Inferno Six

Disclaimer- You know the deal…I do not own Inuyasha, any of its characters…not even the fine Miroku…

Six: Wall of Lies

Inuyasha's growling stomach finally woke him up after a night and half a day of complete sleep. His body bolted up like a gun and he opened his eyes to the foreign room before him. His hands clutched onto the bed sheets and he quickly scanned the room. It did not take long before he realized the cool draft from beneath the mountain of blankets. He looked down and realized he was down to his boxers. And all his wounds had been cleaned and bandaged. What had happened last night?

Inuyasha:

Last night? What happened last night? Blood…that sounds too familiar…that feels too real. Right, the fight. Onigumo and Kouga. The bastards…I don't know which one I hated more—Kouga or Onigumo. I'd like to pound both their faces in. Little assholes! It was supposed to be safe between the two groups…after the death of Yumi…it was all supposed to be done. But Onigumo just couldn't let it go. I shouldn't be shocked. I mean if it was my girl, I'd be fucked in the head. Then again, I've never fallen in love before so I wouldn't know what its like to get your heart sliced and then burned.

I've got to concentrate…I've got to figure out where the hell I am. Okay, think. What happened after the fight broke out. The police came and the party was cut short. But I was hit…hard…on the back and I got dizzy….but I've been dizzy throughout the fight. It was like something was eating at my head…it was so sudden…SHIT! Kanna! I started feeling like this after I had that coke…but how did she drug it if I drank it before I met up with her? But she was always so fucking sly…

Whatever, I cant think about that. I need a shirt, shit, I need pants! Where are they? Wait a minute…

Inuyasha reached over in agitation for his pants and realized then that he was in a girl's room. It hadn't occurred to him at first because the room looked androgynous—plain white walls, hardwood dresser, desk, and bed. But as his mind began to think clearer, he surveyed the room with a better perspective. There were a couple stuffed animals here and there, hidden from view in the corners but still visible. Then, there was a poster of Colin Farrell to the right side which suggested it either belonged to a fan or a really gay guy. Inuyasha shuddered, hoping it wasn't the latter of the two. He threw the blankets off his body, despite his urge for warmth and hopped off the bed, continually searching for signs of the identity of the owner. It occurred to him then that some stranger off the street had taken him here against his will…okay so he was unconscious and beaten from the fight…but still, who in the right mind would bring a total stranger to their house and care for them as if they knew them? For all they knew, Inuyasha could have been some axe murderer, part of the KKK, a Bush supporter, or a gang leader. Inuyasha smirked and ruffled through the strangers books and magazines which revealed that she was a college student and loved to read Cosmopolitan. That wasn't much help, Inuyasha muttered. He put on his shirt and glided across the room to the stranger's dresser. She seemed too neat for him. Everything had its own proper place and surprisingly her makeup (though there was barely anything) was all assorted by shape and color. Inuyasha had to laugh. He reached for the perfume and smelled it. He quickly did a double take and smelled it again. Funny, he thought, that smell is too familiar. But Inuyasha just couldn't put his finger on it. He turned the perfume to its rightful place and headed for her closet which was across the room, beyond the partition. Inuyasha had not noticed it at first, but there was a small partition that divided the room in half. Inuyasha pushed the partition aside and was surprised to see the room on the other side. It was the complete opposite of his captors. Clothes were everywhere. Inuyasha had to push through the jungle of jeans and shirts to reach the closet, which, he guessed, the two shared.

Who are these people? Inuyasha felt a little creeped out. Not only was he in a home he never set foot in but he did not know these people. Inuyasha began to paint a mental image of the Good Samaritan in his mind but kept conjuring the faces of old girlfriends. Inuyasha looked around and wondered whether they had used him in some sick perverted little fantasy. I mean …good looking…guy unconscious on the back alley of a night club might seem pretty tempting to a couple of lonely college girls. Inuyasha wasn't sure whether to feel turned on or freaked out. He concluded that he better leave before he finds out it's a couple of transvestites. He jetted past the junkyard room and headed for the door. Bu t before he could open it, he slowly swung open on its own. Inuyasha stood still, ready to attack. The instinct was all too natural for him. He held up his arms, prepared to grab the head if need be. It would only take a second for him to snap it in two. The door continued to open and Inuyasha slid to the side to let the stranger in. The door was completely open now and Inuyasha watched as she stepped in.

