Disclaimer: Inuyasha is sooo not mine...but Yuki, Hiro and Akira all are... SO DON'T TOUCH! That's a big no-no! Unless of course you ask me really nicely. I might say yes... . Maybe...

Chapter 12

Kagome got home and headed for the shower. While she was getting dressed, she heard the doorbell ring. Quickly tugging on her shirt, she headed downstairs to open the door.

As always, the sight of Kouga made her mouth water. He was leaning against the doorframe, his tall, powerful body clad in his form-fitting clothes and that leather jacket she loved. His shining black hair fell loose about his face and he lifted a hand to tuck a rebellious lock behind one ear.

When their eyes met, his cool demeanor instantly vanished and he surged forward, his hands reaching for her waist. "Damn, you're beautiful," he whispered hoarsely, as he pulled her close and bestowed an enthusiatic kiss on her lips. "Have I told you I loved you today?" he asked, pushing her gently inside and shutting the door with his foot.

"No, you haven't," came her muffled reply as her arms slipped around his waist. She let her hands creep up his broad back while pressing soft kisses against his throat. "Tell me."

"I love you, Kagome," he said quietly, dipping down to nibble on her neck. "God, I love you so much." His arms tightened around her. "I hope you never leave me."

Time stopped for a moment when he said those words and in her mind's eye she saw Yuki lying in his hospital bed, hand outstretched to her, his one good eye filled with sadness.

'Please, don't leave me. I don't... want to be alone.'

'Yuki,' she thought, resting her forehead against Kouga's shoulder. Should she tell Kouga about the kiss? Or rather, kisses?

Kouga moved slightly and kissed her again, this time sweeping her up off her feet and carrying her into the living room. He set her down on the sofa and then lay on top of her, never breaking the kiss. Kagome decided that he didn't need to know about it. It was a one-time thing, right? It wasn't as if Yuki really meant it.

As Kouga's hard body slid over hers as smoothly as oiled silk, her mind let go of all thoughts of Yuki and the kiss they shared. It didn't matter now; none of it did. Kouga was here and he loved her, and unlike Yuki, Kouga had never done anything to hurt her. He adored her, made her feel like the only woman in the world when he stared at her with those breathtaking sapphire colored eyes... and he never demanded anything of her that she was not willing to give him.

Even though he never pushed her into having sex, she could sense that his self-control was under a huge strain. She understood that it must be difficult for a man who'd never had a girlfriend who wouldn't allow him to sleep with her. But Kouga handled it beautifully without a single complaint and made the most of the cuddle sessions they had. Kagome adored the way he was so attentive to her, so loving...

"You're perfect," he panted, kissing her throat. "I can't believe you're mine." He smiled against her warm flesh and rubbed the tip of his nose against her. "I'm the luckiest man ever."

Kagome shut her eyes as his breath danced across her skin, sending shivers throughout her entire body. "Oh, Kouga," breathed Kagome ecstatically, wrapping her arms and legs around him. "Kiss me again!"

Happily, he obliged and Kagome felt him ground his pelvis against hers. Her temperature soared and she clung to him...

But not for long...

"Ahem!"

The lovers on the sofa started and Kouga quickly removed himself from Kagome's body. Hiro and Sesshoumaru were standing in the doorway. One was smiling; the other was glaring.

"Oh, hey, Sesshoumaru, Hiro. What's going on?" Kouga asked nervously, hoping to kami that Sesshoumaru didn't notice the bulge in his pants. It was funny how Kagome's guardian was the only man he'd ever met that could make him sweat bullets.

With an inward sigh, Kagome got up from the sofa and went over to Sesshoumaru to wrap her arms around his middle. "Please don't frown, Sesshoumaru. Kouga would never do anything bad to me."

Sesshoumaru wrapped his arms around her and held her to him. "He'd better not," he muttered irritably, his eyes never leaving Kouga's reddening face. "I wouldn't take kindly to my baby girl being treated like some common whore."

Nervousness forgotten, Kouga jumped angrily to his feet. His Kagome? Like hell she was! "I would never treat my Kagome that way! She's the most precious thing in my life!"

"Your Kagome, huh?"

"Yes, that's what I said. My Kagome."

"Oh, I don't think so."

Turning her face against his chest, Kagome clutched onto Sesshoumaru tighter. "Please stop! I don't want you fighting because of me!"

"Darling!" cried Sesshoumaru and Kouga together, both upset because she was upset. Frowning, their heads jerked up and they glared at each other.

