InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Beat of a Butterfly's Wings ❯ Swimsuit?! ( Chapter 9 )

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Chapter 9: Swimsuit?!

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At the police station the officer was incredibly nice, but I didn't miss that while he was walking us through all the steps he seemed to think it was pointless. They knew all too well the girls that claimed to be attacked by Naraku and how no matter what evidence they brought against him the man always seemed to get away - without even a slap on the wrist. They took samples of the blood and sent them to the lab before they filed my report. I was too worn out by the time we were finished to even start the ball rolling on pressing charges so Sango and Miroku decided that it was time to take me home - once we made a swing by the hospital. When I got there I'd found out that the blood hadn't all been Naraku's; although most of it had been, I did have a split lip from the blow to my face along with a terrible welt that looked as bad as it felt.

 

Sango decided once we got to my apartment that she was going to stay the night and after she made a quick run to the nearest convenient store we wished Miroku sweet dreams and good night.

 

“What'd you get?” I asked, hiding a yawn behind my hand as I watched her from the couch, incredibly glad that she was staying with me for the night.

 

She smiled and pulled out a large carton of ice cream with a flourish, “Comfort food for my favorite girl~!” she cried enthusiastically, holding out the ice cream for me to see.

 

I face faulted into the couch before I looked back up at her and said with big, adoring puppy eyes, “Sango! I love you! You got the coffee flavor!”

 

“I love you too Kags!” she chirped as she pulled two tablespoons out of the drawer in the kitchen and pranced over to sit with me on the couch. “And after tonight you definitely deserve it!” She hugged me and I couldn't help but start to sniffle, the tears pricking my eyes as my gratefulness bubbled up and caught in my throat.

 

Throwing my arms around my best friend I couldn't stop the quiet sob that escaped my lips before I muttered into her shoulder, “I was so scared Sango. I - I didn't know if I was going to get away. And I don't know what he would have done if -“

 

“Shh,” she cooed, rubbing a hand on my back comfortingly, “Thank God we don't have to think about the `if's' Kags. You're safe now and we're going to do everything we can to bring that man down, damn it. He picked the wrong girl to mess with,” she finished with a growl.

 

I looked up at her with a watery smile and mumbled, “Thank you Sango, I really don't know what I'd do without you guys.”

 

“Another thing you don't have to worry about,” she chuckled and gave me one final squeeze before I straightened and she set the ice cream carton down on the table with a `thump'. “We'll always be here for you - anytime you need us to come and stay with you, you just let us know, ok? I really don't like that you live alone,” she frowned as she pulled the lid off and the beautiful coffee flavored ice cream became visible. “Thank goodness you have a dog now at least… Although she's still a puppy.”

 

The dog in question sat next to Sango's feet giving her a perplexed look and we both laughed. “I don't know how good of a guard dog she'd be,” I chuckled before I brandished my spoon and dug into the block of soft, sweet, goodness, otherwise known as ice cream. Despite my exhaustion I was afraid to sleep so we spent several hours watching TV and movies that I owned until we both couldn't keep our eyes open any longer. And so we fell asleep on the couch, Sango, Ran, and I all curled together with an empty ice cream carton on the coffee table in front of us.

 

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“Are you gonna tell him?” Sango asked from the kitchen where she was making eggs.

 

I stretched, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, “What?”

 

“Sesshoumaru,” she said as if it explained everything.

 

Which it did. “Um,” I mumbled, tilting my head in thought. I remembered how angry Sesshoumaru got just over Naraku holding my hand and kissing it and I shook my head, “Oh man, if he found out he'd be so pissed.”

 

“Of course he would - because he should,” she said emphatically.

 

“I don't want to worry him though,” I said thoughtfully, placing my chin in my hands as I put my elbows on the back of the couch so I could face Sango.

 

“I think he has a right to know though,” she flipped the eggs skillfully before she turned to face me again, “He might feel hurt if he's left out of the loop.”

 

“True,” I muttered, eyes focused on the carpet as I thought. One strand, two, three…ten, eleven…twenty-nine, thir-

 

“Kagome!” Sango's voice interrupted my very deep contemplative thoughts - yes, counting the strands in the carpet. Uh-huh.

 

“Hm?” I snapped my head up so quickly I thought I heard something pop, “What's up?”

 

“Eggs are done, space cadet,” she chortled.

 

“Gee, thanks,” I snorted, holding out my hand to take the plate of warm eggs.

 

“So, yes, no?” she asked, eyebrow arched as she sat down on the couch, settling the plate on her lap.

 

I sighed thoughtfully before I nodded, “I'll tell him I guess, but honestly Sango, how am I supposed to do that?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Oh, hey Sesshoumaru, how's it going? Yeah, I'm not volunteering today cause I'm supposed to avoid as many routine places as possible now. Oh yeah, why's that? Well, funny you should ask because the thing is I got sexually assaulted last night by the creepy, stalker guy you warned me about. Yeah, Naraku, that's right, He decided to pay me a visit at the dance club last night,” I finished and gave Sango a wilting look.

 

“Well,” she muttered, “you don't have to say it like that.”

 

“Well, then how would you do it,” I pursed my lips, waiting for her answer.

 

“Um, well, about that,” she giggled nervously. “I honestly have no idea.”

 

“I thought so,” I snickered. “So as of now we're stuck,” I stated happily, glad that maybe I wouldn't have to tell him just yet.

 

“It would seem so,” she grumbled, taking a large bite of egg. “Give me a few minutes to think of something.”

 

In the end she was only able to say that she didn't know how I should say it but that I definitely needed to tell him. We'd left it at that and around noon she'd had leave to go do some work at the office but promised she'd have her cell on and that she'd be back around 4 or 5 with movies. And so that was how I found myself at 2 o'clock in the afternoon reading my current English novel, “The Falcon at the Portal” by Elizabeth Peters, one of my favorite authors.

 

I was so engrossed in the book - right in the middle of a confrontation between Ramses and Nefret - that I was actually doing a very good job of blocking out all thoughts of the horror from the night before. I yawned despite my interest in the book, exhausted from my lack of sleep, and turned the page with bated breath when a knock sounded on the door. Sleepily looking over at the door and Ran who was belting out in joyous, welcoming song I called from my place on the couch, “Coming!”

 

Making my way to the door I slid the chain lock in place and began to open the door without looking through the peephole first.

 

In hindsight that was unbelievably stupid and something that I blame fully on my exhaustion. I mean, who opens the door - chain lock or not - without looking out the peephole - the day after you've been attacked by a guy who's been following you and probably knows where you live? Probably nobody who's actually fully utilizing the grey matter between his or her ears, that's who.

 

Did I say exhausted? Because I meant to say beyond extremely comatose coupled with some seriously frazzled nerves!

 

When I opened the door - the thought of Naraku never once crossing my mind that currently seemed to be down for the count - I found myself face to face with Sesshoumaru. I jumped with a startled, “Ah!” and tried to slam the door shut in a completely reflexive reaction, hoping desperately that he hadn't noticed the mess that was my face. It was then that I found myself pulling against an incredible force and had to admit that playing tug-of-war with Sesshoumaru was like trying to pull an elephant uphill by hand - impossible.

