Here's another! Wow this is the second chapter I've posted today! I'm on a role!

'Blahblah': thought and sounds

"Blahblah": speech

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

Ice Cubes

Grumbling as realization set in, Sesshomaru looked to Kagome, sighing as he asked, "Would you be able to watch him? I think I dropped my keys somewhere downstairs."

Nodding, Kagome braced herself as Sesshomaru eased the drunken Naraku onto her. His heavy body rocked back and forth as Kagome took out her own set of keys, unlocking the door and leading them inside. Stumbling over to the couch, she attempted to turn around so she could flop him down on it. However, the small space between the coffee table and the sofa wouldn't allow it, and Naraku's weight soon got the better of her.

Letting out a little yelp as she fell backward onto the couch, Kagome soon found her self stuck underneath the raven haired male's heavy body.

Smiling drunkenly at Kagome, Naraku couldn't help himself as he pressed his mouth against hers, his tongue slipping past her lips as she gasped in surprise.

Knowing very well that her friend was drunk, Kagome gave a mew of protest and pushed him back, trying not to think about the kiss. Drunk or not, Naraku seemed to have a way with his mouth. "Hey, are you alright?" she inquired, her own mind returning from its drunken stupor.

Ignoring her question, Naraku said nonchalantly, "You have the most wonderful set of lips I've ever had the pleasure of kissing, did you now that?"

Sighing, she murmured, "Geez, you're drunk."

"I most certainly am not, I'm just not sober, that's all," he replied. With that, Naraku lowered his head, his face nestled comfortably between her breasts.

Rolling her eyes, Kagome pleaded, "Can you remove your head from there?"

Voice slightly muffled, Naraku shook his head and whined, "I don't wanna. So comfy…"

Knowing she was defeated, Kagome decided to change the subject, her thoughts wandering back to when Sesshomaru refused to answer her question about his brother. "Why does Sesshomaru hate Inuyasha so much?"

When she did not receive an answer, she looked down at the top of Naraku's head and called, "Naraku?"

Again she was met with silence.

"Naraku!"

Slowly he lifted his head from its resting place, his dark brows knitted together. "What?"

"I asked you why Sesshomaru hates his brother," Kagome repeated.

Shaking his head, Naraku slurred, "I think it's because of what happened to his mother."

"What happened to her?"

"She died when he was very young and, with Sesshomaru's dad always being at work, he became a little cold toward the man. A few years later, he married again, to Inuyasha's mother, and a short time later they had a baby. In Sesshomaru's eyes, it's like his father had replaced both he and his mother, and that is why he resents Inuyasha, because he got the love from Touga that Sesshomaru never did."

Kagome felt tears of sympathy welling in her eyes for the poor childhood Sesshomaru was forced to live through. No one should have to go through losing a parent. "That's terrible," she whispered.

"Yeah, but don't you dare think about pitying him. If there is one thing that man hates, its pity. If you want to know more about it you'll have to talk to him, I'm going to bed," Naraku grumbled.

Kagome chuckled a little when he simply lowered his head back to its previous spot, snuggling between her breasts. She hoped that Sesshomaru would be back soon, so that he could help her with her little predicament.

The second she finished the thought, said silver haired man walked through the door, newly recovered keys jingling in his hand.

Staring blatantly at Kagome and Naraku, Sesshomaru couldn't help but feel slightly jealous of the lucky bastard. 'What a place to pass out,' he mused as he walked over toward them. When he neared, a pair of helpless blue eyes met with his, pleading for him to lend hand. "Are you in need of assistance?"

"Oh no," Kagome bit out sarcastically, "I'm just taking a breather."

"So you won't be needing me, then," he teased and began to walk away. When he heard a grumble and the quiet whine of his name, he made his way back to the couch, leaning against the back to gaze amusedly at the tiny woman caught beneath his best friend. "What was that?"

Narrowing her eyes, Kagome grit out, "I need your help, please."

Nodding, he walked around the couch and lifted Naraku off of Kagome, simply letting him fall back onto the leather cushions once she was out of harms way. Straightening up, he followed Kagome into the hall where there rooms were located, stopping when she turned around to bid him goodnight.

Blushing in remembrance of the kiss they had nearly shared on the dance floor, Kagome chewed her lip nervously, clasping her hands together as she stared at her feet in nervousness.

