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Chapter Seven:

Murasaki

I don't know why the sight of the Matsushita household left me speechless. Truthfully, I already knew that it was a massive Western mansion because Amai had loved to tell me about her favorite hideouts. There's just something about a four story castle rising out of the side of a mountain that makes you speechless I guess.

Saki, whose actions throughout the two hour drive to her family home led me to believe that she was a sadist, was sitting contentedly far, far away from me. The car was a tasteful, old-fashioned limousine colored the same silver as her hair. As for the interior, the seats were soft red suede with black lacquered cabinets. I assume that they stored alcohol, not because of the kiddy locks on the doors or the pungent aroma drifting from the cabinets, but because of the way that Saki's human attorney, Tsuda Naota-san, was eyeing them. He was not happy to be in the same vehicle as Saki, that's for sure.

"Tsuda-san, why are you so anxious?" The devil spoke. Her voice, cheerful when we first met, was as cold as it had been this morning when she'd picked me up.

"N-no, Inoue-sama, I'm not at all anxious," Tsuda-san replied meekly. His eyes were a surprising clear blue color, leading me to believe that he was part foreigner. "I'm fine."

Saki's eyes narrowed at him then. "I hate liars, Tsuda-san."

The poor man went silent, then, and the smell of sweat increased in the suddenly cramped limousine. It was a sickening stench, and if I thought it was bad, then it must be even worse for Saki.

She didn't show it. In fact, even her annoyance disappeared as she found her next target: me.

Of course, I didn't mind it, especially since she'd been subtly harassing Tsuda-san for the past two hours, and probably even longer since he'd accompanied her to my apartment in the first place.

"So, Kagome-chan, what do you think of the Matsushita Estate?" She asked. I shivered at her icy tone but somehow managed to keep my sanity through the cold, cold blizzard that was coming my way.

"Its certainly bigger than I ever thought possible." It was a good answer. Yes, its better to keep my guard up with this crazy woman.

My compliment seemed to please her, for she turned away from me. Tsuda-san started to shake as her eyes found him yet again. Such a sharp golden color was never meant to focus on a mortal human being.

"Tsuda-san," Saki began in a softer tone, "you and your wife will be coming to my husband's banquet on Thursday, won't you?"

"Of course, Inoue-sama, I wouldn't miss Inoue-sama's banquet for anything."

Now, I will admit to more than a polite degree of shock at this. The first thought to occur to me was, "Who has the balls to marry this woman?" Such a thought was followed by, "I don't think I want to meet him."

And, judging by the way Tsuda-san gazed at the blurring road outside in a clearly suicidal manner, I wasn't wrong in my lack of enthusiasm in meeting Saki's "mister."

The driver's voice sounded over the speakers, bringing me out of my daze. "Inoue-sama, we have reached your brother's residence. Myouga-san is coming to the door now."

"Thank you very much, Saya-han," Saki replied politely. She seemed very relaxed with Saya-san, and it was only with him that she reverted to her native Kansai dialect. Honestly, I found the inflection to be quite cute.

Just then the door next to me opened, and though I looked around to thank someone, no one was there. Evidently my confusion was noticeable, because Saki threw back her head and laughed gaily.

"Myouga-han, I do believe you've scared the poor girl!"

"My apologies, Higurashi-san," a tiny voice sounded from my shoulder. I let out a squeak of surprise and was in no time pressing my back against Tsuda-san's side. He appeared distressed as well.

"Who's there?" I screeched. A tiny speck hopped from my shoulder and onto my nose, and then I saw him: Myouga.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Higurashi-san. Murasaki-sama has told me very good things about you."

At my confused look he elaborated. "I apologize. You know her as "Saki" but her true name is Murasaki."

Slowly, I turned to face my employer's sister. She was frowning in a very affronted manner.

"Myouga-han, I do not think it appropriate for you to have told her about my name," she said coldly.

My eyes crossed to take in the comical expression on the flea demon's face. He was sweating almost as badly as Tsuda-san. He looked up at me in a pleading manner, but before I could do anything, Saki snatched him up and held him before her face with a thumb and forefinger. I watched incredulously as she flattened him and left him to float to the ground. She quickly pushed me from the vehicle and followed behind.

"Will he be all right?" I asked nervously. I did not want to be involved in a homicide.

