Oh my God, you guys, I did it again, I'm sooo sorry! Life's just been so... blah, lately. I had a bit of a block, and I just got passed over for promotion at work twice! Arg! I hate the old folk's home. I want in at the hospital so badly... anyway, I will forgive any flames, but hope to make up for my tardiness by giving you an extra-long chapter, most of which I wrote today, so, please overlook my lateness, and enjoy, because there's a little lemony goodness happening here... though, I dunno how many will think the recipients of such goodness are really deserving, lol!
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AldreaHart - Bad girl! Oh well. College sucks. I wouldn't know personally, but my friends tell me it does. I dunno. Hope this satifies ya!
jennie - My great friend! You will get what you need! An update, that is. I was lucky, I never got the old people flu! Woot! Kanna is still kickin, but you are correct, Kagura's love life is about to shape up! In the next chapter, hopefully, lol! Stick 4 u??
Mystical Hanyou - Lol, he was pretty mean, wasn't he, that asshole!! You'll have to read and find out just what our evil villainess is up to!! Muahahaha!
Stercoom Akeedite - Good to know, Bill!! I have no idea what you were talking about after that!!
cookiemonsterks - Aww, you love my story! Well, yer gonna hate me, cuz she doesn't die yet, oops! Lol, she will eventually. She has to! She's evil. There's no reforming a girl like her. Baaaad to the bonnnne!!!
Sweet Temptation
Kaede drove to the Higurashi's. Just as she pulled into the driveway, a horde of teenagers were making their way next door, Kagura's best friend Kikyou among them.
Pausing, Kikyou came to the driver's side door and opened it for Kaede when she had turned the engine off, helping her out.
"Kaede! What are you doing here?" Kikyou's question sounded funny to her own ears, and everyone looked at each other, asking with their eyes, Where has she been?
"I'm looking for Kagura, child. It has come to my attention that Kanna may not be what she seems. I need to speak with her."
"Well, she's sleeping right now. Perhaps you'll learn more if you come with us?" she used her head to indicate her family behind her.
"Alright, child. At this point, I'm ready to hear whatever it is you might have to tell me."
Nodding, Kikyou lead the way through the front door of the Taisho's.
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Kagome rolled over, and felt nothing but air under her, and jumped, but it was too late; she was already on the floor.
"Ouch!"
Sesshoumaru looked in on her from the kitchen and began to laugh as he came over to help her up. The sight of her rubbing her backside was most comical.
"You know, I think we should have gone home last night. Our siblings are all streaming from our house this morning." He moved to the window, to observe the crossing between houses.
Kagome snorted. "As if we could stop them. They know where the condoms are."
Sesshoumaru raised a brow but didn't comment. He could care less what his brothers were doing as long as he was getting what he was entitled to.
"Don't give me that look," she said, glaring. Her pride was still wounded.
He made a mock face of shock. "Me? Give you a look?" He came close, and burrowed into her thick mane of hair, and slid a hand over their growing baby. "I can do much better than that, sweetness."
She stood there and took his fondling, a smile growing on her lips. She wouldn't push him away, but she'd be damned if she returned the gestures.
"I'm sure you can. Who is that?"
Sesshoumaru turned around, but did not step away as they all came through the door, Kikyou leading and elderly woman by the hand.
Kagome pushed her hair out of her face and moved forward to greet her guest, but Kikyou beat her to the punch.
"Kagome, this is Kaede. She's Kagura's guardian."
Kagome shook Kaede's hand warmly, saying, "Good morning Kaede. Welcome to my husband's parent's home."
What a mouthful, Kagome thought, smiling.
"Good morning, Miss Higurashi, and thank you."
"Please, call me Kagome."
Looking around Kaede, Kagome said, "Take your shoes off, guys, and come have some breakfast."
Inuyasha barged his way through the crowded doorway, the mention of food spurring him. "Out of the way, people, hungry man coming through!"
The rest mumbled, still full from before their arrival.