 

Looking up at his face I found such a mixture of horror, concern, and protective fury that I let go of the door, my hands numb, and just stood there blinking at him like a possum that you caught in your garbage can at night - before he keels over and plays dead, of course, which is precisely what I contemplated doing at that very moment.

 

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“So you're saying that even though we have hard evidence that he'll probably end up not even getting charged? What the f-“ I growled angrily over the phone at the lawyer that I was talking to.

 

“Ma'am I'm sorry, but you asked me to be honest and I can honestly tell you that in several of the other cases they had outstanding evidence and the man walked away without a charge,” the lawyer sighed, sounding slightly disgusted. Not as disgusted as I am, I grumbled.

 

“Look, just - can you give me somebody, anybody, that might give us a fighting chance in court? Or would at least be willing to take our case?” I muttered grumpily. He was the fifth lawyer that I'd contacted since I left Kagome's apartment and I was beginning to feel like I was fighting an uphill battle. Nobody wanted to touch the man. Most of the lawyers that had represented the victims found themselves without a job or had their law firms shut down. The man was a monster and nobody that I'd called so far wanted to touch the case with a ten-foot pole - despite the hard evidence we had.

 

“I can't really think of anyone Ma'am, my apologies,” he said in a sympathetic tone.

 

“Well, thank you,” I mumbled, running a hand through my hair in frustration as I hung up and looked at the next number in yellow pages section for lawyers.

 

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She stood there, only partially visible through the open door, blinking and staring at me and for a moment I was afraid she was going to collapse. My emotions were such a tangled jumble of shock, horror, worry, and fury that I didn't even know where to begin to sort them out and so I too stood there, my hand on the door in a crushing grip as I tried to control the youki that was roaring for release.

 

It wanted blood.

 

Finally after a painfully long time where I battled for control and fought the urge to go and rip off the head of the perpetrator - and I had a damn good idea who it was - she broke the silence with a loud cough as she cleared her throat, “Um, why don't you come in?”

 

I stared at her for a short moment before I released my hold on the door and allowed her to undo the lock. Opening the door she motioned me inside and I stepped into the entryway, eyes pinned on her face the entire time. I opened my mouth to speak, an unbidden growl already beginning to rumble in my chest as I clenched my fists, the claws drawing blood, while I tried to keep the youki at bay.

 

I couldn't stand to see her hurt. It terrified me and enraged me all at the same time. I'd never liked being afraid.

 

Before I could form words with my leaden tongue she beat me to it, “Um, well I guess I should start with the five `w's.”

 

My jaw clicked shut in surprise and then I managed to pry it open again, asking in confusion, “The five `w's?”

 

“Yes,” she nodded, “What, when, who, where, and why.”

 

“Ah, yes,” I coughed, trying to draw in a deep, calming breath while I counted to ten.

 

“Um, first of all,” she started as she sat down sideways on her couch Indian style and I sat down imitating her position, “I thought I should tell you, but I didn't really know how to start so...but now that you're here.”

 

She squirmed slightly and I tried to keep the crimson from my eyes, still unable to take them away from the site of her poor, abused face. “Alright,” she sighed, a great release of breath as she squared her shoulders, “What happened? I got attacked last night at Atom by Naraku who decided that slamming me into a corner and trapping me there was a good idea. Why? Because he's a sick bastard who apparently sees the words `no' and `never' as a turn on and an invitation to force himself on women.”

 

If I had thought I was angry before I'd had no idea. My blood boiled, my heartbeat jumped to a feverish pace, and my mind was racing. But not only was I angry, no, I was filled with such concern, and horror, and a desire to comfort her in some way that it left me breathless and unable to form a coherent thought.

 

She was watching me wide eyed and I knew that my eyes had bled crimson and the lines on my face had grown jagged, the air around me crackling in my bloodlust and so I wrestled with myself; scaring her the last thing on the list of things I wanted to do. No, that list consisted primarily of what I wanted to do to a certain black haired man who didn't deserve to draw another breath.

 

“I'm ok though,” she started, voice worried as she tried to calm me.

 

Finally trusting my voice to not come out as a growl I asked tentatively, lifting my hand towards her face, “May I?”

 

She nodded and I leaned forward to examine the damage done to her beautiful, innocent face. The welt spread lengthwise down the left side, mostly on her cheek and a part of her mouth but it was obvious from the size and the coloring that it had been done with a large hand and unrestrained force. Her lip was cut and swollen in one place and I couldn't stop the low growl that reverberated in my chest at the sight. Reaching my hand out hesitantly I touched the offended flesh with a feather's caress, but she still winced with a sharp intake of breath. “I'm sorry,” I murmured, pulling my hand back as if it had been burned.

 

“No,” she smiled, “I was… I was really scared,” she started shakily and before I knew it I'd wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into my lap causing a gasp to escape her abused lips. Staring at me wide-eyed for a moment before she adjusted herself slightly within my arms, her scent was like a calming perfume for my raging youki. I'm here, I'm ok, it's ok, it seemed to whisper and I felt myself growing calmer, my heart slowing from it's insane rhythm.

 

“I think I made him angry yesterday,” she murmured as she looked up at me and I found my hand in her hair, my fingers running through the black tresses in a comforting gesture. “He `ran into me' when I was leaving the school on my way home and I,” she shook her head, “I told him that I didn't want anything to do with him and that there wasn't a snowball's chance in Hell that I ever would.”

 

I blinked at her, at the injured little spitfire in my arms, and I didn't know whether to be proud of her for her mettle or to groan at the words that, as she'd said, for sick bastards like Naraku would only serve to solidify their determination.

 

She laughed, a quiet, breathy laugh, when she saw my consternated expression and said, “Yes, I know. Probably not the wisest thing to have said.”

 

I said nothing, not trusting myself to speak intelligently, my brain still too traumatized by everything that I could see myself really putting my foot in it or exploding - one of the two and neither one sounded appealing, so I settled for silent gestures of comfort. Pulling her closer I watched her intently as she continued, comforted by the warmth and the feel of her petite frame in my arms.

 

“But he found me at Atom when I left the bathroom. The corner over there's really dark and nobody really pays attention to it so it's not uncommon to find people,” she blushed, “doing,” cough, “stuff. I was alone and there was no else around and he was so strong.” She shivered, a grimace crossing her face, her eyes dark as her mind took her back to that moment and I couldn't stop the protective rumble that resounded from my chest.

 

Looking up at me in surprise she blushed before she continued, voice shaky at first, “He told me that I needed to quit resisting him - that it was only making him want me more and then he tried to kiss my neck,” she pulled a face and said in a stronger voice, “I tried to fight with him when he first grabbed me and threw me against the wall, but he caught my hands and covered my mouth with the other and used his body to trap mine.” As the crimson started to bleed into my eyes again, the thought of his disgusting body against hers making me want nothing more than to go on a bloody rampage, she quickly added in a louder voice, her small hand reaching out to gently rest on my shoulder, “But it was ok. I bit his hand before he got to kiss me or do anything else for that matter. It made him move just enough for me to get in a good kick with my knee, but not before he'd slapped me with his injured hand. But I'm ok, I got away,” she finished, a shaky smile on her lips as the scent of tears that rested just beneath the surface pricked my nose.

