A/N: Holy crap, this was such a hard chapter. Really, seriously, I'm writing with nothing here. No ideas, no plot lines, nothing. And I know it's been a while since I've updated. I've been horrible about it, and I feel worse. So here's my reasons, catching you up with things.

Okay, well, about two weeks ago there was a storm. (Sounds like I'm narrating another fic...) And our basement wasn't up to all the water coming out of the sewer, so we were flooded. We spent the entire night with a pool in the bottom level of our house, and the entire next day cleaning out said basement. (I got to miss school, though...) And we had no computer over the rest of the week, and most of the next. When we got it set up, however, I had lost any ideas I had to update my story. So I procrastinated (but with about a hundred words of another scene written on my account!)

Then, about a week ago, I actually got some sort of an idea. This was my idea, but I ran into a roadblock again. And every person I asked for help either was as stumped as I was (My friend's Fluffy and Mouse) or just kept putting me off (My dear sister...). So when I actually got that roadblock lifted...

I sprained my Achilles tendon. Yes, I don't know how. Yes, it hurts like crap. And yes, my parent's wouldn't let me on the computer for the last three days. But hey, I got on today!

And, because it's Halloween, I've been beating back every peice of...stuff- that has been thrown into my path. Just to get this pathetically short chapter out for my readers. Sad, huh?

So now I need to send out a cry for help. I seriously have no ideas. None. I've had a month to think about this, and I've come up with nothing. I need ideas for the scene at Kagome's, and anything after.

Ideas, people! Need them, or I won't write anymore because I can't!

Right, so now that that's done...on with the show!

An insistant pounding at the door mirrored the headache that was crashing through Dr. Gensou's head. He had not been having a very good night. First there was an incident where one of his patients commited suicide. Then there was the fact that his secretary almost quit on him, claiming he was responsible for some incident or another between her and her fiancee. And now there was someone at his door, at eleven thirty in the evening.

He was annoyed. He should be home at that time, in his giant palace of brick and steel. He should be reclining in his favorite chair, with the fire dancing darkly in the old fireplace. He should be sipping a cup of strong brandy after a profitable day watching his woman and dealing with whining brats better known as the patients at his hospital.

Instead he was here. In this prison of mortar and stone, a cold and empty hall that had no personality to it whatsoever. He should just tear the entire abomination down! Piece by piece, preferrably.

His hands clenched at the thought. It would be so satisfying to feel his hands bleed, feel the building chip underneath his strong grip. He could build a mall here instead. That would attract more people, and make a more profitable business. And why didn't he do it?

One woman. The thrice-damned bitch that worked as a therapist in his hospital. The cursed wench that never left his mind. She was his every thought, in his every dream. If he torched the hospital, he would never see her again.

He had no idea why he felt the way he did about her. He wanted her so badly, it was like a disease. One that couldn't be cured by any drug known to man or demon. The plague that had burrowed itself into his very soul wouldn't let him have a decent nights rest.

The pounding wasn't stopping, and Toguro was getting annoyed. Bordering murderous, which meant it was time to teach whoever it was who was master here.

He stood up regally and stormed to the door. He wrenched it open, and was about to tell the person a few choice words, when he stopped short. Standing in front of his office, leaning casually on his door framing, was none other than his old classmate Naraku.

Both men raised identical, immaculately groomed eyebrows as they had their gazes meet. Both were wondering what was up with the other person. The visitor was wondering why his old classmate ran a hospital that, gods forbid, helped people. The doctor was wondering why, of all people, he was being visited by an old class rival.

Naraku pushed himself of the frame and cleared his throat. "This comes as a surprise, Gensou."

Toguro blinked gracefully. "That makes for the two of us." He stretched his long arms to grip either side of the door frame. "Tell me, what brings you here? At this time of night?"

Naraku tensed slightly, expecting anything from the man in front of him. Demon, rather. Naraku remembered hearing about him in the demon realm, and never forgot a name. "I'm actually looking for the boss of my woman. I would like to propose an offer."

