The perfect date Chapter 6: immersed in something new, an inuyasha fanfic

A/N: Sorry about the wait, I was drowning in homework!

Chapter 6: immersed in something new

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha

Kagome walked out of the elevator while scrubbing the coffee stain from the center of her blouse. She was so infatuated with that one task she didn't even bother to open the glass doors that lead to her division. Instead she shifted herself to the right and pushed forward forcing the door open. As she walked in she paused and looked up. The whole office was eerily silent, even the HR employees were whispering as they talked on their phones. It sort of shocked her, it was almost as if Mr. Takashi was in.

On her person she wore a dark blue colored silk blouse, and earlier when the taxi driver drove a bit recklessly, she was trying to drink an unusually large amount of it. A small insignificant amount managed to drip onto her blouse. At the moment she was letting her OCD act up, in reality she was extremely stressed out about the wedding. As soon as Rin had left her apartment yesterday it stayed on her mind all night, It occurred to her how deathly afraid she was of going.

But one look at the office and all of her personal thoughts disappeared. She could of sworn she was only slightly late, not late enough for everyone in the office to be in their spots working so uncharacteristically hard. She pushed the strap of her knap sack closer up her shoulder as she walked forward. Looking around at all the filled cubicles it was apparent everyone was extremely devoted to their work. A man who had a stack of papers in his hand walked towards past her hoping to make it to the copier.

She never really talked to any of her coworkers, only if she was assisting them with something, or they were directly above her and scolding. She was begining to thing Mr. Takashi was in his office, but that was impossible, his car hadn't been in it's spot. "Uh… what's going on?" She asked in a soft whisper. The man at the copier looked over at her.

"Mr. Takashi came in super early. He's in a firing mood, I'd start working if I was you." He said quickly. Kagome only processed the thought for a moment. Her heart began to skip beats and her face flushed red. The words that Rin had told her last night began rushing through her brain. She lowered her head and walked forward slowly, her heart was beating so fast she could feel it thumping in her ears.

She decided she'd round the corner early in order to avoid passing the open doors of his office. Her cubicle was at the end of the rows but directly across from his office. As she turned into her row she looked up spotting him instantly. He was sitting back in his chair in a relaxing position, the usual. His lips were moving but she couldn't make out what he was saying. He didn't look particularly mad, unusually handsome, but that was the norm for him. There wasn't anyone in his office but he was in the middle of some conversation.

She stared at him for an uncharateristically long time; she hadn't noticed how long she had actually been openly staring till he rose slightly from his seat. It dawned on her instantly and she quickly walked forward wanting to make a B-line for her cubicle. He had only to sense the movement and glance up to notice her. She had her hair in its signature strict bun; her pencil skirt was exceeding long, grazing her ankles but staying surprisingly form fitting. He sighed as he watched her scurry towards her cubicle. He had been waiting for her, he hated waiting. He rose from his seat completely and walked out of his office. As soon as he did employees began working harder, anyone who was on the floor began power walking back to their respective seats.

She hadn't noticed any of it, instead she sat down in her chair and began working instantly.

Inuyasha at that very moment walked at a very slow pace down her section and to her cubicle. He stood directly above her while lazily setting his arms on the top of the surrounding walls and peering down. She was quickly trying to type figures into her calculator. He only watched momentarily before clearing his throat. For some odd reason that didn't grab her attention. He narrowed his eyes before lowering his arms to his side and moving to the entrance of the cubicle. "So tell me?" He asked as she rose her head up quickly. "How do you expect to get a promotion if you're late?" He asked and at that moment she jumped from the edge of her seat and the calculator came crashing to the floor. His mood instantly lifted and he had to force himself to hide the sadistic grin currently forming at his lips. She turned large bright eyes his way. "Hi…" He muttered sarcastically.

She opened her mouth in order to form some sort of excuse but he instead lifted a hand. "Save it… come to my office." He turned around and headed back up the accountant division. She put a hand to her drumming chest momentarily before reaching for her binder. She was gathering all of her things when she heard him announce a loud crisp "Now…" That forched her to rise up quickly and walk out into the hall. Her coworkers who were typing away and making calls turned to glance at her as she walked. His office door was wide open and as she walked forward he took a good look at her.

