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Chapter 26: Side Dishes

"Just a little bit more milk."

"Why does mine not look like yours?"

"You got to stir it up a bit."

"Like this?"

"You don't have to kill it!"

Shippo laughed as Shiori tried her hand at making a béchamel sauce in her exuberant kitchen. Shippo was quite shocked when he came to her high rise luxury condo to find she had a chef's kitchen. It consisted of a full range gas stove and granite countertops that surrounded him with an island and a sink in the center. Two golden chandeliers and additional lighting hung over the island above lighting the kitchen up brightly. He had arrived to find that the kitchen didn't seem to be used much at all too by the barren fridge and lack of pots and pans. He found gifts in her storage and helped her unwrap them to place in her kitchen where they belonged. Everything in her home was artistic and well-crafted from the gifted knife set to the hand crafted coffee tables that filled her living room. He found himself almost too afraid to touch anything but Shiori quickly made sure he was welcome into her home by pulling him about and telling him about everything she received.

He moved his spoon slowly around the pot showing her the proper way to fold in ingredients while moving at a slower pace instead of beating the mixture to death and spilling its contents all over the place. Garlic and onion filled the kitchen as they prepped for a meal she wanted to have. His large green eyes watched Shiori's attempt to whisk her ingredients together quite brutally from his stand point. He was standing in her kitchen preparing another dish that required techniques and skills that would be on his exam. He had several more classes and a few master classes to sit through before he was allowed to apply for the exit exam. Everything was just a recap of what all he remembered with an occasional twist and side note to remember. Just thinking about his exam at times was enough to send his heart into overdrive. His mind could barely find rest at night with the weight that laid on his shoulders. He had to pass this exam and make this work if he wanted to do better. He couldn't wait to pay the last bit of money for school. Then he could breathe again and not have his pack at home worry if he was surviving or not. But he was pleased to say he found an odd sense of peace and happiness at the moment.

Shippo was happily slaving over a hot stove next to Shiori who was cooking at his side on the right burner trying her best to learn what he was doing. The last few weeks had been great and the agreement they had made was fruitful for both parties. The first day was a bit awkward as he had a run-in with the doorman who didn't believe he had an invitation to come into Shiori's building despite having been seen by him with Shiori previously. Of course, his face was covered with groceries and bags of his own personal pots and pans that he brought over after having learned of Shiori's lack of kitchen essentials. Then of course she insisted she get her own and needed his help which was a hilarious adventure. Shiori was infatuated with gadgets that spun, flipped, lit up, and came with accessories. He had to talk her out of wasting her money several times on "As Seen On TV" items.

When they finally were able to settle and begin their arrangement, the fun really began. After the first little hiccups in their schedules, they formed a rhythm of sorts. Certain mornings and evenings he would come over and make breakfast or prepare a dinner for her later while they talked or while she got ready for work. It worked out better than expected as he had freedom to try to make any and everything with the expectation of giving her sort of a culinary experience that was hopefully different than anything she had ever experienced. Of course, he didn't let her pay for groceries as his pride just couldn't get pass her paying for everything. He stopped taking her payments as well. He really just enjoyed the practice and her feedback but even more so having her time and attention. However, the endeavor was indeed very much expensive and he was feeling it hit his pockets at first. But soon, Shiori had caught on and started stocking the fridge up with any and everything. One time she even threatened that she would buy out the grocery store if it would help.

Shippo looked over at her as her long silver hair hung down her back and her petite lips spilled forth a story about the last time she tried to cook with her mother. Her bright golden eyes stayed focused on the pot in front of her as she moved slowly on her own accord now. Her lips stayed in a smile growing evermore excited at the thickening of the roux she had made. Her joy was infectious that exuberated from her aura and flooded him as well. The sound of popping was heard and he quickly looked at the back burner to see the shrimp, oysters, and scallops ready to be removed. He leaned over the pot to turn off the burner of a pan of seafood he had sizzling for a minute in garlic wine and lemon juice.