 

She's been so brave despite her fear.

 

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I'd finished my explanation and despite my insistence that I was ok I found the tears pricking my eyes again as I relived the awful experience. Sesshoumaru's presence did wonders to make me feel safe and calm, but in my mind's eyes I could see his leering face, on my skin I could feel his acidic breath, and in my ears I could hear his oily voice as he told me to give in.

 

Lost in my dark thoughts I couldn't keep myself from jumping when I was pulled protectively and tenderly into Sesshoumaru's chest - more than I already was - his face touching mine in a gentle caress before he buried it in my hair, inhaling deeply. Speaking in a low voice choked with emotion that warmed me to my very core he murmured, “It's ok now. It's ok.”

 

Pulling back from me he looked into my face, golden eyes impossibly warm as he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, “You were so brave. You should be proud of yourself, Kagome.” He paused and then brought his face to mine, our noses touching as he stared into my eyes, letting the emotions that swirled in the amber depths support his next words, “I'm so glad that you're safe. I'm only sorry that I wasn't there and that I can't do now what I could have done several centuries ago.”

 

At this last part I couldn't help but stiffen in confusion - and a little bit of surprise. I'm only 21 years old and he was talking about an era several centuries ago because he'd actually been alive during that time? I knew he'd been alive of course, but to hear him talk about it was still a little mind-boggling.

 

Staring at him with my face oozing in bewilderment I asked very eloquently, “Huh?” Oh yes, do I know how to articulate a question delicately, or do I? So embarrassing, I moaned as I resisted the urge to blush.

 

He looked at me now, my bewilderment reflecting in his handsome face as he asked somewhat uncertainly, “To which part exactly?”

 

“Oh, um,” I blushed slightly, “the whole, uh, `several centuries ago' bit.” I coughed as I tried to extinguish the small flames that were currently heating my cheeks.

 

His eyes flashed with specks of crimson for a moment before he said in a flat tone, “Centuries ago I would've had every right to kill that bastard in whatever way I pleased. I could've ripped out his insides or filled him with just enough poison to ensure his death would be long and painful or -“ He stopped suddenly and had the decency to blush slightly.

 

I couldn't help but stare.

 

The gentle, caring man in front of me was talking about killing in a very intimate way and it was a little, well, out of place, shocking, and strangely amusing. The giggles were silent at first but then very quickly I found myself shaking with laughter as Sesshoumaru's blush grew more vibrant. It's nice for once to be the one making him blush, I thought wickedly as I watched his face through the tears caused by my mirth.

 

Finally getting a hold on myself - slightly - I managed to chortle, “Sorry! It was just so…so…haha.”

 

“You asked,” he muttered, the blush starting to cool.

 

“So I did,” I snorted. “Sorry. It's just I didn't expect you to say that.” Snicker.

“Well personally - to be completely honest - I wouldn't really mind if you did any one of those things to the creep. I don't like violence but, well, he crossed the line,” I shrugged and he smiled wolfishly and I was reminded yet again, that the man in front of me was really a powerful predator - as well as a lovely person. Talk about layers. Maybe youkai are like ogres and onions…

 

“I know, I'm an elementary teacher so people expect me to be really against violence but,” I paused, looking at the ceiling thoughtfully. “Well, in my opinion people like that, who are repeat offenders, and who can't respect woman enough to keep their grubby hands off - I think the victims deserve some sort of retribution or should at least be able to strike out in their own defense.”

 

“I couldn't agree with you more,” he chuckled and ruffled my hair, eyes twinkling. “I have to admit I was surprised when you said that you injured him. I'm quite impressed.”

 

“Ah,” I blushed, “well, being someone who seems to have a knack for attracting trouble it's not the first time I've had to…use force to get the point across.”

 

His smile disappeared and a growl rumbled up, reverberating out of his broad chest and I couldn't help but shiver - not in a bad way mind you, “Let's hope this is the last time you'll have trouble. You went to the police last night of course?”

 

“Yes,” I nodded, “Sango and Miroku took me to the station and we sent the blood in for tests and filed the report. The police seemed to think that it was hopeless though… I guess nobody's ever managed to even get him charged,” I sighed. “I don't even know if I'll be able to get a restraining order on him if I can't him get him charged for anything.”

 

“You just leave that to me, Kagome,” he purred, eyes fiercely protective as he pulled me close again and I couldn't help the blush that lit on my cheeks or the warm feeling that filled my heart.

 

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“Sagai-san,” my secretary called on the phone, “You have a call from Sesshoumaru Taisho on line one.”

 

“Thank you, Miho,” I mumbled before I pushed the button to transfer the line. “Mr. Taisho, what can I do for you this afternoon? Is there something concerning Rin?”

 

“No, actually I have favor to ask you, but before you accept or decline I want to assure you that your job will be safe,” he said in the cool, businesslike voice I knew so well.

 

To say my curiosity was roused would be an understatement. Why in the world would my job not be safe, I wondered before I asked, “Alright, Mr. Taisho. What's this favor then?”

 

“I'd like you to take on a case for someone close to me that has…had a run-in with Naraku Hayashi,” he stated dully, only a trace of his fury leaking through the calm tone.

 

I winced.

 

I couldn't help it.

 

Shit, not another one, I growled, that sick bastard's already destroyed enough people...most of the women were stupid but that's no excuse. Just because you're born lacking certain qualities doesn't mean you should be taken advantage of…

 

“Someone close to, you said. A relation?” I asked calmly, my voice never once betraying my disgust and irritation.

 

“No, not a relation. I don't think you would know her but her name is Kagome Higurashi. She's Ri-“ he started but I cut him off with a small gasp.

 

“Did you just Kagome Higurashi?” I asked quickly, the worry in my voice actually rising to the surface.

 

“Yes, do you know her?” he asked, surprise lacing his tone.

 

I laughed dryly, “Yes, I know her. She's my cousin.”

 

“So will you take the case?” he asked, voice back to the businesslike tone.

 

“Yes, but is she ok? I'm surprised she would fall for his tricks,” I murmured, my mind going in a hundred directions all at once. “I don't know Kagome all that well, we aren't close, but I never thought she was the kind to get caught up with a guy like Naraku.”

 

A growl sounded on the other side of the phone before he calmed himself and said in a cold voice, “Unfortunately, this is not one of Naraku's typical patterns. She wasn't fooled and she even told him she wanted nothing to do with him.”

 

I groaned, “Oh Kagome, you firebrand.”

 

“Yes,” he sighed, “she does seem to have a knack for getting into trouble but that's besides the point. He's been following her for a while now I believe, and last night he attacked her at a dance club she often goes to with her friends.”

 

“How badly,” I said quietly, afraid to ask.

 

“She actually got away quickly but she has a split lip and a nasty welt on her face from when he hit her after she bit him.”

