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After the mall the trio of friends decided to hit up the arcade for awhile before parting for the day. They planned on hitting the strip tonight for some fun and needed to get ready for that a little later. Everyone was having a good time playing some random game, tying to win tickets for the prize booth. Souta was sitting in the eating area sipping on a soda. It's not like he was having a bad time, he actually played a few games but his mind was somewhere else right now. Now he was just lounging, trying to get his thoughts together, did Kagome really bug his hotel room? Of course she did, it was so like her. But how could he have not noticed, he had to be smarter to these things if he ever wanted to join the agency like his sister. And that's all he wanted to do, be like his big sister. But for the life of him, he couldn't figure out how she bugged his place without him getting even a little hint.

A teen from one of their classes was playing a snow boarding game with a real snow board as the controller. Kohaku was close by playing some alien thing. He was losing terribly probably cause he couldn't take his eyes off the girl. Watching her swift left and right, balancing herself on the board was torture.

~YOU HAVE BEEN DEFEATED~ an alien voice came from the machine. Kohaku frowned " Damn shit."

Another friend of theirs walked over laughing while holding his face. " You got it bad."

Kohaku just grinned " And what about you?"

Kai just shrugged, " She was bending over getting her tickets, I couldn't help myself."

The girl on the board giggled to herself overhearing Kai's confession. The arcade was packed due to the opening of the new edition to the place. They had music playing, food was being served, they updated the prizes, it was a nice re-grand opening.

Souta was taking another sip of his soda when Shippo slid into a seat in front of him, " Yo, they got the new fast and furious racers in the back."

Souta just nodded, he was the best street racer in his school, " I'mma have to check them out." he mumbled, later, right now he wasn't in the mood.

Shippo raised a brow, " What's up with you?"

Souta just shrugged, " Nothing just thinking."

The fox demon snorted, " And that's what got you so moody?"

" I'm not moody."

Shippo opened his mouth again when he heard laughter coming from the entrance, turning, he saw a girl walking in with a friend. She turned, talking to the girl beside her, fixing her fitted hat so it was tilted to the side on her head. Her ebony hair in two corn braids, the long tips over her shoulders, her black hat low on her head had the word SLAY in white across the front. She wasn't that tall, average height for a female, about 5'4. Smooth deep caramel skin, dark black almond eyes, plum, juicy lips. Her dark blue jeans shorts molded to her toned thighs, held up by a white leather belt. Her white bikini top secured her breast in place, a black loose t shirt with a deep v cut over it, hanging off her shoulder. All white sneaker wedges on her feet, a nice smokey cat eye and deep vamp purple lipstick, diamond hoops in her ears, her rolex on one wrist, bracelets on the other.

" Who the hell is that?" the fox whispered.

Souta turned, following the eyes of their friend. Slowly his eyes rolled over the girl's body as she bent to get her tokens out the machine. Those legs, he thought, watching as she split her tokens with her friend before they moved around the arcade playing random games. It seemed time has slowed as he watched her pick up the toy gun to the shooting game she was playing. The girl was gorgeous, beyond beautiful, and for a strange reason, he's heartbeat picked up tempo.

Shippo grinned, seeing the look in his friend's eyes, " Stop drooling."

Souta blinked, then touched his chin, then frowned, realizing his friend was joking, " Shut up."

Kohaku walked over to the table with a grin, " Yo, you seen the two hotties that just walked in?"

Shippo nodded, " Yeah, Souta already called dibs."

Kohaku frowned, " No fair, we all have to be present to call dibs, what's the point of making rules if we not gonna follow them."

Shippo laughed, looking to the holy powered boy, " Go say hi."

Souta shook his head, suddenly nervous, " Nah, I'm good."

Kohaku grinned, " Good, then I'll go." he said while turning.

Souta grabbed his arm, " No."

The descendant to demon slayers raised a brow, looking down at the hand on his arm. Souta blinked, realizing what he just did and let his friend go, " My bad."