He held his breath and he leaped forward and took hold of her. She screamed and they both landed on the bed. With a quick sweep, he held onto her hands and waited for her to speak…

"Inuyasha…"

Inuyasha was stunned when he recognized the voice which belonged to no one other than Kagome. In shock, he forgot to let go of her hands but it did not matter because she was quick on her feet too. She quickly reversed the hold on her hand after she felt him loosen his grip and kicked his feet so that he doubled back and was on his back. Then, with his hands still on hers, she kicked her feet over him and placed his hands over his head. If anyone happened to go in…it wouldn't look too innocent. Kagome now on Inuyasha's stomach, looking down at him as she remained transfixed on the bed, paralyzed.

"Kagome?" he asked, wondering if this was a dream.

"I see that you've recovered…I cleaned up all your wounds. Sorry, I left you here alone…" she sad softly.

Inuyasha, still stunned, forgot all about finding out how he got here, and was concentrating on Kagome on top of him and clutching his hands. He had the urge to just reach up and kiss her. But he restrained himself and focused on her darting brown eyes as they locked onto his.

"Thank you," he finally said.

"Inuyasha, can I ask you something…" she asked hesitantly. He looked up at her and dread crept over his fantasy in his head.

Shit, how was he going to explain the fight and Kouga and how he was in a gang. How could he lie to her?

He nodded and waited for her question in quiet fear.

"Inuyasha, why did those gang members beat up on you?" Inuyasha looked at her wide eyed.

"I mean, I was so frightened when I saw you there on the street. I mean to beat up on some random guy on the street." Inuyasha looked puzzled. Thank God, she thought he wasn't involved…

"Unless…unless you were involved in some way…" he sputtered. Inuyasha gulped.

"Tell me you weren't involved…"

"I wasn't," was all Inuyasha said before Kagome looked up and realized she was still pinning him onto the bed.

She laughed out of embarrassment and took her hands off his and then slowly got off him and sat on her bed, her feet tucked under her and she watched him get up slowly and then sit across from her.

Actually, Inuyasha was a little disappointed. He didn't mind the position at all.

"I'm sorry for getting you in all this mess," Inuyasha said, bowing his head. He was never one to apologize for anything not even if it was his fault. Was he getting soft? Is this whom Onigumo turned into? A pathetic pile of shit?

"Inuyasha, don't be. You were hurt. I couldn't just leave you there. I'm glad I was there."

Inuyasha looked up startled, "Why were you there?"

Kagome looked down and started playing with the lone thread which had come undone from her blanket. She pulled at it as she talked. Inuyasha knew she was hiding something.

"I was…it was nothing. I was talking to some guy. I felt kind of sick and he helped me…I think…out."

Inuyasha could tell by her mindless rambling she wasn't telling him everything but he didn't push it.

"I see. I'm glad you weren't hurt by those…er…gang….people…" Inuyasha felt like such a hypocrite.

"Yeah, me too. I was so scared…I really didn't know what to do," she chuckled," I was holding my cellphone so tight in my hands, it practically was carving itself into my skin," she held up her hand and showed him where she had pierced herself with the cell phone, "but I was so afraid to call in case they heard me…in case I made things worse. So I waited…and I waited too long…" she looked down again and this time leaped forward and into his arms. Inuyasha surprised, just watched as she cried into his shirt.

He cautiously placed a hand on her shoulder in comfort, "Kagome, why are you crying?"