"Myouga's fine," she replied shortly. "He'll recover in a few seconds, then he'll force Totosai to carry in your bags." She looked at me and sighed at my unchanged expression. "He's okay, really. I do it all the time. So does Inuyasha, Sesshoumaru, Father, and Amai.

Even Inuyasha's mother has gotten over the "horridness" of the act. She does it almost every day."

My jaw dropped. Were the people in this house insane? When Saki continued, I knew there was something really crazy about the Matsushitas.

"Don't worry about the abuse we deal out," she said in a congenial voice. "We won't kill you unless we want to."

Is it too late to escape?

(My POV)

Amai flew into Kagome's arms with markedly more enthusiasm at seeing her new nanny than her father showed.

"Kagome, Kagome," she yelled. Her greeting was full of the exuberance of seeing a good friend for the first time in years. Strangely, Kagome felt herself touched at this warm welcome. It felt like a homecoming, though she'd never even seen Matsushita House before, let alone entered the manse.

As Amai flew into a flurry of details about her life since she'd last seen Kagome, Saki went to stand next to her brother. Before she could say anything, he turned to her and leveled a sharp glower at her.

"Shut up."

"Inuyasha, I haven't said anything."

"You were going to."

"That's not the point. You can't say shut up if I haven't said anything yet."

"I've learned over the years that its best to stop you before you start."

"Who told you that?"

"Well, I would have learned it eventually, but the information came via our dear elder brother and your "darling" husband."

Saki's golden eyes narrowed considerably. Her short silver hair ruffled slightly in the wind, and she pulled her sweater closer to ward off the chill of the November morning. They were close enough to the sea here that the wind caught them off guard, so jackets were usually necessary. Obviously, Saki had forgotten this fact.

"Amai loves her."

Inuyasha looked up in horror. Damn! She'd caught him when he was deep in thought. He searched desperately for a way out, but his daughter was across the yard with that damn Kagome, his brother was hidden somewhere deep in the house in an attempt to dodge the matchmaking efforts of their overzealous father, and his mother was in town shopping with her friends.

He was fucked.

"You could do much worse, you know."

"Have you ever thought about joining Dad to get Sesshoumaru together with Ryuukotsei's daughter? I swear, between the two of you, you'll do it."

"Later," she replied with a flippant wave of her hand. "When we're done with you."

The last was said so nonchalantly, it threw him for a second. "What?"

Saki hurriedly changed the subject.

"So, my husband really thinks I'm a nag?" She looked up at him with a plaintive look. Inuyasha grimaced. He knew that she was madly in love with her vicious husband, and it had been low of him to attack her there.

"No, he doesn't," he rejoined soothingly. His sister narrowed her eyes even more than she had before.

"Don't you lie to me Inuyasha," she hissed fervently. "If my husband thinks I'm an overbearing bitch, tell me. If he thinks I'm an unrepentant nag, tell me that, too. Just don't lie to me."

This was very, very uncomfortable. Inuyasha gulped and tried to inch away from the angry taiyoukai before him.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Saki," he muttered flippantly. "He never said a word to me."

"I said don't "

Her words were lost to the wind as Inuyasha took off at a run for the house. He was more than unwilling to sit here and hear his sister berate herself, and him, only to convince herself that what he'd said were just vicious lies to knock her down into the dirt. While that was half true, it was also half wrong. Knocking her into the deepest part of the sea was a much better idea.

She made to follow him, but a man's voice interrupted her own, as well as Inuyasha's flight.

"What's going on here?"

A smile lit up Saki's face. She turned from her intended path and ran straight into the man's arms. "Danna-sama (husband)," she cried excitedly. "I have missed you."

Her husband smiled, his red eyes gazing into her golden orbs intensely. "And I, you, Murasaki."

With an ever-widening grin, Saki reached up to shower his face with kisses. He accepted them graciously before turning to his brother-in-law.

"What were you telling my wife Inuyasha?" He asked in a deceptively friendly tone.

Inuyasha laughed nervously, backing towards the house again. He didn't run as he had with Saki. He knew better than that.

"Hello, there, brother-in-law," Inuyasha called hoarsely. When the other youkai came towards him he began to stumble. "Hold on! Nara"

Ha! A cliffhanger! How do you like them apples? Probably not very much, right? Anywho, this is a short chapter, I know, but I thought this is all I wanted to put in this chapter. Can you guess who Saki's husband is? Fufufu. Until next time folks!!!