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Summary: They say "Money is the sixth sense that makes it possible to enjoy the other five." What would some of us do to get all that we desire? Many so willing to commit murder, adultery, you name it. AU.

Chapter Five

The Complete Manual of Satisfaction

Her cell phone rang as she sat on the train, heading into the city. Looking at the number it said Un-known caller, she grunted, deciding whether to answer it. Kagome hated those on the phone advertisements offering a free cruise, life insurance, cable television or whatever else it maybe. Pushing the end button on her phone the call was disconnected.

But the phone began to ring anew, from the same un-known caller. Considering that it had been from a blocked number she would have ended the call again, but she had felt a compulsion to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hi." The gentleman on the other line answered back. His voice a wonderful sound, as the sound traveled across the phone line to her ear. Her brain immediately registered who it was. Sesshoumaru...Two months- it didn't take him long to call did it?

"Why are you calling me from a blocked number?" She asked, still caught in her bewilderment. It's been a little over two months since she last spoke to him or saw him. "Never mind...How are you?" She said inquiring.

"Why weren't you answering your phone?"

"haha..I thought they were from telemarketers." Kagome said.

"I've been well." Was his reply to her question. "Happy Birthday. I sent you something." He added. Kagome was smiling the whole time. There was a pause and then noise and chattering on the other end of the line.

"And Kagome, answer your phone." Sesshoumaru said, hanging up.

Well that was short. Kagome's head turned to face forward. She had a close up view of the back of the passenger's head who sat in front of her. He had a bald spot she had been staring at for the past fifteen minutes. She swore she saw one of his strands falling out as she continued to stare.

Knowing the next stop was hers; Kagome slid out the seat and began to walk towards the sliding doors. Her heels made a soft sound against the train floor. She received an ogling stare from the balding gentleman who sat in front of her, who had been previously reading a newspaper. Unknown to her his eyes lingered on her ass as she continued to walk forward. He was observing her shape through the black pencil skirt she wore, his eyes traveling down her legs to the object causing the noise, white pumps.

When the train came to a stop she stepped out, with a smile still gracing her lips, as she walked through the crowd entering the train. Some staring as she passed, wondering what the hell she was smiling about.

Looking up she suddenly felt tiny drops of rain on her head. But it wasn't enough to worry too much. Hopefully she would reach her destination before a downpour started; a cozy bistro downtown.

All she could think about was Sesshoumaru's the phone call, everything was coming together. She would be a rich woman, soon indeed.

As she tried to place her cell phone in her bag she didn't see the person coming and bumped into them, dropping her phone. She was a bit taken back, considering it was a new phone. She didn't even see the face of the person, but instead the top of the said person's head. Which was a full head of long dark waved hair as he bent down to retrieve the device. He sure is fast, she thought.

Standing up the stranger met her eye to eye. Hello again, Kagome.

"..You know what..?" His voice deep and robust, as he gave her a smirk.

"You.." She said pointing. A smile once again on her lips. They really should stop meeting like this, so randomly on the street on several occasions during the last month. "Is there something funny?" she said, now trying to repossess her cell. His hand immediately pulled back, her phone now out of reach. Naraku then slid the phone into his side pocket.

"Yes?" he replied. "Just the person I wanted to see." Taking her hand into his and telling her to come along. She gave him a slightly amused look, as she looked at his hand, which held onto hers. He had very supple hands she noticed.

"And why is that?" She asked, trying to untangle her hands from his, yet he didn't let go. Stopping he turned to look at her, his eyes a shade of dark brick.

At the same moment the rain began to pour down in a fury. She dragged her hand forcefully from his grasp and began to run down the block, looking to get out of the rain. Running after her he grabbed her once again as he caught up, pulling her towards him and into a building, out of the rain.

It was all out of surprise. One minute she was out in the rain and the next she was in a dimly lit hallway, panting against the wall. Her plans for the day interrupted by the rain, but she wasn't too depressed. It wasn't a sin that she was slightly attracted to the mysterious male beside her.

All in all they were just flirting, nothing serious.

Turning her head her companion was in the same condition as her, both their cloths soaked through. He was standing beside her with his head tilted slight upward, with his hands at his side. The rain water dripping of his skin, as some ran down the contours of his face and his neck, disappearing into his shirt. She watched his chest rise and fall as he tried to catch his breath, the shirt he wore clinging to his form and some of his hair sticking to his face.

