"My momma." Amaimaru whimpered, hugging his mother's leg tightly. "My momma no go."
"I'll be back, Amai. When you wake up, I'll be downstairs preparing your favorite breakfast, Tamagoyaki and broiled fish. How does that sound?"
"Sound yummy." He pulled back from her, rubbing circles over his stomach. "Momma miss me?"
"Oh, Amai, momma miss you lots." Kneeling, she hugged him tightly. "Now, off you go with Kaede for your bath. Oyasuminasai."
"Yasasai!" He attempted to repeat her, but only got so close, before scurrying off, wailing, "Keade-baba!"
Kagome smiled briefly, before turning and heading down the hall. She stood in front of the large, antique mirror that leaned against the wall near hers and Sesshomaru's room.
She'd just gotten a call from Miroku saying that it was Latin night. So, she pulled a sexy, deep blue dress out of the back of her closet, slid on some hill, curled her hair a bit, and tossed a flower into her hair. "Is this really Latin-y enough?"
"Yes. It is rather 'latin-y'." Sesshomaru stood behind her. He was dressed sharply, in a slightly transparent blue shirt and a pair of formfitting, but not too tight, black pants. Kagome had forced him to dress up, saying that he couldn't come if he didn't. Though there was no way she could keep him from going, he obeyed her, just for the fun of it. "And you look beautiful."
{Kagome's POV}
I stiffen as the words escape his mouth. Is he serious?
'Yes. I think so.'
'B-but he hasn't complimented me since....since...I can't remember.'
'But he is now...'
'Oh.'
'So...can we leave Naraku now?'
I narrow my eyes and ignore my beast. "Thank you." I tell Sesshomaru, who happens to be sniffing my hair. "Come on. We have to go get Ban." Sesshomaru's starting to scare me. One moment, he hates me, the next, he's all over me, cuddling as close into my side as he can.
The car ride is quiet. Sesshomaru stares ahead, and I stare out of the window. I'm slightly startled when I feel his hand grasp mine. I look down, then look up at him. "What's with you, Sesshomaru?"
"What is with me?" He sounds oddly innocent.
"You're being wishy washy. I mean, one minute the very sight of me disgusts you, the next, you're holding my hand." I hold up our interlocked hands as an example.
"You are my mate. Should I not touch you?"
I glare at him for commenting so smartly. "That's not what I meant, jackass." He seems shocked by my statement.
He stops at the red light, turning to face me. When something akin to hurt flashes in his eyes, I look away in guilt. Pulling his hand from mine, Sesshomaru starts to drive again. He pulls to a stop in front of the hotel, and we sigh simultaneously.
"Kagome!" Bankotsu hurries out. He's wearing a slightly lighter blue shirt than esshomaru's and a pair of tight white pants. "Kag, baby, what's up?" He leans in my window.
"Ugh, step back, Ban." I push his head out of the window. "Why are you wearing a fedora?"
"I thought it was a nice touch. Sexy, no?"
I roll my eyes. He's just too cute. "Get in the car, Bankotsu."
"Jealous." He mutters, sliding into the backseat.
{Normal POV}
Bankotsu nodded his head to the beat of the music. He was feeling this! Rocking his hips a bit, he winked at a girl who was eyeing him from across the room. "Yo, Kagome, I'm gonna go..."
"Flirt. I know. Begone." She waved her hand at him, smirking as he left.
"Kagome, you made it." Sango hugged her friend awkwardly, but once she saw that Sesshomaru was beside her, she beamed, embracing her tighter, "I'm so glad! Hi, Sesshomaru."
He nodded at her.
Miroku was the next to hug his friend, only keeping his hands to himself because Sesshomaru was sending him smoldering glares. Chuckling nervously, he complimented, "Kagome, you you good enough to eat."
Kagome grinned flirtatiously. "Do I?" She looked over at Sesshomaru when he grabbed her hand. She noticed the crowd forming into a circle and frowned, standing on her tiptoes. "What' s going on?"
"A couple must be dancing up a storm. Let's go see." Sango pushed her way through the crowd, Kagome, who was dragging Sesshomaru along, following behind her.
Her eyes widened as she saw her brother dancing with a blond. "Ban is good!"
Sango frowned. "You know him." 'That's just great. Another guy she can cheat on Sesshomaru with.'
Kagome rolled her eyes at Sango's accusing tone. "He's my halfbrother."