Daichi stumbled down the stairs then, wearing only his jeans and covering his eyes, his hair standing up in every direction.
"What time is it? And why is it so loud in here? Where's my wife??"
Amaya came around the corner, hearing her name. "Yes, dear? What's the matter?"
Everyone watched with amusement as he lurched toward her and crushed her in a bone-crushing hug. "I'm soo hungover!"
She laughed. "That's what happens when you play drinking games with your son, sweetheart. You know Sesshoumaru can hold his beer better than you can."
Sesshoumaru slapped his Father on the back, making him wince more at the noise than the pain. "Yeah, Dad. You should know better than to play out of your league."
All he got was a glare and a growl before Daichi walked into the kitchen, dragging his wife with him. Crustily he demanded, "Coffee!"
She extracted herself from him and raised a brow in anticipation. A full minute passed before he grumbled, "Please."
"That's better," she said, setting a cup before him, watching him throw it back and ask for more. Black coffee, she thought, cringing. Gross.
Kagome shut her mouth (Daichi had a supreme set of abs) and showed Kaede to a comfortable armchair facing the rest of the furniture. Making themselves comfortable, the two families once again convened in the Taisho living room to discuss their situation.
Kaede began, directing her questions to Kikyou. "Child, tell me what you know."
Kikyou drew in air through her nose, and Kagome asked, "Kikyou? Did something happen at the dance?"
Sango interjected, "You don't know the half of it, Sister."
Giving her an impatient glance, she returned her attention to Kikyou.
"Well, Sango's right. A lot has happened since yesterday. And none of it good for Kagura. Well, maybe a little. But not much."
Kaede leaned forward, waiting. Kagome waved her hand. Keep going…
"When we got to the dance last night, we saw Kanna there, and she wasn't alone."
Kaede interjected here. "She was? She told me yesterday on the phone that she was home so early because of a stomach ache. She mentioned no dance.
"I think there's a lot Kanna hasn't been telling you," Miroku commented from his perch behind Sango on the couch.
Kikyou kept going. "We tried calling Kagura's cell, but we got no answer, so we followed Kanna into the dance to confront her, but we lost her in the dark for a while. Then, Kagura showed up. Oh, Kagome," Kikyou put her hand to her mouth, and they all began to shake their heads in disgust.
"Kikyou, what? Tell us!" Kagome pleaded, holding her trembling sister in her arms. Kikyou sniffed, and wiped her nose on a tissue Kouga handed to her.
"Kagura had been badly beaten. As if a broken hand wasn't enough-"
"Kagura's hand is broken?" Kaede demanded, jumping up from her chair.
"It is. She got that two days ago, though. Last night, she showed up with a pair of black eyes, a bloody lump on her temple, and scratches all up her forearms. Her face was purple!"
Kaede sat back down, a hand over her heart. "Who did this?"
Kikyou turned to look the elderly woman in the eye, and she said in a voice that brooked no argument, "Kanna did."
"Kanna?" Kaede couldn't believe Kanna would do such things to her only sister. She knew there had been some animosity between them, but for things to have gone this far right under her nose… she regretted very much leaving them alone together these last two weeks.
"Where is Kagura?"
"She's in my bed, sleeping. I think we should wait for her to wake up, because we have another problem. Kagome, Kanna's after the Jewel!"
"I know, you said that yesterday."
"She was in your house last night, looking for it," Inuyasha said, filling the gap between Shippo and Kouga on the couch, stuffing the last bite of his pop-tart in his mouth.
Kagome's face went white. "Did she take anything?"
"Not that we know of. But she did leave rhinestones from her shoes all over, which was how we figured it out. Where were you last night?" Kikyou asked.
"We were here, Mom and Dad threw us a small party, with the neighbours." Sesshoumaru supplied, wrapping an arm around Kagome.
"I think it's time." Everyone looked to Amaya, who stood in the kitchen doorway, listening to the whole conversation.
"Time for what, Mom?" Kouga asked.