Standing off to the side, Hiro looked on, his lips twitching with amusement. He had to shove his fist to his mouth to hold back a chuckle. When he could help himself no longer, he burst into laughter.

The other three turned to him with questioning glances. Hiro shook his head and wiped at his eyes. "Gomen nasai! You guys are just so... so..." He laughed again.

"So what?" Again, Kouga and Sesshoumaru spoke in unison.

"You two are alot alike, you know that? I'll bet that once you two get to know each other, you'll be the best of friends." Hiro shot them both an innocent grin. "I mean, you'll have to get along when Kouga marries Kagome, right? Brothers-in-law should at least try to get along with each other."

"Hiro!" Kagome cried reproachfully and red-faced, she jerked away from Sesshoumaru and ran away up the stairs. Kouga called out to her and would have taken off after her had not a powerful hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"Where do you think you're going?" intoned an imperious voice behind him.

Kouga threw a look over his shoulder at Sesshoumaru and didn't feel the least bit scared of him. "I'm going to check on my girlfriend, if you don't mind. She's upset, if you hadn't noticed."

The hand that clutched his shoulder tightened for a moment then it was released. Kouga saw that Hiro had taken hold of Morikawa's wrist, holding it away from him.

"Please be fair, Sesshoumaru-sama. Kouga loves Kagome very much, you know and you did allow him to date her, after all." He took a step nearer to the pale-haired man. "You gave him your approval, did you not?"

Golden eyes narrowed at Kouga. "I did," he replied, his deep voice saturated with resentment.

"You can't go back on your word, Sesshoumaru. Kagome adores Kouga." Hiro was practically whispering in Sesshoumaru's ear now. "I know you love Kagome more than life itself and that you want her to be happy. Kouga makes her happy, too. Let her be alone with him, okay? You trust Kagome, don't you? You believe what she says, right?"

Sesshoumaru's body stiffened. "Of course I do."

"Then when she says that Kouga wouldn't take advantage of her, she means it. I know for a fact that Kouga treats Kagome like a gentleman--"

"But he was laying on top of her!" Sesshoumaru pointed out peevishly. "What was so gentlemanly about that?"

Biting back a sigh, Hiro answered, "Was she fighting him off? Was she in any distress? Or was she holding him close?"

Sesshoumaru's frowned deepened and Hiro went on. "Kagome is a woman, Sesshoumaru, and she can consent to...uh... certain acts of intimacy if she chooses."

Kouga caught Hiro's eye and sent him a look of gratitude before dashing off up the stairs. As for Hiro, he released Sesshoumaru's wrist and stepped back.

"Gomen nasai, Sesshoumaru-sama."

Sesshoumaru shook his head slowly. "No, it's fine. You were entirely correct." He sighed heavily and ran his hands through his hair. "I... I just can't seem to accept the fact that she loves another man."

"You wanted her to choose you after all, didn't you?"

The silver head bowed dejectedly. "I'm afraid so, but I should have known better. She will never see me as anything more than her big brother. I must try very hard to realize that."

Hiro stared at the taller man's back. He felt sorry for Sesshoumaru, but he knew that Kagome had every right to choose to be with anyone she wanted; and unfortunately, that person would not be Sesshoumaru. "If it's any consolation," Hiro murmured gently, "she loved you first. She'll always love you. I don't believe that will ever change."

"I know," came the solemn reply. "I guess this means that I should start letting her go." Sesshoumaru turned to look at Hiro. "But to be honest, I want for her to be with me always. I want to lock her away in my home and never let her out. I don't want to share her with anybody. Is it wrong of me to make such a wish?"

"Well," replied the dark-haired man with a small smile, "imprisoning Kagome wouldn't accomplish much. After all she's been through, I think the best thing you can do for her would be to let her do whatever she wants with her life. And when she's finished exploring her world, perhaps she may come home to you. Like I said, she loves you very much."

A rueful smile crossed Sesshoumaru's lips. "I thank you for your words, Hiro, but it would be foolish of me to hold my breath. I know she loves me, just not in the manner I'd hoped. I'd be a fool to keep believing that she'd want me as a lover... but... some small part of me still has hope."

Grinning, Hiro slapped Sesshoumaru on the back. "That's the spirit, Sesshoumaru-sama! What do the other parts say? Being pessimistic, are they?"