"Oh."
"Faites-le, Ban!/ Do it, Ban!" Kagome cried out.
He turned toward her, smirking, "Dieu sait que je suis!/ God knows I am!"
Kagome giggled, clapping her hands happily along with everyone else as the song came to an end.
As another song started up, Bankotsu reached a hand out for Kagome, "Rejoignez-moi. Vous savez que vous voulez!/ Join me! You know you want to!"
She arched a brow, strutting towards him and taking his hand. "Vous mai plomb, bro./ You may lead, bro."
He stepped forward with his right foot, his hips rolling. "When was the last time you did this, Kag?"
"Over two years, why?"
"You're a little rusty." He shrugged.
"I am not!" She scowled at him, tossing her head back to keep her hair from her face.
He rolled his eyes. "I only said a little. See, here, roll your hips more." He placed his hands on her side, forcing her too roll her hips. "There. And don't hold your arms like that." He coached, adjusting her arms so that they were a bit more loose.
Kagome huffed. "I'm used to dancing with Sesshomaru, you jerk." She spun away from him, her hand still in his.
"I didn't think he danced." He jerked her back into his arms, her back to his chest.
"He doesn't much anymore." She replied solemnly.
"What's with the long face?" Bankotsu ruffled her hair as the song ended and people applauded. "You can dance with me now."
"Whatever." Turning away from him, she made sure to hit him with her hair before storming over to the bar.
{Naraku's POV}
I stroll into the dark club and survey the crowd. Almost instantly, my eyes snap to my precious Kagome. I had no idea my little miko would be here. Kagome turns, and I think she's looking at me. However, when Sesshomaru sits beside her, I realize that she isn't.
That damned demon churns my blood. He doesn't deserve her. He can't even take care of her, or else she wouldn't be with me. But she is, sometimes four times in one night. Sesshomaru can't compete with that.
So for now, i'll recline against the wall and watch my woman.
"Hey, sexy." An arm slings around my shoulder.
I glare at the offending arm, then at the wench it belongs to. "Release me, bitch."
"Oh my. Someone's grumpy. We'll have to work out that tension."
"You will no-" I freeze when I feel her hand glide over my manhood. Grabbing her wrist tightly, I hiss, "Touch me again, and I will rip your arm from the socket."
"What's with you? I'm the most attractive woman here." She brags.
And I scoff at that. "My woman is far more attractive. You couldn't hold a candle to her if you trie."
She gasps in horror, her hideously puke green eyes filling with tears. "How hurtful." The dramatic bitch runs away. Pathetic.
I turn my gaze back to Kagome. Sesshomaru is on the phone. He slides the phone into his pocket, asks Kagome to excuse him, and hurries out. My turn.
I tiptoe up behind her back and cover her hands with my eyes. "Guess who, love?" I whisper.
Kagome jumps. "Naraku." She turns and smiles at me, then looks over my shoulder. "W-what are you doing here?"
"I came for a good time, and surprise surprise, my darling Kagome is sitting here looking oh so lonely."
"Yeah." She sighs. "You might not want to hang around. Sesshomaru should return soon, and Sango, Miroku, and Bankotsu will be watching me."
"Then let them watch us dance." I offer her my hand.
"What? Sesshomaru would kill me. Remember last time?!"
I smile. Ah last time. Good times. Sliding closer to her, I reach under the table and stroke her leg, smirking at her gasp. "Act natural, love. Act like we're simply conversing."
Kagome nods slowly. "So, um, Paris?"
"A lovely city, Kagome. Have you ever be?" I push her dress up a bit, carressing her inner thigh.
"Ohhh-u-um, yes. I've been a few times to visit my friend. My brother's from there actually.'
My hand creeps a little higher, slipping into her underwear. I inhale deeply, her tangy aroma of arousal filling my nose. But she covers it, much to my annoyance. "Oh?'
Kagome nods, squirming lightly as my finger enters her. "Yes. I can't wait you know. It'll be fun to spend time together...without having to hide from family, friends, paparatzi. I mean, we aren't totally rich, why can't they leave us alone?"
"Sesshomaru's business is doing fairly well. They want to know everything about him." I thrust my finger in and out of her and she sighs contently.
"Yeah well. They didn't know when he was cheating." She sounds bitter.
"My poor darling." I feel her stiffen and pull my hand away. "Sesshomaru?"
