3.

Kagome and Inuyasha woke up suddenly. They heard a loud knock on their door. Well, actually it sounded more like someone was trying to break through their front door without bothering to open it.

Inuyasha grunted and got up from the bed. It took awhile before the situation registered in Kagome's head, but when it did, she knew exactly who was the one beating their door.

"Inuyasha, I think that it's Sesshoumaru…" Kagome said and put on her silken morning gown.

"I know", Inuyasha huffed. "I was kinda expecting this, you know."

"Never mind that! Hurry to the door before he breaks it!" Kagome said feeling a bit embarrassed.

They rushed down the stairs and at the same moment Inuyasha got the door open, Sesshoumaru was already storming around the lounge of their house looking more or less restless, which was totally out of character when talking about Sesshoumaru.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" Inuyasha snapped after watching his brother's silent pacing around the room for long enough.

Kagome took a step toward Sesshoumaru. "Please don't tell me that Miroku did something stupid again."

Sesshoumaru stopped like he had hit a wall and turned his face slowly to look at Kagome. The look on his face was most peculiar. Inuyasha and Kagome were at loss of words and Sesshoumaru didn't say anything either, he just stared at Kagome.

"Well", he started with a cold voice, "he did cut my hair quite well."

Inuyasha and Kagome were completely dumbfounded. All the agitation and that was all he was going to say?

Inuyasha walked right in front of his frigid brother and growled slowly: "Are you telling me that you stormed into my home in the middle of the night and that's all there is to worry about? He cut your hair well?"

"Don't be ridiculous Inuyasha. Of course that is not the issue", Sesshoumaru said now completely calm.

"Then what on earth happened?" Kagome asked anxious. She would kill Miroku for this, although technically it was her fault, but Miroku had promised to behave nicely! Actually, it would be better if she'd tell Sango about it. She would do something much worse than Kagome would ever be capable of.

"He is rather daring, isn't he?" Sesshoumaru stated.

Kagome felt her skin go goose bumps and she swore to make Sango beat up Miroku. It hadn't been a good idea after all to send Sesshoumaru to him.

"I'm so sorry, Sesshoumaru!" Kagome said earnestly. "He did promise to behave; he's really not that bad."

"No, I don't mind", Sesshoumaru said after thinking awhile.

"What?" Inuyasha and Kagome nearly shouted in unison.

"It did have certain points in it", Sesshoumaru mused, again completely lost in thought. He was obviously thinking something very Sesshoumaru-like again. It was so damn hard to predict his mood swings…

Suddenly Sesshoumaru walked out of the door again. Kagome ran after him as quickly as she could. "So, Sesshoumaru?" Kagome started carefully. She just couldn't give up, not like this. "Would you like to meet him again?"

Sesshoumaru swirled around and fixed his sharp eyes on Kagome's warm brown ones. "Absolutely not, if I can possibly avoid it."

Kagome nodded to show she understood and watched as Sesshoumaru drove away with his BMW.

Inuyasha came to Kagome with an unhappy look on his face. "That selfish bastard never changes. I mean, what the hell was all that about?"

"Honestly, I have no idea, Inuyasha", Kagome sighed. "Perhaps we can never find anyone who could understand him. Sometimes I wonder if he even understands himself."

"Don't worry about it Kagome. I think he's happy living like he wants. We shouldn't push our own ideology to him."

Kagome smiled and turned around to kiss Inuyasha. "Sometimes you do say some wise things, my dear."

"What do you mean sometimes?" Inuyasha asked pouting.

"Oh, never mind. But I am going to kill Miroku. He won't get away with this!"

"Yes he will, and you know it", Inuyasha said rolling his eyes. He took Kagome's hand and led her back inside.

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Miroku couldn't stop grinning. The evening hadn't turned out to be as bad as he had suspected. Who would have thought that the Sesshoumaru could be sooo cute!

Miroku chuckled and swing himself around and around in one of his barber chairs. Sesshoumaru was extremely annoying person, he had figured that right, but somehow he got the feeling that there was more to it.

Someone like Sesshoumaru surely knew how to put up a barrier around himself, there was no doubt about that. Miroku had often wondered how Inuyasha could be so open even though he came from more that unstable family, though the answer to that particular question might be just that Inuyasha was in fact a natural idiot. He probably wouldn't know the difference, and of course there was no questioning about Kagome's influence on Inuyasha. Miroku hadn't know him before Kagome introduced them (ah, the happy memories) but it was quite obvious that Inuyasha had gotten a lot softer after meeting Kagome. That woman had a strange affect on others, perhaps that was also the reason why a man such as Sesshoumaru didn't dislike her company. Still, it wasn't like Kagome would ever had the same effect on Sesshoumaru and he was by nature more guarded person than Inuyasha was.