"Time to take care of Kanna." Kaede said, her voice like sandpaper. Getting up, she asked, "May I see Kagura for a moment?"
Kikyou nodded. "I'll take you."
They all watched her and Kaede leave, then stared at each other. Kagome fisted her hands, a hard look on her face. "It's like Naraku all over again," she said, her hand over her heart.
Sesshoumaru squeezed her reassuringly, and whispered, "I'll take care of you."
She smiled. "I know you will."
Inuyasha sat back, wondering what would become of Kanna. That bitch should be committed, he thought, flicking crumbs from his shirt, much to his Mother's consternation.
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Kagura rolled over, her hand suddenly warm. Opening her eyes, she looked into Kaede's horrified face through swollen eyes. "Kaede?"
"Kagura! What has she done to you? Oh, darling, I'm so sorry I left her with you…" Kaede pulled Kagura up off the sheet and folded her in her arms, and Kagura clung to her like a desperate child, letting her tears flow again.
Kikyou watched the pair in silence. She wondered if Kaede could really match Kanna on her own, since Kagura was badly injured. Kaede picked up her plastered and bolted hand and sighed, pulling Kagura's head to her breast and rubbing her forehead, murmuring over and over how sorry she was. Kikyou felt tears prick her own eyes and quickly blinked them away.
"Kaede, what are we going to do? She's unstoppable! She wants the Sacred Jewel, just like Father did!"
"I know, child, and I think that if we cannot stop her, young Kagome is more than capable of defending herself. She defeated your Father, didn't she?"
Kikyou nodded to herself. So she had. She sometimes forgot just how powerful Kagome really was.
"What are you going to do with her, Kaede?"
"I'm going to have her committed. She should not be around other people, to my way of thinking. My poor Kagura." She stroked Kagura's purple face gently, eliciting a small wince from the injured girl.
"Stay here for now. Don't come home. I'll take care of Kanna. Don't you worry, child." Kissing Kagura's split temple, Kaede removed herself from the bedding and left the room, giving Kagura one last glance.
Kikyou whispered, "Go back to sleep," and Kagura fell back, exhausted still from the emotional strain of the last couple days.
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Kanna awoke alone, and stripped off her red dress, the wrinkles in the fine material of no consequence to her. She'd never wear it again anyway.
Putting on a silk kimono house-coat, she threw her hair into a messy ponytail and, grasping the little black book, went down to the kitchen to find something to eat.
A note on the fridge momentarily caught her interest:
Kanna, went out. Kaede.
Shrugging, she drank straight from the orange juice carton and popped two pieces of bread into the toaster, getting out the peanut butter and jam while she waited.
Setting the book on the table, she made her breakfast and then sat down, opening it with one hand and eating with the other.
Interesting, she thought, coming to a footnote in her Father's spidery script that read, Sacred Jewel reacts when the Protector calls out it's name.
Protector? He must mean Kagome. She flipped the page; the writing ended abruptly half-way down.
According to legend, the Protector will absorb the Sacred Jewel into her heart and guard it for the remainder of her life. When she dies, it will cease to exist, until the next reincarnation is born. The Jewel should only be used for good, but if it falls into evil hands, it will enter a dormant state to avoid corruption. Only by the Protector calling out it's name, Shikon No Tama, can one hope to awaken it's power and corrupt it for himself.
Very interesting, she thought, a slow smile spreading across her face. So that's where you're hiding it…
Flipping the book shut, she tucked it into the sleeve of her kimono and finished her breakfast, went upstairs, showered, dressed, and grabbed her purse.
It was a wonderful day to go shopping.
Her feet barely touched the ground as she made her way into downtown Tokyo, in a "borrowed" pair of six-inchers, of course. Just like a horse, good shoes had to be broken in by a new owner.
Taking the silver case from her purse, she walked through the crowded streets unseeing as she stared at the initials on the cover of the case, no emotion for her dead father surfacing. She even tried to rouse it, but it could not be done; she was glad he was gone, and could muster no love for his memory.