Sesshoumaru's body stilled and his gaze hardened. Hiro, feeling a cold sweat run down his chest, took a step back. "Ano...?"

"The other parts of me want to kill anyone who dares to touch her."

Hiro felt faint. He'd do it, too. Sesshoumaru really was a very scary man when pissed off and he had connections. No doubt that should he wish to have someone 'disappear', all he would need to do was snap his fingers and the problem would be taken care of.

Icy yellow eyes were staring lasers in the direction of the stairs. "If anything fishy is going on with him... I trust you will tell me, Hiro." Unblinking eyes shifted slowly to Hiro, causing that one to wonder if he needed to check the front of his trousers. "He slips up one time... just one... and he will never see her again. You tell him that. I'd tell him myself, but I fear I might attack him." Without another word, Sesshoumaru took his departure, leaving behind a very shaken, white-faced Hiro.

Upstairs, Kagome was wrapped up in Kouga's arms. He'd told her what had gone on downstairs, adding that he was worried Sesshoumaru would tell him to break it off with her. But she went to him and held him, telling him that Sesshoumaru wouldn't do anything to upset her, no matter what.

With a groan, Kouga tightened his grip on her. "I sincerely hope not. I don't know what I'd do without you, Kagome."

She giggled and stood on tiptoes to kiss the tip his chin. "You'll survive, I'm sure," she answered with a smile. "After all, you've lived most of your life without me, right?"

Kouga studied her for a long moment, giving Kagome the impression that he was thinking something over and some strange emotion glimmered in his eyes, as if he'd made up his mind about whatever he was thinking of. "Kouga? What is it?"

Those incredibly blue eyes blinked and his eyes cleared. He smiled down at her. "It's nothing. How about that movie? What would you like to see?"

As she turned away to finish getting ready and telling him about a new movie that had caught her interest, Kouga watched her with a thoughtful gaze. He probably should think about finding out her ring size...and pick a good time to ask her to marry him.

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That evening, after having a very thorough bed bath, Yuki lay back against his pillows, watching the television. Outwardly, he looked as though he was intently into the program. Inwardly, he was frantically wondering what was so important to Kagome that it dragged her away from his side.

Yuki wanted to scream in his frustration. Should he call her? Check up on her? Make sure she was alright? Damn, when would his fucking legs heal?

He flipped through the channels again, wondering why the hell this hospital, with all its advanced technology, didn't have satellite tv. It was appalling! They weren't in a third world country, for heaven's sake.

When he found something semi-interesting, he lay down the remote beside him and attempted to concentrate on the show, but to no avail. He just couldn't keep his mind off of Kagome. What could she possibly be doing? She didn't have a life, he recalled, thinking back on every time he came over for a visit. She and Hiro were always home.

A half-naked man popped up on the tv screen and a very unpleasant thought hit him. Could she be involved with someone? He remembered how she reacted when her cellphone went off. It did seem to have a peculiar ringtone, the kind that was most likely reserved for a certain someone. And then she had jerked away from him as if he'd burned her. Was it a guilty conscience that made her resist his kiss at first?

With a small smile, Yuki tilted his head back and stared up at the ceiling. Ahh...that first kiss. It had been sweet and innocent; better than he could have ever imagined. In short, it was perfect.

But then again, she was an angel, wasn't she? His angel.

Without another thought, he reached over for the phone and quickly dialed her number. If he couldn't see her until tomorrow, hearing her lovely voice would have to do.

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The movie had been great even though it was pretty scary. Kouga loved scary movies. She didn't mind them so much, as long as she had him to hold onto. At one point, she'd been so scared that he pulled her onto his lap and held her close against him. He chuckled softly and kissed the top of her head.

Now they were at his favorite restaurant, where she was currently in the bathroom. After washing her hands, she checked her phone to see if there were any missed calls or messages.

The breath caught in her chest when she looked down at the tiny screen. Yuki had called her 15 times... and apparently left a message each time. She listened to the first three messages then stopped. Hearing his poor, panicked voice cry out for her tugged at her heartstrings but she couldn't do anything about that right now.

Or could she?

With a sigh, she dialed his hospital room phone. Uncannily, the first words out of his mouth was "Kagome, where are you?"

"Um, Yuki--"

"No excuses! Where are you? Are you okay? What are you doing? Who are you with? Is it a man?"

When he paused for breath, Kagome spoke. "Yuki, why are you worried about me so much?"

"Why? Can't I be worried about you?" he muttered sulkily.