Some days like today, he had a hard time focusing on his dish due to the distraction of the Inu Princess waltzing around leisurely in a satin nightgown and a silk robe that fell off her shoulders when she started to move her arms around too much. Granted it was his fault, as he had arrived really late due to the work that needed to be done that night. Just being surrounded by her scent and in her personal space was intoxicating. Shippo had fought many times against his instincts to focus on the task at hand. Even just the slightest brush of her skin against his had him holding onto the counter for dear life. At times the sexual tension between them was almost unbearable but he had been honorable on his intentions and had not tried anything. Besides, the way their cards were dealt…he didn't think he had much to offer her.

"It looks ok now." Shiori said leaving it alone now to thicken having learned the lesson of being kind to her dish. Her eyes went up to Shippo as she watched him pour the seafood into their sauces and set the pan back down on the back burner.

"Congratulations, on the start of a promising culinary career." Shippo responded with a smirk as he did the same to his mixture.

She saw the dimple growing in his side cheek as he looked at her from the side. She wished she had this every day. He was really sweet yet also had a very humorous almost prankster like personality. He would tell her funny stories, jokes, and on occasion show her his kitsune magic tricks he claims to have thwarted western settlers during their attempts at taking his pack's territory. He also swears his siblings were using the same magic currently to keep the big companies from building a pipeline through the sacred lands of the entire indigenous population. Having Shippo so near to her and joking with him brought so much goodness into her life. She lived very fast whereas he was very laidback. He was strong and very persuasive in his own way. She at times found herself going to sleep early just because she knew he would be there the next morning ready to spend time in her kitchen perfecting his craft. "Oh, yes. I'm the next Martha Stewart!" She exclaimed happily with sarcasm.

"Hey…you never know." He said shrugging his shoulders and going back to the cutting board to mince a few leaves of parsley. "You could start by selling holiday cookies on the TV."

Shiori rolled her eyes and leaned against the countertop now that her job was done. She had successfully learned a foundation challenge of creating a roux of sorts. She looked at the bubbly concoction and at Shippo's to compare. It wasn't exactly the same but she would take the win. She pulled her robe together tightly as he continued to move before her. Her fingertips yearned for ages to run through his fiery long locks that hung behind his head in a loose ponytail. Her eyes went to the clock on the wall and almost cursed underneath her breath at the fast movement of time. He would have to leave soon or he would miss his train.

"This is the best idea, I have ever had!" Shiori said watching him reach over and place a few more pieces of seafood and fresh sprouts of parsley in her small experimental pot. She grabbed the handle and moved her whisk carefully this time following his movements. Finally, he motioned for her to stop. She watched as he covered both pots with their lids and brushed his hands on his apron that he had brought with him.

Shippo looked at the clock hanging on the wall. 'Damn' He thought as their time had come to an end. He calculated the time it would take to reach the next train and knew he had to get going. "Ok. Now later all you need to do is boil these noodles I made." He said pointing to the container of fresh noodles he had brought from the restaurant. "Eleven minutes only!" He stressed with a smirk as she hit his arm playfully.

"I can make noodles! I'm not that bad!" She said as he defended himself laughingly.

"You're right. Shame to say…I have seen worst." He said taking his hair out of his ponytail and stepping out of the kitchen towards his bags. "Also, we need to pick another time to meet next week. Restaurant week is coming so my hours are going to change." He said digging through his book bag for his phone.

Shiori walked towards him as she thought about her schedule. Her line debut was coming up fast as well which meant her mornings would be hectic and her nights would be late. By the time she would get home, the last train would have probably have gone. She bit her lip not wanting to lose what she had gained. "I know." She bounced on the balls of her bare feet. "Why don't I meet you at your place next time?"

Shippo stilled and looked up at her. "What?" So many things about her plan were inherently wrong. First, he lived almost an hour out of the city by train. By the time they met up it would be even later than appropriate. Secondly, he lived in "The Bottoms" in a raggedy loft with barely anything to his name. She couldn't be seen down there with him. She wouldn't even have any place to sit. Lastly, regardless of the place…she shouldn't be out anywhere by herself late at night alone when anyone and anything could grab her. She may be a demoness, but people could be vile and do all kinds of things. He wouldn't be able to sleep at night if she did that.

Shiori nodded. "Well…it's going to be either really late nights for us both or super early mornings which is going to be stressful for you. It just makes sense for me to meet you half way you know. I have a car so I can get home from anywhere. Besides, you should be focusing on passing your test and being stress free about it." She looked at the clock on the wall and bit her lip now fearful of the time. The last train would be coming soon. He would have to use his demon speed to reach the train.