Kohaku grinned, " If you feeling her, go say something."

Souta rolled his eyes, standing, " Fine." he didn't know why he was punking out in the first place, talking to girls was his specialty.

His two friends followed him as he made his way over to the mysterious girl, she was playing a round'em up game, shooting outlaws in a 90 second period. He suddenly felt his heart rate pick up again as one of his friends pushed him closer. His mouth had suddenly gone dry and his palms were sweaty.

The girl was replacing the toy gun when she turned and saw him just standing there. She raised a brow at the staring, a hand going her hip, " Can I help you?"

Souta blinked, her voice was sultry and enticing, it gave him goosbumps. His mouth opened but nothing came out. He must have looked as foolish as he felt because a slow smile crossed the girl's beautiful face. The sly sexy smirk making him watch the smooth curve of her lips turn up. Slowly those dark almond eyes looked him over, Souta blinked at the way those deep black eyes studied him. So intensely, he had the feeling he had never been observed so keenly before. Like an artist was watching him, making mental notes of the portrait she would paint later on. She appraised him in a unquestionably feminine way that made him more aware of his masculinity than he had ever been in his life. Beneath the concealing folds of his clothes, his skin tingled.

She lifted her gaze, and in those deep pools, he saw the warmth of a female who understood what her lazy perusal had done to him. The smirk was quick, subtle, but there; her head tilted a bit to the side, " You a mute or something?"

One of his friends hit him on the back and hissed say something, Souta jerked, clearing his throat, " Uhh, no um, I uh.. ahhhh, um.. I..."

Her arms crossed over her chest, " What, you never seen a black chick before?"

Souta immediately shook his head, " No, no, its not that, I.. uhh, um, I ahhh..."

A slender brow raised, amused, " By the look on your friend's faces, I'm assuming you're usually more charming than this."

Souta shook his head, his mouth opened, then closed, then opened again like a fish. He suddenly jerked his hand forward awkwardly, as if he wanted her to shake it, " I'm Souta."

The girl looked at his hand, following it back to his face, then burst into laughter. She shook her head as she turned around and walked away from the trio. Kohaku was the first one to ask his friend, " Bruh, what the fuck was that?"

Shippo nodded, " That was torturous to watch. I think I died for you man."

Souta just shook his head, " That was so embarrassing. I don't know what happened. My fucking brain shut down." He looked over and saw the girl was sitting with the girl she came with, ordering food. He frowned, " I'm outta here." before I embarrass myself any further.

Kohaku grinned, " No way, you can't go out like that."

Souta frowned, " I fucked that all up."

Shippo touched his friend's shoulder, " Look, let's just play some games and let some time pass."

Kohaku nodded, " Yeah, maybe you can get your mojo back."

Souta frowned, " Shut up."

Shippo laughed, " Let's race."

Souta made a face but thought about it, he did love to race, and he was sure the girl was never going to talk to him again after the way he embarrassed himself. So there really wasn't any pressure; he nodded, " Aight, let's race." walking over to the car games.

30 minutes later and Souta started a sort of competition after he beat Shippo and Kohaku by a landslide in the racing. Cars was just his thing, Kagome taught him how to drive at a young age, then taught him the secrets to driving when he was first caught drag racing. If your gonna do something, do it right, she had said before teaching him how to drive stick, how to drift and everything she knew about cars. Which was a lot, one summer they dissembled an entire car then put it back together by scratch. It was one of his favorite pass times with his big sister, perhaps that is also why he loved cars so much. They came with good memories.

So far, he had beaten about 12 other boys in races, he was relaxed, in the zone and feeling confident. The automated voice of the game went off, AND THE WINNER IS... PLAYER ONE!

Souta just smirked as his seat lit up in lights, he was definitely feeling the winner circle, " Next victim."

The boy in the next seat frowned at the cockiness of the teen but got up nonetheless. A shadow cast over him as another body filled the seat. " You like to race huh?"

