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Chapter 13: Virgin Mary

Kikyo stood stiff outside of the Shikon staring at the structure that was the entrance into her sister's realm. She lifted the black straps of her purse onto her shoulder before looking down again at the directions on her phone. She exited out of the app quickly and went to the dial pad pulling up the number that belonged to her sister on speed dial. Her name pulled up on the screen but her thumb hovered over the green button to start the call. Kikyo moved her black round sunglasses down a bit on her nose to see with clarity the future that lay before her. She looked up to see a couple walk up to the doors and was greeted by the host with a wide grin. She wished it would be that easy for her but she was starting to panic; having lost the little courage that she managed to discover without the once useful help of Jack, Remy, or Morgan.

Kikyo pulled at her black dress a little and adjusted the black wide brim hat that she had on her head. The weather was gorgeous and mild with a just a cool breeze that would come through every so often. Paris felt so good on the skin. The test on rather or not Paris was always a good idea was at her feet. She looked at all the centuries old architecture and beautiful flowers in bloom that were planted along the way. For the first time in a long time she put on makeup and powder onto her face. She nearly gave herself a heart attack when she looked into the mirror not quite recognizing this person. She had once lived by the words of Coco Chanel who said to always dress like you were going to meet your worst enemy that day. She prayed that wouldn't be the case as she touched her ears which had the only pair of diamonds she now owned. These were momentums from her mother that she just couldn't part with no matter how bad she wanted a fix in the past. She wanted to look her best to show the progress she had made. The last time her and her sister saw each other was when they parted ways. She slowly stopped accepting her video chats and soon after they stopped coming. Her hair was curled to fall down her left shoulder in soft waves stopping pass her butt now. It had grown considerably over the last couple of years. She had gained a few pounds back onto her body getting rid of the sickly greenish hue that spoke of her malnutrition. In addition to her alcoholism she had managed to avoid really eating much of anything due to the pain she would feel after a bad bought of binge drinking. You couldn't see her ribcage so clearly now as well. She was still underweight but her doctor said that she had to take slow steps as her body would fight against the healthy weight gain if it came too fast. It really was like starting all over again in life. She went from a liquid diet to a soft foods one that she could digest without feeling he need to vomit. Kikyo was very diligent in trying to get better using the little picture of her little niece to fuel her drive.

Rin was special to their family. The miko's all attended summer academy together. Kagome and Tsuki were best childhood friends and Kikyo of course was the older sister that protected over them both. Kikyo was the prized miko of the academy having shown power that was said to be reminiscent of the great legendary Midoriko. Kikyo took her job with great responsibility and actually made substantial amount of money blessing homes and becoming an ordained priestess. Tsuki and Kagome had a truly unbreakable bond that made them more like her twin baby sisters as one wasn't too far away from the other until they grew into their own. One went to culinary school and the other went college to fight for social justice among demons and humans. Kikyo still remained the go to older sister for problems of all kinds. She was there to bless Tsuki's marriage with the demon prince Hoshiyomi. She even was sat on a panel about demon and human relations when they asked the favor of her being that not only was she a famous artist but a renowned miko and had weight as to her opinion on things. But the birth of Rin was truly a special event. She was there to perform the entire ceremonial blessing of their little bundle of joy that was named Rin. She held that little girls in her arms tightly and prayed as hard as she could to give an everlasting shower of blessings onto her. But what good did that do?

'Don't do that.' She repeated in her head like a mantra.

She was so proud of herself after completing the substance withdrawal program. She followed her doctor's and therapist instructions to look to exercise as a healthy solution to her stress and problems. It had been a hell of a ride over the few months but she did it…and by herself. She sweated and endured migraines that came from the initial 48 hour withdrawal. She checked herself into the hospital where the polite and wonderful staff helped her get through the worst of her ordeal. She had met her match when she woke up incredibly hungover lying naked on her bed near a pile of bottles that she had yet to throw out smelling of cheap liquor and sex. Her body felt sticky and bruises were on her skin from a rough night that she couldn't piece together. Whoever shared her space was long gone leaving nothing behind but vacant memories and a broken condom. Her abdomen hurt severely bringing instant worry to her predicament. She moved groggily feeling the ever responsive sensation of nausea that always followed and further inspected herself with her fingers to find semen and dried blood on the sheets and between her legs.