Opening it once more, she spied an empty bench and sat down, carefully removing the journal and looking for the business card she'd seen underneath. It was still there, strapped inside with a small strip of black Velcro, and, slipping it out, she turned it over and read the one line of script that decorated the back: Mouso's Army Surplus, 500 Matsuteki Ave., Tokyo.
She looked up at the street sign over her head. She was sitting where Matsuteki met Osaska street, and could see her destination from here.
Smiling, she stuffed the case back into her purse and, waiting for the crosswalk sign, made her way amongst a sea of people to the Army Surplus Store.
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Mouso Tatsumi sat alone in his store, polishing gun parts in a semi-darkness that suited his mood. His store was dingy, and not very many classy people came here; most of his customers were of the seedy persuasion, as was he himself.
A mediocre man his whole life, he'd taken his childhood fascination with weapons and earned a small but tidy living shipping, receiving, and selling guns no longer in use by the Army. Japan's reserves seemed almost a thing of the past now, though they still existed, and always would. No country was dumb enough to abandon their first line of defence, even in peaceful times, always reluctant to pull out the big guns until it was absolutely necessary.
His scowl darkened as he thought of Hiroshima in the forties and the H-bomb. The Americans had had no qualms about their big guns.
The bell on the door jingled and shut with a snap. He did not look up, but continued to meticulously clean the barrel of a twelve-gauge shotgun with a dirty white cloth.
The sound of several clicks around the store brought him out of his reverie. He was at the back, and could see the door from where he sat, but whoever had come in was too short to be seen as they meandered through the aisles, the tall shelves hiding them from his view. He'd have to either go find his customer or wait till she appeared. He felt safe in assuming it was female; no man he knew wore shoes that made that much noise.
Sure enough, a short woman came out from the last aisle at the other side of the store, her long white hair and black eyes shining in the cheap, fluorescent lights that hung over her head.
His jaw dropped open momentarily at the sight of her. She was young, beautiful, and painfully familiar. He could not remember ever having seen her, but there was something about her sharp black eyes that pierced his soul, speared it, and put him at her mercy.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts as she strolled toward him, her short skirt belying the intense look on her face. Her full lips held no smile for him, but were shaped into a sultry pout. She knows what she wants, he thought before he remembered to smile.
"Afternoon, sweetheart. Looking for anything in particular?" He poured it on thick; after all, it wasn't often someone as classy as she graced his dank little corner of the world.
She smiled back, resting her arms on the counter, and leaned forward, her cleavage spilling forth from a black, skin-tight shirt cut off just below her rib-cage, just high enough to set his blood to racing.
The speed with which she lashed out and slapped the grin off his face astonished him; when he looked at her after, she appeared to have moved not at all, but stood by while his mind tricked him into thinking that she'd struck him.
Rubbing his face, he watched her carefully as she spoke, inspecting her claw-like fingernails before speaking to his face.
"Don't call me sweetheart. If you have any brains in that greasy, uneducated head of yours, you'll keep your distance. Unlike other women, I really do bite."
Glaring, he dropped his hand and muttered, "What do you want?"
She leaned forward again, and he could not stop his eyes from straying southward again, until she hissed, "My face is up here, asshole," and continued after she was looking directly into his eyes and it stayed that way, "I need a handgun. Semi-automatic. Got anything in white?"
He quirked a brow. "White? Lady, guns are black. You can't personalize them, unless you got dough. Then, maybe I can paint one for you. Custom, like you want."
She smiled again, this time showing perfect white teeth. Suddenly he felt like he was alone with a lioness, and was about to be eaten.
Laughing, her land lashed out again and snatched his neck, her nails digging into his skin like daggers. Howling, she yanked his face close to hers, ignoring his putrid breath. "White. I want a white gun. Do not make me ask you again."
