Sorry about the cliffhanger…not really! Muahahahaha!! So who was at the door? Read on to find out. By the way, thank you guys for all the good reviews! I might even put a little plot twist in here to make it interesting, so please R&R!

Sesshoumaru looked at the visitor with frustration. Not sure what to do, Kagura turned, trying to hide her face. Then, an all too familiar, and somewhat shrewd, voice spoke up.

"Hey, tell your dad I can't baby-sit tomorrow. My mother-" She stopped when she noticed Kagura. "I can't believe it; a woman in your house?! I haven't been this shocked since the time I saw you playin' dress-up with that brat! So, what's the name?" she gestured to Kagura.

Out of all the places in the world, why'd she have to see me here? I'll never live this one down. Placing a fake smile on her face, she turned to look at her friend.

"Damn small world, huh Tsubaki?" she said nonchalantly, raising a hand.

The guest seemed baffled. She never remembered Kagura mentioning anything about a man. Out of all the people in the world, Tsubaki would have never guessed that her best friend would be at her boss's son's house. The only person she had seen him enjoy being around was that little brat, Rin. She considered many different solutions in her mind, but declined them all. It made no sense. Tsubaki had nothing to say. Even though she would usually bombard Kagura with questions, the look on her friend's face told her that it could wait.

"Well, it's good seein' you in some cute clothes. Shows off your figure," she said, winking.

"Thanks," she answered. Somehow Tsubaki knew that the compliment to her dress hadn't been what she acknowledged.

Sesshoumaru motioned for Tsubaki to come in, his face as plain as ever. He wouldn't show emotion if I shoved a tree up his ass! But nevermind him, now's a good time to ask Tsubaki if I can stay with her after her mom leaves. Kagura sat on the leather couch, beckoning for her friend to join her.

"I take it you two know each other," Sesshoumaru said, intending to enter the kitchen.

"Get us somethin' to drink, will ya?" Tsubaki asked, waving her hand.

He narrowed his eyes to show his disapproval of being told what to do. Nonetheless, he continued to the kitchen. While Sesshoumaru was out of earshot, Kagura decided she would tell Tsubaki about her strange story of fate, (if that's what you wanna call it). She seemed to listen with full attention as Kagura spoke. By the time she was finished, Tsubaki was staring at her with wide eyes and an open mouth. She snapped out of her daze, apparently wanting to ask her share of questions.

"Did he really have labels on all the cabinets?" she asked, raising a hand to her cheek.

Kagura had expected her to demand an explanation as to why she had trusted a complete stranger to take her in, especially since this particular stranger happened to be a man. She was shocked by Tsubaki's lack of protest to the whole ordeal. In another sense, she was happy that her best friend wasn't rejecting her decisions. Sesshoumaru came out, holding two glasses filled with what seemed to be wine. They took them without acknowledging his presence. He seemed displeased by their unappreciative attitude, but decided to join them anyway. Kagura looked up to see him sitting in the chair across from them, but quickly tore her eyes away. For some reason, she felt embarrassed whenever she looked at him. Ugh, is this bastard just gonna sit there and listen to us? It's not like Mr. 'Social' will try to associate with anything other than a book. Contradicting her thoughts, Sesshoumaru decided to ask an important question.

"Since you are seemingly close to this woman, would it be possible for you to stay with her?" Kagura was surprised that he had been so blunt, much less speak at all.

That son of a bitch! It's not as if I want to stay here, but he doesn't have to blurt shit out like that! He acts like I'm a bother to him, when he's the one who insisted that I stay! Well, maybe I will go. He's just another flower petal in the wind. Impossible to ignore, but easy to forget. He looked at her with an unreadable expression. She turned to Tsubaki, who had an apologetic look in her eyes.

"Well, my mom's decided to stay for a few months, and I've only got one bedroom in my apartment. I would love havin' you at my place but there's just no room right now. I'm really sorry," she said.

"Don't sweat it. I'll be fine as long as Naraku doesn't know where I am."

Tsubaki figured that her mother would throw a fit if she stayed out for too long, so she cut the visit short. Kagura followed her to the door as they said their goodbyes. With one last apology, Tsubaki was gone. I guess he doesn't want me here, after all. It's not as if it matters to me. It wasn't exactly my choice to come here in the first place. Kagura was still angry so she decided to go upstairs. Sesshoumaru watched her leave, noticing the strange look on her face. He couldn't place whether it was disappointment or sorrow. After a moment of contemplation, he decided that she must be upset for the rejection of her friend. He, however, had not been able to tear his mind away from that morning's occurrence.

(Sesshoumaru's P.O.V)

What would've happened if we hadn't been interrupted? More importantly, why was I letting it happen? Many women have tried to kiss me before, but I had been quick to stop them. This arrogant woman can't be any different from all the others. Well, it doesn't matter. Her actions are not something I should have concern for. She is a stranger, after all. A stranger with no interest in men. An attractive stranger…

Meanwhile, Kagura was lying on the bed with her face in a pillow. Her own thoughts had consumed her consciousness, as well. Apparently, she hadn't stopped thinking about the morning's strange events either.