She had stumbled into the hospital wearing an old track suit she found that drowned her with a high fever and a blood pressure count that was deathly. Her legs could barely hold her and she had to take a cab just to get there. Tears had fallen in streaks scaring the poor elderly demon to death who took her straight there free of charge. She hadn't even made it fully into a lobby yet before a demoness came rushing towards her with concern, a wheelchair, and a rape kit. Maybe she was tired. Maybe she felt finally defeated but everything had spilled out of her mouth then. The nurses didn't judge her but instead gave her a pelvic exam and told her the consequences of her drunken actions. She really didn't know who the male was or if it was consensual. By then she had turned desperate to at least find someone who would be there for her because clearly she had no one now that the house was being sold. Thankfully her injury was one that could be healed. Now she had to deal with the mortification, physical pain, stress, and depression that would follow and she knew that if she left without help…it would be the end of her.

It had been surely the worst week of her life as she relived every dark memory and listened to every hurtful thing said to her set to repeat inside of her mind. She fought the shakes and the hallucinations that wrapped her in a blanket of turmoil until her powers kicked in to aid her in her healing. Her doctors made a point to say how lucky she was that her miko abilities helped combat the effects of her extreme alcohol abuse. She had woke up drenched on the linoleum floor fighting to make it back to her bed when the first battle was over leaving her tired and drained.

The staff offered to call her family but she fought them on it. She refused to have anyone see her in such a mess. They moved her to a rehab retreat where she spent most of her days just trying to take one minute at a time without feeling the need to snap at someone or scream about her personal injustices. She couldn't go cold turkey completely as that could have been detrimental to her recovery so they allowed her the cigarettes in which every month she was supposed to smoke less and less. By the end of her time she had managed to go prolong term without reaching for the bottle and had returned home with a hand full of pills that she wasn't going to take to really have her sobriety tested.

Kikyo returned to the house with one backpack at the time in shock at the way she left it. It smelt of garbage that was putrid. Fruit flies had developed in the trash can and the floors were sticky. She dropped her bag at the door and combed through the house; one room at a time cleaning from floor to ceiling. She cried on her hands and knees scrubbing the sinks and tubs remembering the many nights she laid heavily upon them rebuking whatever she drank at that time no longer caring if it was night or day. She collected all the bottles and cigarette buds off the floor. She flushed her pills down the toilet along with any other alcohol left in the house. Her mouth had gone slack at seeing a small 50 ml of Jack Daniels in one of her clutch purses. A long hour struggle began inside of her and she wasn't able to throw the last lonely soul away. Instead she just put in on the coffee table finding she just liked the idea of knowing it was there than not in the house at all. She cringed at finding an old bong she had when she first started experimenting but luckily she wasn't into that sort of addiction. She took all the sheets and set them in an aluminum trash she had got from the hardware store and burned them along with a few other things she wanted to be rid of. She scrubbed the walls and ripped posters down of memories regarding her old self for this Kikyo was different now. This Kikyo had struggled and had seen a glimpse of what hell was like. This Kikyo had survived and she did it without leaning on anyone.

Everything else happened in a whirlwind which was so unlike her as she usually was the planner and responsible one out of her family. But, she had to leave and get out of that pain that constantly had her in rotation. The house was clean and free from poison. She kept the pictures of her family up and placed them into new frames with Rin in the center. She placed the article she had printed about her sister's restaurant in France next to her picture and set a date as to when she would go to lend her help.