Kagome frowned. "Well, sure, but Yuki, why? I promised you I'd see you tomorrow. You didn't have to call so much. You should be resting."

There was silence on Yuki's end for a moment. Then he answered slowly, "Why? Because I missed you, that's why. I missed hearing your voice. I wanted to tell you I want you with me. Please come. I'm so lonely here."

"I can't, Yuki, I'm sorry. I'm out with a friend of mine right now."

"It's a man, isn't it?" he asked quietly.

"What difference would it make if it were? I can have male friends, you know."

"Is it a date? Are you on a date with him?"

Unable to take anymore, Kagome steeled herself. He was being just a little too nosy. "Yuki, I really need to go now. My friend is waiting for me. I'm sorry. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Wait! Don't go! I want--"

She lowered the phone and closed it. She hadn't wanted to hang up on him, but she didn't want to tell him about Kouga, either. After all, the reason he'd been in the accident was because he'd seen her in Kouga's arms...

Leaving the bathroom, Kagome ran into Kouga, who was leaning against the wall, waiting anxiously for her. When he saw her, he pushed away from the wall and went to her.

"Hey baby, what happened? Fall in?" he joked, taking her hand in his. But seeing her distraught face, he turned to face her. "Are you okay, Kagome? Are you sick?"

"Iie," she murmured and handed him her phone.

Kouga frowned slightly and opened it, instantly going to the calls received. His eyes widened when he saw the screen. "15 times? Is he kidding?" He closed the phone and handed it back to her. "Were you talking to him just now?"

Kagome nodded, slipping the phone into her purse. "I admit I was worried about him, but I also wanted to check up on him."

"I see." He led her back to their table where their appetizers and drinks were waiting for them. When they sat down, he asked, "Did you tell him about us?"

She shook her head and took a sip of water. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't want to upset him." Setting the glass down, she looked over at her handsome boyfriend. "I don't want him to hate me again."

Kouga reached across the table and grabbed her hand. "Sweetheart, what happened to him wasn't your fault. He was the one who was stupid enough to get drunk and drive and get into that accident. Anyway, once he gets out of the hospital, he'll find out about us from his underlings." He speared one of the stuffed mushrooms with his fork and popped it into his mouth. "Although why he hasn't been told yet doesn't make any sense. Its not like they don't know he's laid up in the hospital. Normally, he's notified of any little thing that concerns his interests. The only thing I can think of is that you have sympathizers high up in his organization."

The startled look on her face prompted him to reassure her. "Oh, but that's a good thing. If you have someone within his organization looking out for you, then you're in good hands. Yuki is notorious for his spying tactics. He'd use any underhanded means to dig up anything he wants to know about anyone." Swiping another stuffed mushroom and wolfing it down, he continued. "Everyone knows about his interest in you and for something like this to be withheld from Yuki, the person looking out for you must be pretty high-ranked in order for it to be kept secret."

As Kagome pondered his words, the waitress appeared with their entrees. Kouga, as usual, as ordered a massive slab of steak, cooked medium rare with potatoes on the side. Watching him devour his food was, as always, a spectacle to behold. The man tore into his food with enough gusto to make any chef worth their salt weep with pride and joy. She, on the other hand, worried that he would choke. Amazingly enough, he never did.

Eating her salad, (and keeping an eye out for a possible choking incident) Kagome wondered who would keep her relationship with Kouga a secret. Did she know this person? Who was it?

But more importantly, she felt, what possible reason could they have for shielding Yuki from the truth?

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The next day, Kagome arrived at the hospital to find Dr. Yamadera sitting beside Yuki, talking to him in low, solemn tones. Yuki's head was bowed, his hands covering his face. His shoulders were trembling.

"Yuki?" she asked, instantly concerned.

Yuki started violently and peered at her through his fingers. "No! Get out of here! You can't see me like this!" he cried frantically.

Akira got to his feet and grasped his cousin by the shoulder. "Yuki, let her see. I sincerely doubt--"

"NO!"

"-- that she'll think any less of you--"

"Get out, Akira. Take Kagome with you. Please."

Kagome looked at Akira, who smiled gently at her. "I think she should stay. Having her around is beneficial to you, Yuki. Go on, my dear. Snap him out of his funk." He winked at her and left them alone, shutting the door behind him.

Setting her packages and purse down on the chair that the good doctor had just vacated, she turned to face him. "Yuki-sama? What's happened?"