"But it's too late in the night. You shouldn't be out by yourself going home anywhere." He said standing up to his full height with a frown on his face not liking her plan.

Shiori inhaled through her nose trying to draw calm. They spoke about this before and she took note of his reactions whenever she mentioned his place. She had heard through the grapevine his current situation. Everybody was praising him on how hard he was working and giving his all towards chasing his dreams. There was nothing wrong with him or his actions. In fact she applauded him. She just wished he would see it. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she walked closer to him catching him off guard. She stood chest to chest with him looking up in his eyes.

Shippo stiffened at her sudden change in movements. His bright eyes looked upon her confusingly as he was reminded of their time in his employer's kitchen. A blush came to his cheeks watching her lift her hands up and cup his cheeks affectionately. Her hands felt warm and comforting upon his face. Her fresh shower scent filled his nose. He couldn't. Her brothers would kill him. And what could she want from him? What did he have to give her other than a meal? "Shiori…" He said preparing to push her away.

Shiori smiled sniffing the change in his scent confirming her feelings about the demon she was holding. "Then tomorrow I'll walk with you to your place from the station and I can judge for myself. Then we can make plans together for the next day." She stated firmly before leaning up on her toes to kiss him. Her eyes closed taking his lips gently, feeling her soul sigh in delight at the contact. "And the next day." She moved her lips against his again. "And the next day after that."

His lips pressed firmly against hers and his hands were on her body heatedly. The scent of her arousal was growing in his nostrils. Her lips were soft against his and she felt so sensual and small. His fingers dragged up the silk robe she had on to rest on her hips. He could feel her fingers dive into his hair and move through it coaxing him into further action. He leaned back to look at her relaxed and flushed face.

"I think I should go." He muttered against her lips.

"Please don't. Don't run away." She said moving back in to kiss him tenderly. "I want you here with me."

"But-"

"Do you hate me?" She asked leaning back now having grown worried. "Did I do something?"

"N-NO!" Shippo nearly yelped pulling her closer to him. "You're amazing, Shiori! You've been fantastic and if I could spend every minute with you…god!" He rushed breathlessly.

Shiori's face lit up as she kissed him sweetly for his honesty. He held her close and returned her kiss hoping she understood everything he wanted to say to her. Shiori pulled back and nuzzled her nose in his chest before looking up at the clock. "Oh no!" She yelped.

Shippo looked back at the clock but smirked. He turned around to face Shiori with his infamous dimpled smile. With a smirk he lifted her off the ground. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist. Her arms rested on his shoulders as she looked down at him with wide golden eyes. "I guess we can talk now about tomorrow." He said looking up at her with playfulness.

"Finally!" Shiori spoke breathlessly but was caught off by his quick kiss to her lips. She pulled back and looked him in the eyes. "But, are you sure? You're going to miss your last train out of here."

Shippo smirked up at her. "I think I'll catch the morning one with you." He responded before capturing her lips and walking towards the hallway with the intent to discuss thoroughly what needed to be spoken between them.

Miroku was lost for words as he slowly tied his apron around his hips. Music played loudly filling the kitchen from some top countdown of France. The artificial light shining down upon the kitchen seemed to be that of the heavenly kind. He combed his fingers through his short hair hoping to give decorum to his just out of bed hair look. He woke up particularly in a good mood and did his morning routine rather quickly. He now regretted his decision making skills that morning. He stood still watching the scene play out before him. 'God's she was beautiful.' He thought watching the woman he had been sharing his knife and cutting board with up to her elbows in dough and flour.

Her hands worked cutting pieces up and sticking them in the plastic wrap for them to rise later in the fridge. He watched her move through the empty space as if she owned the place. She had on a white crop top and a blue jean jumper that was covered in speckles and handprints of white powder. He could see smooth tanned skin underneath that had his fingertips itching to touch. Her brown hair was tied up on her head messily with bangs hanging down in her face for once. Her expression as she worked was so serene in that moment. Her big brown eyes were bright and her mouth moved as she worked through her thoughts rumbling around in her head. Her hands moved a bowl of batter to her front and she began rolling the dough around the chocolate in her hands. He stood for a moment longer desiring so desperately to be the dose of chocolate resting on the side of her mouth after she had a morsel to taste. He sent a silent thank you to his savior above before hitting the door to make it seem as if he had just arrived.

