Title: Perfect Distraction

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

A big thanks to my beta kari konoko.

Chapter 5: The perfect distraction

Sesshoumaru growled in frustration for about the tenth time as he glared at the papers on his desk. The documents needed to be looked at, signed and approved for tomorrow and he hadn't even started with them. He was unable to concentrate for some unknown reason and it frustrated him.

His mind kept going to a certain blue-eyed woman that stirred some very strange feelings in him, feelings that he wanted gone as soon as possible. He growled again as he snapped the pencil in his hand in two. The woman called Kagome was more trouble than he had first anticipated.

Taking a deep sigh, he leaned back in his big leather chair. Why was he thinking of her? She was just an obstinate, galling, impertinent and childish woman, who was nothing to him.

Then why was he thinking about her?

He pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt the first signs of a headache. He clenched his jaw, his eyes flashing dangerously, while his mind once again returned to that woman. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, hoping to calm himself. He berated himself for letting her get to him, even if she probably didn't know that she was doing this.

Although he had to begrudgingly admit that she was rather talented as an artist. Her painting had been without a doubt one of the most beautiful pieces of art he had ever laid eyes on. The painting was appealing to the eyes, but what had caught his attention were the feelings that the painting invoked in him. He had been astounded that a mere painting could have such a strong impact on him. It's maddening to the say the least.

Still this wasn't a valid excuse or reason for him to be thinking about that woman.

Opening his eyes, he gazed at the clock on the wall at the right of him. It was almost time for him to go home. Actually he should stay to finish up his work, but knowing his little sister and his father, they would both get on his case about him staying too late at work. He shook his head as he tried to look once again at the papers on the desk.

He frowned as he noticed that some of the papers actually belonged to Inuyasha. He gritted his teeth; the whelp dared to dump his work on him. It wasn't a surprise to Sesshoumaru that his brother would do something like that. Inuyasha liked to procrastinate just about everything, if it wasn't for Miroku, he would have already been in very deep problem. No wonder that he was once again looking for a new secretary.

The last one had quitted after being fed up with Inuyasha's laziness and bad-temperedness. Sesshoumaru couldn't stop the grin that appeared on his face as he recalled the time that Kagura had worked for Inuyasha as a secretary. Kagura had done it out of the goodness of her heart. Of course Inuyasha was the same indolent and petulant self he had been always, completely forgetting that he was dealing with Kagura.

He had completely crossed the line when he had called her a bitch. At this Sesshoumaru smirked. Miss Narita had calmly punched him in the eye, before walking out of the door head held up high.

Inuyasha had walked around with a blue eye for about two weeks. To say that Kagura and him got along even worse after that would be an understatement. Sesshouamaru shook his head as he tried to go back to work, but to his utter dismay, his mind once again traveled to Kagome. He could still recall the way she had stood up to Inuyasha. It was strange how she could change emotions so easily. One moment she was happy, the other moment she was angry and then she was…sad.

The look in her eyes when the painting had been revealed had been so sorrowful, so painful that it had cut through him like a knife, making her bleed for her.

How she could hide so much sorrow and pain was beyond his comprehension. He would think that she would be depressed by all means, but still she managed to smile. Could she be really putting up such a strong front to please others, when in reality she was almost dying inside?

At first glance she had seemed the usual normal cheerful young woman, but as the painting had been revealed to them, he had been witness to a complete transformation, the maiden in the painting coming to life in the form of the painter herself.

He had only seen a glimpse of the wounds she really carried, before she had rushed out of the door, but it had been enough to stop him in his tracks. How could someone hold on so much pain and suffering…? It troubled him.

He quickly pushed those dangerous thoughts aside. He shouldn't concern himself with her business. She was nothing to him, so he shouldn't be worrying about her.

Yet the next question now was, why did he want to buy that painting?

Yes, it was an exquisite piece of art, but he had also seen many that had been more beautiful that hers. Then why did he have the urge to buy that hauntingly mesmerizing piece?