"If I hadn't waited so long, you wouldn't have been hurt!" she cried out. Inuyasha smiled knowing how much she cared but secretly wishing she had called sooner…

"It's okay Kagome, really. I'm fine. I don't die."

Kagome looked up and smiled, "Inuyasha, we all die…"

"Not me. I'm going to live forever," Kagome nodded and continued to embrace him. Inuyasha didn't mind.

Sango paced back and forth, contemplating over the last night's events. She had told Kagome she went home for the day. She looked around at the dank cold ceiling and wished she had gone home. Too much shit happened last night that wasn't supposed to. The gang wars were supposed to be on a stand-still after that Yumi chick's head was pounded by a 45. But, nothing was ever peaceful for too long.

She continued to pace back and forth before she dizzied herself and she was forced to sit on the couch and wait. The building was a fifteen story structure which used to be a fine hotel in its glory days, cerca 1940. But, after years of neglect and a dozen bankruptcies, the hotel was discarded and labeled an unsafe building structure. About a decade ago, it served as a newfound purpose. It welcomed its new inhabitants with no running water and staircase that would give in at any give day if one was not careful. However, through the course of that decade, the new inhabitants decided to reawaken the old hotel and turn it into a mansion. So, they worked tirelessly—fixing the plumbing, redoing the floors. They got the money through a couple of means, all of them illegal. But, in time, the place began to look like its old self. Now, it houses the majority of The Trinity.

Sango sighed and looked at the door to the Trinity's infirmary. She had called her brother that night quite sure something was going down. She saw it on Miroku's face. She sensed it in the air. She touched her temple and massaged it to stop the throbbing. It was then that she felt a hand on her shoulder. She shuddered at first but leaned back and relaxed when she realized it was only Miroku.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey," he held her tight and placed a hand on her forehead, "You getting a cold?"

"No, I'm just a little tired and hot."

"You just need sleep."

"Is Kohaku okay?" she asked, concern on her face.

"He's good. A couple cuts and bruises. The guy's tough."

"And Kouga?"

Miroku was silent for a moment and finally said, "He'll live."

Sango got up suddenly and looked at Miroku, who looked equally tired, bandages throughout his face, "You shouldn't be here. They don't like foreigners."

"I'm an Inferno, they'll learn to deal."

Sango smirked, he was such a cocky bastard, "Does anyone know?"

He shook his head.

"Not even Inuyasha? I thought for sure he's figure you out quick."

"I thought so too but I've been hiding it so well."

"You know he's going to kick your ass when he finds out your girlfriend is part of The Trinity."

Miroku smiled, "I can take him on."

Sango grinned and leaned in for a sweet kiss.

Kagome rose from within Inuyasha's grasp and chuckled, "God, I'm such a girl."

Inuyasha laughed and wished he could stay like this with her forever but knew that was impossible. He stared at her one last time as she wiped at her tears and tried to laugh off her breakdown before rising up from the bed. He reached for his jacket on the chair beside the bed. He felt a tug at his sleeve and saw Kagome calling to him.

"Where are you going? Aren't you hungry? Do you want me to fix you something? I can't let you go out there…you might still be hurt," she rambled. Inuyasha grinned and continued to put on his jacket.

"Don't worry about me. I've been through worse."

"You have?"

He bit his lip and turned to face the door, "I'll be seeing you. Maybe we can talk books next time we meet. And Kagome…"

"Yeah?"

"I really am sorry…" Inuyasha exited the door and walked himself out. He was really hungry…after all…it had been his stomach which had woken him up. But, he knew he couldn't stay there. It was too good there. He wasn't worth the care.

He jumped down the steps in long strides and headed out the apartment complex, wondering where he should go first—the Inferno hangout or Trinity. He decided to head out to Trinity and take his chances. They couldn't stop him from asking the questions he wanted answers anyways. Despite the fact he was pretty young for a gang leader, he was still a gang leader. They would have to listen to him. He wasn't afraid to fight.