Souta blinked at the sultry voice, turning to see a female had sat behind the wheel. It was her. She raised a brow, " You gonna lose your voice again?"

The teen shook his head, his heart again speeding up, " Uh, no, I uh... I'm..."

" Souta." she answered for him, " I know. Word is you like to race?"

Souta blinked, shaking his head, trying to clear his thoughts, " Yeah, I mean, I'm okay."

" Humble too, I like that."

He looked at her, surprise on his face, was she flirting with him? After the way he made a fool of himself, he figured she thought he was an idiot. " Do you like to race?"

She shrugged a shoulder, " I like what I like."

Souta frowned, the phrase was something he definitely heard his sister say, " Your from the states."

The girl laughed, nodding though it wasn't a question, " What gave it away, the accent?" She looked over, her almond eyes shining like dark jewels, " Name's Connie. New foreign exchange student. I got here last week. In Vegas I'm pretty well known for racing."

He was staring again, he liked the way her lips moved, the way words flowed past them in a fluid line, making you want to taste the juicy mangoes just to see if they're as delicious as they looked. He blinked, stopping his current thought, focus, he told himself.

She was laughing again, it was a sweet sound like a soft note on a piano. Her shoulders shook with humor, her caramel dark skin glistened in the light, it made him want a taste, she must taste like chocolate he thought.

A hand snapped in his face, " My eyes are up here."

Souta blinked, then shook his head, " I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to stare."

Connie raised a brow, " Right." she turned to the game, " You wanna race or not."

Souta raised a brow, " You think you can beat me?"

" Think isn't the word I would use. More like I can mop the floor with your punk ass."

He frowned at the arrogance, " Fine then, lets go but when I kick your ass you better not cry." he mumbled, used to be challenged by girls that just wanted his attention.

Connie glanced over, " You willing to higher the wager on that?"

Souta slid shifted in his seat, " What you got in mind?"

Connie grinned, putting in her coins, " If I win I get all your tickets, If you win... I'll give you my number."

Souta picked his car, a nice deep burgundy Ferrari on manual. Camera view so close it was like sitting in the car. " Are you serious?"

Connie picked out her car, a silver, 2 door Mercedes on manual as well. with the same camera view. " You scared Cutie."

He frowned, glaring at her, why did she keep challenging him, the cars readied at the starting line. " Deal." And they were off.

People soon started coming over. The race was longer than it was suppose to be. They both kept hitting the checks points before the time was up. At the moment Souta was in the lead... barely. All the girls in the arcade was cheering for Connie. And the guys rooting for Souta .

Connie swerved to the left, So did Souta. Connie swerved to the right, trying to get ahead. But Souta blocked her again. Connie growled, " Fuck! Move!"

She heard his deep voice concentrated on the game, " You're not passing me."

Her lips curved to a whisper of a smile. Shifting gears, she pushed on the gas, " Wanna bet..." And rammed the back of his car. The girls jumped with joy, " GO, GO, GO!" they chanted.

All the guys jumped back as Souta's seat vibrated furiously as if he really got hit. Souta frowned, " Crazy ass." Shifting gears and speeding up. He could see the finish line on the map, one more turn, Connie frowned one more turn, Souta turned his wheel keeping his eyes on his gauge.

Connie turned her wheel as well keeping it steady. She grinned " Ohhh... Too wide Teddy bear..." Souta frowned, more at the nickname then her car now being adjacent to hers. 10 seconds on the clock, both cars speeding towards the finish line. Souta and Connie kept there eyes focused on the screen while shifting gears. Both cars passed the finish line.

Everyone watched with tense silent waiting to hear the winner. The game showed a photo finish.

~AND THE WINNER IS..~ said the males machine's voice ~PLAYER... 2!~

The girls jumped with joy screaming " She WON! SHE WON!" the boys grumbled frowning.

Kohaku laughed, " Dude, you was beat by a girl!" Souta slapped him upside his head " Shut up."