Smiling down at her, Sesshomaru grasped her chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting it up until her eyes met with his. Gazing into her dazzling sapphire orbs, he lowered his lips to hers, bestowing a chaste kiss upon her lips. "Goodnight, Kagome," he whispered as he turned to go into his bedroom.

"Goodnight," she mumbled in a dazed stupor.

Closing the door to her bedroom, Kagome slipped out of her clothing and into a baggy t-shirt, discarding her bra on the floor. Sliding limply into bed, she curled up under her covers, remembering all the wonderful… and not so wonderful, people she had met that day.

It amazed her how she had grown so close to the both Naraku and Sesshomaru in such a short amount of time. It was… difficult for her to even fathom just how she felt. There was no doubt in her mind that they were both attractive, but where exactly did she stand with these boys? Did they see her as a friend or… more?

The way she felt… well… she didn't know how she felt. She was so very confused with the way she felt toward not only Naraku, but Sesshomaru as well. 'Does it make me a bad person,' she pondered, 'to like both of them?'

Deciding to stow that conversation away for another time, she went back to thinking about Sesshomaru's life, and how unfair it was that he had to suffer at such a young age.

These thoughts led to recollections of her family. Her mother, her grandpa, her brother… her father. She too had suffered the loss of a parent, her father having died when she was only four, just after Souta was born.

Shaking her head, she scolded herself, 'Stop feeling sorry for your self. That was a long time ago. Besides, look at Souta, he didn't even have a chance to meet his dad. At least I had a few years with him, as short as they were. Daddy… I miss you so much.'

A lone tear crept down her cheek as she remembered what a kind and loving man Rumiko Higurashi had been. How he would always check for monsters under her bed before she went to sleep, how he would take her to the park and push her on the swings… how he always used to tell her how much he loved her every single night.

Wiping the tear away, she reminded herself, 'That was fifteen years ago, Kagome. He wouldn't want you to be sad. He always told you to keep your chin up, remember? So be grateful for all of the wonderful times you shared and stop crying.'

Sighing, she buried her face in the soft cushion of her pillow, willing away the painful memories of her deceased father.

Waking up with a start when a loud 'BAM' jarred her from sleep, Kagome groggily got out of bed and opened her door, looking down the hall into the living room.

At that same moment, Sesshomaru poked his head out of his own door. Kagome grumped when she saw that his hair, long as it was, was practically perfect. She looked at a few of the tangled strands of her own hair, growling quietly.

Shrugging, she stepped out into the hallway, Sesshomaru following behind her. It did not take them long to find the source of the noise. Instead of sprawled across the couch as he had been when they last saw him, Naraku was lying on the floor in between the sofa and the coffee table, clutching his head.

"Damn coffee table," he hissed, making it clear to his audience just what had happened.

Shaking her head, Kagome leaned on the couch and yawned a little good morning before asking, "So… you got a hangover?"

Groaning, Naraku sat up slowly, crawling back onto the couch and mumbling, "I can't hear you over the pounding in my head."

"I'll take that as a 'yes'," Kagome snickered, heading to the kitchen to make her self a light breakfast.

Upon opening the fridge, she blanched at what she found. Something that looked like it may have, at one time, been a loaf of bread sat on the top shelf. Grimacing as she averted her eyes, Kagome then discovered something that looked like it could have been a pork chop, before it had started decomposing of course. With nothing in the vegetable crisper, the fridge was frightfully bare; the only good things in it were the milk and a few bottles of beer. Sneaking a peak in the freezer, she found about five pizzas and three frozen dinners. Shaking her head, she turned then to the cupboards, which looked as though they hadn't seen the light of day in ages. Cobwebs were hanging from pots, dust clinging to pans in a thick blanket.

Sighing, Kagome grumbled, "When was the last time you two went shopping?"

Popping a Tylenol, Naraku scoffed, "We're men, we don't go shopping."

Smirking evilly, Kagome looked first at Naraku and then Sesshomaru, advancing on them slightly.

The pair of dazed males looked nervously at one another, not sure they liked the look Kagome had in her eyes. The tiny, raven haired girl continued to approach, stopping only once she had reached the table where she plucked her keys from the surface.

Throwing a hand in the air, index finger extended, she cheered, "To the supermarket!"