Her clothes weren't intentionally eye popping, but the dark blue blouse she tucked into the waist brightened her eyes and allowed him to see the outline of her figure, while the pencil skirt defined her hips. She was fairly tall yet petite with a very pleasing shape if she ever wished to show it. Her arms were clenching to her business binder as she intentionally moved excessively slow. "Today…" He said and she rolled her eyes slightly, he defiantly spotted that, he noticed everything when it came to her eyes. He was increasingly intrigued by them, they always seemed to play with emotion so dramatically, the shape and color always seemed to surprise him. She walked quickly into his office and to the seat adjacent to his desk. "Could you close that?" He asked meaning the door. She nodded slightly while turning back around. After she had closed the door she paused and waited for her next order.

He had no idea if she was being sarcastic or not but he ignored the gesture. "You can sit now." He said and she did just that. He sat up in his seat as she loosened the grip to the binder. He didn't say anything, he just surveyed her for awhile before speaking. "So…" as soon as he spoke she looked up and waited cautiously. Her nervous stare triggered somethig in him, and with out warning he sat back in his chair lazily and stared back..."So...I just wanted to tell you to empty out your cubicle you're fired…" He was of course joking, but something told him he'd enjoy her reaction.

Her eyes widened, not in the way they had earlier when he startled her. They were more confused than surprised. He kept his face emotionless just watching her as she filled with question. He knew it was a harsh joke, but it was his brand of humor and since last night he had been in a particularly bad mood. He had to take a cab to work this morning because his car was in the shop, he was forced by his father to work all day today, and to make matters worse he was going to get to play the role of the disappointing son come time for the Takashi corp. annual dinner.

"Why?" She asked in complete shock "Because I was late?" He looked down at his desk for a moment wanting to appear stern. "This is my first time being late for a really long time...seriously. I cant...I don't even know the last time I was late." He looked up after a moment and he was actually surprised to see anger forming around her dark blue eyes. He stared at her for a moment without saying a word. "And if you check. I think I had to be only like five minutes late..." She exclamed. He was about to add something else in when his eyes stumbled on one of the forms his father wanted him to fill out. It took the humor out of the situation completely so he pushed it away in favor of a manilla folder.

She just stared at him waiting for his response. He never said anything though; he just opened up the folder and began pulling out papers. She didn't know what to do at that point. She could either get up and leave, stay seated with her mouth wide open, or beg for her job. She wanted at that point to storm out, but her legs were stuck in their spot. She couldn't think in clear coherent thoughts. He took the few papers he collected and stacked them neatly together before passing it her way. "Okay so here's some of the schedules and locations." He told her and she stared down at his extended arm not knowing what to do with them. He dropped them in front of her and stared. "You know you're not really fired." He stated and her eyes widened. "I was just joking; you should work on your sense of humor."

"I have a sense of humor," she stated while grabbing the papers. The slow panic attack she was having was slowly disappearing and she could finally muster up the phrase... "I just didn't find that very funny." He smiled slightly as he watched her open up her binder and place the sheets neatly in one of the available pockets. It wasn't until she was slowly closing the binder did she notice him staring. Her face flushed red and she quickly looked down again.

He noticed but didn't say anything regarding it. "I have to go home and begin packing, but I have a few statements that need to be sent off to my father before the trip. You can take care of that today." He said as he pressed a random button on the keyboard. "You can stop by my apartment after work and give them to me. I'll leave the door unlocked." She felt her body heat up at the suggestion and as her uneasiness increased she quickly interrupted him.

"Wait your apartment?" He looked over at her with an annoyed expression. The joke had obviously wore off and he was in his foul mood again. She closed her mouth quickly and raised a hand to straighten out her already immaculate hair. "Uh…I mean I'd love to go over to your apartment tonight." She said and as soon as the sentence came out her face flushed red and Inuyasha raised a single eyebrow. "No I mean…I'd love to drop off some statements tonight," he didn't say anything but telling by the expression he held on his face; he was beyond annoyed. "I just think maybe it would be more professional if I emailed them to you, or even send them directly to your father."

He didn't say anything for a moment, but before she could stutter out something more he spoke. "So what, are you afraid I'm going to rape and murder you?" He asked bluntly. She stared at him in complete shock. He watched her expression for a moment before breaking out into a surprisingly handsome smile. "You really should work on that sense of humor." He said but it still took her awhile to come to grips with it."But in all seriousness, my dad likes all statements in hard copy, so yes you can go ahead and send it to him, but I'm still going to need a phsyical copy."