She managed in the meantime to finish a few paintings and sell them using the task as a platform to reintroduce her back into the art industry. Many of her previous associates were shocked to see her making her rounds and speaking to art directors and collectors. She was sure it was shocking to see her sober for once and not walking around like a typhoon on the loose. She managed to sell her paintings which sold for quite a lot seeing as her new found emotional artistry really connected with a few collectors who appreciated the torment that was captured on canvas. Soon as the last canvas was sold, she packed one bag and a box and bolted to France. She didn't have much because she sold many things to feed her addiction at one time or another except for her parent's belongings which was tucked safely away in storage out of anyone's reach. She did manage to grab an old Shikon Jewel souvenir from the closet as a reminder of the Shrine that she was going to try and save. After all it was her childhood home and where she learned to be a miko. She looked down to see its shiny luminescent glow resting around her neck a simple silver chain. She clutched the artificial stone tightly in her shaking clammy palms while looking back to the pretty place her sister had built.

The call to help her family had come when she read that article again after returning from rehab. The internet was full of information and she didn't have to dig too much to see something was happening with her sister. She did admit she was a bit jealous to see a picture of her sister and her niece with a royal family at her restaurant. Granted Kagome looked like an angry puffer fish but everyone looked so happy and Rin was glowing in the arms of the woman she recognized as one of her esteemed buyers and collectors. She didn't see too much after that but she knew from having been around her original establishment in Tokyo that there was damage done to her baby sister and that she wouldn't have. She would be damned if some rich prick tried to destroy the little family that she had left. Despite her rocky relationship with her sister and brother, she wouldn't allow anyone to think that they could destroy the gains they had made. She had listened to Kagome's message on her phone about the house and why she was selling it over and over. It hurt her and she still held resentment towards her for her actions but Rin was priority. Now she just had to get Souta on board as he practically threw down the towel when it came to his relationship with Kagome. She bonded with Souta over the grief and the hatred of their sister who abandoned them. But, she allowed herself to heal and seek counseling to confront her real issues. Now, she looked at Souta and realized that his hatred for Kagome was really aimed towards himself as he had done the same in his own way. He used school as his escape vehicle whereas Kagome used Rin and her business.

Kikyo checked the days until the day finally came where she completed the last stage of her sobriety and passed the checkup. But, that didn't mean much of anything as only a few months had passed and she still could feel the urge that somedays would have her rocking on the floor crying for help. Granted she had more good days than bad but when the bad days came…they came with heavy artillery that would break her down in seconds. But she carried on and found herself locking the house and making her way to the international airport. She was waiting for her flight in the terminal when she spoke to her sister on the phone trying to catch her plans for the next day so she could surprise her. She was so happy and had even put a few treats hidden in her suitcase for Rin. Unfortunately, someone was at Kagome's home and had cut off their conversation. She had landed a little over seven in Paris and somehow felt a major change for the good. The people, the language, the aroma…it was all different. The people moved slower and spoke with ease. Warmth that one would expect from a gentle hug eased over her skin. It was a change she difference she realized in the middle of the pickup terminal that she needed. Night was falling onto the city by the time she made it pass customs and immigration. Thankfully she had applied for the appropriate visa and was approved to be able to stay longer in France. Maybe if things went well this would be a long term means for her as well.

Kikyo took a few more steps forward stopping shy of the restaurant. All she needed now was to cross the street and walk up the sidewalk. The little awning and garden to the side of the place looked so comfortable and she could imagine herself there sitting and chatting with her sister over a dish she perfected while washing it down with a nice glass of wine…well…water now. Kikyo sighed to herself in longing praying that she could one day have a glass without worrying about relapsing. She placed the tip of her sunglasses in her mouth refusing to make the first step forward into uncharted territory. Uncertainty bubbled forth and brought forth its questions and associated emotions. She had been isolated for many years now. She hardly even knew what her sister looked like in person. Up until a few months ago, she had been driven by years of separation and loneliness that she desperately wanted to forget which had driven her to her addiction in the first place. She had come to learn in her fragile sobriety that loneliness was her trigger and self-blame was the gun powder to her demise. Truthfully, she didn't know what to expect from her sister.