Inuyasha stared out at the rundown hotel Trinity had claimed as their fortress of solitude and chuckled. It was the product of a decade of pure man power. He had only stepped inside a couple times, once during the gang wars when an alliance (which was now broken) had formed and second when Yumi had died. It felt quite odd stepping inside it a third time. It felt too familiar. That was never good.

He listened to the scraping of his sneakers as they made their way towards the steps. Inuyasha stared at the door for a few seconds before entering. He should have knocked or rang a fucking doorbell because once his foot touched Trinity soil, he was ambushed—surrounded by second class thugs eager to taste their first kill. Of course, they hadn't expected to see Inuyasha. They reluctantly backed off and watched him for a few seconds as he stood from the floor. They had kneed him down so he was forced on the ground.

"Good to see you all too."

"What do you want, Inferno?"

"I came to see Kouga."

"Who the fuck is Kouga?"

Inuyasha rolled his eyes, certain they didn't know anything that had happened last night.

"Look let me talk to someone who knows or get the fuck out of my way!" he threatened.

"We can't do that," one of them stuttered.

Inuyasha was starting to get pissed off. He had a few hours of rest and was ready to rumble. Inuyasha signaled for the guy to come forward. He looked around at his buddies for a suggestion but all of them turned away, half in fear and half in confusion.

The guy was as tall as Inuyasha and was as thin as a board. He approached Inuyasha with caution. Inuyasha watched him attentively and smiled. He quickly punched him in the nose. The punch was so quick that the guy had no time to react. Blood began to gush down his nose. He threw his hands over his face to stop the bleeding but instead toppled to the floor.

"Shit! By nose!" he screamed, "Wha da buck you do dat for?!!" he whaled. Inuyasha was bored. He did feel a little bad.

"Inuyasha…already picking on people weaker than you?" he heard a voice say from atop the stairs. He looked up and was not happy to see the guy from last night. He had dark brown hair which matched his equally dark eyes. He appeared to be younger than Inuyasha.

"You again!" Inuyasha screamed, "Where's Kouga?"

He casually leaned against the wall and folded him arms, "He's around."

"Cut the shit! Just hand him over!"

The guy chuckled and headed down the stairs, "Don't worry, he's recovering."

Inuyasha watched him approach the group in a sly confident glide that drove Inuyasha crazy. He hated arrogance.

"Go get this guy out of here. We just cleaned this floor!" he yelled. A group of guys quickly carried the guy in the hall without a word.

"My name is Kohaku. Leader of Trinity district 5."

Inuyasha watched him as he raised his hand for a shake. Inuyasha reluctantly shook his hand and looked down the hall where they had carried the guy he beat up.

"You probably broke his nose. They aren't good to me if they only have four senses."

"Just bring me to Kouga so I can carry his lame ass out of here."

"Let me guess. Patience isn't one of your strong traits," he snickered. Inuyasha grew angrier. Kohaku sensed the fumes coming out his head and quickly told him Kouga would be okay and that he should come back in a day or so.

"No way!"

"Fine, take him. Let him bleed to death."

Inuyasha remained silent.

Kohaku stared at him for a few moments and smiled, "We've all noticed a change in you Inuyasha. You've turned a little soft. Is it a girl?" Inuyasha did not answer.

"I see. Well, since you aren't one for chitchat, I was told to tell you that Miroku is here."

Inuyasha snapped to, "Miroku?"

"Yeah, the walking talking pervert."

Why is he here?"

Kohaku opened his mouth to speak but thought the better of it. He had promised his sister he would not tell despite the urge to. Telling would lead to too much drama. He wasn't a dramatic guy. Besides, it was against the gang code to have a relationship with an affiliate gang member. He didn't want to hurt his sister. Maybe Miroku but not Sango.

"He's in the infirmary down the hall," Kohaku turned and began to ascend the stairs, "Don't stay too long. I don't like unwanted company."