"Well I can just email it to you and you can print it out, so this way…"

"I don't like that idea..." He interrupted and Kagome opened her mouth ready to make another excuse. "Just don't come too late…" He cut in while centering his key board. "Oh and don't forget we're going to take off on the 18th; I have everything written out on those forms I gave you."

She narrowed her eyes as she thought about that date. "The eighteenth that's next Monday?"

"Yes and today's the eleventh." He said mockingly. "Tomorrows the twelfth, what's the next day going to be?"

She stared at him for the first time in annoyance and he smiled faintly, hiding it by looking directly into the monitor screen. "I know the days of the week; I just thought we had more time." She said. He shrugged as if there was nothing he could do. After awhile he picked up a pen and began writing. She didn't move from her spot she just awkwardly watched him.

A full minute passed before he looked up. "You can go now." He said frankly.

"Oh," she said while quickly getting up and grabbing her binder. As she walked back to her cubicle she let some of the things he said play out in her head. He seemed to be very sarcastic, something she hadn't perdicted. She always thought Mr. Takashi would be unbelievably strict, so it was a sort of pleasant yet unfortunate surprise. She sat down at her seat and woke up her monitor; she decided she'd work on his statement first and try to give it to him before he left.

He left at eleven. Eleven 'o' clock in the morning, the work day began at nine, her division came in early most times, but still eleven. It had upset her to no end; she had contemplated calling Sango to complain about it. Usually Mr. Takashi didn't come in at all, but still she didn't want to have to stop by his apartment. She told herself she just didn't want to inconvinence herself, but the real reason was, she felt awkward about going over to his apartment. Why, she had no idea. The last time she had been there with him, her stomach twisted every which way every time she heard a noise. She had no idea why, what was she expecting?

It was now 5:30 and she was ready to finally go. She had loads of work but she decided she'd do it later. She rose from her seat and grabbed her jacket, binder and headed out the still crowded office room. She went down the hall to the elevator and pressed the button that would take her down to the lobby. She stood patiently alone in the elevator thinking of exactly how the night would play out.

She'd have to get a taxi to drive to the other side of the city to Mr. Takashi's apartment, than she'd drive all the way back to her own apartment. "Tedious," she mumbled to herself, but for some reason her stomach still sparked and doses of nervousness ran through her veins.

The doors slid open and she walked out into the small end of the hall and into the lobby. People from the surrounding offices were already heading to the door. She didn't speak to them as she walked forward towards the main desk. The older woman who was sorting through files and didn't bother to even glance her way. "Hey, I was wondering if I got any mail." She asked and it seemed as if she was in a very horrible mood.

"What's your name again?"

"It's Kagome, I come down here to ask for my mail around 11 everyday, but I was a little held up."

"Yeah yeah…" she said as she pushed her chair back into the filing drawer. "There are hundreds of people working here, sorry if I don't remember your name."

Kagome shrugged and though her smile faltered she still kept it in place. "It's okay; I just wanted to see what you had for me."

The woman looked her way and recognition filled her eyes instantly. Her anger lightened and she sat up in her seat and stared at Kagome directly. "I'm sorry for snapping… it's just that Mr. Takashi came in today and left within the hour, the mail was late and didn't come till 12. So I have his mail, and usually I would just leave it for later, but before he left he asked for it, and when I told him it hadn't come in yet. He told me to just give it to Elevator and she'd drop it off at his place. Elevator? I've been working here for the last 16 years and I have never met an employee named Elevator."

Kagome stared at her for a long moment before realizing exactly what had happened. The woman saw the recognition and her eyes lit up. "Do you know who Elevator is? I would have asked him, but he was on the phone with his father…and…"

"No," her mood deflated and Kagome decided to rephrase her wording. "I mean yes, I'm sort of Elevator… it's a really long story." The receptionist didn't seem to care what the context of the story was. Her face lit up and she turned the other way grabbing her mail and Mr. Takashi's. It all came out to be a very large bundle. "Um… wow this is a lot of mail."

"Yeah Mr. Takashi always gets a large amount." She said nonchalantly while placing the bundle into Kagome's arms. She set her binder down and took the stack fully before grabbing it from the desk again.

"Thanks…" she mumbled as she walked slowly and carefully, she didn't want to drop any of it on the ground. She pushed the door open with the side of her body while navigating herself down the stairs and to the parking lot. It was still day time outside so she didn't have to be too careful. She made her way to the end of the building's lot and into the busy sidewalks of the city. All she had to do was step to the end of the street and taxis began slowing down. She easily hailed one and as it came to a stop she walked off the sidewalk and towards the back seat. She had to lean her items against the cab's door in order to pull it open, but when she finally did she dropped Inuyasha's load of mail on to the seat.