Instantaneously she began to shiver, as her skin goose bumped over. Turning his body toward her he looked dead at her breast before they reached her eyes. That wasn't subtle at all Casanova.

Underneath her skin began to tingle. His look undoing her.

One of the lights in the already dim hallway began to flicker. Her eyes instantly looking up at it in wonder. And in the blink of an eye he was upon her.

His hand held her chin, tilting it upward in one move, as his wet thumb ran across her lip. As his action stilled her lips parted, meaning to lick her lip, but her tongue came out licking the pad of his thumb. Looking down at her through heavy lidded eyes, he turned her head to the side, bringing his lips to the side of her jaw, nipping at her skin. His lips were hot against her shivering flesh.

Kagome stared off towards the door at the end of the hallway, with bright green letters above it reading EXIT. As his mouth continued to play against her skin.

Sliding his hands down her wet body, they stopped on her hips, squeezing her there. Before removing one of his hands to push up her skirt slightly and hold up her bent leg against his leg. The flesh of his hand against the skin on her thigh.

Kagome was partaking in a scene worthy of a mature rating, the two looking like lovers set against walls of crimson red as the light continued to flicker. Soon enough both should be falling out of their wet cloths?

One minute she was on the train and the next here she was...what was going on?

At the moment the entrance door to the hallway opened and an older man walked in from out of the rain, folding down his dark umbrella. Looking up he scrutinized the couple against the wall as he passed. The old man continued to stare with each step, his pace slowing. The intruder held his umbrella closer to him in response, with wide eyes, knowing the stars of the show weren't stopping their performance on his behalf. After a moment of comprehension he removed his eyes from the young couple, continuing on his way. Leaving a trail of wet footprints in his wake.

After exiting the hallway the older man shrugged. The show had been good, but he'd seen worse done in these halls before.

Moving his head up to kiss her Kagome turned her head, denying him. Smirking at her actions, he exhaled against her neck disappointed, pulling away from her body. He was only slightly insulted.

The door to the hallway opened once again and this time a couple stepped inside. The man was soaked to the bone, while the woman began to remove the man's jacket which she had been using to shield the rain. The new arrivals minutely spared attention to the man and the woman close to each other against the wall, before walking on.

"Come with me. Let's go up." He said finally as Kagome fixed her skirt. The both of them turning to continue their journey down the hallway.

"Where are we going?" Kagome asked, sizing up the building in which they had taken refuge. She hadn't gotten a good look from outside. But as he led her through the lobby and to the elevator it turned out to be a cheap motel. "You stay here?" Kagome asked curiously, looking at his back as he pressed the floor on the elevator, soon enough standing next to her.

"Yes?" He stated firmly, without looking at her, sliding his hand into his pants pocket. Taking out a cigarette he put it between his lips.

Once they were on the third floor they both stepped out and at this time he lit it. The floor they had stepped out held the same red lights as the entrance hallway. The carpeting was black and the walls were also a shade of red. Kagome made up her face. It was a crimson overload.

Kagome was definitely being adventurous- here alone with a furtive man in a seedy motel. Stopping at the last door at the end of the hall he opened it leading her inside.

She immediately asked, "Tell me what you have been up to?"

...

"Hey, you wouldn't believe who I ran into." The woman asked her husband, while she putted the plates on the table for dinner. She couldn't believe that she had forgotten to relay this sort of information to her husband.

"Who?"

"Kagome Higurashi, from high school. You remember her from school right? Don't tell me you don't remember." Sango said, almost in a daze, as she stopped what she was doing. "It feels good meeting up with people from school... I gave her one of my business cards."

"That's good." He responded, walking over to the table, bringing over two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine.

"Though she hasn't called yet. I really hope she calls Miroku." She said disappointed.

"It's alright Sango." Her husband said walking up behind her and rapping his arms around her waist, a twinkle in his eye. "I hope she calls too. I know it would mean a lot to you." Simultaneously removing his hand to fondle her ass instead.

"Ugh..."

...

He heard her laughing at something she was watching on the television. When they had arrived back to his room he lent her something dry to put, while her wet clothes were drying. They didn't have much time to talk or do much before his phone rang. He had excused himself and took the call in the kitchen, keeping his voice hushed. He had thought it would have been a quick call, but here he was half an hour later, still on the phone.

Kagome hadn't cared much when he took the call. It was probably best if they weren't too close to each other at the moment. She didn't know if she wanted a repeat of what happened downstairs. Though she was intrigued by her 'strange' friend. What was such a clean cut man doing living in such a dump?