Inuyasha smirked and wasted no time to run towards the infirmary. It was unnatural but he hoped Kouga would be okay.

Miroku sat beside Kouga in a light sleep. He had been up all night with Sango, discussing the fight and having sweet sex. He was about to reach REM when Inuyasha came charging through the door like a deranged maniac, blood on his shirt.

Miroku's eyes rose slowly and he grumbled. He was cranky from the lack of sleep and the fact that Inuyasha decided to have a fight without him. Miroku watched as his friend ran to their side and looked down at Kouga, whose face was a mangled mess.

"At least Onigumo straightened up his face," Miroku joked. Inuyasha didn't laugh. Miroku guessed he wasn't in the joking mood.

"How long has he been out?" Inuyasha asked.

"He just went back to sleep but a few minutes ago he was babbling like a lunatic."

Inuyasha looked up and said, "What's the word on Onigumo?"

"I heard hes singing the same tune as Kouga. Too bad, I thought Kouga had done more damage."

Inuyasha sighed and pulled up a chair, "They said they won't let him go for a day or so."

Miroku shrugged, "He'll be safe here. I'm sure of it."

"How do you know?"

"Because its times like these that the gangster code must be followed."

"Miroku, we're gangsters not the Catholic Church. We're good for nothing crooks. No one is ever safe."

Miroku chuckled, "True. But I know he'll be okay so quit being a lame ass punk."

Inuyasha stared at Miroku. He was so easy going. Nothing ever seemed to faze him. He wished he was like that sometimes. But there were times when he wondered what lay behind the surface, what made his best bud tick. There was something there that he was hiding, something he was careful not to reveal. Inuyasha knew Miroku was dating someone he didn't want anyone else to find out about. It was too obvious. Inuyasha was his best friend, he'd have to be dumb, blind, and deaf not to notice something was up. Miroku was never the humble type. This girl must be special. Inuyasha smiled. He knew the feeling.

Miroku and Inuyasha had become friends off the bat. Their personalities just instantly clicked like frosting on a cake. Miroku's nonchalant boyish charm was a perfect fit for Inuyasha's harsh temper. They had both been neophytes together when they started Inferno and had relied on each other to get through the first few months of rigorous "training." Not just anyone got into Inferno—you had to think, eat, and dream strength. This was why only a few are selected for Inferno and in the end only six members can remain.

Miroku pointed to Inuyasha's pants, "Hey, you aren't carrying heat. Decided to leave little Jimmy behind?"

Inuyasha patted down his pants and gasped, "Shit, she has it."

Kagome watched as Inuyasha left through the door before rising from her place on the bed and slowly walked towards the bedside drawer. She opened it ever so slowly and her eyes instantly darted towards the black pile of steel.

She reached down to touch it and was surprised to feel how cold it was since last night.

Why was Inuyasha carrying a gun? She had wondered this all day, even at the YMCA where she volunteered as a tutor. She couldn't concentrate and often had to repeat her lessons because she was starting to drift off into her thoughts of Inuyasha and the gang. But she just couldn't believe he was in a gang. He was a good guy. Guys like him don't join gangs, right? People who read Gatsby and hold you when you cry.

She shook her head. She had asked him straight up. He had said no and she was content with that. Maybe she was pushing it. Maybe she was just willing to believe anything if it meant believing he was good. What was this she was feeling? Why did she care? She took her hand from the gun and rubbed her hands together, eager to warm them up and closed the drawer.

Sesshoumaru lay on his bed contemplating over whether he should call Kagome or not. It had already been a couple days and he knew the poor girl was waiting for his call. He had sensed how much she liked him from the kiss she unexpectedly planted on his lips. The kiss made him wonder how far he was willing to take their relationship—not just physically but romantically. He was never the kind of guy who was capable was keeping a long term relationship. But, there was a connection he felt with Kagome. Not only were they on the same intellectual level, but she shared with him the same ambition to become someone others looked to for admiration.