When she landed she had called her sister numerous of times but oddly enough she had no answer. She kept going straight to voicemail every time. Admittedly, she always avoided talking to Kagome unless Rin was involved which meant about eight five percent of the time she was dodging her sister's calls like a boxer. Granted, she never had anything positive to say to her sister and many times she was too inebriated to carry on one without it spilling into an argument. But now she was in a bit of a fix. She only had a few hundred dollars to her name. Just to last her maybe two months in which she hoped to have started on a few projects to bring in income. She had paced through the city looking for her sister before she found her restaurant. It shined like a beacon in the night guiding her way to its double doors. But, upon request she had asked if Kagome was available and had kept her association a secret. She had learned Kagome was not up to seeing anyone at the moment. She wanted to be a positive surprise and decided for the next day to make her presence known. So she found herself standing alone in the middle of Paris at night with a suitcase and a moving box with no place to go and nowhere to stay.

Until then she didn't know what to expect really. She hadn't really thought about how Kagome would receive her living in Paris with her or her lifestyle. Kikyo had always pressured her to come back home but never the other way around. Also, they just recently became good on speaking terms as they both could hold a conversation and laugh even without going into an argument or slamming the phone in each other's faces.

What would happen now when they would meet face to face for the first time in years?

"Am I ready for this?" She asked as she rubbed her slim arms comfortingly. She looked around her at the happy people on the street crowding the space around before looking back at the restaurant. Her eyes saw no cars coming now and she could finally cross and begin a new chapter of her life. Kikyo took a tentative step forward before she took it back. Her crème heels rocked on their ends in debate about the direction she would take. She swallowed the lump in her throat before turning quickly and putting back on her shades to cover her face. Her feet tapped the concrete loudly as she retreated back to safety until she could figure out a game plan should her reception be declined. The craving for relief came to her and she bit her lips to quiet its call. Immediately, she began digging for a cigarette as her nerves got the best of her needing something to calm her down and to combat the anxiety that was building in her belly. She couldn't do it. She wasn't ready to face her sister just yet. What if she hated her? What if she loved her but didn't want her in her new life? She did make great strides to overcome her addiction but she couldn't show her just yet who she way now. She pulled out a box she managed to find and began beating it upside down to get a fresh stick out.

Hopefully her agent would be able to find a loft for her to live in immediately so that she wouldn't burn through her money living in a hotel. She tucked her phone under her arm to remind her to call him asap to see if he could find a place today. Any place would do at this point. She couldn't be picky after all this is her doing much like everything else was. Kikyo put the cigarette to her lips and frantically began searching for her lighter. She needed something to calm her now to combat the self-loathing and pressure that was beginning to lather on her shoulders. Her finger pressed hard on the handle sparking it while protecting it from blowing out by the wind with her hand. A burst of fire came forth and lit her crutch. She took a strong pull from it allowing the smoke to fill into her lungs and burrowing deep within the tissues. She sighed and exhaled slowly allowing the drag she took to take its affect. Her feet slowed along the sidewalk as she took her time to calm down and to stop herself from getting worked up over nothing.

Kikyo took her phone from its position and looked to the screen to see her sister's name still glowing. She shook her head and backed out quickly before going on to text her real estate agent. She looked up to notice there was a park and she made her way towards it. The man she hired was very efficient at his job as he texted back immediately finding something small but he promised it was in good form and there were lots of natural lighting. She could tell it was a property he had been sitting on for a while as he was quick to bring it up as soon as the message was sent. She sighed in relief at her sense of responsibility that had returned to her which aided her in foresight and making good choices again. The short little bout of happiness was soon replaced with sadness at having to make the call in the first place. She walked forward further into the park looking at all the lovely flowers planted for the season. Purples and yellows were dancing everywhere in well-manicured patches. It smelled so fresh that she was compelled to walk over to one. Kikyo wondered when was the last time she stopped to enjoy the simple pleasures like natures gifts which were free. She lowered herself down mindful of her dress and its position.