Connie looked at her watch, it was getting late, she knew her roommate wanted to be back before dark. And she definitely wasn't taking the risk of walking the streets of Tokyo by herself. Everyone was still ampt, talking about the race she just won.

She stepped over to Souta who was glaring daggers at her, she would have been intimidated if she didn't see how those eyes suddenly glance over her body before returning to her face. She grinned crossing her arms, leaning in to whisper so no one could here they. No one was around to hear about the wager they made before the race. " Looks like you lost our bet."

Souta frowned at her though there was glimmer of interest in his eyes," So it seems."

She raised her hand, palm up, Souta rolled his eyes but handed over his bag of tickets. Even thought they weren't that important, he really wanted that yo-stick in the prize booth.

She tapped a finger against her elbow, before reaching in her shirt and pulling out a card, " Even though you didn't win." she offered it to him.

Souta blinked, and took it, looking it over, it was a business card. It said Connie C. with her contact info below it. He raised a brow, then glanced up, then looked around. She was gone. Kohaku walked over, " Can't believe you lost, you never lose."

Souta shook his head, confusion on his face, " Where she go?"

Shippo blinked, then looked around, the arcade was pretty packed and it was easy to get lost in the crowd but he didn't smell her scent either, " She must of left."

Kohaku shrugged, " Maybe next time man."

Souta shook his head, slipping the card in his pocket. " Yeah maybe." he mumbled, a soft smile crossing his face, I got her number.

Sesshomaru sat on the couch in Kagome's office, not wanting to do anything else for the day after spending time with that dumb ass cousin of his. The miko walked in, a cup in each hand, looking over her lover by the fireplace. Sitting beside him, she handed him a cup, " She's still in there with the sketch artist."

Sesshomaru took the cup and looking inside, the red wine was dark, sweet smelling and smooth. He took a sip and approved, " Perhaps she is going over all the details she could remember."

Kagome made a face, " I think she just doesn't want to go back to the orphanage yet." she took a sip of her drink, " After this, I'll get her something to eat then take her back."

Blue eyes glanced over, " Do you have anything else to do today?"

Sesshomaru nodded, " Yes, I have work to finish."

Kagome turned in her seat so her legs went across her husband's lap, " I'll have to come back here and debrief with the team, I don't know how late I'll be. Want me to just meet you home?"

Amber eyes glanced over to her at the mention of his home as her home. For some reason it made him warm inside that she thought of it as home already. But he shook his head, " I don't know how late I will be as well and I haven't gotten you access into the palace yet."

Kagome grinned, crossing her legs at the ankles, " I can always break in."

Sesshomaru smirked, but hid it by taking a sip of his drink, " Meet me at my office and we will leave together."

Kagome nodded and stood, draining her cup, she stretched her arms over her head. Sesshomaru watched the muscles in her shoulders stretch and release, liking the way her back arched into a perfect curve. She sat her cup down before glancing at her watch on her arm, she saw it was almost 5 o clock. Walking over to door, she flipped the lock before she turned with a smile on her face, " We got time."

Sesshomaru raised a brow, the room pulsed as the barrier coated the walls, stopping anything from getting out and anything from coming in. She pulled off her shirt before she released her aura in a burst. The scent rushed over him like a wave. Burning lavender. It felt like fire in his veins, the powerful aura of the miko surrounded him like a cocoon. Like invisible hands were stroking his skin, heating him from the inside out.

She walked over and straddled his waist, her lips laid on his, tasting that manly flavor of power. He opened to her, touching her waist, pulling her closer, her sweet taste invading his senses, the alcohol making her flavor more pungent, more desirable. This power needed to be tasted, as if only he can give it complete satisfaction. His arms grabbed her shoulders and turned her, laying her on the couch. He had to taste this sweetness until he drowned in her power. He took a deep breath, trying to control the need to devour her. " Do not think you can pull this trick and get what you want every time." he hissed, trying to force his eyes to stay on her face instead of those juicy lips.