There was something about tonight that bugged Miroku but he couldn't quite grasp it. He let his eyes wonder around the room and, yet again, he looked at the cover of his loved book that hung on the wall, and suddenly it hit him. Sesshoumaru had behaved very oddly when they had talked about that book. Of course Sesshoumaru behaved always a bit oddly but this was different. Miroku had a strange feeling like he had had a key in his hand but he hadn't been quite able to get that key into the right lock, even though he knew the lock was near. Sesshoumaru was hiding something. It was something that he was hiding deep within himself. Perhaps even he didn't know it was there…

But all that was beside the point right now. The big issue of the night was how awfully cutely Sesshoumaru had flushed when Miroku had groped him just a tiny bit, well, okay, a bit more than that, his hands had been pretty much everywhere he could get them to go and he had found some juicy things. Sesshoumaru had a very nice ass indeed.

Still, it was more than hilarious how he had nearly fled out of the door in order to get away from Miroku. Miroku almost, just almost, felt a little sorry for him. Not that he regretted what he had done. Kagome would be very angry at him but that couldn't be helped. No, he didn't regret, and just because that short moment of intense groping had proven him that if he ever got to truly seduce Sesshoumaru, he was absolutely certain that Sesshoumaru could do some amazing things to him with those goods.

Only problem was that Sesshoumaru would definitely be his hardest target to win over. He was a man who wouldn't do anything if it wasn't on his own initiative, best semes were like that and Miroku only took the bests.

Miroku licked his lips. It was a nice thought, but utterly unrealistic. He was sure he would never really get the chance to truly try but that didn't matter. Just the thought was enough; it was so extremely delicious thought to have in mind. And most importantly, it made him forget that he had actually missed a date (meaning hot, steamy sex) with that nice assed guy he had planned to spend the night with.

Bloody Sesshoumaru…

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The morning was bright and sunny. Birds were singing and nature was peaceful. The Tashou-estate was also in this state of morning peace. At least it was until a black sports car raced in full speed along the courtyard's road and stopped too suddenly in front of the house. The quiet peace was easily broken.

A small woman, about 155cm tall, hopped out of the car and stomped in her high heels to the door. She opened the lock with an old fashioned key and stepped inside.

She shut the door behind her and took a deep breath. Then the ear-splitting shouting began. "SESSHOOOOMARUUU! WHERE ARE YOU, YOU FUCKING LAZYASS WRITER! I WANT MY PAYCHECK AND I NEED YOUR BLOODY FUCKING TEXT RIGHT NOW YOU HEAR ME!"

"Be quiet Amaya. I am right here", Sesshoumaru said with his voice like velvet and disappeared again to the kitchen.

Amaya marched into the kitchen and looked around like a maniac. Sesshoumaru found this rather amusing, Amaya was quite a persona.

"Cease your musings, you useless good-for-nothing! I still haven't got the text and I swear I'll do something very nasty if I don't get it and soon", Amaya growled and tapped her shoe to the floor.

Sesshoumaru's lips curled a little to something that could have been a smile. He pointed behind Amaya, who turned around and squealed out of enjoyment. On the side table was the print out of the text as well as the disk the text was in.

Amaya sprinted to the text, grabbed it and ran to her car as fast as she could. She threw the whole thing into her car and ran back inside.

"Sesshoumaru", she purred as she walked to him, "you are the most wonderful person I have ever worked with." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and smiled adorably. She looked completely different than what she had looked before. Now she was all innocence and happy friendliness, when just a moment ago she had looked like a serial killer ready to commit her next murder.

"I cannot understand why you are so agitated about this. It isn't even close to the deadline", Sesshoumaru murmured and continued his task in hand. He was making coffee.

Amaya sat down on the kitchen table (she sat on a table whenever it was possible) and watched intensely at Sesshoumaru. "You are making a cup for me too, right?" she made sure and arranged a pleading, cute look in her big blue eyes.

"Yes, I'll make enough, and don't even try to use your tricks on me", Sesshoumaru answered and didn't even bother to look at his editor.

"Aww, you're not fun at all", Amaya whined and pouted.

"You didn't answer me you pixiewoman, why did you want that script so early?"

"Stop calling me short you oversensitive sorry excuse of a man!"

"Don't be so rude. Just answer."

