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Wow. There's water outside my house! It's raining! Well, in reality, it's just drizzling... Very heavy... Okay, screw that. It's raining, and that's cool. I'm not used to rain (I grew up in the desert), so I'm just spazzing out...

Chapter Five: Pressure Relief

"How'd you find out?" He asks me stupidly.

"Because that's the only way you passed high school." I tell him. My anger gets the better of me and the phone becomes million of pieces on my lap. I grumble then head to the office to file whatever I heard in the conversation.

Time flies when you're having fun, from what I hear. Well, fun wasn't exactly the word I was thinking of. Sure, I have started growing more comfortable with being around my client, Ms. Higurashi. She blushes less and less with each meeting we have in court. Today is the day her final verdict will come out. She must be as nervous as I am.

I've never cared this much for one of my clients before. I figured that I'd get paid no matter what, so I was usually bias on my trials. But, since my feelings for her have started to become stronger, I've decided that she must get out. She doesn't deserve to be in such a horrible place for something that she didn't do.

I glance at her while the doors to the jury room open. She's looking down and her hands are clenched tightly around the cloth of her shirt. If she clenched them any tighter, I'm sure that the shirt would just rip off or something. I shift in my seat, knowing I may get in trouble for this. All judges don't like relationships to develop between the lawyer and client. It ruins the lawyer's case and that bothers them quite a bit. I grasp her hand, careful to make sure the judge doesn't see. We'll lose the trial for sure if he notices.

"Relax, you'll be fine." I whisper in her ear. She nods her head slowly then squares her shoulders. She must be trying to appear as if she's not nervous. It's a poor disguise. I look to where her gaze is, seeing one of the jurors nod to the judge. I look at the judge, who is staring at my client. I bite back the urge to growl in possession. I feel as if he's trying to take Kagome away from me, although my logical side knows better.

"Will the defendant please rise?" The judge asks. Kagome stands up stiffly, and I follow suit. I notice her eyes close as I notice her scent. She's nervous. Very nervous. Her scent of being so scared is beginning to make me uneasy.

"We the jury..."The juror pauses. I look at Kagome, but she's not looking at the judge or the jury. She clenches her shirt once again and it takes all of my will power to keep from grasping her hand to comfort her. She's tensing up a lot, her scent is all I need to know that. Not only that, but her stance and clenched fists are killing any doubt I may have on it.

I notice her eyes open and she begins to look around. She must be trying to find out where her friends are sitting. I hear something behind me slap, and I inwardly smile. Her friend has a pervert boyfriend. He gropes her and, from the sounds of it, just got punished for it.

"... fine the defendant..." They pause again. I am frustrated by now. There's no reason for them to be talking this slow. Or perhaps time has just started to feel like it's slowing down. Maybe I'm stuck in a void where time is distorted. I sound like an idiot.

"Not guilty." The juror finally tells everyone. I can sense Kagome's entire body relaxing and she lets out a large breath of air. I didn't even realize she had been holding it in. I feel time pause for these few moments. She's relaxed finally, and I can calm down too.

I glance to my side to see her gaze ahead of her. She then looks at me, smiling widely. Without even trying to hold it back, I smile too. I feel no shame in showing her my emotions to her. We have told each other how we feel during one of the meetings I had with her. That was nerve-wrecking to tell her, but relieving to hear that the feeling was mutual.

I feel my heart pause as she reaches forward and hugs my waist. She knows that I don't enjoy showing my emotions, and I assumed she understoodthat showing relationships in front of the judge was bad.

"Thank you." She says quietly. I let my hands slowly wrap around her back then I hug her. I can't believe I'm actually letting my emotion show this much in a public place. It's not like me at all.

"I was only doing my job." I tell her in attempt to hide my feelings. Why bother hiding them when she already knows that they're there? She looks at me with a sly smile.

"Then, is it your hob to make all your female clients fall in love with you?" She asks me in a soft tone. I shake my head then kiss her forehead. Forget hiding my emotions.

"No. It's my job to get you out, if I can. That's what you were thanking me for." I tell her. She shakes her head then rests it against my chest.

"I was also thanking you for being there I don't think there's a better lawyer than you." She tells me kindly. I kneel down a bit, since I am a few inches taller, and kiss her lips.

"I want to make a date with you. Perhaps we can get to know each other like normal people do." I offer. She smiles again then nods.

"That sounds like a wonderful offer." She tells me. I let her go then motion over to her eager friends. They must want to spend time with her, and it's only fair that I let them. I hear them say a few things, but I tune it out. I grab my briefcase then put all the papers of mine in it. Without another word, I leave the building and head back to my office. Just to drop some things off is all.

I open the door to my car, brushing the pieces of my broken cell phone off my seat. I put my stuff down in the passenger seat then drive to the office in silence. No radio, nothing. Just my thoughts taunting me for random things.

I thought that I'd be happy once I was able to get her out. I feel quite the opposite, though. I feel more hopeless and upset than I did when she was in prison. For some reason, I feel as though she misunderstood what I said. When I said something about dating her like a normal person, I had been joking. I felt that our relationship was fine, but she must be thinking otherwise. I glare at my briefcase, mainly at a specific spot.

I had thought that, after she was out of jail, that I'd be able to propose to her. I fear that it isn't the case. I had watched her warm up with her friends and she seemed to forget that I even existed. That's why I didn't say goodbye to her. I don't think she even noticed my lack of presence.

It doesn't matter. I had decided years ago that I wouldn't get involved with women. I told Rin that, and I shouldn't be going against a promise. Even if it is something very desirable. Women look at me as a type of possession, I guess. They all seem to think that if they can get me to love them, that I'll be prince charming. That's why I try to piss women off.

But Kagome is different. I don't know why she managed to let me break my promise, but she did. Because of her, I have decided to get married. Well, I had decided to get married. That will have to wait until I know that she can take comfort in me. It'd be horrible to propose to her if she still saw me as her lawyer.

I stop at the office, throwing my briefcase in my office. I grab the engagement ring from it then put it in my pocket. There's a chance I'll ask her on our next 'date'. I drive to my house, park in my driveway, then walk in the bedroom. I loosen my tie and take off the black overcoat to my suit. I reach for a towel so I can shower then the phone rings.

What idiot calls me and expects me to NOT rip him to shreds? No one even has my home phone number. Then again, they have to call on my home since a certain hanyou pissed me off and caused me to shatter my phone. I walk to the phone then growl at it. It rings once more then I pick it up and hold it to my ear.

"Hello?" I ask dully. This had better be something interesting.

Whoops. I almost put chapter six's content in here too.

Well, how'd your holidays go? I hope they're doing good, because mine sucked. I got a few presents and got sick on Christmas day. Gee, don't I have wonderful luck!

Now, you have to guess who's calling Sesshoumaru. If you've read Depending on Him, then you should have a pretty good idea. There will be two or more calls for this one, so you're bound to be right. Only if you guess, will you have the chance to be right...

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