 

I didn't know whether to hang my head in defeat or be proud for my cousin. “You realize he's not going to give up so easily, correct?”

 

“Of course I realize it. I particularly don't like the fact that she lives alone and that he undoubtedly knows exactly where she lives,” he growled and once again my curiosity was roused.

 

Exactly what type of relationship does he have with my cousin, I wondered and desperately wanted to ask, but at the moment it didn't seem like a very professional question so I resisted the urge. Barely.

 

“Yes, that's not good,” I said instead. “Has she filed a report with the police?”

 

“Yes, they also got a blood sample from when he slapped her with his injured hand,” he answered, voice gruff.

 

“And you say you think he's been following her?”

 

“She's had several `run-ins' that were not that at all. If they were, I'm a cat,” he growled. “I'll let her tell you about those though when you speak with her. Do you think you can speak with her tomorrow or is your schedule full?”

 

“I'll move some things around. I can be free at 4,” I replied flipping through my schedule book.

 

“Good,” he murmured, relief filling his voice. “I'll let her know then. Thank you, Sagai-san.”

 

“Please,” I grumbled, “she's my cousin and I've been dying to try my hand at bringing that pig down. It'll be my pleasure - but I can't make any promises other than that I will do my best.”

 

“That's all I can ask,” he replied, his smile evident even over the phone.

 

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“Hayashi-san,” Kanna said in a flat tone that held no emotion - typical - when I picked up my cell phone Sunday morning, “You wanted to know if anyone called the office.”

 

“So, someone's called then?” I growled.

 

“Yes, a lawyer's secretary to be exact. Apparently they're planning on bringing charges against you,” she replied dully.

 

Glaring at the hand that had nearly healed, the arched cuts from weak human teeth still marring the pale flesh, I hissed, “Well you'd better do something about it. Who is it?”

 

“Actually Sir, it's interesting that you should ask. We can't touch her. She works for the Taisho family,” she murmured.

 

“Kikyo Sagai,” I scoffed, “she's just a business lawyer. What the hell is she doing on a case like this?”

 

“I knew you'd want to know that so I took the liberty of looking at her profile,” Kanna's dead voice sounded. “She works as a business lawyer but is perfectly capable of handling other types of trials.”

 

“Well, if we can't touch her then I suggest that you think of something fast,” I growled, lips twisted in an angry snarl as I looked at my hand once more. “Find out if the victim went to a station and if she did, which one. I want to know who can be bribed so I suggest that you do it now. If this blows up in my face I'll personally make sure that you don't live long, am I understood?”

 

“Yes, Hayashi-san,” she replied calmly.

 

“Don't bother me unless you've got something significant to tell me,” I finished, angrily snapping the phone closed before she could respond. Sitting in my chair where I'd been reading the morning newspaper I slammed my fist down on the table, a crack materializing in the wood with a sickening creak.

 

This is not over. The bitch will pay, I thought furiously, my face twisting into a mask of sickening anticipation. She's only sealed her fate by insulting me. She'll learn what it's like to be mine and to be punished by my hand.

 

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Monday Higurashi-sensei wasn't at school - to everyone's disappointment. Ms. Suzuki said that she wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be back for at least a few days, but I knew what had really happened.

 

On Sunday my Dad had left to take Higurashi-sensei to see Sagai-san. He said she was ok but that she'd been hurt by a bad man so she needed a lawyer to get help - just like he and I needed one to get away from Mom. He wouldn't tell me anything else but I knew that it was why she wasn't at school. It upset me a lot, knowing she'd been hurt. I was scared, but I knew that Dad would take care of her. He'd protect her and so I just had to trust him.

 

When Dad got home he seemed to be stuck in deep contemplation about something and my curiosity was piqued.

 

“Dad, what are you thinking about?” I asked, following him into the kitchen where he'd started pulling out a few pots and pans.

 

“Hm?” he looked at me as if he hadn't noticed I was there before he answered, “Oh. Something's come up. I called the school already so that's taken care of but…I have to call Kagome.”

 

“What's come up? You're being a little bit vague Dad,” I mumbled, perplexed as he distractedly began making supper.

 

“Your Grandfather is sending me on an errand. It's ridiculous really,” he held a pan under the faucet of running water before setting it on the stove. “He wants me to go to Greece for him and purchase some real estate.”

 

“Greece?” I questioned, voice squeaking in surprise. “What in the world?”

 

“My words precisely,” he muttered grumpily as he strode to the refrigerator and pulled out some carrots, onions, and various mushrooms. Setting them down on the counter he began rinsing them off as he continued, “The old man has decided that he'd like to spend some of his extra money on resort property in Greece. Apparently he's been watching the market there for a while and it's one of his favorite places to vacation so he's gotten the idea into his head to buy a hotel or two.” Dad sighed in obvious annoyance before he pulled a knife out of the drawer and took it out on the vegetables. I winced slightly as he chopped with smooth, aggressive strokes and the image of a man being cut by a sword came to mind. Only Dad cutting vegetables would make me think of something so violent, I chuckled. It just looks normal and harmless when other people do it.

 

“Now of all times,” he continued to grumble, the carrots being sliced and diced at an alarming rate. “It wouldn't be so bad if this whole situation wasn't going on. I wouldn't even mind going to Greece, it's beautiful there but,” the top of the onion went flying, “now is just not a good time.”

 

I arched an eyebrow in question, feeling like I was still missing something - something that no doubt had to do with Teacher. “Why can't Uncle Inuyasha do it then?”

 

“He's in the middle of an important deal right now. He can't leave. I'm the only one who happens to be in the middle of a lull and so I'm the only one that can go. There's going to be an auction for his favorite place so we can't go any other time,” he sighed as he threw the vegetables into the skillet with a little bit of water and soy sauce. “I tried to get out it but the old man wouldn't hear it. He's been watching that hotel for years and now's his chance so,” he stopped mid-sentence as he turned to look at me, his hand moving the chopsticks in a deft motion as he cooked the vegetables, “I'm sorry dear but we'll be leaving tomorrow morning at 9 from the airport so we'll need to pack tonight. We'll only be there for one full day though so you don't need to pack a lot.”

 

“I'm going with you?” I asked, surprised. “To Greece? So that's why you called the school...”

 

“Yes, your Grandfather thinks you would love it there and since it won't be business the entire time I thought maybe you and I could spend some time together, “ he smiled gently, his first real smile since he'd walked in the door. But then he continued and his expression changed, “I need to call Kagome about the next couple days. I really don't like leaving her right now with everything that's going on,” he grumbled, eyebrows drawn down into a scowl.

 

Yeah, I thought with a laugh, Kagome's going to be just fine - with Dad all worried about her.

 

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My cell phone rang at around 7 on Monday night while I was in the middle of watching a new American movie that I'd ordered online, The Illusionist. Picking it up - once again forgetting to check the caller ID - I began cheerfully, “Hello, Kagome Higurashi speaking. How may I help you?”

 

Yeah, yeah - you laugh! But, it could have been my boss calling me to tell me to get my butt back in school - never mind that I had a couple sick days saved up.