"Where to?" The taxi driver asked and she looked up from her awkward angle. Half her body was still out on the curb while the front half was inside the taxi trying to straighten up the mail. "Um…uptown." She said and he nodded as she pushed herself in completely. She closed the door behind her and pulled on her seatbelt. The taxi took off while she stared out the window.

It didn't take long till they entered Mr. Takashi's domain. Most of the buildings were huge and polished. She didn't remember exactly where he lived but she remembered the building. She waited till the cab drove past it to tell him to stop. He pulled up to the curve as she took out her wallet.

After paying she grabbed hold of all her belongings before pulling herself out of the cab and onto the side walk. She stood outside the double doors for awhile before walking forward towards the doorman. She didn't know exactly what to tell him, but he didn't seem to worried about her appearance. As she walked closer he did turn and face her.

"Hi, I'm Kagome. You probably don't remember me. I was here a couple nights ago, with those two girls. We went into Mr. Takashi's apartment." He stared at her without saying anything and she pulled out one of his envelopes. "I work with him. I'm supposed to bring something up to him…it's a…"

"I don't care lady." He said quickly while walking past her and opening the door. She stared dumbfoundly before walking forward and entering the building's lobby. She knew what floor they had ridden the elevator to, so she didn't take as long staring at how immaculate and massive the lobby was. She had stared enough when she was hijacked by Rin and Ayame.

She walked forward towards the elevator and rode it to the top floor. There was only one thing that she wasn't exactly sure of. She didn't remember what door number he was located in, but she did know what section of the hall it was on. She hoped that was enough to jog her memories. As the doors to the elevator opened she stepped out and looked around. It was to the right she remembered. The halls were carpeted and spacious with small little nooks down the hall that had tables and magazines on it. She walked slowly down a hall to the end. She had a feeling that his apartment was at the end of the hall. She narrowed her eyes thinking back and remembering instantly.

There were only a few doors down the hall of the apartment. They were all double doors and she distinctly remembered that his was the last one to the right. She turned around and prepared to knock on the door, no one answered. Her heart which was already jumping in her chest started to simmer down, and though she was sure this wasn't going to work she put a hand on the door knob. She had her mind on other things as she twisted the brass knob, the door actually opened to her surprise. She pushed it back and looked around the spacious foyer.

"Hello…" she called out before stepping forward. "Mr. Takashi…" no one replied. She walked forward into the apartment while closing the door behind her and entering his living room. She instantly remembered the room, but this time the TV was on some muted cartoon and sitting on the leather couch was an adult magazine and a bowl of half eaten cereal. "This puts some stuff into perspective." She mumbled silently before backing up and walking behind the couch. The house was still gorgeously decorated and very tidy, though it didn't seem Mr. Takashi's style, not that she knew what his style was. She placed the bundle of mail on a small wooden table that only had a pot of flowers occupying it. She also pulled off her jacket and set it on the back of the couch and walked forward.

The lap top she had been working on was still in its spot in the dining room, but she didn't walk any further into the room. "Hello, is anyone home?" She called out. No one said anything and suddenly a curious spark enlightened in her head. She remembered earlier when she had been here she had seen only two places. The living room and dining room, during the time she had grown a bit anxious to see the rest of the apartment. Maybe if he wasn't home she'd get the chance.

She quietly walked past the dining area into another wide hall all together. The hall was extremely long and had several adjacent doorways. The one closest to the right wasn't really a doorway as much as a large opening in the wall. It led into a very large kitchen. All the lights were on and she smiled in shock as she took it in completely. It had to be the size of her apartment completely. There were two small open rooms. One was a breakfast nook while the other was a mini dining area. She walked deeper in letting her hand graze the marble counter tops. Smack dab in the middle of the room was an Island with a bowel of fruit sitting on the top of it.

It was all so gorgeous and as she looked around she took the time to open up his double fridge doors and look inside. He didn't have too much food. It had more beer than anything. "It figures…" she mumbled while closing the door and deciding to explore the rest of the house. The same hall she entered had glass doubled doors to the left. It looked like some sort of parlor you would entertain guest or play piano in, but when she got closer to it she realized it was used as a recreational room.