Yuki shook his blond head. "I thought I told you to leave. Please go and don't come back."

What had happened to him? she thought curiously, then it hit her all of a sudden. His hair was uncovered. The bandages on his face had been removed and for him to act like this must mean that something terrible had just been discovered.

With a tentative hand, she reached out and gently touched his left hand... then noticed that his right hand had also been relieved of its bandages. The pale skin was scarred...

So, that's it, she thought sadly as she pulled his hands away from his face. His face... his beautiful, perfect face... was scarred as well...

He resisted, but only for a moment and allowed her see him. An ugly red scar ran from his right temple, down and across his cheek to just above his upper lip. Another one, much smaller, cut through his eyebrow and ended at the corner of his right eye.

"Yuki," she breathed, lightly running her fingers down his face alongside the bigger scar. "I'm so sorry." She felt her eyes tear up when she saw the devastated look in his eyes.

"I'm... hideous," he whispered brokenly. "No one will want me now." Looking down at his marred right hand, his face crumpled and he began to cry. "Why? Why me?"

Unable to help herself, she grabbed him and hugged him to her. "You're still you, no matter what you look like, Yuki-sama."

With a groan, he shoved her away from him. "I'm a monster!" he screeched at her. "Look at me! God... just... look at me...and my legs... Akira says that my right leg is healing more slowly than my left. He says... he says that there's a good chance I'll have a limp for the rest of my life..."

Tears fell unheeded down Kagome's cheeks as she watched him sob like a child in front of her. She didn't know what to do or what to say to make him feel better. All she knew was that she wanted... needed... to comfort him.

So moving forward, she sat down beside him on his bed and took his hands in hers. "You may not believe what I say to you, but I still think that you're beautiful."

Yuki shook his head. "Don't lie to me, Kagome. Don't you dare lie to me. I can take it from anybody else, but not from you or my brother, when it comes to that."

She sighed. "Well, how shall I prove to you that I'm not lying?"

A tiny spark lit up his green eyes, but he quickly surpressed it. "If you don't find me a repulsive and hideous freak... then kiss me. Kiss me like you mean it."

Without a word, Kagome took his face in her hands and leaned forward, pressing her lips to his. He sat, motionless, waiting for more... testing her to see if she would go any further.

She did. Her lips moved insistently against his and soon his mouth opened to her. His arms went around her, pulling her to him. His tongue slipped inside her willing mouth while her hands dug themselves into his soft, golden hair.

Cautiously peering into the room, Dr. Akira Yamadera smiled at the two other occupants of the room, who were completely oblivious to his presence. He had known that Kagome could bring Yuki out of his depression and really the scars weren't as bad as they could have been. But Yuki's pride was invested in his spectacular looks and such a large blemish on his pretty face would devastate him. Thankfully, Kagome was such a loving, caring young woman. Of course, he knew about her sad past and if anyone could help Yuki overcome his disfigurements, she could.

As he silently retreated, Akira hoped that Yuki wouldn't fuck up with her. He'd done harm to far too many women owing to his ill-treatment of them. But if Akira found out about Kagome was being mistreated as well, Yuki would pay dearly. Although, somehow, it seemed to be different in Kagome's case. Yuki seemed to care about what she thought. Indeed, he seemed to care about her, period. Akira had never known Yuki to demand that someone be by side, other than Hiro. Very odd. She was obviously somebody quite special to his vain, hard-headed cousin.

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Later, when Kagome had managed to squirm away from Yuki's grasp, she dug through her packages and found the ginger cookies Hiro had made for him. "Look, Hiro baked you something."

Yuki took the cookies and smiled guilelessly at her. "I love Hiro's cookies. He makes the best." She nodded and he held his hand out to her. "C'mere," he said, his eyes darkening with passion. "Kiss me again."

"Yuki--"

"Please?"

"I really shouldn't. You need to rest."

"Pfft." Pouting, Yuki crossed his arms over his chest. "I've been resting for far too long. I'm tired of resting! I demand a kiss, woman!" Fire blazed in his eyes for a split second before he smiled sheepishly at her. "Pretty please?"

Kagome felt her heart flutter like an insane butterfly in her chest as his eyes gazed worshipfully over at her. Kouga wouldn't like her being stared at by Yuki like this, she thought, suddenly guilt-stricken. Kouga wouldn't like any of this whatsoever. Should she tell him everything? Honesty demanded that she should, but this would upset him terribly and she didn't want to lose him. He might want to end their relationship after hearing about this.