(Kagura's P.O.V)

Stupid jerk! I was gonna ask Tsubaki eventually, but he had to ruin it. I might've convinced her to change her mind if that bastard hadn't said anything! Am I really just a waste of his time? And I went through all that trouble making breakfast. We even, that is, he tried to…no. He's such a wet towel. George Bush would pull the troops out before Sesshoumaru kissed a woman. Then again, he is pretty handsome. I'll bet a lot of chicks have put the moves on him. He's probably had tons of girlfriends, too. I feel like such a fool. To think that he'd try to kiss me, it's ridiculous. Although, he can't be a day over twenty-five, (when hormones are at their best), and he hasn't even tried to grab my ass. Wait! What if he's…gay?!

Kagura laughed to herself at the thought. After a while, she found that she couldn't stop laughing. She had never been this amused. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she had laughed this much. She figured that her pent up frustrations had chosen a new way to relieve themselves. Or, it could just be the alcohol. Either way, it felt good to let out her emotions somehow. It was definitely more enjoyable than crying.

Downstairs, Sesshoumaru was trying to ignore the booming laughter that was illuminating from his bedroom. Every time it seemed to die down a bit, he would continue to his book, only to be startled by another high-pitched wail. It was unbearable. He slammed down his book and charged up the stairs.

Kagura heard footsteps coming toward her. It's probably 'tight ass' coming to tell me to shut up so he can finish making love to his novel. She turned to see him standing in the doorway, narrowing his eyes at her. Thinking about him had been enough to enthrall her laughter, but seeing him was a whole different story. She closed her eyes and covered her mouth, trying to muffle her voice.

"Is that necessary?" he asked, taking a step into the room.

"Go…away! I'm gonna…bust!" she exclaimed in-between spurts of laughter.

Sesshoumaru continued towards her until they were within reaching distance of each other. He was curious as to what had caused her sudden amusement of him. After watching her many failed attempts at standing up, (she had somehow ended up on the floor), he reached out to help her. She quickly took his hand and pulled herself up, only to fall again. He sighed, aggravated at her continuous laughing. It was almost amusing to him, watching her try to stand. He found himself fighting back a small smile. Unfortunately, she noticed this and started to cackle even louder.

"Damn it…just help me…get up!" She began to talk through her laughs again.

Rolling his eyes, he bent down and put each of his hands under her arms. He had successfully pulled her into a standing position. Suddenly, she was falling on top of him and he closed his eyes. When he opened them, he was lying underneath her shaking body. They had fallen onto the bed. She clenched his shirt with both hands and buried her face into his chest. Her intentions had been to muffle her wails, and eventually surpress them. After a long while of gut-wrenching laughter, she regained control. Wiping her eyes on his shirt, she looked up to see his face. She figured he would be wearing that same nervous look as this morning. To her surprise, he was fast asleep! How did he fall asleep through all that? What a jerk.

Kagura felt relieved from her sudden laughing fit and a little tired, as well. I'll just close my eyes for a minute… She laid her head back down and closed her watery eyes. An instant later, her eyes flew open. She could feel a bulge that was continuously growing against her lower stomach. She quickly raised her head to look at him again. But, he's asleep! Her eyes widened when she saw his mouth moving.

"Kagura…" he mumbled in his sleep.

To her, it was completely horrifying. He's havin' dirty dreams about me?! I knew he couldn't be gay!

"You pervert!" she screamed in his face.

He sat up with a start, making the two bump heads with extreme force. Only to add to the throbbing pain in his forehead, he felt a hand come in contact with his right cheek. Now he had a headache and one whole side of his face was tingling in pain. He looked up to the culprit of his discomfort. One of her hands was vigorously rubbing her forehead and the other was preparing to slap him again. He quickly grabbed her wrist, wondering why she was being so violent. Then, he remembered his dream: Kagura's wet body was pressing against his, making his mind go blank. Her face kept coming closer; he closed his eyes. Shaking his head, he came back into reality. Though, their position wasn't much different. Anyway, he figured that he had merely said something in his sleep to make her angry. But, what did he say?

"Are you ever calm?" he asked, letting go of her wrist.

"What do you care? You don't even like me being here!" she exclaimed, turning to avoid his gaze.

He couldn't believe what he had heard. He wondered if she really did want to stay with him. Though, how could she think he didn't care? He had provided her with shelter, all the food she can eat, and his own bed! It wasn't something he was going to openly admit, but he was somewhat glad when Tsubaki turned her down.

"Is that what you think? I merely thought that you would be more comfortable living with someone you know, rather than a stranger-" she cut him off, still looking away.

"But you're not a stranger," He seemed taken aback by the sudden softness of her voice.

He put his hand under her chin and turned her head to face him. He hadn't seen this expression from her before. Her eyes looked warm and friendly, much like the way his mother used to look at him. He knew that there was a nicer side to Kagura, but never thought he'd live to see it. Once again, those flaming butterflies had been released in his stomach. She returned her head to his chest, wrapping her arms around his back. His arms ventured until they were draped around her back, as well. He let out a long breath, enjoying the warmth of her body against his. He knew that he would start dreaming again if he dozed off, but couldn't fight his sudden urge to sleep. Suddenly, Kagura's eyes flew open. This pervert's more hormonal than I thought. She looked up, only to see that he was sleeping again…Whack!

XP Aren't I evil? Wow…this was a mushy chapter. Anyway, the next one is going to involve Sesshoumaru and Kagura's first "date", or whatever you would call it. Please R&R to let me know what you think!