Looking around he didn't have much furniture, besides the basic bed, nightstand, fridge and a single chair in the corner of the bedroom, and of course the television. He didn't have much personal belongings laying around either, except an out of place empty shot glass on the nightstand, with a lipstick smudge on it.

When she saw him walk into the bedroom she took her focus from the television and watched him walk over to the only closet in the room. He pulled out a pair of black dress pants and a black dress shirt off the hanger, throwing them on the bed next to her. Reaching into the pants pocket he pulled out a flyer and a lighter. Kagome was handed the flyer, while he threw the lighter onto the bed. It was lustrous platinum with the design of a red spider decorating the surface. Going back over to the closet he took out a pair of matching black dress shoes.

Looking at the flyer Kagome asked, "What's this?" He looked at her.

"It's a club. Come by, you'll enjoy yourself." He said closing the closet door, before walking back over towards her, turning off the television. "Come. I'll get you a cab."

Taking out her cell phone from her purse Kagome looked at the time, realizing it was getting late. At this moment he reached over into her hand and took her phone. "We really shouldn't wait so long to see each other again." He said putting in his number in so she called his phone, saving her number in his. Then he handed it back to her as they walked out the motel room, back to the elevator and through the dimly lit entrance with the flickering lights.

The once downpour outside was now only a drizzle.

...

As the brown haired man slowly came to, the first thing he registered was the feel of a grimy kind of wetness below his fingertips, and the same thing soaking through his clothes. The last thing he had the time to remember was someone hitting him across the back of his head, hard. And now here he was. Where was he? He strained his eyes trying to make out where they had taken him. It seemed he was in the far end of a dark alleyway, between two large buildings.

Using his strength to rise onto his elbow, he could slightly make out the fast passing cars at the entrance of the alley. It wasn't long after that someone violently grabbed him by the back of his hair, sending a pain across his scalp, as they dragged his body by his very strands. That was in the same area they had hit him in before. As a reaction his hands flew up trying to pry the hands from his hair. Before he knew what had just happened a second man appeared and kicked him in his side, making him fall onto his injured side. He curled himself into a fetal position as the other man finally released his hold on his hair. Now he was more disoriented than he was before. Looking once again at the entrance and the passing cars the path seemed ever longer than before.

Being in the current position meant that his face was now in the dirty grime water, he had been thrown in. From this point the guy that had kicked him, on his right, bent down and lifted his body as if he was some light teenager and not a grown man. Forcing his beaten form against the wall. Forcing him to stand despite all the pain, with his head hung low.

The other figure then walked towards him and recited. "Hojou. 925 High Street?"

Hearing his name the injured man raised his head slightly, his eyes looking up in acknowledgement. Any other man would have denied his own name. With his eyes still blurry, the approaching figure looked like a shadow, with ruby eyes sparkling at him through the haze. The shadow punched him twice across his face, before the larger man holding him finally dropped him, gravity pulling him down. Hojou had no strength left. Spitting out the blood in his mouth caused him to throw up what was in his stomach. This was the majority of the alcohol he had consumed.

Soon enough he realized they weren't finished as he saw the larger man hand a metal pipe to the shadow, sending the feel of a deeper terror down his spine. The pressure and the sting from the metal pole connecting with his back brought tears to his eyes. Knowing all he could do was return to the fetal position, for the rest of the hard blows and a final kick to his side.

He heard the pole being dropped as he was once again vehemently picked up from the ground by his shoulders, semi walking, as he was dragged towards the entrance of the alley. As they reached the sidewalk the men threw his limp body towards the garbage cans and trash bags, at the curb, like some carcass. Not even giving him a final look.

The shadow in the alley with the ruby eyes in the light suddenly had a face; dressed in black. Naraku.

All the beaten man could do now was watch as the two figures walked away. With his head hung low he couldn't stop the tears from falling, as the grime dripped from all parts of his skin. What kind of man was he? Not even able to fight back. The cars on the street continued to drive by and the people on the sidewalks continued about their existence, not paying him any mind. He knew what he had to do; the message had come across quite clear.

The banks opened at 8am.

fin.

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End of Chapter five.

Until next time.

More Sesshoumaru coming up. I'm try to get back into the storyline so I'm all confused, I have to read over the previous chapters and the other ones I've already written!!

Hope you like the new chapter. I sincerely hope I don't bore anyone with my writing. Man I hated English class, so there will be a few errors and maybe too many comma signs? Please review!! And Check out my other story '…Because of a man.'