Sorry it's been so long everyone – it's been crazy. Anyway, I don't own Inuyasha or the gang, but Sinya and the plot are mine – ALL MINE!!!!! clears throat right then, how you enjoy this chapter!!

-Shrew

Chapter four

Inuyasha, Miroku, and Naraku stormed into the house. All three looked pissed. In fact, all three were pissed. What they didn't know however, the reasons for their bad moods were in the house that very second.

Inuyasha was pissed because, one, they wouldn't get the building they had planed to. And second, he had gone to yell at that Kagome chick for it, only to find the building empty and locked up. Miroku was pissed because he had gone with the grumpy Inuyasha so he could see Sango again, only to find no one home. And....well, no one was really sure what was up with Naraku.

"Sesshomaru, your betrothed skipped town! I went down there this morning and no one was home. And all their stuff was packed up too -- so they had--" before Inuyasha was able to finish, someone collided head on with him. And low and behold, it was Kagome. A very sick, wobbly Kagome at that.

"Thanks, I -- oh, it's you. Never mind then." and with that, Kagome tried to push away from the bewildered dog demon. As she moved, her face turned a light shade of green. Covering her mouth with her hand, she let herself sink down onto the ground. "I'm going to be sick!"

Without saying a word, Inuyasha scooped her up into his arms and walked slowly in the direction of the bathroom. "You guys make yourself at home, I'll take care of this."

"Do you think he remembers this really isn't his house, it's his brothers?" Miroku mused. The sound of someone falling down the stairs however, grabbed both men's attention. Miroku's heart stopped in his chest when he saw Sango sprawled out onto the floor. Running over to her he felt for a pulse and relaxed visibly. "Sango, can you hear me? Are you okay?"

"Not if I'm hearing your voice. Crap, I must have died and gone to hell. My head hurts."

Miroku grinned and brushed her hair away from her face. She muttered something sleepily and grabbed his hand tightly. "Why are you being so nice to me Miroku? What do you want this time? Everything good I had too offer anyone was shattered when I found that other women in your bed. I have nothing left to offer anyone, so what do you think I have that you want now?"

The smile faded from his face and his face hardened. Gently picking her up into his arms, he started walking in the direction of his bedroom. Well, the bedroom he had claimed as his whenever he spent the night here.

When Miroku was out of sight, Naraku walked over to the side of the room and pulled Kikyo from out of her hiding place. "It's been a while love. When I went with the others to your home, and you were no where to be found, I --"

"I know. I wish that I could have told you where I was going, but it was all last minute. Don't worry Naraku, I don't love him anymore. Seeing him doesn't bother me." Smiling sweetly at him, Kikyo ran a hand over his cheek gently. Sliding both her arms around his waist, she hugged him tightly.

"What about the relationship he's forming with your sister? I don't think I've ever seen that look in his eyes when he was looking down at her."

"Not even with me?"

"Not even with you. If I thought he was just using her to get to you, or that he just liked her because she looks like you at her age, I'd keep him away. You know that, right?"

"I know. I also know I deeply hurt him. I'm glad we decided not to let him know I decided I loved you more then I loved him. I think that would have broken him. Dose Sesshomaru know?"

"Of course he dose. As far as I know, he knows everything we do as well as if he was doing it himself. He has never been at a lose in all the time I have known him."

"I have no idea what I'm going to do with you....." Sesshomaru mused as he gently stroked Sinya's hair. As she muttered something incoherent, the dog demon carefully placed a wet cloth on her forehead.

Twenty minutes later Sinya's baby blue eyes began to slowly open. At first she seemed disoriented and lost, that is, until she was finally able to focus on the person in front of her. "What the hell do you think your doing?!" was all she was able to crock out before she was forced to shut here eyes because of her throbbing head.

"Caring for you, since you seem incapable of caring for yourself. When I get my hands on your 'friends' I will --"

"Leave them out of this. I offered it to them then waited until they were too drunk to tell me 'no'. Besides, it's not like I haven't been drunk before you know."

Sesshomaru grunted at that and removed the cloth from her forehead. Opening a drawer in the bedside table, he with drew a small bottle. "Take this. It will help with your head ache and your stomach." standing, he shot her one last glace before walking from the room. "Don't go anywhere. I need to get you something for that bruise."

Sinya made a face at him behind his back and flipped him off. Looking around her, she noticed that the room she was in was decorated in only two colors. Black and red.

Even the bed covers matched. As she continued to survey the room, Sinya soon came to the conclusion that she was in Sesshomaru's personal bed chamber. The room smelled like him -- something she would have picked up had she not had she not felt so ill. Eyes going wide, Sinya quickly grabbed some of her hair and sniffed it. The sent of sandalwood overwhelmed her senses. "Fuck! I smell like him now!"

Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, Sinya took a deep breath and stood up. The room spun and she ended up falling to the floor, one hand on the side of the bed for support. And of course, that was just when Sesshomaru had decided to come back into the room.

Growling under his breath, he picked Sinya up and tossed her back onto the bed. "Do you ever do as you are told wench?"

"Not often, no."

"When we are wed, you will learn your place."

"Like I'm going to wed you. If it hadn't been for you and your friends, none of this would have ever happened, and -- why dose the side of my face feel like it was bitch slapped?"

Sesshomaru held out the small patch of cloth he had brought. "I was unable to reach you before you hit the floor when you passed out. You seem to be weaker then most humans, that will not fair well for our children."

"I'm not giving birth! If you want pups that badly, got find a woman who will be willing to go through the pain of labor while you sit at home reading the Sunday times!"

Ignoring her completely, the dog demon snatched the cloth from her hand and placed it on the side of her face. Sinya gasped out as her cheek started to burn, but then sighed as the pain disappeared completely. "Can I have another one of those for my side? When I fell out that window three weeks ago my hip and leg got pretty bashed up."

Frowning, Sesshomaru flipped her to her right side. Holding her down with one hand, he used the other to peel away the tight fitted jeans she wore. The dark yellow and green bruise made him catch his breath. Had he known she had been so badly hurt, he would have sent Naraku to her. For the mark to still be on her, she must have bruised the muscle. Taking the cloth from her face, he gently rubbed it against her hip until the bruise had become visible lighter.

Sinya kept still as he gently moved the cloth from her hip down her leg slightly. Her face a bright red as she tried to ignore the feelings stirring inside her. Heat coursed through her as he leaned over and pressed a light kiss onto her hip. Clearing her throat loudly, she was finally able to find her voice. "What do you think you are doing?"

Sesshomaru smiled wickedly at her, having already smelled the arousal his touch had brought her. As her face turned a brighter shade of red his smile grew wider. "I am caring for you, as I said. Why? Is there something else you wish me to take care of?"

Both of them knew she understood his question. Just as both of them know she would not answer said question. Pulling her jeans off the rest of the way, Sesshomaru lifted the covers and tucked them under Sinya's chin.

"I begin to look forward to our wedding. Good night Sinya, May all your dreams be filled with....pleasurable images." and with that, he was gone from the room, leaving a still red faced Sinya lying restlessly in his king sized bed. And she had never been more aware of how very alone she was until she gazed about the large empty room.....