He ran a hand through his long silver hair as he furrowed his brows. Maybe because he wanted to know, exactly what the painting meant, what it meant to her, what it meant to him…

He was momentarily distracted from his thoughts as the door to his office was unceremoniously thrown open and his father stepped inside.

"Sesshoumaru." His father's deep voice reverberated through the otherwise silent room. He resisted the urge to scowl at the older man as he leveled him with cold golden eyes.

"Yes, what is it, you wish father?"

Inutaisho seemed to take some time to consider his words, before smiling at his son.

"You should be heading home. You know that I don't like you staying until late here…unless you're with some lady friend." His father wiggled his eyebrows suggestively making Sesshoumaru roll his eyes.

"I'm just about to head home father and please refrain from snooping into my sex life." Sesshoumaru answered in a deadpanned voice, while standing up.

"You have a sex life?" Inutaisho asked chuckling, making Sesshoumaru's right eye twitch.

Sesshoumaru decided to cut his father off, before Inutaisho could reply with anything more degrading to his person.

"Has Jinengi found out how much that woman wants for the painting?" He asked absentmindedly, putting the things in his briefcase.

He looked up, when his father didn't answer him and was surprised to see his father frowning, a solemn look on the eldest Nakamura's face.

"Jinengi had been unable to come in contact with her. I'm afraid that Miss Higurashi might have some problems at home." Inutaisho said leaning against the closed door with his arms crossed over his chest and staring at the city through the large windows.

"Isn't she old enough to live on her own?" Sesshoumaru asked confused, knowing that she would be old enough to live on her own or at least on campus.

"Hn…her parents died leaving her quite young. She has a younger brother, which she's very close to. They live with their uncle who's their guardian, well at least her brother's, seeing that she's already an adult. However from what Jinengi could tell me, he thinks that she only lives at home, because of her brother."

"Does her uncle abuse them or something?" Sesshoumaru asked, containing a growl that wanted to leave his lips. Even though he might not like the woman, no one deserved to be abused by anyone.

"That…I do not know, Jinengi has been unable see any bruises on her and Kagome doesn't really tell him anything, even though they are quite close." Inutaisho answered truthfully, recalling what his friend had told him.

At this Sesshoumaru clenched his jaw, not knowing why the thought of Jinengi and Kagome being close would bother him.

"I see, maybe Jinengi is overreacting." Sesshoumaru answered softly as he picked up his briefcase and slowly made his way towards his father.

"It could be and at the same time maybe not." Inutaisho answered his golden eyes boring into his son's.

"Whatever it may be, it doesn't concern us, father. And I'm certain Miss Higurashi wouldn't want us interfering. She doesn't even tell Jinengi what is going on and I'm most certain she wouldn't tell us."

Inutaisho only raised an eyebrow at his son's rather rash and blunt answer. Was he detecting jealousy here? He had to bit back the smirk that wanted to appear on his lips, lest he wanted Sesshoumaru to know what he was thinking. Schooling his features in a blank mask, he pushed away from door and turned and turned his back to Sesshoumaru, while laying his hand on the doorknob.

"You might be right my son. I'm sure that Jinengi will be able to help her, he does after all care a lot for the young woman, just like she cares for him." Inutaisho smirked as he felt his son tense.

He didn't say anything else as he opened the door and stepped through, leaving his son behind. As he walked away, he couldn't stop the smile from appearing on his face. His mind was already planning his next moves. He knew that when he told his dear wife, she would want to help him as well.

It's been a while since he's seen any woman have such an effect on his son as this Miss Higurashi had, so what kind of father would he be, if he let her slip away. He grinned as he stepped into the elevator. And if every thing went the way he wanted, maybe his son would be too distracted to really care about work.

Yes, Kagome Higurashi, might just be the perfect distraction.

Kagome sighed as she finally made it home. Takeo was out and she was glad for that. The sound of the shower running let her know that Souta was in the bathroom. She absentmindedly rubbed her eyes and winced as she felt the stickiness on her face. She furrowed her brows as she thought about what she had done.