He watched as her head snapped up but her hands moved on auto pilot. "Morning, Miroku!" She greeted in her American English. She wiped her hands on her jumper and quickly went over to the radio to turn down the music.

"Bonjour." He responded in kind with a smile while walking over to her counter to see what she was up to. "What is this?"

Sango smiled pointing to the fridge and holding up her bowl of cookie batter. "Bread for our brunch today and cookies for the Children's Society. I promised a friend I would send a batch for her class to enjoy." Sango held up the batter that she had made with glee. "Hot fudge stuffed chocolate chip cookies."

"Mind if I taste?"

Sango looked over seeing the raw cookie dough and opened her mouth to speak but grew quiet. Miroku smiled before reaching out to the corner of her lips and slowly wiping the chocolate there with his thumb. He asked placing his thumb in his mouth and sucking the chocolate off.

Sango looked baffle for a moment before rolling her eyes playfully at him. She picked her butter brush up and lightly dabbed every cookie affectionately with a coat. Sango shook her head before going over to take her tray of cookies to the preheated ovens. "You're incorrigible." She said before opening the ovens and sliding them inside. "But I'll make another batch of cookies for you and the crew to enjoy."

Miroku held his hands up. "Who said anything about the crew?"

Sango laughed walking back to her station and grabbing more chocolate morsels to put into another batch. She didn't respond to him finding nothing to say to the ex-monk. After they had their discussion at the bar, she couldn't help but see him in a new light. They talked about many things including the growing fears circulating around the kitchen and about the business. He had taken the reigns when Kagome was going through her troubles and directed the entire kitchen with ease and understanding. Despite his disposition being a little bit more airy, he still maintained the stern discipline Kagome had to keep everyone on track. They even shared tidbits about each other and she laughed quite often at the many stories he had shared regarding what he called his "past life". He was a great chef and very caring man. She could see him one day having his own joint if he wanted. It was just that damn perverted split personality he had that would rear its head at the most opportunistic time. She watched as he looked at the daily board of notes and nodded his head in understanding. Sango looked at his back and brushed her bangs out of her face with the back of her right hand. "So you ready to take on the job of head chef for the next couple of weeks?" She asked rolling another ball of cookie dough.

Miroku sighed heavily before running his fingers through his head of hair. "I am always ready, Madame." He walked over to her station and leaned against the counter to watch her work. "It will cut into my nightly obligations but I think I'll manage." He stated dramatically as Sango shook her head.

"Good. You need a break from getting chased from women's boudoirs by boyfriends and the like." She tossed at him with a smirk on her lips.

Miroku inhaled dramatically. "Is that what you think of me?" He sweat dropped and looked at her with a hurt expression. "That I go around meddling in the beds of taken women?"

Sango continued on her craft placing another ball of dough onto her cookie sheet. "I wouldn't put it past you especially with your track record." She mumbled underneath her breath.

"And how do you know?" He responded crossing his arms over his chest to look at her with a questionable gaze. "How do you know I do these things you speak of? Do you follow me home? Do you ask about me?"

Sango sputtered and shook her head. "No!" She huffed. "Just stories passed around. You're quite famous you know."

Miroku smirked at her reaction to his question. He sauntered a bit closer to her till he was only but an inch apart to look at her wide eyes. "Famous?" He rubbed his chin at the notion that his reputation. "Do know if you're interested in getting the experience from the source you need only but ask." He spoke with eyes seemingly glowing.

Sango's breath hitched at his words and body language. She quickly reached for her tray of cookies and made an escape to the oven where it was safe. "In your dreams monk!" She called out putting space between them. She slid the cookies into the oven. She turned around and she saw that he was gone. Her eyes searched the kitchen and nervousness filled her. She became a bit saddened by his departure. She bit her lip and placed her hands on her hips. She was always told by her father that her tongue could be as sharp as her blade. She hoped she didn't say anything to hurt his feelings. He was a perv at times but he never did anything to warrant an attack. Suddenly Miroku strolled in with a paper and an attached card. He walked up to her and handed her the invitation.

