Ooooohhhh, letdown - only three reviews! People, we're slipping! I'm quickly approaching writer's block here, a little red flag's going up! Review me some ideas, quick!!
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Kitsune's Lover - The was the funniest damn review I've gotten in a long time! Everyone hates her, she's worse than Regina on Mean Girls! Well, I dunno if I should let anyone read it yet...but I'll think about it! If anyone does, it'll be you for sure!
anime-lover-forever2007 - Not much to say there, but thanks for saying something. Not many people are as courteous as you are!
S.T. Nickolian - I know, he's so creepy, and omg, he's plotzing against everyone, as usual! Like, holy hell, who didn't see that coming??? Hahahahah!
Sweet Temptation
Kagura walked in the front door of the palace-like structure that was her home. She lived here alone most of the time; her Father was a busy man and, since he didn't have much time to spend with her, he gave her whatever she wanted to make up for it. She had everything a girl could want - except her Father's love. He may have given her whatever she asked for, but the one thing he was incapable of giving her was himself. He'd loved her Mother, and when she left him, his heart had died, and even Kagura, the only thing he had left of his wife, besides his youngest daughter, Kanna, could not thaw his numb heart.
Already a shrewd and sinister man, he became even more so, and his daughters were just like him. They were adept at scheming and plotting to get from others what they couldn't get themselves, and had no scruples whatsoever when it came to interfering in other people's lives.
To Kagura's surprise, her Father was home. Their housekeeper, Mrs. Kaede, told her as soon as she arrived that her Father would like to see her.
Letting the elderly woman take her bag, she marched up to her Father's study and opened his door, sitting quietly and waiting for him to get off the phone.
"Yes, I want it done tomorrow. No buts, just do it. Don't make me fire you. And make it look like an accident, I don't need another lawsuit on my hands, not that he'd win, anyway. I own this town, and don't you forget it."
Hanging up, he folded his hands together on top of his big oak desk and said, "Kagura, I hear you've been busy."
She swallowed. How did he know? Sesshoumaru wouldn't… but obviously, he had.
"Busy? I don't know what you're talking about, Daddy. I haven't done anything; I spent the weekend with Kikyou and her family and the Taishos."
He stared at her for a long time, and eventually she began to fidget. He smiled; she hated to see that smile. Usually a Father's smile is a delight for his family to see, but when Naraku Onigumo smiled, his daughters shivered in fear.
"That's not what Mr. Taisho tells me. In fact, he seems to think that you are trying to blackmail his son, and destroy a woman named Kagome Higurashi. Is that correct?"
She hated it when he spoke down to her as if she were an employee and not his flesh and blood.
She said nothing, just continued to stare back at his sinister smile. He looked away, and swivelled his chair, so she could no longer see his face.
"I want to know the whole story, Kagura; then, and only then, will I decide whether or not I will help you."
Hanging her head, she swung it back up at his words. Help her? She smiled to herself, an exact copy of the one now suspended across his face. She knew her Father wouldn't let her scheme go to waste!
"Well, you see, Daddy, I really like Sesshoumaru, and…"
S.T.
Naraku Onigumo dismissed his daughter from his study, and turned his chair back to his desk.
Smiling, he opened the locked drawer on the bottom left of his massive desk and removed a small box, a box with a tiny treasure inside; a treasure that had been dormant for centuries. It had been passed down from his forefathers, and he opened it, rolling the tiny pink Shikon no Tama in his warm palm, watching it for any sign of life, disappointed when there was none.
He'd talked Kagura into letting him handle Sesshoumaru; whereas she wanted him fired, he persuaded her that he would be more fun if he had money to spend on her, and to let him do all the talking. She'd happily agreed and gone on her way.
He scowled. The thought of his daughters only brought back the memory of their Mother, and he preferred not to think of her. His daughters thought he spent so much time away from them because he was busy, but this was not so. He spent so much time at work because the sight of them repulsed him. They looked just like her, and if he spent too much time around either of them, he began to think homicidal thoughts, and would leave them right away, before he did something he couldn't take back.
He thought back to his daughters words about the Higurashi girls; hadn't she said the oldest one was a stripper? He wondered if she was the one.