It was pathetic to say the least, the way she had reacted. She shouldn't have cried or ran out like she had done. It was childish of her. She shook her head trying to banish the thoughts that were swirling in her hair and giving her a headache. What was done, was done, nothing could be changed now.

She quietly trudged up the stairs towards her room. As she stood on the top of the stairs, she let her eyes wander around the dark hallway. The darkness of the house didn't bother her at all; in fact she was accustomed to the darkness. The darkness to her was comforting, almost motherly and she felt safe.

As she walked passed a mirror, she couldn't help but gaze at her reflection. Her sapphire blue eyes glowed eerily in the dark and she found herself asking herself once again what she really was. Was she even human to begin with? She sometimes felt that she wasn't, while other times she felt that she was. It was confusing and irritating.

She fisted her hands at her side as she continued on her way. What bothered her were those dreams that she kept having. She dreamt of fire…blue fire, like her powers cocooning her, but it never burnt her, in reality it always felt familiar, like it was a part of her.

Her dreams were always vague and she could never see a clear picture of what exactly she was dreaming about, but the scent of fire and cinnamon was always strong. And heat, she could always feel a scorching heat, while it should frighten her; the heat was soothing and familiar.

She didn't really know what all of this meant, but she wished to be able to find out some day, maybe it could prove useful in her journey to find out what she was.

She quietly entered the room, her brother was still in the bathroom by the sound of it and she was secretly glad. She had time to try to cover those tear marks on her face. She flicked on the lights and mentally berated herself as the bright light almost blinded her.

After she got used to the bright light, she made her way to a small desk. She opened the drawer of her small desk and pulled out one of those special moist tissues that were used to wipe away the make-up from your face.

She slowly made her way to the small mirror hanging from at the wall and calmly cleaned her face, knowing very well that her little brother was really perceptive of such things. She really didn't want to worry him any further. Souta was extremely protective of her, even when she was the one that was supposed to protect him.

She frowned as she gazed at her reflection, although her face looked clean now and no sign of any tears were visible, her eyes were still puffy and red. She sighed; there was nothing she could do about that. She was just about to move away, when something caught her attention.

Just below her right eye she could see what could only be described as a luminescent teardrop mark. As she moved her face, the teardrop would shift from blue to aquamarine and from aquamarine to silver and than to violet.

She quickly raised her hand and rubbed it over the mark, hoping that it would vanish. And to her relief, it seemed to vanish just like that. Still it was rather strange. How could see all of the sudden get a strange mark on her face?

She was further distracted from her thoughts by the sound of a door opening. She looked the bathroom door and watched as Souta stepped out already dressed in his sleeping clothes.

"Hey, sis, I didn't hear you come in." he said smiling at her.

She just nodded her head and turned to gaze back into the mirror. Her eyes landing on the spot where the mark had been, but to her relief and confusion it was gone.

"Is there something wrong?" Souta asked worriedly, but she only shook her head.

"No Souta, everything is fine." She said putting a fake smile on her face that seemed to assure her brother, for he shrugged and turned to walk to his bed.

However as she once again gazed at her reflection, she could only hope that she was indeed okay. Even though she felt like she was changing in front of her own eyes and she didn't even realize it.

"Hey, Fluffy." Kioko greeted as Sesshoumaru closed the door behind him.

The house was silent and he couldn't stop himself from wondering where the others were. He knew that normally Inuyasha would have the television in the living room on by now, while Miroku and Bankutso would be in the gym with the music turned up.

"Hi, Kioko. Where are the others?" He asked tiredly as he hung up his coat in the closet.

She pursed her lips, before crossing her arms over her chest and pouting, making him wonder what was going through her head.

"Inuyasha, Miroku and Bankutso had gone out, probably to some club or something. They didn't really tell me where they were going, just that I shouldn't wait up for them. And Kaede is already asleep. The poor old dear isn't as young as she used to be and I'm sure we kind of tire her out too much." She said grinning, making Sesshoumaru smile softly at her.

Kaede had been working for them since he had been born. She was originally his nanny and afterwards had become Inuyasha and Kioko's nanny, until they had been old enough to take care of themselves.