The sound of a child's laughter was heard and she looked up with a bright smile. Her heart skipped a beat and slowly she stood back up having forgotten her reason for lowering in the first place. Her glasses slid down her nose giving her a colorful view of the vision she was seeing. She stood back up gradually and stared across the lawn at the scene before her. She was once fearful of not recognizing her sister but she was wrong. Kagome stood tall and gorgeous with her chef jacket open revealing the white dress she had on underneath it and her nice trousers. The smile she shared with her two companions was nearly blinding. Her black hair was pulled up sloppily on top of her head while she held two red and blue ice pops in her hands. She humorously moved her hands around doing her best to avoid getting any spills onto her outfit. Kikyo smiled and bit her finger trying to contain her laughter. Only her baby sister would wear white and think she of all people could avoid a mess. Her smile was radiant as she spoke and pointed to the two in front of her. Kikyo had happy tears in her eyes to see how big Rin had gotten and how beautiful she looked. Gone were the crocodile tears and short baby hairs of her infantry even though she was still a baby by demon standards. Her hair had grown a little bit longer and she was now walking and even running it seems.

She watched Rin run happily with fistfuls of flowers in her hands while chasing the young man that helped her last night. He was laughing and doing his best to avoid Rin's flower DIY's but was losing the battle. Kagome's loud words of encouragement egged her onwards almost physically empowering her child to catch the man. Kikyo moved to the side to hide herself as she continued on looking at the happy family. Kikyo nearly cursed at her own bad luck. She knew he the demon was. Her mind went to the pictures on the internet and of the one where her sister was with his family at her restaurant. 'Did he know who I was?' 'Did he tell my sister?' 'Does she know I'm here?' What didn't she called?' Kikyo wandered continuously watching.

The juice was now dripping down Kagome's hand but she didn't seem to mind at all. Rin finally had managed to catch the demon who in turn pulled her into his arms and placed her on his shoulders before making his way to her sister. Rin's tiny hands began immediately making what looked to be a freestyle flower crown filled with an assorted array of flowers decorated in his hair and around his triangular ears that moved on top of his head. The demon walked over to Kagome and immediately bit down on popsicle making Kagome shout loudly at him for his greed. It was half gone when he pulled up.

"Inuyasha!" She yelled scaring an old couple that was walking along the park pathway. "You jerk! That was mine!"

"Calm down! I'll get as many as you like." He responded halfheartedly as he watched Rin attempt to copy his bad manners.

Kagome began to rant gently to him before she reached up to help her daughter lick the treat instead of biting the cold ice pop and suffering from brain freeze. Kikyo stood up from her hiding spot and walked forward again but stopped at the lawn line. It made sense now. The picture…Inuyasha…the Tashio's…Kagome had created her own family and with the Tashio's. She took in the happy little family Kagome had created and backed away slowly.

"Ok you two, I got to go to work." Kagome yelled as Inuyasha ran off with Rin happily smiling with her messy hands in the hair enjoying the ride. She couldn't do it. She wouldn't be a pain in her sister's and niece's new life. She also didn't want to tarnish their reputation for it was no secret she had fallen off the wagon in Japan. The press had a field day and it took a while for the reporters to leave her alone. Her art sold even more than what they were worth but it came with the cost of her dignity. She looked at them as they played and walked together clearly enjoying each other's company like the small family's you would see on the cover of travel brochure's. They deserved a chance to be happy with or without her. She wouldn't rob her niece of that especially knowing what she suffered and lost.

Kikyo waved her hand gently before turning while muttering a silent 'I love you both.' She could feel the need to cry but she steeled herself strong. She was done being weak. Kikyo walked away quickly and looked onto her phone with a strong expression that she was told many times was her 'resting bitch' face. She pushed her glasses back on her face and pulled her bag's straps firmly onto her shoulders securing it. She pulled up the name and the picture of the guy that caused the problem. Hatred for his guts settled in her stomach.