Sesshoumaru picked up the phone by his bed and stared at it for a couple seconds. Finally, he punched in the number which he now knew by heart. The telephone to his ear, he heard the distant ringing of her phone. One ring…two rings…three rings…and still no answer. Was she out? Impossible. A bio major never goes out.

He sighed and was about to hung up the phone when a heard the phone click and a weary voice on the other line said hello.

Sesshoumaru recognized the frailty in her voice and assumed she had stayed up studying for one of her classes. But after he had said hello, she instantly perked from the recognition.

"Sesshoumaru," she chirped. Sesshoumaru felt a grin escape his lips, excited over her excitement.

"Kagome, is everything okay?" he asked, a little concerned but mostly wanting to make small talk so he could build himself up to ask her for another date.

"Oh, yeah, I'm great," exclaimed, a hint of over exaggeration in her voice. Sesshoumaru sensed she was hiding something but decided not to ask.

"So, you up for a cup of coffee?" he asked, "I know a little coffee shop near your apartment."

There were a couple moments of silence as Kagome fought between her urge to go and her need for solace. In the end, she said yes.

Sesshoumaru hung up with a sinister smile across his face. He stared at his ceiling again and fingered around his bed for his koosh ball. He lifted the ball up and it hit the ceiling before dropping into his hands.

Kagome hung up the phone and sighed. How could she go out with Sesshoumaru at a time like this? Then again, how could she not go out with him? He was an easy escape to the madness in her mind. She needed to get Inuyasha out her head. She still couldn't understand why she was still dwelling over him. For all she knew, this might have been the very last time she would ever see him again. In a few minutes, he would be but another person she once knew.

She looked for her purse and found it swung on her chair. She reached over and grabbed it. Her eyes darted towards the bedside drawer again before she headed out the door to meet Sesshoumaru at the coffee shop.

The Infirmary was a secret room that the Trinity lay hidden until just recently. If word were to spread that their hotel had the capabilities of a mini hospital, it would have been raided and destroyed. Leaking it out to the Inferno was a liability but Kohaku felt an obligation. He had a great respect for the group and if he had more guts would have got in. But he had neither guts nor the strength to get into a gang that was limited to an elite six.

He walked into the infirmary and stood watching the three men who didn't seem to be the men he had envisioned in his head—men who stood over you like a tower and brought fear to your senses. Just the opposite, they appeared to be quite normal. People with as much special ability as a cockroach.

He smirked and walked towards them. Kouga was still unconscious on the bed before him. Tubes and wires hung around his limp body, making him appear alien.

Kohaku was not sure how everything was funded but he knew the Trinity was powerful and had achieved their claim to fame through years of illegal activities—bank robberies, grand theft audio, and so on. But the Trinity was long pass petty crimes. They had enough money to support them a couple more years. And since the Trinity is such a accumulations of different groups, branching out into countries across Asia and even America. Their Trinity has surfaced and has been publicized in newspapers as quote "one of the most dangers organizations in our streets." This is one of the reasons why underground gangs like Inferno and Severed Chaos hated them. They had sold themselves to the devil—media blitz. Media blitz had given enough popularity to reel in more people and creating more subdivisions.

Kohaku stared at the two beside the sleeping wolf and had to let out a chuckle. Where they really the leaders of Inferno? He turned to Inuyasha and frowned. He had never been formally introduced to him but he knew all too well of him. The man was practically a living breathing enigma. Why? Kohaku was not sure. His affiliations with other underground gangs always had something to say about the brooding Neanderthal. He was said to be half beast and half man. However, looking at him now, Kohaku could only see a pompous fake.

Kohaku's attention shifted to the dweeb beside him. Miroku was a living breathing doofus, who just happens to be dating Kohaku's older sister, Sango. What she sees in the hentai, Kohaku could not pinpoint. But, he respected her too much to fight over him. He wasn't worth a sibling rivalry. However, Kohaku sensed something good in him—a goodness he seldom witnesses within anyone part of the underground conspiracy. But, he had felt it upon his first handshake with him and had lasted since. It was an eerie thought.