 

There was a small, deep chuckle and I couldn't stop the blush that appeared on my cheeks as Sesshoumaru's silky voice spoke on the other end, “Glad to see you're sounding well.”

 

“Oh, Sesshoumaru,” I winced and hit my forehead silently. “What's up?”

 

“Well I wanted to call and make sure, I know you're taking a few days off this week… So I wanted to make sure that you had somebody to stay with you for the next couple of days,” he spoke calmly, voice warm and friendly.

 

I couldn't help myself. I got dreamy eyed for a minute. Can you blame me? I didn't think so. Who wouldn't like to have Sesshoumaru Taisho calling them up to check on them? Hmm?

 

“Oh,” I finally got my lips moving after a fractional pause, “Yes, I'll be off until Thursday or Friday. The boss wasn't too happy about that, but I'd rather not go for just a couple more days. My wits are scrambled,” I chuckled.

 

“Of course,” he purred and I leaned back into the cushioned back of the couch. “So do you have someone to stay with you for the next couple of days?”

 

I laughed, “Sango offered but I know this week is really busy for her so I waved her off. I'm fine here anyway.”

 

“Sango's busy?” he asked, concern lacing his tone.

 

“Yeah, there're a bunch of things she has to cover this week along with several massive articles that have to be written for the next publication,” I shrugged nonchalantly - not like he could see me.

 

“Well is there anyone else who can stay with you?” he asked, the concern growing more pronounced in his voice.

 

“Not that I can think of, “ I started, feeling puzzled, “Why? I'm really ok now. A little frazzled, but quite fine here by myself.”

 

“Kagome,” he said gently, “denial isn't going to make Naraku any less angry or less likely to want to try something again. It's not safe for you to be there by yourself.”

 

“Well, I'm trying not to be paranoid here,” I grumbled petulantly. “I don't want to let him get to me so much that I'm always looking over my shoulder.”

 

“I'm not asking you to be paranoid,” he sighed and I could just see him running a hand through his hair. That gorgeous hair… My go- It was so soft that one time when - Ahem. Right, he's talking. Focus. “But I do want you to be cautious,” his voice turned slightly pleading.

 

Only Sesshoumaru can plead and still sound way too sexy, while other men would just sound whiny. Honestly, how does the man do it?

 

“I am being cautious,” I mumbled. “The door is always locked - but really I don't think I can stand inconveniencing people anymore. Sango's stayed here for three nights already.”

 

“I know your friends don't feel like you're inconveniencing them.”

 

“Well, I know that,” I huffed slightly, “but I feel like a burden.”

 

“And you're sure there's no one else?” he sighed, sounding strangely defeated. Hmm. He can be beat, I thought a little giddily. That's a first.

 

“Yes,” I replied quickly, sensing my victory. I was being perfectly honest when I said I felt like a burden on my friends. I hate being a burden. I hate feeling afraid. And to be completely honest I hated that Naraku was affecting us all so much. I didn't like giving the disgusting man so much power. So. I had reached a decision today and told Sango that I was fine, to sleep in her own bed, and to have a wonderful time going to all of those fascinating business conferences. Fun. I had her cell, I had my door's locked, I had Miroku put locks on my windows on Sunday night, I had Sesshoumaru's cell - I was fine. So I didn't know why he seemed so concerned, but now it looked like I'd finally convinced him.

 

“Then I have something to propose,” he started and there was a sudden firmness in his tone that made me instantly wary. I suddenly get the feeling that I counted my chickens before they hatched…

 

“I unfortunately must attend to some business for my Father in Greece. Rin and I'll be leaving tomorrow morning and be gone until Thursday evening so I wanted to see what your arrangements were for the next couples of days,” he began. “But since you say that you don't have anyone that can stay with you then I ask that you come with us.”

 

I sucked in a breath so hard and so fast that I choked. Yes, on my own spit. Yeah, that's right; don't even try to pretend that you've never done it!

 

“Kagome,” Sesshoumaru murmured, “are you all right?”

 

“Yeah,” cough, “I'm fine,” I choked out as I pounded my chest lightly. “Um, can you repeat that last bit for me, because I don't think I heard you right. I mean, call me crazy but I could have sworn that you just asked me to go with you to Greece,” I laughed.

 

“Your ears are quite fine then,” was his calm reply.

 

“Uh,” I said charmingly.

 

“Do you have a passport?”

 

“Un,” I answered numbly.

 

“I don't want you left alone while I'm gone. I know, you're probably starting to feel smothered, I'm not surprised and I don't blame you, but I can tell you right now he's not done with you. With men like Naraku after this last incident he's only going to be more determined to get you and he'll be far more angry this time,” he sighed and I grew warm despite myself, knowing that Sesshoumaru was worried about me.

 

“He's staying away for now - there are a couple of reasons that I can think of and one of them is that he knows I'm involved. He knows I asked Kikyo to work on the case. He also knows that I'll personally come after him if he tries anything, but Kagome,” he pleaded, “I can't protect you when I'm out of the country. And if he finds out I'm gone I wouldn't be surprised if he decided it was the opportune moment to strike out at you again. You know how strong he is - your door might not hold up against him if he had enough time.”

 

“But I can't just go with you to Greece,” I spluttered.

 

“Why not?” he countered, “You aren't going to school for a few days as it is. If you come with me I can keep you safe. The dogs can stay with Inuyasha. Think of it as a chance to relax.”

 

“But I can't just go with you to Greece,” I cried. Yes, I am repeating things. You know what they say, `Try, try again.'

 

He laughed then, “Well, why?”

 

“Be - because,” I stuttered, “it's - it's just crazy! I can't go with you to Greece! How inappropriate would that look?”

 

I could just imagine that perfect white eyebrow arching incredulously as he asked, “I don't know what you're insinuating, Kagome. Rin will be there and you'll have your own room of course.” As he finished his voice trembled with amusement and I knew he was teasing me. I of course reacted.

 

Cheeks on fire I protested, “I wasn't insinuating anything, but you know how people can talk. The parents at the school for instance.”

 

“They don't need to know,” he countered.

 

“What if - what if - gosh, I don't know. What if one of your many paparazzi found out and put it in a paper?”

 

He chuckled and I added, “Do you realize how much hate mail I would get?”

 

At that he burst out laughing out right, “Kagome,” he gasped, “If parents and paparazzi are all that you're worried about then I can assure you it'll be fine. Please, I'll beg if I have to.”

 

“Why in the world would you do that?” I scoffed.

 

“Because,” he murmured in an `isn't it obvious' tone, “I don't want anything to happen to you and I'm willing to do anything to make sure that nothing happens - begging would be the least.”

 

That confession from him, the man that others knew for his strength and prowess, for his powerful control over everything, touched me deeply. Here was the man that bowed to no one, and he was willing to beg me to do something just so that he could keep me safe… Under that pressure I couldn't' keep myself from cracking.

 

“But it's expensive,” I tried one last argument.

 

“I would pay far more to keep you with me and know that you were safe,” he replied in a voice that made a shiver run up my spine and set several butterflies fluttering in my stomach. “I'll buy the ticket then and be at your house tomorrow at 7, is that alright?”