Sango took it gently with her mouth ready to apologize before she started reading the invitation. "Miorku, I'm-"

"I would have liked to ask you under much more special and romantic circumstances. But seeing as these rumors may have nearly ruined me, I guess now would be the time to ask you. Would you like to serve as my companion for this event?" He asked.

Sango frowned and looked back to the letter and invitation. It was a gala event requesting their catering services sponsored by the Tashio royal family, Vogue, and other major sponsors. Sango looked up to say something but Miroku shook his head.

"Allow me to set truth to these rumors and stories you speak about." He said pointing to the invitation with the staff names written on it.

Sango muttered but no words would come out loudly for him to hear. Finally, she sighed and focused on what she wanted to say. "Miroku-"

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening reached their ears and they looked to see Jac walking in quickly. He wore black on black everything and even had on black boots. He took off his shades and placed them down on the table. "I'm so happy you're both here! You must have heard then."

"Hey!" Sango greeted before holding the invitation close to her chest and looking at Jac with concern. "Is everything ok? Is someone in trouble?" She asked looking at Miroku who stood with his arms across his chest ready to react. Gone was his playful and serene expression that framed his face.

"Depends on how you look at it." Jac said taking off his gloves and tossing them on the steel countertops. "A friend of a friend works at the hospital near the old theatre district. She says Kagome Higurashi checked on her floor in the middle of night with little Rin!"

"Oh my god! Is she ok?!" Sango exclaimed reaching in her pocket for her cell phone. Panic began to fill her chest.

Jackotsu held up his manicured hand. "Let me finish!" He dug into his bag and pulled out papers. He handed them out and they all looked with wide eyes at the gossip and press showing snapshots of pictures between the Inu Family and Kagome. Many were captured with them in passing going from one place to the next while others were creepily taken of them at the park having a good time. Sango grew angry at how inappropriate these people were by bringing up old news and speaking about the relationships happening when no one knew what was going on. They made up stories and questioned her friendship and status with the royal family. Sango turned the page of the gossip section where the author spoke about seeing them at the hospital but had no photos yet to prove it. "This is disgusting." Sango said feeling the heat rise up her neck at how complete lack of privacy is acknowledged. Pictures of Kagome and Rin walking with Izayoi were captured having brunch together. She did not like the idea of some strange creepy person taking pictures of her and her child without knowledge. "Does Kagome know about this?"

"Most likely not." Miroku said tossing down his paper no longer interested. "You Myoga gives her the daily news because without him she would miss out on current events. I'm positive she doesn't but eventually she's going to find out the press have been stalking her for quite some time."

"Well anyway…Kagome wasn't going in the hospital for herself. She was visiting someone in clearly a hurry and get this, both Inu brothers were seen with her cozying up the private waiting area with their presence. It's all on social media which as you know works faster than the printing press. The point is they all signed in to see someone and it was really urgent. My friend said they opened the suite for the patient because Sesshomaru and Inuyasha demanded it."

"I wonder who was hospitalized. Anybody we know?" Sango asked looking at her phone and wondering if it was her place to ask Kagome.

Jac shrugged. "I can't get the answer to that one. Apparently it is top secret. But I have a feeling the press will tell everyone soon. And you know how malicious they can be when their hunting for a story…" With those last words Jac walked by them towards the back leaving the pair alone once again in the kitchen feeling a shit storm brewing among them.

"I really think it is appropriate for the donor to be here-"

"Silence!" Kaguya yelled in her seat with eyes glowing red from being told no. She stood up quickly and grabbed her purse. Anger swelled in her chest at the day she was having. She looked at the bald doctor who sat in his chair looking rather angry with her. "I will get you another sample that you require next week."

"That is unethical medical practices, your grace!" He yelled turning red in the face. "The donor needs to be notified. I could lose my practice-"

"You could lose your practice if I decide I don't like you." She snapped back. "It will be my word and power versus yours. Who do you think will win?" She glared at the demon as he blanched whiter than his medical coat. "Do what you are being paid for and keep your mouth shut." She walked towards the door and tossed it open. She stopped at the exit and looked back at the demon doctor. "Make this work and you will never have to worry about the longevity of your business again." She smirked loving to see his cowering expression before she closed the door to the office.