She smiled and it became even harder, " Wanna bet."

He frowned, this was not a joke, releasing her aura in public is dangerous, he thought. He wanted to say it but it was too hard to focus with her scent driving him crazy. He had to feel that power that was spewing off her in ripples. His hands reached under her bra, touching bare flesh, he can feel the pulse of the power just beneath her skin. It almost hummed to him, singing to him, he had to taste it, he had to. Glancing up, his lips closing the distance and met hers in a fierce, concurring kiss. She felt like she was drowning. His tongue tasting her mouth with hungry strokes, as if he was trying to devour her, starting with her mouth. So delicious she was.

He moved down, kissing her neck, her legs wrapped around him, leaning her head back giving him more, he lavished her neck, tasting her sweet chilled flavor, " So sweet." he mumbled, all thoughts of warning her now gone, he wanted to taste all of her, devour every inch of her. Kagome felt hands unbuttoning her jeans, she grinned, not get my way my ass she thought as she gasped into his lips, feeling his aura burst around her. Kagome shivered as he coated her with his aura, that haze of dominance and power trying to tempt her yet again. She could get use to this, she thought.

52 minutes later Kagome was all smiles as she pushed the couch back into its rightful place. It moved... a lot... during their... fun. She giggled at the thought, and bent to pick up the throw pillows just as Sesshomaru stepped out of the adjacent bathroom. He fixed his tie with a shake of his head as Kagome beamed a beautifully satisfied smile at him. He was tempted to smile back, feeling just as relaxed and content as she was, instead he turned to the door, " Remember, meet me at my office when you're finished."

Kagome just smiled, walking over to him, leaning up to peck his lips. He grabbed her head and deepened the kiss, tasting her sweet fresh flavor. Without another word, he turned and walked out the office. Kagome watched him go for a moment, a smile on her face, licking her lips, savoring his flavor. He wasn't that talkative but he was definitely affection. He never said he actually liked her, but she was starting to get the feeling he did. With a giggle, she turned the other way feeling a presence heading her way.

Rin was sipping on a sprite when she reached, Kagome bent, " All done?"

The little girl just shrugged, " I did what I could do."

Kagome grinned, she talked like an adult, " I'm sure you did your best Rin. Wanna go get something to eat?"

Her little brown eyes lit up, the food at the shrine consisted of rice balls and soup all the time. She was definitely up for something with a little more flavor, " What you got in mind?"

Kagome stood, " There's some menus on my desk, pick which ever you want."

Rin nodded, skipping into the large office, food was the key to her heart. Kagome smiled, shaking her head softly before turning to the sketch artist, a lab tech from the 7th floor.

She walked over with a smile, " Cute kid." handing her the stiff paper.

Kagome nodded, " Yeah she is." taking it from her, " Thanks."

The tech nodded and turned to get back to work downstairs, Kagome went into the briefing room for more light before looking down at the sketch in her hand.

Slowly, color drained from her face, her blue eyes widened just a margin, her hands trembled clutching the piece of paper. She was drawn with a ski mask on her head but she knew underneath was her signature ponytail with two feather hair ornaments pinned in it. She stared at those crimson eyes, feeling her heart race, days of long past flashing across her mind. A cake. A sudden noise. A demon. Kikyou screaming. Then the knife.

Kagome stared, she haven't thought of that night in so long but she could never forget this face. This is her, the same woman from that night, all those years ago. Slowly her hand touched her side, feeling the scar under her tattoo, and if she was nearby, that can only mean, he was nearby too.

" Hey, you wanna get pizza?"

Kagome blinked, and turned, Rin was standing behind her with a menu in her hand. The little girl raised a brow, " You okay? You look a little pale."

Kagome blinked again and shook her head, " I'm good." She folded the paper up and stuffed it in her back pocket, " What you said about Pizza. I love Pizza."

Rin smiled, " Me too."

Kagome grinned, " It's a date then." she tilted her head towards he elevators, " Let's go."