"Yup. Coming this way." She takes a sip of her drink, then strikes up a conversation, "So, when did you first start working for Sesshomaru?"
I shrug, "About a year ago, actually."
{Sesshomaru's POV}
"Are you enjoying yourself, Kagome?"
"I guess. I'm just not in the party mood."
I brush a loose strand of hair from her face. 'My mate. My beautiful mate.'
'What we do when she leave?'
'If she ever leaves?'
'Fine. If...'
'IF she ever leaves, we will mourn for a moment, then we will take her back.'
"Why are you looking at me that way?" She blushes shyly, looking away from her.
"I am simply admiring you, mate." I grasp her hand, pulling it to my mouth and kissing it. Kami, I love it when she blushes. I lean forward to lick her cheek, but my phone vibrates in my pocket. The number is unknown. "Excuse me, Kagome." I walk out of the club, answering my phone. "What?"
The voice I least want to hear coos, "Sesshomaru dear."
I growl loudly, earning stares from the people around me. "How did you get this number, Kikyo?"
She giggles. "I have my ways, Sesshou."
"Don't you dare call me that." The nickname is reserved for Kagome and Kagome alone.
"Okay." Her tone is oddly serious. "I have something important to tell you."
"What?" I spit.
She sighs. "I've been trying to tell you for the longest...you have a daughter."
My entire world stops.
We'll end there.
Kidding! On with the story.
"That's impossible." It is beyond impossible. I never rutted with that wench and came inside of her. I always, always withdrew. My child could never form within her.
"It's not. Would you like to talk to her?"
There's a moment of silence before a young girl say, "Heyo! Heyo! Heyo! Who der?! Heyo!"
That child isn't mine. It can't be. There is no way. Kagome would be furious. Amaimaru would be forced to endure what both I and Kagome did with half siblings. Above that, the possibility is nonexistent.
"Sesshomaru." Kikyo calls.
"She isn't mine."
"She is. And either you can pay child support, or I bring her to your home to show Kagome."
I growl. "Don't call me again...I'll contact you once I've had time to think." Hanging up the phone, I close my eyes.
'Mate be mad! MATE LEAVE!'
'No. It isn't mine.'
'Mate go away.'
'She won't.'
'Please no let mate leave. I no can take it.'
'She'll be here forever.'
'Please! No let go!'
'...' My beast is in tears. He is actually sobbing. 'You don't honestly think...'
'Kikyo have pup. Mate leave, never come back. Don't let happen, Sesshomaru.'
I shake my head and open my eyes. 'It isn't our child. And I'll make sure Kagome never leaves. Cease your tears.' More determined now that ever to keep anything from ruining my marraige and mateship, I enter the club and see Naraku near my mate.
Sango is glaring, as is Bankotsu. Miroku simply stares, his eyes worried.
I am putting a stop to this. They will be punished. I grab Naraku by the collar and snatch him away from her. "Stay away from my mate. Watch." Tossing him away, I turn to Kagome. Everyone is watching, and Kagome seems afraid. "Mate," Grabbing her waist, I pull her to me. "All of you will watch." I command, holding her close.
"Wh-what are you doing?" She whispers, trying to pull away.
"You are mine." I push my lips to her, gripping her behing possessively. All will know that she is mine. I bite into her lip, ignoring her whimper as I draw back. "No one else may even come near you." Lowering my face to the marking on her shoulder, I sink my fangs into her skin.
"Ahhhhh!" Kagome shrieks, her legs giving.
Pressing her closer to me to hold her up, I watch with narrowed eyes as she faints. Lifting her into my arms, I glare around. "Mine." Looking straight into Naraku's eyes, he into mine, "Understand that, kumo."
He growls, clenching his fists. His eyes roam to Kagome when she winces, and he sighs. "You don't deserve her." He mutters lowly so that only I may here, then turns and stomps out like an idiot.
Crushing Kagome to me, I leave to the car, lay her in the backseat, and climb into the driver's seat. Bankotsu slides into the passenger's seat, a scowl on his face. "You are angry about what I did to her?"
"I told Kagome that I didn't like the looks of that guy. Told her he was no good. Did she listen to me? No. So, you had to assert yourself. I can't believe she'd actually talk to him like he wasn't after her. Stubborn imouto."
"Indeed." Is all I reply before taking off. My marraige and mateship will not fail because of that bitch or the hanyou spider. I'll kill them both before I let that happen.
