Chapter IV: Pretense

"60687." Kagome purred into the speakerphone.

The intercom crackled, "Who the hell is this?"

"Who else would this be?" Kagome asked, straightening up her tie.

The camera moved up and down, as Kagome stared straight up, giving it a cold glare. The door pulled opened, screeching in the process. She politely nodded before preceding it. And they said looking like Kikyou would get her no where. All the way to the gold as she liked to say, especially with those boring as chocolate contacts she was wearing at that moment.

Kagome nodded at the guards as she straighten her posture, walking with her back stiff as a board and her legs hardly moving apart from her upper body. She would say she looked and spoke like Kikyou back then, especially since she's been keeping an eye on that cold hard bitch for like—ever.

She hated working for Kikyou. The only one who could purify the Jewel and the only one that Naraku was planning to kill at that moment. Kagome closed her eyes, holding firmly to the briefcase that was in her hands. She was not a paid bodyguard, she was a fucking agent, not a bodyguard but yet she was Kikyou's stupid ass double because the idiot managed to get herself caught up with Naraku's team of whatever they were, way. Again.

"Kikyou."

"Hey baby, did you miss me?" Inuyasha barely raised an eyebrow before resuming back to the paperwork on the blue marble countertop.

There was a time when Kagome actually thought the Taisho's were as happy as bees, until Kagome had to substitute as Kikyou. She saw how really cold they really were around each other and once again, she was scared for her life because even though she and Inuyasha never made love, maybe Kikyou and Inuyasha did. Well they did. She knew that for a fact. Especially when he pounced on her in the shower and, she, for some odd and accidental reason, kicked him in the chin.

Close calls all over the place.

Kagome sighed softly to herself as she walked over to him, standing over his shoulder. Bills, bills, bills—wait, Inuyasha quickly stood up, grabbing the envelope with him. He stared hardly at Kagome before proceeding into the living room.

Inuyasha got a call from Naraku; she knew that and only that they had a meeting. And she knew from that moment he was going to check on his wife and that gave her plenty of time to go down there and check. Now if she decided to go home before her, she was screwed.

"I'm glad you're here." Inuyasha informed her.

From what she seen of the relationship, he was probably less than ecstatic that she decided to come home and from what she heard from Kagura when she thought of Kagome pretending to be Inuyasha's mistress, it was all true. They looked perfect. They were on cover of Home Magazine, on cover of Business Profits magazine, hell people photographed them together at parties; they looked perfect! And now that she thought about it, they particularly didn't look too happy together. Both of them were too absorbed with themselves that they could barely pay attention to the fact that they are married.

It was sickening, after two years of not seeing him, and the last time him lying in some ditch, he gets with the only bitch that she wished would drown in a canal. Funny how life worked but it was even better that none of them were happy. As sadistic as it sounded.

Kagome briefly glanced at him, "What do you want, Inuyasha?"

"Nothing. Can't I be glad to see my wife?"

"Don't think about touching me." Kagome hissed, trying to spew up any vermin that Kikyou may have against Inuyasha, "Your touch to me is like vomit to my stomach. I rather swallow vile before you put your hands upon me and if you think saying that you're glad I'm here would make me want to touch you, then you're wrong."

A slow smile spread across Inuyasha's face before he stood up walking towards her. Kagome stood taller, even though her whole entire body was shaking. She knew what he was capable of, Inuyasha Taisho, a wealthy businessman on the surface but inside, killer, agent, and her ex friend. God. He wasn't even the same. His gold eyes had this uncertain shimmer to it, an evil glint that glistened whenever she stared too hard in it.

"You're so beautiful, Kikyou."

Inuyasha stood in front of her, pushing back the strand of her black hair.

"Don't."

"I won't." Inuyasha cupped her face before crushing his lips against hers.

Kagome pushed back, stumbling onto the counter stools. He shoved his hands into his pocket before smiling.

Quickly, Kagome stood up, slightly losing her posture before pressing down on her black pencil skirt. Kagome swung her hand against his cheek, watching him barely flinch once she folded her hands against her breast, "I meant it."

"I know."

He was absolutely out of his mind when he was around Kikyou, well her, who was pretending to be Kikyou. Mad, anger and a tad bit sexually frustrated, which was in a way her fault. Kagome stared briefly at him before walking by him, muttering a soft 'excuse me' before climbing up the stairs.

What did she need, what did she need, what did she need? Her brain was itching and the only way to stop the itch was to either fine some evidence or break open her skull and itch at it. This was something she was not at all considering, especially since—oh shiny--wallet. Kagome stopped for a moment, standing in front of a half size mirror and a stand, which held a black wallet. It was probably Inuyasha's, now that she thought about it.

Kagome peeked overhead, seeing Inuyasha yelling on his cell phone before she snuck inside a room and closed it. Kagome went over to the bed, sitting upon it, leafing through the wallet. Visa, Discovery, MasterCard-priceless, checks, bills, and—Kagome grinned-6 o clock at the Garden.