 

“Er,” I stumbled over my leaden tongue. What in the world?! I'm going to Greece tomorrow - with Sesshoumaru and Rin. This is just way too fast.

 

“Oh, maybe earlier? That's right, you love getting up really early, I forgot,” he stated cheerfully.

 

“Hey,” I grumbled, “that's just cruel.”

 

“I promise I'll bring you a fresh, hot cup of Zombie Tonic,” he continued to tease.

 

“If you were here, “ I grumbled, pretending to be annoyed, “I'd smack you.”

 

“Hn,” was his only reply - obviously he didn't feel threatened - before he said gently, “I'll see you in the morning at 7 then. Don't forget to pack a swimsuit.”

 

“Right 7-“ I started.

 

“Goodnight Kagome,” he purred and I got dreamy eyed again. Wish I could hear that every night, I thought dreamily wistful. Oh great, I've turned into such a sap!

 

“Goodnight,” I mumbled as I growled mentally at myself. He hung up and I sat there for a few moments before something he'd said struck me like a brick.

 

“Swimsuit?” I muttered, head tilted pensively. “Swimsuit?!”

 

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“Sango!” Kagome's voice cried frantically over the phone and I jumped up from my chair, heart pounding in my ears as I ran for my keys and my purse, ready to charge out the door and -

 

“Sesshoumaru's making me go with him to Greece tomorrow!”

 

What the?

 

“Huh?” I asked dumbly, blinking rapidly as I stood in the middle of my entryway, purse slung hastily over one arm, keys in one hand while I wrestled a pump onto my foot with the other.

 

“Swimsuit!” she cried and I couldn't tell whether she was excited or bemoaning.

 

“Swimsuit?” I questioned, kicking my shoe off and ignoring it as it slammed into the door with a loud, `thump!' Someone out in the hall yelped in surprise and I couldn't help but grin. The neighbor and his girlfriend must have been making out in the hallway again. I never would understand how it seemed to be so hard for those two to just get the keys out first.

 

“Swimsuit! Greece! Tomorrow!” she shouted frantically.

 

“This is not a game of Outburst, Kagome,” I snorted. “Now, what are you talking about?”

 

She took a deep breath before she started, “Sesshoumaru's making me go with him to Greece tomorrow because he's worried that Naraku will try to do something to me because I pissed him off, and he thinks that if Naraku finds out that he's not in the country that he would decide it was the perfect time to get back at me. But - Sango - swimsuit!”

 

I smacked my hand on my forehead, “Kags, I think that was what our English teacher would have called a run-on sentence. My gosh, and you're teaching our youth…”

 

“Sango,” she cried, “you don't understand!”

 

“What?” I asked, arching an eyebrow, “Swimsuit?”

 

“Oh good,” she gushed, “You got it!”

 

“No, not really my dear. But to get to that poor mangled thing that you called a sentence - I think Sesshoumaru's thinking is right. As much as I hate to admit it Naraku isn't one to be deterred by a lawyer and a bitten hand. The sleazeball,” I finished with a growl as I set myself back down on the couch. “By the way, you gave me a heart attack when you called,” I laughed, “I thought you were in trouble or something.”

 

“But Sango,” she wailed, “I can't go to Greece! I can't believe I let him talk me into this! I need to call him and say `no'.”

 

“I forbid you,” I growled, “You'll have the time of your life and we'll all feel a hundred times better knowing that you're safe. You're going.”

 

“But what if people find out?”

 

“They'll get over it, for crying out loud Kagome, get excited already,” I snorted.

 

“But I can't just let him buy me a ticket to Greece! That's expensive!”

 

“Yeah, so enjoy it, you dolt,” I laughed. “You should go pack that swimsuit.”

 

Her only response was a groan. “Oh come on, you know why your mind keeps getting stuck on that one little word,” I started slyly.

 

“Sango,” she grumbled.

 

“You just can't get the image out of your head,” I continued, gleefully ignoring the warning in her voice.

 

“Don't even go-“

 

“Him, there, in the blue, blue ocean in nothing but a pair of-“

 

`Click!' - `Beep..Beep..Beep..'

 

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I'd never been to Europe before and I'd never flown first class either. It was, needless to say, enjoyable flying with Rin and Sesshoumaru but it was long and I found myself getting restless towards the end of the flight.

 

The trip to Rome took almost 13 hours while the trip to Athens took another two and then from there, one hour later, our little Turboprop plane arrived in Santorini's small airport. Sesshoumaru hailed a taxi and we rode to the town of Imerovigli, seven kilometers from the airport, where he was going to be conducting his business.

 

Buying a resort hotel…hmm... What a job.

 

Apparently his Dad had a love for the little island we were staying at and well, I'd seen postcards of Santorini, I couldn't say that I blamed the man. It was getting close to 8 in the evening when we checked into Pegasus Suites, the place he was hoping to buy.

 

It was stunningly beautiful and charming in a way that I'd never imagined possible. Built down the side of the cliff, it was built in a traditional style with arches and white walls and balconies. On our long flight Sesshoumaru had told me some information about our destination and so when I looked out at the ocean I knew at least what I was looking at. The town we were in, Imerovigli, is the highest village on the Caldera of Santorini and therefore is known to be one of the best viewing points on the island. From Pegasus we had a breathtaking view of the Aegean Sea as well as the volcano and the famous St. Nikolaos Byzantine monastery with its beautiful blue dome. Softly radiant white lights made the building glow with an enchanted light while around the elegant pool tables with white patio umbrellas were set up, large white and yellow candles lit and tastefully placed on the dark wooden surfaces. The inside was just as beautiful, furnished in the classic Cycladic style and filled with old antique furniture it was stunning in its bright, stark white with dark accents; dark wood furniture and blue trim, Greek patterns on the off-white floors, arches with billowing curtains and softly glowing lamps all created a feeling of elegance that still managed to feel homey.

 

The staff helped us to our suites and I was a little relieved - and guilty all at once because I knew it cost more - when I found that Sesshoumaru had kept his word and booked a separate room for me next door. I was beginning to realize as they led me inside that the Pegasus was a place for romance and I didn't know how it would've been if I'd had to share a space with Sesshoumaru. The Pegasus only has 19 rooms, suites that range from the simple two bedroom apartments to standard suites to private outdoor studios with Jacuzzi to the grandest suite, the Presidential Cave Suite. Oh and yes, how could I forget, the Honeymoon Suites.

 

This place is a death trap for anyone who doesn't want to feel romantic, I thought as I walked into the room following the young man who was carrying my bags. White walls, blue wood trim, a living room with an elegant divan, a kitchenette, and a queen size bed - that was called a room. It was nearly the size of my apartment. Oh and that wasn't it either, because on the other side of that adorable Greek style door I had my own private balcony with chairs and table - decorated with large, thick white candles and sea shells of course - with a gorgeous view of the sea. And then of course the bathroom - with a Jacuzzi bathtub.

 

There were red roses on my bed, candles set around the tub, arched windows with candles, elegant urns placed in just the right spots - everything was a swirl of tasteful design that left you feeling refreshed and thinking that you'd surely found your way into paradise.