Kaguya stilled outside the door cursing her luck at what she was able to salvage. "Dammit!" she cursed underneath her breath. She thought for sure it was enough that time. A plan formed in her head to get more. She needed to get started with preparing for the wedding/mating ceremony. No more waiting. She waited long enough for Sesshomaru's wishes but she had enough. They were engaged and today she would announce a date with her intended to the press.

She flicked her hair over her shoulder as she pulled out her phone to text Sesshomaru. Her fingers angrily tapped the screen to demand that he come to her condo. They had quite a few things to talk about especially on video chat with her mother. She had enough of his family and his antics. She had come this far. She would not have things broken up now even if she had to trap him. She was always attracted to Sesshomaru. Every woman fantasized about him. Even her friends growing up all dared the dream of what it would be like to be married to the royal Prince Sesshomaru. Of course, she knew above all given her beauty and charm that she would be the best for him. When the day came that he courted her, she was floored.. He treated her like a queen. Trips, gifts, money, events, etc…it was all hers. But then he started to question her ideals and was saying horrible things about the purity of their race.

He was hanging around the wrong crowd in her opinion. She would even believe it was left-over reside from the shameful Yomi pairing that she heard about. He barely spent time with her as it was but it had gotten worst. Kaguya growled to herself scaring the nurses that moved out of her way. Her aura was volatile at this point and she could care less. She needed to slit someone's throat for the embarrassment and hurt feelings she was suffering from. Her friends and associates sent her all kinds of links and pictures to his captured doings and goings over the past few weeks. In every picture it was him and his family. Disgustingly the human cunt and her disgraceful little mongrel was also in the photos. It made her sick to her stomach. But what hurt worst was that there was hardly any with her in those photos.

She thought they were on good terms. Yes she may have done and said somethings about his family but it was all true. Pureblooded demons were the crème de la crème of the entire world. He should see all the horrible things the public say about haflings and those that believe in...interspecies and interracial marriages. Nothing good came from those bonds. It was scientifically proven. And the fact that his father had soiled his bloodline by crossing was just horrific. It was a tragedy to the whole demon community. The last thing his family needed was another screw up. They needed her. She could get them on track and maybe even save the two haflings from further watering down their ancestry.

Kaguya walked into the parking lot and immediately got into her car. The driver closed her door and she waited for him to go to his side. Kaguya looked at her phone at the few pictures of them at charity ball together. Her finger rubbed on the screen. Her heart was growing heavy and breaking by the second. He had to love and want her. He had done so many things for her. He had only lain with her during their relationship, this she knew for a fact. Of course she was the only one in the world for him. She was the famous Kaguya who could give him everything he desired in a mate. He just had to love her. But his thoughts and actions were scaring her. She thought of all the times those Higurashi girls were around. She doubted he wanted anything to do with Kikyo as everyone knew Kikyo was the equivalent to an unwanted bug in the house. But Kagome and Rin…

No! She wouldn't allow it. She had already had things in motion so that even if he wanted to get out, he couldn't. He was hers! Now she just needed insurance and if the doctor played his part…he could retire within the year. Sesshomaru would be hers no matter what and there was nothing he could do about it. She had planned with her family meticulously to see that they become the most powerful demons in the world with more control over the economy then the so called government. She was so close to joining forces with the Inu family that she could taste it. But first she needed to get a few little creatures out of the picture as soon as possible. Staring with that hafling.

She looked on her phone and smiled. She sent a text to her mother asking for a number immediately. Her mother was the socialite. She knew everyone and had ties with them as well. She waited in the car patiently as her driver drove her back home to her condo. She looked to see her mother had responded and given her the number she needed. She dialed it immediately and waited to hear the ringing of the call going through. The private voice mail came up and prompted her to leave a message.

"Hello Duchess Reina Yomi. This is Princess Kaguya Utomi. I think I have some information that could be of some use to you regarding your lost pup that was so viciously taken from you by the humans. I fear she isn't doing too well these days. Please feel free to call me at my private number anytime. I look forward to speaking with you."

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