"I know what I really want for my birthday tomorrow," Yuki's voice broke into her thoughts. "I've been thinking about it a lot lately and I've decided that this is something that I really want."

She sat down beside him on the bed. "Oh, okay. Well, tell me then. Perhaps I can find it for you by tomorrow."

Yuki reached out and touched her face, shaking his head. "Shh. It's my birthday wish. If I say it out loud, it won't come true."

Blushing under his adoring gaze and tender fingertips, Kagome ducked her head. "Aren't you going to eat your cookies? Hiro worked on them until late last night."

Obediantly, Yuki ate a few of his homemade cookies and declared Hiro the best cook in the world. Meanwhile, Kagome wondered how long it would take for Yuki to get used to his scars. Even now, as he brushed ginger cookie crumbs from his bed, his eyes were riveted to his right hand with its blemished flesh and the look on his face was one of revulsion.

When it was time to go several hours later, Kagome allowed him to hold her for a moment. Actually, he'd tricked her into plumping his pillows and when she leaned over to do so, he'd sat up quickly, his arms snaking around her waist. She objected when he did this, but objected even more when he sat her on his lap.

He laughed softly and proceeded to kiss her. "Why do you fight me?" he asked gently, the words muffled against her smooth cheek. "Its not as if we're committing a crime. I mean, we're both single, right?"

Her body stiffened suddenly in his embrace and he pulled away from her. "You are single, aren't you? The last time I checked you were. Right?"

With a sob, she wrenched away from him and turned her back on him. "Of course I'm not married, Yuki-sama," she uttered sadly as she donned her coat and gathered her things. "I wish you a good evening and I will return tomorrow for your birthday. Good night."

Something was wrong, Yuki thought after she left. He sank back against his plumped pillows and stared absently at his blank television. Why was she acting like a skittish horse? Had he touched a nerve? Apparently so, for she couldn't even face him when she had said good night.

Was she single still? Or had some other unscrupulous male snatched her up while he had been unconscious?

No...that was ridiculous. The one he'd left in charge had reported to him only yesterday on how things were running. All their operations were running as smooth as silk, he'd told Yuki. When Yuki had asked about Kagome, the man told him that yes, tabs were still being kept on her and no, she wasn't seeing anyone.

Heaving a relieved sigh, Yuki reached for his remote and with a click, turned on the television. He didn't know what he'd do if she was seeing another man. But what he did know, was that whomever dared touch what was his, would pay with his life.

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"Yes, that's what I said and make certain that the new guy knows not to open his mouth about it. Got it? If you fuck this up, I will personally order a hit on your wife. Do I make myself clear?"

The terrified man on the other end of the phone quickly acknowledged that he understood quite well and promised not to fuck up.

"Good, because I'd hate to have to do it, Kanako. Your wife is a good woman. Good night." The phone was snapped shut and the dark-haired gentleman sat wearily back in his chair. Fear was a good motivator for people to not screw up simple assignments and this assignment was one of the simplest. All they had to do was pretend that Kagome wasn't seeing Yuki's one-time personal assassin, Kouga.

Simple, right? Sure. Easy as pie.

He couldn't let her get hurt by Yuki any more than she'd been already. Hearing Yuki joke with his friends about wanting to bed Kagome had really pissed him off. She hadn't deserved such disgusting treatment. But as long as he was in temporarily in charge, he'd make certain that her relationship with Kouga was kept under wraps. He would let her be happy with a man who worshipped her.

Getting to his feet, he stretched his arms upwards. A small succession of pops in his spine brought a smile to his handsome face. Damn, that felt good!

His cellphone rang softly and frowning, he looked down at it to see who was calling him. The frown slid away and a gentle smile took its place. He answered it.

"Hi, baby. No, I'm fixing to leave now. Uh huh. Oh, hey, how about we order in tonight? I want to see you in that sexy black teddy you bought me for my birthday. Yeah, I know. I love you, too, Sango..."

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A/N: Hey guys! I can't believe that last bit of intrigue managed to sneak in there! . It wasn't a part of the original storyline, but it sounded good to me, especially when Kouga was going on about it earlier in the chapter. I really didn't foresee it, but its okay! Oh, and please don't think Kagome is a slut. Yuki is rather... um... forceful at times and impossible to resist. I wouldn't resist him for one minute! XD

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

rsb