It was filled with several arcade games, a billiard table, ping pong table and even an air hockey table. She smiled while opening the doors and looking inside. All the arcade games worked automatically with no annoying text on the screen that demanded fifty cents. She walked around each arcade machine until she got to Pac man. "Okay I have to play this." She said while walking up to the machine and pressing the yellow button that began the game. It loaded up for awhile before starting on level 1. She played till level 5 before purposely dying and calling it quits. She turned around and headed out.

The same excitement came over her again when she walked further through the hall. One of the doors on the left led to a full size bathroom, while the other one was some sort of guest room. After awhile of walking down the hall it led to two different places. One was a spiral stair case and an elevator, while the other was an unknown fork that extended the hall. She weighed her options. Continue down the hall and take a left, continue down the hall and take a right, or go upstairs. She decided that she was more curious about where the spiral stairs led to.

As the stairs elevated it showed more and more of the apartment from below. She was able to see the part of the hall that she had opted not to take, and she realized that the apartment, as huge at it already was, was even bigger than she thought it was. There was a whole other side to it, a balcony, and another living room with a huge window on one side that showed the city. She decided she'd examine it when she came back down. When she got to the top of the stairs the ceiling became very high almost like a loft. The doors were spaced out and at the very end of the hall were two double doors, slightly open. She walked forward opening it, as soon as she did her eyes widened and she wasn't able to hide her shock. "Who needs all this?" She asked herself. It was safe to say that she had just entered the master bedroom. The bed was the biggest she had ever seen and it was unmade with the sheets dragging on the floor.

She wanted so badly to walk deeper inside but she felt as if doing so would invade his personal space. She did have an inkling though, and even as she retreated from the door an overwhelming urge went through her and she walked back in. She took in the room as soon as she entered in. It was huge well decorated but extremely sloppy. There were clothes lying on the floor, papers from the office over top of them, magazines thrown every which way. Her OCD acted up and as soon as she spotted a document or envelope out of place she picked it up and set it in a proper stack on a table. She began to do the same thing with his clothes when she realized what she was doing. She backed up from the main area of his room and walked into the glass balcony to the far left. She looked outside for a moment before turning right and going into another room. It was a massive bathroom with a tub the size of a pool in it. To the right there was a spa and a shower near it, but what caught her attention was a small wall over top of the tub that had a ladder connected to it. She didn't know why she wanted to explore it so badly but she gravitated towards it.

She climbed up carefully to the semi top before spotting the glass roof door. She pushed up and climbed up even more. Her mouth dropped when she took in the huge pool sitting in a white room shaped like a roof. She stared at it for awhile, the pool made the room look extremely blue and the white walls waved slightly. She laughed to herself at the absurdity of it all while closing the door after her and climbing back down slowly. Her curiosity still wasn't peaked but she did decide to leave his room. Every time she walked past something she couldn't help but pick it up, and by the time she left the room completely it was somewhat orderly. She was about to go back downstairs and search the area she had opted not to when she heard something slam harshly. Her heart beat sped up and she subconsciously slapped herself. Mr. Takashi being home was exactly the right punishment for her. What was she thinking exploring his house?

The first thing that popped into her mind was to hide. She decided she'd go downstairs; it was the best place to go. She could go into the bathroom and pretend she had just used it. She wanted so badly to do that but as she descended the stairs she heard a familiar woman's voice speaking and coming towards her.

"I did not slam the door. It was the wind." The girl said as she turned to the right into the kitchen. She could hear footsteps following and she cursed herself. She couldn't make it into the bathroom. There was no way; the kitchen was in the same hall as the bathroom.

"What wind?" A male asked and Kagome bit her tongue and ran back up the stairs. She panicked in the hall of the loft and looked around wondering where to hide. She decided that any door would do, but on the same token she wanted to make a fast get away so she decided to crouch near a door by the stairs. She could still hear their voices. There were two girls and one guy and she had a very good idea who that one guy was...

Inu POV

"Don't eat that." He said while taking the bag of chips out of her hands. Ayame rolled her eyes while fetching something else to eat. "Don't you guys have somewhere to be?" He asked as he watched Rin maneuver her way into his fridge.

"Kicking us out, really, after I drop everything I'm doing to come pick you up, oh and how about last night when that chick slashed your tires. You should be inviting me over at this point."