 

And that you wanted romance. Now.

 

What have I gotten myself into? I'm here at an unbelievably romantic place with Sesshoumaru... Thank goodness Rin's here…

 

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This was bad. Very bad. This was a place for lovers, newly weds - sure it was a wonderful place to vacation by yourself or with family as well, but if you wanted romantic this was the place. The warm air swept over the ocean and mixed with the sound of the waves, the roses, the little terraces and balconies and massive arched windows where you and a lover could sit and kis - and those damned candles - everything just spelled “get in the mood.”

 

Oh dear.

 

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The place was gorgeous! It wasn't too fancy so it still felt really comfortable yet exotic and beautiful. Sighing happy I leapt onto the massive bed and into the mass of fluffy, white blankets. Picking up one of the red roses that was set on the bed I twirled it in my fingers before grinning and looking up at my father, “Look Dad, they gave us roses!”

 

For some reason he twitched at the sight and I pondered over it for a moment before it clicked. This hotel was like what you might see in the movies when people go away on their honeymoon. In fact, I remembered Dad explaining the Pegasus to Kagome on the plane and he'd said something about Honeymoon suites. This was a place for romance and magic all up against the beautiful backdrop of the cerulean dome of sky and the endless cobalt and ice of the Aegean Sea!

 

Ahaha. This is great!

 

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I was in the café on the 21st floor of our building carrying my tray over to a little two-seat table by the window so I could look out over the nighttime view of downtown. Sitting down, my tray just touching the table, a voice coming from directly behind me startled me but the only outward sign of my surprise was a slight twitch, “Inuyasha.”

 

What in the world? This is definitely a first...

 

“Sagai-san, do you usually sneak up on people when they're getting ready to eat?” I asked as I picked up my coffee and took a sip before I turned to look over my shoulder.

 

She scowled at me - already in a fine mood, wow - before she sighed with long suffering, “May I join you for a moment?”

 

In the middle of another sip of coffee I choked and nearly sent out a spray of coffee - but miraculously managed to keep it in my mouth. Coughing roughly I tried to hide my surprise, motioning for her to have a seat. She gave me a condescending look before she moved to take the chair, sitting down with impressive grace as she placed a sandwich of her own on the table.

 

“So,” I coughed, voice rough, “what brings you here and inspires you to sit at my table?”

 

“What is your brother's relationship with my cousin?” she asked, eyes calculating, watching my reaction.

 

Well- what? Who's your cousin? Dolt.

 

“How much I know about that would depend on if I knew who your cousin was,” I shrugged and she sighed.

 

“Of course, nobody here knows... Kagome Higurashi is my cousin. Does that clear it up for you now?”

 

“Oh,” I mouthed, deciding for once that I wouldn't tease her too much today. My father's words had left me wary of too much teasing. The last thing I want is for people to think that I could actually be flirting with the woman. Heaven forbid.

 

“Crystal clear,” I murmured, biting into my croissant sandwich. Chewing thoughtfully I watched as her eyebrow twitched slightly. My goodness, no patience today I see.

 

“Well,” she barked after another half minute.

 

Chew, chew, chew - one must always chew thoroughly for the sake of proper digestion - chew, chew, chew.

 

“Inuyasha,” she growled, eyebrows pulled down into a scowl.

 

Swallow. Mmmm that was delicious. “Why do you want to know Sagai-san?”

 

Her whole face twisted into a scowl that would've been intimidating if I didn't enjoy the removal of the ` emotionless mask' so much. Instead I just smiled and added, “Surely it isn't professional reasons that inspire you to ask the question or you would've asked my brother himself. And how do you know about them anyway? Was there a tabloid somewhere?”

 

“He didn't tell you then?” she asked, slight surprise replacing the scowl.

 

“Didn't tell me what?” I laughed, taking another bite.

 

“About the attack on Kagome,” she replied calmly and got the - no doubt - satisfaction of seeing me choke for a second time in just a few minutes.

 

“Attack on - what the?” I finally managed to choke out, eyebrows up in alarm.

 

“Naraku attacked Kagome this weekend and Sesshoumaru asked me to take on the case. He said that she was someone important to him, so what is their relationship exactly?” she asked, eyeing me with a mixture of disgust and pity as I thumped my chest in an attempt to stop the coughs that still stole my breath.

 

“Hold up there sweetheart,” I coughed, “Naraku did what?!”

 

“He attacked Kagome at a club on Friday night and attempted to force himself on her. She got away with only a hard slap to the face after she bit him but I want to know what -“

 

“Yes, yes, relationship,” I waved my hand at her, rolling my eyes. “Why were you surprised my brother didn't say anything?”

 

“Well, you are brothers after all,” she rolled her eyes back at me. Oh look. Kikyo isn't always a robot. Aww… “I expected he would tell you.”

 

“Ha,” I scoffed, “Yes, we're brothers and we get along a hundred times better than we did when we were younger but honestly I don't think there's any reason for him to tell me about Kagome unless he wanted my help protecting her. She might not like having the information broadcasted,” I shrugged and was immensely amused when I saw the guilty look flash across Kikyo's face.

 

“I suppose so,” she mumbled, looking disgruntled. “But what is their -“

 

“I never would've taken you for a curious romantic Kikyo. Was I wrong to think you incapable,” I asked, eyebrow quirked.

 

She grew furious, eyebrows pulling into a furious scowl as her mouth drew into a thin, flat line that turned down just at the corners. “Inuyasha, do you always have to be such an imbecile?”

 

“Yes,” I answered smoothly and her eyebrow twitched. Mmm, the smell of a thunderstorm… Kikyo's angry and I'm not even trying.

 

“Just tell me,” she ground out between her clenched teeth.

 

“They aren't dating if you want to be technical, but given time I think they will be,” I shrugged. “Now, tell me why you want to know so badly? It can't have anything to do with your case.”

 

Squirming slightly she grumbled, “I have my reasons.”

 

“Sure you do,” I smirked.

 

“I need to know what to say when the press finds out that I'm her lawyer. They're going to want to know why Taisho & Sons' head lawyer is taking the case,” she glowered.

 

“I suppose so, yes,” I continued to smirk, once again playing dumb - not letting go of the bone, that's right. “Or maybe you're just using that as an excuse so that you satisfy your curiosity.” And here we drop the dumb act for a moment…

 

“I assure you I would never ask because of such ridiculous reasons,” she sniffed, nose in the air.

 

“So what are you going to tell the press if I may be so bold as to ask?” I asked, tone smug. I couldn't help but laugh when she blanched. That's right, I thought, you would only tell them that they were friends anyway. You'd never say anything else.

 

“Inuyasha,” she growled, “the way you're questioning me at this point I would almost think that you had something in that hollow head of yours - if only a little bit.”

 

I laughed, “Maybe you don't me as well as you think you do.” I winked, standing up from the table, my half eaten sandwich in my hand as I turned to leave.

 

After my comment her mouth had been slightly agape, eyes staring blankly - in short it had been the perfect place to make my exit. I didn't want her suspecting too much after all, that would put an end to my games.