She pulled up her wrist, staring at her watch as she heard the door stair's door slammed, he better not be cheating on me. Kagome pulled out her cell phone, glancing at the overhead clock which read five thirty, "Sango, six o clock at the Garden, yeah, that's what I was thinking to. He better not be cheating on me. I'm his mistress for god's sake."

If he cheated on her with that girl he was currently with, she swears to all things holy that she was... Kagome cringed, elegantly pushing her oversized black sunglasses onto her nose. The girl wasn't unattractive, really, she just wasn't, well she wasn't his type; Kagome realized as somebody cleared their throat.

"May I help you?"

Kagome glanced up, before cringing again. How was this even possible? Miroku Houshi, again? Kagome nodded, hating every minute of her shout auburn bob that came to her ears.

"Yes. That boy over there, what is name, darling?"

She was definitely English. Okay. That was all right. English accents weren't her best.

"His name?" Miroku turned around, nodding at Inuyasha who stared grimly at him, "His name is Victor."

Liar. Kagome thought to herself as she straightened up, "Are you sure his name is Victor, darling? He's too elegant. He should be a model, darling. He has the cheekbones."

Cheekbones? What the hell? Does everything that comes out of her mouth make her sound like a completely and utter moron? She wasn't even trying this time. Kagome smiled charmingly at Inuyasha who stared at her before turning back to the tall elegant blonde. She looked familiar to him, she knew that, especially since she had no exactly time to put on some extra makeup. Just some oversized sunglasses.

"Do I know you?"

"Possibly, darling." Kagome slurred elegantly, "But, get me that boy. He should be a model. He's wasting all his talents on that wretched scraggly woman, darling. I can make his famous."

"Model? Talents?"

"Material. My name is Voghn."

"Voghn?"

"Voghn—" Kagome glanced around before she swiftly made her eyes back to his table, "Voghn Heutz. That boy, darling?"

Miroku nodded absentmindedly as he stood up and strolled towards Inuyasha's table. Kagome felt like she was going to collapse. He was probably going to say no, which was all she needed to hear.

"I've called her three times and no answer."

"Maybe Kagome forgot."

"I highly doubt it." Inuyasha muttered, "I'm starting to think that Naraku is right about her."

"Me too. I don't think she's—"

"Hello." Goddammit! Kagome thought, feeling like slamming her fist onto the table, "I'm Gretna Heutz. We're sisters."

"Of course. Except, I'm the more elegant one as she… well…" Kagome glared at Sango as she seated herself across from Kagome, "We're related. Sa-Gretna, I was telling Mir, this young gentleman that that silverhaired man should become a model."

"Of course."

"I have to go." Inuyasha said abruptly, "My girlfriend is probably waiting up for me."

"Girlfriend? Darling, I thought you're married?" Kagome asked, nodding towards his ring.

"Well, that would matter if I loved my wife and if I wasn't cheating on her with a moron." Inuyasha shrugged, "Later. Miroku."

Miroku tipped his head, "Nice meeting you Voghn and Gretna"

Miroku scurried away trailing behind Inuyasha. Sango and Kagome greeted each other briefly before Kagome stood up, as Sango stood up along with her, watching the two men disappear from sight. Moron? She was going to show him a moron! Up his ass!

"Get dress and meet them up there. No mistakes, Kagura said. Absolutely none."

"I know." Kagome said, stuffing her money into her purple purse, "God, how the hell am I going to get there on time?"

"Run like hell."

Kagome nodded before she rushed out of the restaurant, bumping briefly into some waiter, but hardly muttering an apology before running out of the doors. Kagome slipped into the back alley, tugging off her auburn wig, purple pumps and dress while she was getting into her car. She was dead if he got there before her. Dead. Absolutely. Now that she heard from Inuyasha's mouth they were indeed suspicious of her. Now just had to be the time to be. Kagome peeled out of the alley, swerving sharply at a corner, proceeding down to the red light.

Kagome pulled her car into a halt. Come on, come on, Kagome thought as she pounded her nails against the steering wheel. She glanced over, staring into the face of Inuyasha, who was making a right at the red light. Oh shit. Kagome closed her eyes before pushing onto the petal, barely making it across the street before a red convertible hit her. Kagome pulled into the parking lot, throwing her keys at the valet before rushing to the elevator.

She glanced at her watch, while pulling open the door, and throwing on her red robe before flopping down onto the couch. Two minutes and twenty two seconds, a record, considering they stayed ten minutes away.

"Darling, I—"Kagome cleared her throat, oh shit that sounded so completely English, "I missed you so much."

"What was that?" Inuyasha asked.

"Throat." Kagome replied in a raspier voice, "Laryngitis."

"Laryngitis?" Inuyasha nodded, "Nice try. You had me fooled for so fucking long. So long and now I see?"

"See what, Flu—"

"Shut up! Grab her, Miroku. She's coming with us."

Kagome widened her eyes. Oh God…

It's been a long time. Kagome, caught? Oh God.