He nodded, and she released him. He sucked air back into his throat lustily, greedily. This dame was lethal! He decided not to give her any more opportunities to touch him.
"Sure. White it is." Then, he made his third mistake. "ID, please."
Kanna wasn't sure if this man was dense, stupid, or ignorant; she decided on all three. He sure seemed to like digging himself in deeper. Her eyes flashed murder as she delicately reached into her purse, pulled out the cigarette case, and whipped it at his head, grazing him as he tried to dodge the silver missile.
Picking up the case, he looked at it, memories flooding over him as the initials N.O. danced before his eyes. Naraku!
How had this hot bitch gotten his cigarette case? Onigumo never mentioned anyone in his personal life, except his bitch wife. He'd sold Naraku the gun he'd used to kill her. Smiling, he said, "Where'd you get this, darling?"
Kanna snarled, "What's it to you? Give it back. I won't ask again."
He laughed then, and stuffed it down his shirt. His blood began to pump again as her face grew red from anger. She really was a spitfire! He became more attracted to her as the minutes flew past. Fleetingly he wondered how old she was, and prayed she was at least eighteen.
"Come on, honey, I won't return this until you tell me. I can wait all day."
Kanna fumed. Did this asshole warrant an explanation into her personal life? If she'd known this man was going to be so difficult, not to mention dirty, unprofessional, skeezy… the list went on, she'd never have come here in the first place, but would have thought of an alternative means of obtaining a weapon.
Giving in, she smiled gracelessly. "It was my Father's, you arrogant prick."
Mouso almost gasped. That's why she seemed familiar! In her eyes was the same cool emotionlessness that Naraku had had. They were two of kind, to be sure. Her ruthlessness alone was evidence of that.
Chuckling, he tossed it back her, and she snatched it from the air with one slim hand, jamming it hastily into her black leather purse.
"So he was. He never told me he had a kid."
"Did you ever care to ask?" she returned, her eyes narrowing. He laughed again.
"Got me there, babe."
She turned a lip up at his persistence in calling her pet names, but she let it go for now, feeling more in control now that she had the journal back in her possession.
"About my request. White. And an extra magazine. I assume it will come fully loaded?"
"It will." He stared at her a moment longer, seeing Naraku in her every expression. "You're his spitting image, girlie. And from what I've seen, you act like him, too. How is the old son-of-a-bitch, anyway?"
Kanna slung her bag over her shoulder. "Don't you read the paper? He's dead, idiot. I'll be back in three hours." Turning on her heel, she began to walk away, and he admired how her tight jeans hugged her ass when he blurted, "How old are you?"
She stopped, and turned, a smirk on her beautiful face. Fire should be fought with fire, she thought, and you are about to get burned.
"How old do you think I am?" she asked him, slowly sauntering back to him.
"Oh, I don't know… twenty-one?"
She laughed seductively, and he smiled. "You're a good guesser. Are you sure you didn't know that my Father had daughters?"
The plural of her last word caught his attention, and his smile grew.
"Daughters? There's more than just you?"
She nodded.
"That old bastard, he never told me anything, especially about his beautiful girls." He reached out and stroked Kanna's chin. He felt very optimistic about her; she seemed to be warming up to him quite nicely. "Where were you going to go for three hours?"
She shrugged. "Shopping."
He let go of her face and said, "Wait." Then, he disappeared into his office.
Kanna giggled to herself. This schmuck actually believed she was twenty-one? What a dumbass.
She pulled out a compact from her purse and looked into the tiny mirror. She would give him what she could plainly see he wanted from her, if it meant getting her gun. When she had it, she would tell him her real age, and keep his loyalty and silence by threatening to expose him for having sex with a minor. He do time then, and she could go on her way, hopefully with the Sacred Jewel safe in her hands.
He returned a moment later, saying, "I ordered it, and my buddy over in the Reserve office is going to send it by Express Delivery. It'll be here by three."
"Excellent," she purred, coming around the back of the counter, stopping when she'd brought her slim body flush with his surprisingly well-muscled one.