She didn't know where to find him but luckily for her despite her faults, something was still salvageable. Kikyo was always invited to top parties in the high status world in which her art sold for thousands. She looked at her phone at the woman that she knew she could get an audience with. She would not interfere in her life. She would get herself together first and focus on climbing back up and becoming stable again. She did it once, she could do it again. This time she would endure alone. Maybe that's why she had to suffer…to prepare herself for this moment. Kikyo thought carefully first of her future plans as she walked briskly out of the park. She needed to sit down immediately with that woman and get to work. She looked through her phone praying the number was still in there ready to be used. Yes, she would first make the phone call and then she would make her rounds to pay the ice prick a visit. She waited and her number got transferred a few times before the line was finally connected. She had already crossed the street and was making her way towards the main road to hail a taxi. In triumph she smiled and picked up her pace unknowingly that her eyes flashed a bright blue from the rise of her reiki.

"Yeah, hi…Izayoi. It's so good to hear you."

"…."

"May I come by the office? I have a major project that I would like your specific expertise as you do throw the best parties."

"…"

"That is fine! I'm sure a lunch date with you and Kaguya would be lovely. I actually wanted to have…a word with her as well." She spoke as her heels clicked harder against the pavement in search of a taxi to take her to the Elysee Palace.

Kagome smiled brightly leaving the steps of the bank in a hurry; finally free of paperwork. She had just finished filing her tax forms and needed the banks signature serving as witness that her funds were as she said they were. She walked happily breathing a breath of fresh air at having completed the task that was needed on the business end of her restaurant. She ruffled her hair a little and walked down the winding street. She felt so light today as if everything that had happened was just a nightmare. The lamps began to turn on along the street and she slowed her pace knowing that Rin for once was undeniably safe with the rugged hanyou that bulldozed his way into their lives. The sky was changing from the beautiful twisted oranges, yellows, and pinks to the rich dark blues, purples, and blacks that transitioned the evening sky into night. The previous evening was one of the best moments that she had experienced in a long time. For a tiny moment she was free of responsibility, weight, guilt, and pressure of worrying about how she was going to save Rin and help everyone that needed her. Inuyasha was fun and light seemingly going through life without a care in the world. He was obviously a demon that didn't let too much of anything get him down for long.

The bar had packed with more people considerably after they had sat down and was quite the hangout spot for the locals. They swapped stories over hamburgers and fries, moving to nachos later. Her hands would combat his snatching ones from picking off too much from the plate turning into a game. The beer kept coming. Its concoction loosened her body and her tongue apparently as she too shared embarrassing moments of her childhood going toe to toe with him. She laughed hard many times hearing the ones regarding bets with his oldest that went sour and getting into all kinds of trouble on behalf of Shirori. Even Kagura had come over to share a drink and a few rebuttals with Inuyasha; bringing up a few lost stories from his party days that were way beyond her time…and any other human in France that didn't share their lifespans with demon mates for that matter. Their time had come to an end much too soon for her liking but she just couldn't stay out late. He was so warm and caring as he guided her back to her apartment. He offered to get Rin while she cleaned-up a bit and get rid of the alcohol bar smell that was sure going to tickle Rin's nose. The hot water and silence was just what she needed because by the time Rin had come home fast asleep in Inuyasha's arms, Kagome was relaxed and ready to sleep herself. She bit her lip and pulled out her phone to check for messages and saw none. She closed her phone and began to hum happily to herself catching the looks of two guys who appreciated her lovely nature and song.

She looked upwards into the skyline and she could see the Eiffel Tower coming into view. Its golden elegance shined brightly above all announcing to the world its love for the city. Its hypnotizing sparkle called to her and she listened captivated by its light. Her feet took her closer and she picked up her pace happy to see the structure for once like the other Parisians. She walked thinking of the strong male and his personality. He was unfiltered, unapologetically raw and he never sugarcoated anything to her even when sharing details of his own life at the bar. The low lights in the place didn't make the bar grungy at all. An intimate atmosphere was created. She felt homey and wondered maybe if her staff would enjoy coming here together for drinks and to just relax. It could have also been how close they were leaning in at one point. The heavy details that would make anyone squirm, Inuyasha bore to her and she accepted it unjudging. She understood pain and loss…even mistreatment as she was a miko that had learned from the charity work her father that suffering was like a random ingredient given to everyone regardless of race, gender, species, ethnicity, and age. When you got your portion you had to either make the most of it, learn to use it to create something else, or try to swallow it down as best as you could hoping it wouldn't kill you on the way down.