"Yeah, I've done plenty for you in the past." Inuyasha said with a roll of his eyes as he closed the fridge in her face. "Leave, I gotta take a shower and start packing."

Rin sighed and backed up. "So what did the mechanic say about your car?" She asked. she had just picked Inuyasha the shop. His car should have been good now, but he and the mechanic had had a long talk.

"Nothing much, just that they wanted to check the engine for something, I'm going to pick it up tomorrow." Rin smiled slightly, he could already tell she was going to say something very smart. "You don't have to worry about taking me anywhere…I'm going to take a cab or call up Miroku if he's not working."

"yeah...If you can call what Miroku does work." Ayame added in. Inuyasha threw a side look her way before exiting the kitchen. He was about to head down the hall when something made him halt in his spot. It was a certain drifting scent. He never really concerned himself about scents anymore, especially in his house where his friends came and went, so when he came in and smelled a familiar female scent he turned the other cheek, but now it was sort of saturated down the hall. He would have ignored it, come to the conclusion that a person had walked down the hall recently, he knew a lot of women's scents lingered, but this scent was extremely potent.

He turned towards Ayame who had reopened his cabinet. "Do you smell that?" He asked her. Rin stared at them both. She hated when he had little youkai secrets with Ayame and Kouga, it always made her feel out of the loop.

"Smell what?" She asked but he didn't spare her a glance. Ayame on the other hand lifted her head up slightly. She was a lot like Inuyasha in the fact that she didn't concern herself with scents. There was no need to, but Inuyasha was still far more paranoid than she was.

"I don't smell anything…"

"A woman's scent…" he stated.

"Rin's…" she suggested.

"No someone else's…"

Ayame sighed and went back to rifiling through his cabinets. "Yeah I smell it; it's probably one of those hoes you love to invite." Inuyasha gave her a menacing look before turning back around and slowly walking down the hall. The farther he went the more potent it became. He felt as if he was having déjà vu with this exact scent. Like he had smelled it once, checked its potency, he had remembered it smelled extremely sweet.

He let the scent lead him up the stairs…

Kag POV

As soon as she heard footsteps she opened the door and slipped into it. She stood shocked as she took in all the room. It was filled with unusual amounts of computers. She didn't even know what to think, it was all so hi tech. It wasn't an office just a random room filled with desktops and laptops. She found that slightly odd but she didn't comment on it. Instead she looked around the room for a place to hide. There was a door she thought led to a closet off to the right. She ran for it, but surprisingly it was a bathroom. She walked further into it and noticed another door, it led to a second room. There were weights, a treadmill, and a few other exercise machines lining the room. Half of the wall was a mirror facing her way. She looked around trying to find another door. She did and when she entered she was surprised to be back in the master bedroom again. "Really…" she mumbled to herself.

She slipped herself into the room and looked around. The small amounts of clothes lying on the floor made her a bit uneasy but she managed to hold it in. She was about to turn around and head right back into the gym when she heard the door knob begin to twist from the door. Her face lost all color and she hurried and ran past all of the clothes towards another door. It wasn't the main one; it was too far at the moment. Instead it led to a long walk in closet. She pushed herself into a series of hung clothes. It gave her time to think about her next move.

Inuyasha had just entered the room, he wasn't suspicious anymore at this point. He knew for a fact there was someone in the house somewhere. "Hello…" he stated while looking around. He didn't remember somewhat cleaning his room this morning, but most of his papers were sitting on his coffee table while some of his clothes had been folded. He did have a maid who cleaned the apartment daily but she hadn't come today. "I know someone's in here." He stated. Kagome bit her lip; she was thinking maybe she should just come out. It would be ten times better than to just stay hidden.

Too bad it wouldn't matter soon enough because he already knew where she was. He could sense her fleeting scent in the air, and he knew what direction it had went. He had been confused at first, her scent lingered in different parts of the house like she had walked through it. "I know you're in the closet." He stated and with that Kagome quickly backed up. She was at the wall when she heard him place a hand on the door knob. Her heart was beating ridiculously. She couldn't form actual thoughts, all she wanted was for the wall to drop back and allow her to escape to one more room. He twisted the door knob open and as soon as he did she held her breath and closed her eyes. The only thing she could do was picture herself in an unmoving unemployment line. Her heart was beating out of it's chest. She could hear the thumping in her ears as she took a step back. Her body was now pressed against the back wall and as the door opened she mustered enough courage to take a steps forward and open her eyes slowly…

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