He placed an arm around her neck, and brought his lips crushing down on hers, his tongue forcing her mouth open so he could explore its warm depths. She gave as good as she got, raking his back with her nails and entwining a leg around one of his own, grabbing his free hand with hers and bringing it to her breast, which he squeezed cruelly.
Releasing her, he ran to the door and flipped the Open sign to Closed, then, coming back to her, he grabbed her hand and dragged her into the office, throwing her across his desk and slamming the door behind him.
Papers and pens and the telephone went sliding to the floor as he climbed on top of her, pulling eagerly at her shirt and trying to unzip her jeans at the same time. He'd never been real fond of that dick, Naraku, and it gave him supreme satisfaction that he would soon fuck that asshole's daughter, be he dead or no; the satisfaction would still be the same.
Kanna pretended that the man grunting and sweating on top of her and groping her breasts was Juuromaru, hot with his burning lust to have her body. She figured that the loser jamming his tongue down her throat would be none the wiser, since he knew nothing about her except her parentage. A fuck's a fuck, she figured, no matter who it was from.
He pinned her arms over her head, pulling up her shirt to expose her creamy white skin to his gaze, the temperature of the cool room evident at the wave of goose bumps rippling over her smooth, hot skin.
Kanna watched his eyes as he took in her breasts, heaving with her efforts to breath while he was pinning her, and saw him lick his lips. In her mind's eye, the greasy brown hair that hung above her was lilac-coloured, and straight, not greasy and wavy. The eyes that devoured her were not green but an intense blue, and the hands that pulled her jeans over her narrow hips were not rough and calloused, but smooth and large. She closed her eyes and let her fantasy play out in her head as Mouso had his way with her, his thoughts of retaliation against his ruthless benefactor replaced by his mounting lust as he pumped the perfect porcelain beauty beneath him, grinning with satisfaction every time she cried out with pleasure.
For the next three hours they laid in his office, panting, sweating, and giving to each other nothing more than their bodies, for she was lost in her own fantasy world and he was too busy getting what he could from her while it lasted.
He never saw her grip the letter opener in her small hand as she let him lead her into her seventh orgasm, and as she shuddered with satisfaction on her way down from her peak, she drove its sharp tip into his neck, his warm blood covering her hand and trickling down her arm like warm water.
He gasped, and tightened his grip on her hips, but soon, his eyes rolled back, he gurgled his last ragged breath, and he collapsed on her, his sweaty body sliding to the floor as she shoved it off.
On second thought, I don't have time to ruin your life, Mouso, she thought, taking a nearby cloth and cleaning his blood from her skin. Your death serves my purposes much better.
Dressing, she opened the office door and found a box sitting on the countertop before her, its stickers indicating it was an express delivery.
Grinning, she ripped it open, and held her gun, smooth and white in the light above her.
Tucking it into her purse, she exited the store, walking with no hurry downtown. Her efforts deserved a reward; she'd managed to get what she wanted and not pay a cent for it. Awesome!
Kanna had no idea how much like her Father she had become, even down to his cheapness. The man she hated was the woman she had become, but she couldn't see it, was blind to her own true self. She knew she was mean, sure, and that most people had a problem killing another human being, but she tended to forget her crimes once committed, so happy in the fact that she'd gotten away with murder, this time in every sense of the word.
She walked into an ice cream shop and ordered herself a smoothie, strawberry-banana, and sat outside sipping it in the sun, planning what she was going to do to get that Jewel, and what she would do with it once she had it.
A handsome young man sat down next to her, and she chatted with him until he left, nonplussed by his overly-interested conversation. She loved matching wits with men; she invariably always had the upper hand.
Night fell, but she didn't want to go home. She wandered until she found a nightclub that let her in despite her age, and danced all night.
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Sorry about any mistakes, guys, I gotta run to work (again) so this was kinda rushed. Hope you enjoyed, and I can't wait to hear from ya's! Love ya!