He opened his date book and looked at the following Saturday: busy, up until six. He pencilled in Strip Joint at seven, and closed the book, taking one last look at the Shikon before he put it back in its box and locked it away. Now that the girl was of age, he would present it to her on Saturday night, and if it came to life…his years of searching for her would come to fruition. For now, he had to get back to work, or Kagura might not get her wish of Sesshoumaru falling madly in love with her, for even as Naraku reached for his car keys in the dish in the foyer, his fingers began to twitch, and itch for something sharp.
S.T.
All week at school, Kagura was as nice as pie. Kikyou began to forget about her lapse in character over the weekend, and Kagome had not brought it up since. By the time Friday night rolled around, they were as chummy as they had been the previous Friday.
After school, Kikyou asked, "You wanna come over, Kagura? Inuyasha's gonna give us a ride."
"Sure."
Inuyasha and his brothers came up the steps then, and, picking up the girls, headed out to the parking lot.
When they got home, there was a white BMW in the drive, and its plates said HT.
Inuyasha and Miroku and Kouga all were silent. Kikyou said, "Come on, Kagura, let's go."
The boys looked at each other. "What's she doing here?" Miroku asked.
"Only one way to find out," Inuyasha sighed, and got out of the car, his brothers right behind him.
S.T.
When Daichi had come home from the grocery store that day, he'd seen the car in the driveway, too. Hitomi? Why are you here? he thought, dropping everything just inside the door, and it was still there when the boys came home from school.
He'd found her sitting on the couch, the family photo album open in her hands, her eyes moist. He approached cautiously.
"Hitomi?"
She looked up, and he felt the rush; her eyes, so blue, her dark tresses shining with the black, brown, and red tints he remembered so well.
"Daichi? Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry!" she got up and hugged him, but even though he'd missed her terribly, he was still angry at her for leaving, and he refused to return her embrace until she explained herself.
Releasing him, she stood back and asked, "How are my boys? I've missed them..."
He was silent, and allowed no emotion to cross his face. She recognised this face; it was the face he put on when he was fighting a losing battle in his mind with his emotions.
"Look, will you let me explain? I didn't leave on purpose. And unfortunately, I can't stay, either. I came to warn you."
He furrowed his brow.
"Speak."
She sighed. She hadn't anticipated that he'd be happy to see her, but she thought he'd at least be civil. Well, she thought ruefully, things never turn out the way you think they will.
She led him to the couch to sit down, and folded her hands in her lap. He watched her, filing everything away to mull over after she was gone again. He wondered if she'd stay long enough to see the boys. He found himself hoping so.
"Do you know Naraku Onigumo?"
Daichi nodded, and said, "His daughter has an infatuation with our son, and tried to blackmail him last week, but we've heard nothing more since."
She sighed again. "It is beginning," she murmured, and began to fidget.
He frowned now, "What is beginning, Hitomi? What is going on?"
She looked at him with such desperation in her eyes that he felt his heart melt.
"Listen to me, Daichi. I know this sounds bizarre, but his daughter's infatuation for our son is no coincidence."
"It's not?"
"Not at all. How long has Sesshoumaru been working for him?"
"A few weeks maybe…what does that have to do with anything?"
She decided that now was as good a time as any to confess to him her reason for leaving.
"Daichi, I have to tell you the truth. The whole truth. I'm not who you think I am; I never have been, but before I go into detail I want you to know that I never stopped loving you."
He didn't react, but she knew he felt it in his heart.
"Go on."
"I work for the Government, as a spy. I was working for them before I met you. I wasn't allowed to give away my real name, so I made one up for you. I wanted so much to quit this job and actually live the life you'd created for Hitomi, but once you're in with the Feds, you never leave."
He sat in silence still, trying not to interrupt her with the billions of questions buzzing in his head.
"I was spying on Naraku Onigumo at the time, and I still am. He is dangerous, Daichi. I don't like our son working for him at all."
"Why is he dangerous? He's a businessman, not a mobster."
"He may as well be, honey. He owns the police, he's had ten people killed in the last six months alone, and he has plans for our son. And those plans will all be determined by the young woman next door tomorrow night."
He was really confused now. What did Kagome have to do with any of this?
"Kagome?"