Naraku was in his large room getting a grasp on every thing that was happening, he was pretty sure Klaus was being honest about not knowing Russell's operation. It made him happy because he actually already knew who the supplier was, an old friend of his that was coming for a visit. What bothered him was not knowing who killed the quarter giant. He was positive the cops weren't on to him, not yet, not that fast. Cops were stupid, it took them forever to get a hint of crime lords or drug pins happening right under their noses. And then they had to go by the book, they wouldn't just off the man like this. No it was definitely someone else, but who? Was someone trying to muscle in on Russell? No, it was way too soon to challenger the newcomer, he wasn't even set up yet. It was a surprise to him that anyone would even bother with Russell. He was smart, kept his head down and under the radar. He had a lot of plans and good ideas, he had a natural gift for negotiation, he would have been a good asset to someone's organization. Naraku wouldn't have mind doing business with the man, but now he would never get that chance.

So who would kill him? And for what? nothing was taken from the hotel room he was staying in. And speaking of that, he was killed in the most secure hotel in the city. Only somebody with skill could have gotten away with something like that. His mind thought of his miko. She was skilled and capable and she was an RDSVU agent, perhaps they were on to his dealings. He frowned, no, it wasn't possible, Russell just got here, how in the world would they be on to him that fast. He hasn't done anything suspicious enough to warrant an investigation. Naraku thought for a moment, or has he? He tried to remember the captain of the team, the guy with the brown hair. A face vaguely came into recognition, he never thought to study anyone else on the team besides what was his. But maybe he should, if his memory served him right, which it usually did, that guy has been in his miko life for a very long time now. He knew she took his last name, however, he always figured that was her repaying his kindness of taking her in after she got out of jail.

He was sure the man wasn't important, a human that acted as a father to his property, that was all. For sure, all he knew was that everything was going according to plans. A war is going to start and within the ashes he will raise a new kingdom. The thought made him smile, he picked up his phone, dialing a number, someone answered after the first ring.

Yes Naraku."

The spider hanyou smirked he had sent Kagura on a recon job earlier today. " Status."

There was a sigh, " Nothing much, he's on a date."

Naraku turned as a side door was opened and a female was pushed in. She was young, about 19, human, regular features, brown eyes, black hair, a runaway probably that got the short end of the stick and ended up with the Klaus. Her shinny aquamarine bikini top looking silver, the matching bottoms tying together on the sides. Her silver pumps matching her outfit, two Chinese sticks stuck in her tight bun for style.

She was petrified, he could smell it on her, her fear reaching a point she thought her heart would stop. Her wide eyes glanced around for a moment, the room was big. Complete with a stage, huge king sized oval bed, fully stocked bar, and a stripper pole.

Her eyes glanced to him and she sucked in a sharp breath, he was on the phone. He glanced at her then pointed to the stage, wobbly legs stepped up on it.

" Where is he now?" Naraku asked as he poured a half cup of whiskey.

" Hotel."

Walking over, he handed the cup to the girl. " Drink it." He demanded, pulling his mouth away from his phone only for a moment.

She held the cup in a hand so shaky some liquor actually spilled over the rim, she hated liquor, bringing the cup to her mouth, taking a small gulp. The burn too strong, making her pull away.

" Get rid of him before he gets home, I need the contents of his briefcase." Naraku said into the phone.

He glanced at her from the bar. " All of it."

She again brought the cup to quivering lips, taking another gulp, feeling the burn down to her ankles. She bent, figuring she could leave a swig in the cup, trying to put the cup on the floor. She heard his phone snap shut, making her jump, tipping the cup over, spilling the little swig on the stage.

Fearful eyes looked up, righting the cup, praying to every god known to man he wouldn't be mad.

He was watching her, leaning against the bar. She was on her knees, leaning over, her hand still on the cup she spilled. She was so afraid of him, it actually made him smirked at the terrified female, he was about to scar her for life and enjoy every moment of it.

" Take off your clothes."

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