Kagome walked further and until she came to the building she recognized. She stood stiff looking up at the massive building windows looking for the ones that she knew belonged to Sesshomaru. The doorman stood in front of the glass doors smiling. His hands were holding the door ready to assist her should she approach. The desire to kick it rose up inside of her just thinking about the mess he made and ran away from. She walked forward on the sidewalk away throwing her head back but stopped and backtracked. She thought back to the night he came to her place. The night he came to taunt her about her dropping in on his restaurant. The night that he also had caused her baby girl to cry and did not once look back to help. All the information Inuyasha had given came to her. She needed to know his connection. She needed to know why Rin responded the way she did to him. She needed to understand how to help her child because nothing that she was doing on her own was helping. Her chest heaved in frustration now. Thoughts about his younger brother were now thrown out of the window. She gritted her teeth and marched up the stone steps growling in such a way that impressed a few demons walking by. She needed answers and dammit she was going to get them even if she had to subdue Sesshomaru to get them. The doorman quickly opened the door and invited her inside welcomingly.

Her white heels beat hard on the marble during her mission to get to the top floor to Sesshomaru's restaurant. She looked at her phone checking the time and she nodded in agreement. She had just a little bit of time before she was expected to pick up her daughter from Kaede's. She went straight for the elevator and pushed the button that would take her up to the top floor. She tapped her foot anxiously desiring to have a word or two with the demon. Today she would not hide or run from the big bad dog. The numbers on the top lit up in yellow until finally the bell rang announcing her arrival. She held her bag close to her and waited for the doors to grant her entry. She spiked her aura knowing it would catch the demon's attention if he was around or at least his manager. The doors opened wide and Kagome pulled herself together seemingly growing in height. She lifted her chin in the way she remembered Kikyo would do when power moving in a room full of strangers and money at an event. Kagome moved to the host who remembered her from before. Kagome caught the sight of the wrap around bar but saw it was full of jostling rich patrons. The host smiled brightly giving her a show of his fangs before offering her the table she had previously. She nodded in acceptance and followed behind the young host. He personally seated her and went to get her a waiter. Soon her waiter was introduced, her drink taken, menu given and the day's specials offered.

"Please feel free to tell your head chef that Kagome Higurashi from Shikon is dining and would like to speak to whoever's in charge. I'm also not above making kitchen visits." She stated putting the menu down not even bothering to look through it all the way. The demon blinked in shock at the woman so boldly sending him to call out his boss. He silently cursed his luck and went back to tell the kitchen.

Kagome sat at the table patiently, a plan forming in her head with each passing minute. Her fingers quickly dived into her pocketbook and she took out a pen. She quickly tore a piece of paper from a letter she was carrying. She wrote her cell number and name in legible penmanship. Once finished, she waited patiently to be graced with his almighty's good graces. She checked her phone for the time again and noticed she needed to leave soon to catch a taxi. She drank her water and leaned back in her seat. Her eyes shifted closed for a minute until she felt a low tremor that woke up her miko sensibilities. Its aggressive influence raked across her mimicking that of claws across her naked arms. She looked down and she could see welts from the attack but she made no move to heal them just yet. Immediately her eyes opened and she looked to see none other than Sesshomaru Tashio standing before her tall and dressed in a white crisp shirt, capped sleeves, and black slacks that didn't exactly scream kitchen practical. His hair was pulled high into a ponytail and his markings shined brightly across his pale face announcing his high social standing among demons. She smiled confidently, tapping her nail on his table showing him how much she could care of his power display.