Finally, the two looked up, finally realizing they were being watched.

"Took you guys long enough. If I was going to kill you, you both would be on your backs dead by now."

"We knew you were there," Inuyasha spat back, "But we didn't care."

Kohaku moved towards them in a swift slow motion, as if waiting for him to pounce on him and beat him up.

"Why ya looking at us like that? You queer or something?"

Kohaku smiled, "I was admiring the two Inferno leaders. You guys are nothing your rumors say you are."

Inuyasha looked at him, preparing to be insulting so he could knock some respect into the kid. Hasn't he ever learned to respect his gang elders?

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, really."

Miroku stood up and watched the heart monitor, contemplating over the night's events in his head.

"I need to go."

"Oji, where the hell are you going?" Inuyasha yelled, still annoyed.

Miroku said nothing. He raced out of the room and out the door. He had forgotten all about it. He had avoided it all week and had wished he wouldn't have to go. But it was impossible. He ran down the street to his parked Porsche. He was taking a big risk to bring it here but there was no other option. It was the fastest car that would take him home in record timing. He approached the vehicle and pressed the button the unlock it. He slid inside and checked his rear view mirror before heading out. He was alone.

Kagome had arrived early and waited for Sesshoumaru in anticipation. Her hands shook from both nervousness and thoughts of Inuyasha. She hoped that her meeting with Sesshoumaru would clear her mind and help her to ease her anxieties. But the moment he arrived, the all too familiar butterflies began to form in her stomach. She clenched her stomach to cease the rumbling. Maybe she was just hungry. No, she confirmed, as she watched his toned masculine body approach her.

God…damn…now I remember why I like him so much.

Sesshoumaru approached her, looking confident. He waved and sat across from her. He had helped himself to a cold shower and some cologne, which intensified Kagome's deadlock on him. She bit her lip and stared at him in lust as he pulled up a chair across from her and sat down. Now, face to face, Sesshoumaru wasn't sure whether to smile or help himself at her. He had rehearsed it many times. Lean over and give her a quick peck on the cheek. Easy as pie.

No, it wasn't.

Kagome spoke first, eager to break the silence permeating in the air. Her words were soft but firm, "I thought you would never call again. I'm surprised to see you here, now, across from me."

Sesshoumaru smiled, "Why wouldn't I call you?"

Kagome looked away, hoping that by diverting her gaze, she could finally calm her nerves, "You seem like a one time guy."

Sesshoumaru chuckled but deep inside he cringed at the idea. She had punctured a spot in his heart that already existed. She was dead on—he was a one time guy. He was surprised himself at seeing her again. Maybe she was the one. He heard of the one before, the one that you are meant to be with.

"I am? Do I appear that distant?"

Kagome smiled, "You appear like ice that desires to be melted."

Sesshoumaru studied her for a moment and realized there was something different about her. Her demeanor had shifted from before. Her giddiness had transformed into an eerie calmness that enticed Sesshoumaru. He felt as though she had grown somehow.

"If you want, you can melt me."

Kagome giggled, "Don't be weird."

"Okay then, be my girlfriend."

Miroku parked his Porsche and headed inside his parent's mansion. He had hoped no one was home so he could slip into his room unnoticed. He wearily approached the door, fending off the doorman and tugged the door open. His stomach did a flip when he saw who was at the other side of the door.

The girl was dressed in a purple cocktail dress. She had dark long luscious black hair which stopped just short of her waist and accentuated her thin pink lips. The lips parted and Miroku watched as her hand reached out to grab him.

Feeling light headed and groggy from last night's battle, he did not have enough strength to hold his own when her right hand latched onto him and pushed him forward. She pressed her lips onto his and shifted her head towards his ear.

"Welcome home, my love."

Miroku stared at his fiancée through tired eyes.

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