"Yes. Miss Higurashi has been stripping at High Thighs downtown now for quite some time. Her day job is a receptionist at a Doctor's office across town. She is a perfect size six and her shoe size is eight. She is also the oldest in a family of five, her parents were killed last year, and she has the ability to bring the Shikon no Tama to life."
"Shikon no Tama? What are you talking about, Hitomi? And what is your real name, anyway? I'd like to know."
"It's Amaya, Daichi. The Shikon no Tama is a jewel that has enough power to destroy the world if it gets into the wrong hands. A spell was put on it thousands of years ago by a priestess named Midoriko, and until now has lain dormant. I know for a fact that Narku Onigumo is in possession of the jewel, and, as a direct descendent of Midoriko, and the firstborn daughter in her family, this Kagome has the power to awaken and remove the spell from the jewel. And if that happens…Naraku will rule the world."
Daichi blinked. Then, he began to laugh. Amaya's face did not change.
"Will he, now? If he has such a powerful trinket in his possession, why did he wait till now to see if she has the power?"
Amaya smoothed her white skirt and looked up at him, having gotten up off the couch at her news.
"I don't know; he has yet to contact her. I would think he would do it while she was working at the club, alone, and away from her family and friends, and then kidnap her. And she has to be eighteen."
Daichi spun around. "She turned eighteen two weeks ago!"
Amaya's face went white, "That's not good, I was hoping she had yet to come of age. Shit!"
"Why does she have to be eighteen?"
"Because Midoriko was eighteen when the spell was cast." She stood, clearly agitated. "I hope I'm not too late..."
He gripped her arms and looked into her eyes. "Too late? What is he going to do?"
She bit her lip. "It's not what, darling, that I'm worried about right now so much as when," she turned away, her heart beating faster the longer he held her there.
He was silent, thinking. After a moment, he asked, "Why, Amaya?"
She understood what he was asking of her. She sighed for the third time in ten minutes.
"Because I didn't want to put my family in danger. He found me out, Daichi, and was trying to have me killed. If he'd known about you and the boys then…I'd have never forgiven myself if anything had happened to you. I had to leave, and lead him away, for your own safety."
He frowned. "Didn't you trust me enough to tell me? I would have protected you and the boys!"
She shook her head, a look of pity settled on her face. "No, Daichi, you couldn't. The Government barely could, and they're experts at this kind of thing. I'm taking a huge risk coming to you now; that's why I came when the boys were at school, to keep the risk to a minimum."
He understood now why she had left without a word; why she had left no trace of where she was going. She was trying to keep them out of Naraku Onigumo's notice, by putting herself in the line of fire.
He pulled her close in another hug as she let him hold her, and let out his emotions. Finally, she allowed herself to hug him back; it had been so long, and she was just realising how much she missed him…he pulled away, and planted his lips on hers impulsively. She knew time was short, but any time spent with him now was precious, and would have to last her until she could see him again, which wouldn't be until after Onigumo was dead, and all his connections to her severed. She would not risk her boys again until she was sure she was in the clear.
He began to exert more pressure, until she parted her lips and let him in. He backed her into the wall, and she became lost in him; she had never been able to deny him in the past, and was no better at it now. He wanted her so badly, had missed her so much…unable to stop himself, he picked her up and carried her up to their room, and when he lay her across the bed, she looked around; everything was as she had left it. He hadn't even moved her watch from the nightstand, and pictures of the two of them and the boys were still in the same places they had been five years prior.
"You never gave up hope, did you?" she asked, smoothing his white hair behind his ear. He nuzzled her neck and murmured, "I never will, my darling Amaya."
She smiled into their kiss as he rolled them beneath the sheets, his blood on fire for her, and hers aflame with a desire five years old, and ten times stronger.
S.T.
Well, hopefully this garners more reviews, what with that nice cliffy there. I haven't abandoned you guys; I know I've been kinda slack in posting, but my friend just moved and I spend a lot of time at her place now, no parents, it's awesome! Though my rents still make me come home at eleven, even though I'm twenty-fuckin-years old! Arg! Anyway, enough of my problems, the characters have enough of those as it is! Gimme some ideas, I'm getting the block, not good!!!!