Sesshomaru growled lowly at her audacity to call him out and threaten him with her aura. He sniffed her catching the scent of his brother upon her. He would have to make a notion to tell Inuyasha to get his bitch or risk a real reenactment of Marie Antoinette except his sharp claws would be her guillotine. Kagome's aura sparked against him angrily. His claws itched to reach around her neck and cut off her oxygen. She leaned back casually from him and stared back into his face unflinching. He watched her deliberately move over and stood to her full height which was still nothing compared to his formidable appearance. Sesshomaru flared his aura at her in reprimand of her challenge to him. Her eyes flashed pink and her reiki slid daringly against him in concentrated control heating his own flesh mimicking that of a burn. Clearly, she was trained in the ancient arts of spiritual power. He could feel a few stares and whispers coming from his customers but he could care less about any of these people at the moment. If they all dropped dead right as they stood, he wouldn't care at all. He growled warningly to her but she did not back down.

"Listen because I have to leave to get my daughter and have not time for games. I know…you know something about Rin that could help her. She remembers you and she hasn't stopped mewling for you at night. I can put my pride to the side and admit that I need help with her growth regarding her demonic nature." She lowly whispered so that nobody would hear them. She was knowledgeable of range for demon hearing and as a trained miko she prided herself on her priestess abilities. She came dangerously closer to him feeling his heavy aura push on her warningly causing small pains across her skin but she didn't care. She would do anything for Rin. If it meant facing her enemy and asking for help then she would do it. "If it's true…" She swallowed trying her best to form the words about her beloved friends. "If it's true and you are as close to the Yomi's as I think you are….or that you know anything about the Royal Yomi Family of Japan than please…I'm begging you to use what you know to help Rin."

Kagome looked to his clawed fists understanding that she was in the pathway of possible mutilation. Mustering all her courage she boldly stuffed her number in his palms and patted his hand gently before looking back up into his amber eyes. "I got to pick up my baby now. I'm off all day tomorrow. Text me when you are on the way to my apartment."

She moved around him slowly very much aware of his dog instincts rising. Kagome knew not to make any major movements as this would set him off. Dogs loved the chase rather it was playful or something of a more serious life threatening nature. His golden eyes were hard and rich in color announcing that she had his beast's attention as well. "Help me and name your price." She offered slowly walking away from him. "Don't help me and I'll just show get your entire family involved and maybe they can tell me since you won't." She called now fully giving him her back to look at as she walked away towards the elevator.

Sesshomaru crushed her number into his hands tightly seeing her dressed in pure white walking away like some glorified angel. He was angered at her audacity to use his family against him. He couldn't lie however, his curiosity was piqued. And he knew it was a battle he would lose. His parents were both considerably affectionate to the young onna and her child almost claiming them as pack. Upon his most recent visit into the family's castle he had smelled them both all over the place. Inside the living rooms and in the gardens…in the wash rooms and the kitchens. Rin's scent had made it to the family den which any demon would tell you was extremely sensitive. If Kagome was taken there then no doubt his father would have swept them in under his direct care marking them as pack.

Despite her threats, he desired to see the little pup again. Something inside of him needed to see her and this was too perfect of an opportunity to not to take. He allowed his energy to roam the room freely watching as a few patrons left from fright. He owned the property and really their meals were just paying for the lights, water, taxes, and food production. He shoved his fists into his pocket being sure to tuck her number safely in his pockets. The demonesses that crowded his restaurant stayed doing their best to get his attention. The scent of their arousal disgusted him as some he could smell that a few haven't even allowed another demon's essence to escape their caverns. His beastly nature could feel her warning sizzle on his skin heating it. It reminded him of someone holding the bottom of a hot pan and threatening to sit on his arm. He sneered remembering her plea and promise. He planned on capitalizing on her deal. One day she would regret this dealing. A sly smirk came onto his lips as he walked off and back into the kitchens to watch his chefs fearfully cook for their lives.

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