"Yeah, yeah… You really are no fun at all!" Amaya pouted again but continued shortly, "The reason I wanted it so early, is simply because I felt like it."

"I guess I should have know", Sesshoumaru muttered.

Amaya didn't listen, her thoughts were already elsewhere. "You know what happened last weekend?"

"To you, or to me?" Sesshoumaru asked his voice even.

"To me of course, how the hell would I know what you did? Though I hope you worked, you had such a great opportunity to work when there was no-one to disturb you."

"You really don't care even if some of the authors you work with would collapse from exhaustion simply because of too much work, do you?" Sesshoumaru asked dryly and turned to look at the small brunette businesswoman sitting on his kitchen table.

"No, not really, as long as I get the finished script on time, with the best results naturally. Besides, true art is always born from suffering."

Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes.

"Stop that. Do you wanna hear about my fantastic weekend or not?" Amaya snapped.

"I guess that I have no choice, you will tell no matter what I say."

"True enough so listen up. You do remember my boss, yes? The one with long, black, wavy hair, brown eyes and gorgeous body."

"Are you speaking of Naraku?"

"Yes, of course I'm speaking of him, are you slow or what?" Amaya said and swayed her legs that hung far above the ground.

"Then why don't you just say his name and leave the body anatomy", Sesshoumaru said and gave the editor a weird look.

"Because I like his body more than I like his name, that's why. Now stop asking silly questions so I can continue", Amaya explained like she would be talking to an idiot and gave Sesshoumaru an angry look with her icy eyes.

Sesshoumaru only nodded. He was obviously amused by the fact that Amaya's mind worked so differently than other people's.

"Well", Amaya started her story, "I was just about to leave home from work. It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening and I had been in the office since, well, who knows how long. Anyway, I was sooo tired that I didn't even notice that I was walking in a wrong direction. Suddenly I collided with someone and found myself lying on the floor with someone very masculine on top of me.

"I was just about to shout some very nasty things to him, but then I noticed that it was this gorgeous man with ulterior looks that I am allowed to call my boss. Some things led to another and I ended up having hot, steamy and mind blowing sex with him the whole bloody weekend! It was amazing! Pure sex with no attachments, what more could a woman want?" Amaya told with a dreamy look on her face.

"That's weird. I've got the picture that women always want something more, something else. That's why I find your sex so utterly tiring group of people."

"Oh, shut up, you big snob. Why don't you turn gay? At least I would be having fun after that…"

"I'm sure you would…" Sesshoumaru muttered and rolled his eyes yet again.

"Oh yeah, I did have something to tell you too, I mean in business", Amaya said suddenly, her voice was all business in a blink of an eye.

"Let's hear it then", Sesshoumaru sighed and went to the coffee machine to pour them cups of coffee.

"I made a reservation to my favorite restaurant and you are coming with me. I have a new job for you."

Sesshoumaru didn't like the idea at all. Just the very thought of going to a place filled with people he didn't know was more than suffocating. He was just about to refuse whole heartedly, but that bloody pixiewoman got ahead of him.

"You do realize of course that I do not take a 'no' for an answer. You are coming and that's it. You have to see the outside world from time to time, you know."

"You are planning something, aren't you?" Sesshoumaru asked suspicious. Amaya always had a double reason to everything she did. Sesshoumaru knew that she wouldn't even sleep with her "gorgeous" superior if she didn't gain something out of it. She was a coldblooded tactic.

"How can you say that?" Amaya was all innocence, a certain sign that she was up to something.

"Simply because you always are", Sesshoumaru answered nonchalantly and sipped his coffee.

Amaya smirked. "Why, thank you so much, sweetie! I'm honored!" She said looking evilly happy. She jumped down from the table and walked to Sesshoumaru. She grabbed a strand of his hair and pulled him down so she could give him another kiss on the cheek.

Then she laughed her usual bell-like laugh and started to walk out of the kitchen assuring him that she would come to get him on the next day.

After she had left as quickly as she had come, she always did that, appearing and non-appearing, Sesshoumaru sighed and went back to his study. He knew he had a day full of torture ahead of him; there was no way to avoid it. When his editor got something in her stubborn pixiehead, there was no force on the planet that could stop her.

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And that was the third chapter. I hope you liked it. Please review and tell me. And thousand thankyous to CHANisHIDDEN who sent me a message and reminded me of this story and gave me a reason to write it. And no, I don't dislike it when people message me, please go ahead, it gives me strenght (in some very wierd way...).

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Yours truly

Val