Toguro had no idea as to what Naraku was getting at, but his statement intrigued him. He cautiously moved aside and allowed Naraku to step in.

Both men strode stiffly towards the desk and sat down. They both leaned back in identical manners, each raising a manicured hand to rest it under their chins.

"Alright, Densetsu, tell me what you are here for. And make it quick. I have...plans," Toguro barked regally.

Naraku glared momentarily at Toguro before his ever-present mask of indifference was put back into place. "I'm here about a woman in your employment. She works as a therapist, and is one of my fellow co-workers," Naraku pointed out, knowing that he worked under the second doctor that also headed the hospital. This would be the first that Toguro would have heard about Naraku being in the building. "Her name is Kagome Higurashii."

Toguro, about to reply his surprise at Naraku working in his building, stopped short. His eyebrow twitched slightly. "I must've heard you wrong, Densetsu. I could've sworn you had the name of my woman."

Naraku bristled. "You're woman? I do believe you have no claim to her."

Toguro's eyes darkened. "The same could be said for a bastard such as yourself."

They both paused a moment before insulting each other to the fullest extent possible for two extremely possessive youkai.

"You dirty rotten son of a..."

"...whatever made you think that a..."

"...like Kagome would..."

"...accept someone like you..."

"...completely, utterly insane!"

"...never even look at..."

"...let alone talk!"

It was only after each had finished their 'insults' did they realize that they had both -unintentionally, mind- said the exact same thing.

Both glared at the other with such intensity that, if a human were to walk inbewteen the two demons, they were sure to spontaniously combust.

A lightbulb clicked in Toguro's head. If both of them were thinking the exact same thoughts over the exact same woman, that could be turned to Toguro's advantage. He could use his so-called rival to get to his woman, and then dispose of him as necessary.

A smile crept onto the demon's face. This would take some further planning, but there was no reason to not start at the moment.

He steepled his fingers in an image from something out of Beauty and the Beast. "Well, Densetsu, it seems that we have a bit of a problem."

Naraku narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What are you getting at, Gensou?"

Toguro chuckled. "I'm a businessman, obviously."

Naraku nodded warily.

"And as a businessman, I make business deals that are most profitable to me, the dealer, and the costomer."

Naraku's eyes darkened slightly.

"I do believe I have a business deal that would profit both of us greatly, Naraku," Toguro proposed, using his old classmate's first name.

Naraku sat back slowly. There was something whirling about in his nemesis's mind. But for the life of him, Naraku couldn't think of what it was. There was no malice in anything Toguro had told him...yet. He would just see if this took a turn that could be flipped on the driver.

"I would hear your proposal, then."

Toguro placed his elbows on his desk, his chair squealing as he leaned forward. "It has occured to me that both of us, ultimately, wish for the same goal. The obtaining and securing of a certain woman in my employ."

Naraku muttered 'Obviously' as Toguro continued.

"And alone, we both would no doubt fail." Toguro paused, waiting to see if the ex-delinquant would put the peices together.

A light went off in Naraku's head. "Toguro, you're proposing an alliance," he stated.

"Of sorts, yes. We'd have to work out details, and get over past grudges, of course. But those can be worked out in the near future." Toguro waved a hand. "That is, if you're willing to take up my offer."

Naraku hummed tunelessly for a moment, pretending a debate. In reality, his mind was listing the pro's and con's of the situation.

On the one hand, he would have an easier time getting his woman. He would be able to sit back and not stress out a lot, provided Toguro held up his end of the bargain. It would be better for two minds to work together at a problem, especially when said problem was a miko with about seven demons, a monk and three elite human fighters surrounding her.

On the other hand, he would have the problem of getting rid of the competition. He would have to use Toguro to his fullest extent, taking him out of the picture when it became too risky. Two people working together would create a lot of small problems that could grow increasingly annoying. Not to mention two minds would argue a lot, given their history.

But the good sides seemed to out-weigh the bad. Toguro had stuck out his hand while Naraku had been thinking, and Naraku took a moment to reach across the expanse of the desk to shake the cold limb.

"Well, Toguro, it looks like we have a deal."

End Chapter
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