However when Kioko had decided to move in with him, Kaede had instantly insisted that she be allowed to live with the girl, apparently she didn't trust Miroku and Bankutso, not that he didn't blame her.

Sesshoumaru knew very well that Kaede worried and cared about them (especially Kioko, who was the youngest) just like a grandmother would and they did consider her like a part of the family as well. With their grandparents dead, she was the closest that they had to a grandmother.

Even though Kaede wasn't forced to do anything else, besides cooking for them, (something that was rather important in their household, seeing that they didn't have time to cook themselves and Kioko who did have time, just didn't know how to cook) the old woman still insisted on cleaning the house and doing other small chores that could be left to some other maids that they had hired.

Inutaisho himself had tried to tell her not to do these chores, but he only got an earful from Kaede and had decided not to interfere any longer. Kaede was certainly a force to be reckoned with when provoked and unfortunately Inuyasha had been on the receiving end of her temper one too many times.

"Inuyasha has gone out during a weeknight? The whelp will most likely be late tomorrow for work." Sesshoumaru growled as he loosened his tie.

"That's Inu for you. He never really cares. So I guess you will have to cover for all three of them tomorrow." She winked, grinning at his displeased expression.

"I'm going to change." He muttered, walking passed her up the stairs, but he stopped in his tracks as he turned to gaze at her.

He wondered sometimes if Kioko didn't get lonely here. He had noticed that her only friend was Jakutso. She didn't bring any other friends home and she barely talked about school. He sometimes wondered if he might have neglected her. True they were still very close as siblings, but he had recently noticed that she seemed to draw further and further into herself, distancing herself from him and it bothered him.

"Do you wish to go for a walk after this? Zeus can go with us, if you feel like it." He found himself suggesting, before he even knew what he was doing.

She seemed surprised by his suggestion, but she quickly pushed it away and smiled brightly at him, making him give her a small smile as return. As he watched her rush up the stairs passed him, he made a promise to spend more time with her, if only to see her smile like that more often.

Kagome found herself in a quiet meadow at night. The dark sky was filled with bright stars, while the full moon cast everything in a bluish, silverfish glow. The fresh scent of flowers assaulted her nose and she couldn't stop herself from taking a deep breath of air. The wind gently ruffled her dark hair that cascaded in waves along her back and shoulders.

'Where am I?'

She couldn't quite recall how she ended up here, nor did she recognize this place. She nervously sucked in a breath and nibbled on her lower-lip. Kagome wrapped her arms around her body as the cold wind traveled along her body. She felt scared.

She lowered her gaze to the green grass as she tried to sort through her thoughts, but her eyes widened as she noticed a large dark shadow on the floor. She quickly raised her face to the sky and was shocked to see large form heading towards her. She couldn't quite make out what it was, but she could quickly feel the fear taking hold of her.

Her blue eyes widened like saucers as she was finally able to make out the large and dark form a dragon. It couldn't be true, dragons did not exist. They just did not.

However the closer he got, the more real the dragon seemed. A startled cry left her lips as the dragon finally landed in front of her, the wind of his large wings almost knocking her down.

Her fear seemed to freeze her in place as the large beast gazed at her, his blue eyes showing her reflection in them. Kagome wanted to run away, but was afraid that any sudden move would force the beast to attack her, so she stayed completely still; her heart was beating wildly in her chest, while her breath came out in short nervous pants.

She gasped as the dragon took her by surprise and breathed fire at her, the fire was blue and silver, but still just as deadly. A terrified scream left the raven haired beauty's lips as she instinctively brought her arms around herself in hopes of protecting herself.

However to her surprise, her powers decided to kick in at that instant. Her hands flared to live, glowing brightly and absorbed the blue flames that the dragon had thrown at her, leaving nothing left.

Yet this display of power seemed to take a toll on Kagome. A painful hiss left her clenched teeth as she fell to her knees, her hands felt like they were on fire. They were still glowing brightly and were now surrounded by blue flames, but the flames didn't seem to burn or harm her hands at all, even though it did feel like it. She bit her lips, trying hard to keep her tears at bay, her hands were hurting that much.