Grumbling yet again, Sesshomaru looked around lazily, eyeing the different types of produce. He did agree it was high time they went and got groceries but… did she have to make them come along? Looking at said woman, he rolled his eyes as he spotted her skipping merrily down the isle in front of him, cart half full of food. How could anyone enjoy grocery shopping? It was beyond him.

Glancing at his watch, he realized he only had a few hours before he had to go to work. Turning to his right to inform Naraku of this, he paused in mid sentence when he found that the ebony haired male he was searching for was no where to be seen. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Naraku sneaking up to Kagome, a devious smirk on his face.

"Ahh!"

The entire store fell silent as all eyes were set upon Kagome. Blushing like mad, she apologized and looked to the floor, reaching behind her to shake out the piece of ice that was now sliding down her back. Once it was successfully removed, she whirled around to glare at the guilty party.

Naraku grinned triumphantly as the little woman stared at him with playful contempt. When she marched up to him, he stood completely still, lifting his tall form up to its full potential and looking down his nose at her.

"You…" Kagome's words trailed off as she wagged a finger in his face. Leaving him to ponder what exactly that 'You' could have meant, she returned to her cart, a plan formulating in her vengeful mind.

Sighing as he strolled aimlessly through the meat section, Naraku slid his hands into his pockets, humming a tune to him self. Noticing a flash of rouge, he turned to find Kagome, in her dark red sundress, approaching him. "Are you finished yet?" he asked.

Instead of answering, she simply continued to walk toward him, wearing an odd smirk. Naraku couldn't help but notice just how rhythmically her hips were swaying, nor did he fail to notice the way she parted her full, plump lips as she approached him. His excitement rose as she stopped directly in front of him, placing her hands on his chest as she leaned up toward him. Slowly, her hands trailed down his torso, stopping when they reached the waistband of his pants.

"Naraku…"

The way she purred his name made him hard almost instantly, and he found himself practically moaning the word, "Yes?"

Her lips hovered mere inches from his, stopping just before they touched. Her hand was slowly making its way past the waistline of his jeans and he actually did moan, though it was almost inaudible. Her lips, however, never made contact with his, but traveled up his cheek to rest beside his ear.

"Gotcha."

Eyes going wide, he shot backward as a freezing cold sensation became present inside of his pants.

"Shit!" he cursed as he shook the offending ice cube from his pant leg. When he shot Kagome a fiery glare, he found her to be giggling her brains out, holding her stomach to stop the shaking of her sides.

Charging her, he grabbed her and, once again, lifted her over his shoulder. Jogging over to the cart, he plopped her down in it, on top of all the other items, and pushed it toward the front counter. 'Well,' he grumbled to himself, 'at least you won't have to worry about walking around with a hard on.'

"Hey," Kagome whined indignantly, trying her best to keep her dress from riding up, "you let me out this instant."

"No," was all Naraku said in reply.

It was then that Sesshomaru rejoined the group from his own wander. Lifting an amused eyebrow, he inquired, "What, exactly, are you doing?"

Naraku shrugged, retorting nonchalantly, "Making sure little Kagome doesn't get lost. It's a big supermarket, after all, and the little thing can't seem to behave her self."

"Excuse me," Kagome squeaked, "I'm no child!"

Snickering, Naraku shot back, "No, you're a demon."

Shaking her head, Kagome claimed, "Nu-uh, I'm an angel."

"Is that so?" Naraku inquired while eying a piece of vanilla cake that was sitting on a sample table. Reaching over, he grabbed it and smeared it across Kagome's nose and cheeks. "Well… now you're angel food cake."

"Oh, that was so cheesy, Naraku," Kagome grumbled as she wiped white icing from her face.

As they approached the front, the customers in line stared openly as two young men pulled up into till three with a pretty young woman sitting in their cart.

Placing all of the items on the counter, Naraku lifted Kagome up and set her there as well.

Rubbing the bridge of his nose as he watched his friend search Kagome over for something, Sesshomaru asked, "Naraku, what are you looking for?"

"A price tag, I can't find one," he responded, his voice completely unwavering as he continued to search, lifting both her feet as if checking the soles of her shoes.

Sighing, he turned to the clerk, who was giving him a startled look, and asked innocently, "Would I be able to get a price check?"

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