"Kaida." A deep booming voice made her look up.

To her utter shock it was the dragon speaking to her. She wanted to smack herself, hoping that she would wake up; for there was only one way she was looking at a talking dragon and that would be if she were dreaming.

Nevertheless the more she gazed at him (yes for some reason she knew it was a him and no she didn't see his family jewels) she realized that he was in fact real. His sapphire blue eyes were fixed on her and she found herself drowning in those pools of blue.

"You still have a lot to learn, KaidaYou're not ready yet." He said, blowing steam out of his nose, Kagome could have sworn that he wasn't pleased.

Kagome took hold of herself and stood up. Her legs almost threatened to give up from under her as she watched one of his claws twitch. The first thought going through her mind was that he was going to attack her, but as the seconds flew by and he didn't do anything she deemed it safe to speak, without fear that she would loose her head.

"Who are you?" Kagome asked softly, her voice quivering slightly as she stared at the black dragon.

She quickly took the time to study him. He was completely black, the one color being his blue eyes and his silver main. His black scales gleamed beautifully in the dark as the moonlight cast its silverfish blue light on him.

His silver main contrasted heavily with his dark scales, creating a very beautiful picture, one that you would only see in books. She was snapped out of her thoughts and almost jumped as he slammed his tail on the ground, making her fell back on her back.

"You have to get stronger." He said determinedly, his gaze narrowing.

Yet knowing Kagome, she had just about enough of this. She ignored the burning in her hands and stood up.

"Who the fuck are you! And what do you want with me?" She yelled, the fire around her hands, flaring to life.

She took a step back as she watched the dragon grin or at least, she thought that he was grinning as he bared his sharp row of white teeth to her. She mentally gulped in fear, but she still didn't back down. She needed answers and she would get them.

"You're temper feeds the flames. How…interesting…" The dragon commented as he folded his wings behind his back.

"Listen here buddy; I'm not here to entertain you!" Kagome snapped, her blue eyes narrowed as she took a step towards him, the flames seeming to grow brighter and bigger.

"No, you're not. Kaida…"

"Stop calling me that, my name is Kagome." She stomped her feet on the ground, she knew that she was acting like a child, but she didn't care.

"You're name might be Kagome, but you will always be Kaida to me, little one."

Kagome was about to say something back, but stopped as she heard him call her little one, for some reason it felt familiar. She furrowed her brows, as she thought about it.

"You do remember?" The dragon asked softly, his voice barely a whisper that was carried by the wind.

"I…I…" She was befuddled, the flames in surrounding her hands, vanishing completely.

A part of her wanted to say yes, while another part of her was completely perplexed, not knowing what exactly he meant or why it seemed that she knew him.

He cut her off, before she could say anything. She was startled though as she watched traces of what she guessed was sadness in those deep blue eyes, but he quickly seemed to push away those feelings as he turned to gaze at her very calmly.

"It doesn't matter, for now you should rest. I will come for you and your brother when the time is right." The dragon said softly as he lowered his head, so that he was eyelevel with her.

She was taken aback by how large his head was and she was certain that if he was too open his mouth, he could swallow her whole in one bite. He was that large.

Yet even though that thought swirled in her head, she had a feeling that he wouldn't harm her. How she knew this was beyond her.

"What…" She had no time to finish her answer as he blew what seemed like white smoke at her.

The smoke engulfed and for a moment she thought that she was going to suffocate, but it never happened, instead she felt herself falling into a deep sleep.

The last thing she heard was his deep booming voice, calling her Kaida, his little dragon.

TBC………………………………………………………………………………………

A/N:Thanks to all the reviewers: Aangsair, Gothic Lust, AngelWingsbaka, LynGreenTea, Strawberrylover, StarPrincess2020, shadow-inu14, Angel Flame-Mary, mangadreams, Sesshomaru Hiei and Kurama addiction and Eternityoftears.

Kaida, means little dragon in Japanese.

Slowly, the mystery that is Kagome will begin to unravel. Anyways until next time.