 

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A knock on my door as I was unpacking my bags startled me slightly and I turned to find Rin peeking around the door, “Kagome, Dad was wondering if you were feeling up for a snack or if you wanted to sleep?”

 

Looking at my watch that was still set on Japan's time I laughed, “It's past 3 in the morning.”

 

Her eyes widened slightly, “Oh, so you want to go to bed?”

 

“No,” I waved my hand dismissively, “I'm in Greece. I'm going to take advantage of it. Just let me change my clothes - maybe twenty minutes?”

 

“Ok,” she chirped happily and I could hear her skip merrily to their room next door, shutting their door with a click. Rummaging in my bags I found the ice blue dress that I'd packed - a little ruche, matte jersey dress with a sweet heart neckline and airy, cascading ruffles that flowed and swirled as you walked - appropriate because it went to around your knees but enticing because it showed off just enough to make people take notice - well at least that was the reaction I'd gotten the few times I'd worn it. It was a dress that was perfect for the beach and that's why I'd packed it.

 

After I'd gotten over my initial shock about going to Greece and resigned myself to it I'd decided that I was going to make the best of this `vacation' and was going to pack accordingly. This meant cute, fun clothes that were perfect for the beach and for vacationing in the Mediterranean area - in other words bright colors and good in the heat. Besides when you were with someone like Sesshoumaru, who looked flawlessly stunning no matter what, you didn't exactly feel inspired to dress like you normally do on a Saturday morning when you crawl out of bed with your hair making you look like Medusa. At least when you were in a place like Greece… Comfort was good since it was a vacation but I wanted to look good while I was comfortable. But, well, at home on a Saturday? That's a completely different story - no one's going to inspire me to dress up, they'll just have to deal with my pjs and slippers and serious case of bed-head, thank you very much!

 

Slipping into the dress and tying it behind my neck before I zipped it up the back I went to the vanity and did my make-up, contemplatively running my hands through my hair. Deciding to leave it down I went back to my bags and slipped into my little silver ankle-strap sandals with tall reflecting heels before I turned to leave my room, purse over one arm. Pulling open the door and simultaneously charging forward with gusto I found Sesshoumaru with his hand raised to knock - and only a few inches away.

 

Looking mouth-watering of course.

 

What else?

 

His eyes widened for a moment before he stared and to be quite honest I was doing the same thing. Dressed in a casual dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the first two buttons left undone, a pair of soft black slacks, and some simple leather shoes - in something so simple and understated - he managed to, once again, look like he'd just walked out of a modeling magazine.

 

How does he do that?

 

I was ripped from my ogling however when a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me close as he brought his face down to mine, eyes so warm that I felt my cheeks immediately redden, “You look beautiful.”

 

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Eating at a restaurant called the Blue Note, owned by the Spiliotica Apartment and Suites nearby, we got a beautiful view of the sea under the light of the quarter moon, the sound of the waves a lulling rumble in the background while we ate our candle light dinner of traditional Greek food. I'd never had Greek food before - it's not something you can usually find in Japan - so I was eager to try everything.

 

Since it was Rin's first trip as well we decided to order things for everyone to try a little bit of each. Starting with the appetizers of dolmathes, rolled grape leaves stuffed with rice, baked feta with slices of onions and tomato, and keftedes, fried meatballs, we moved onto the fakkes and kakavia soup. After that our meals arrived, bourekakia, minced meat stuffed in a fyllo pastry, boutaki arniou me tiri, leg of lamb with cheese, and souvlaki, a lamb kebab served with warm pita bread, onions, tomatoes, and tzatziki. To top it all off - even though we were all dying from our gorge fest - we finished the meal with a piece of baklava each, an incredibly sweet pastry made of heavily spiced almonds layered in thin fyllo pastry and dripping with honey and other sweeteners. It even made my sweet tooth hurt, an impressive feat, but it was delicious.

 

I was so full though that I felt like I could explode so when the music grew louder and some people got up to dance I was completely content to just watch. Unfortunately Sesshoumaru had other plans. Capturing my small hand in his large one he drew me out of my chair, a wicked grin on his face as he asked, “Have you ever seen Greek dancing Kagome?”

 

“No,” I murmured, eyeing him worriedly. “I haven't.”

 

“Well, why don't you give it a try? You're wearing that lovely dress after all so you should dance,” he smiled and his golden eyes danced impishly as he pulled me toward the floor canopied with strings of golden lights.

 

“It looks a bit complicated,” I began to protest before a woman saw me balking and pulled me onto the floor, a large, friendly grin warming her face as she said something to me in a language I didn't recognize. Sesshoumaru nodded to her in thanks before he turned to me and pinned me with that stunning smile that never failed to leave me breathless.

 

“You'll be fine,” he chuckled, “I know you can dance. Just follow everyone else.”

 

Easier said than done, I thought as I moved along beside him, one hand captured in his while the other was held by the kind woman, everyone moving in a line, legs moving in rhythmic steps and kicks. Despite my misgivings, in time I fell into the flow of the music, the swirl of the dance, and soon there was nothing but the foreign music in my ears, the movement, and the man who held my hand.

 

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Blue eyes sparkling as she danced, steps in rhythm with the music, skirt flaring when she spun or kicked, hair falling around her shoulders in a silken cascade of midnight, pale skin glowing under the moonlight and the strands of light held above the floor, she was the most bewitching creature I'd ever known and I found myself trapped in her spell yet again - and I had no intention of getting out.

 

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Not long after we returned to the hotel I was sitting in one of the little wooden chairs on my balcony, looking out over the unbelievable vista of sea and sky, and felt completely content yet completely lacking - something was missing.

 

“Enjoying the view,” a low baritone voice, smooth as the velvet sky above asked from the balcony doorway.

 

My lungs froze as I turned around to see the man that had startled me half to death and I forced the malfunctioning organs to take in a deep breath before I managed to say, “Yes, it's incredible.”

 

“May I join you?” he smiled, the light of the moon reflecting in the pools of gold.

 

“Of course,” I chuckled as I waved him towards the other seat.

 

Sitting his tall form down in the chair with surprising grace he looked out at the ocean before he spoke, “It's exquisite isn't it?”

 

“Yes, I can see why your father likes it so much,” I smiled as I too, turned my gaze out to the ever-changing sea.

 

He chuckled, “So Kagome, where are some places you love? Places you've dreamt of going to?”

 

“Me?” I asked surprised as I turned and found those warm eyes focused on me.

 

“Yes, you,” he laughed quietly.

 

“Well,” I started hesitantly, “I've always wanted to go to several places in Europe… Venice, Sicily and Rome, England, Spain, and I'd seen pictures of Greece before and thought it looked beautiful, but to be honest I didn't know much about it… I like ruins so I've always wanted to go to Egypt and Machu Picchu in Peru,” I paused thoughtfully before continuing with my very long list, “I'd also love to see Huangshan The Yellow Mountains, the Li River, and some of the deserts in China as well as several places in India. There was also one place that I saw in a magazine once. It looks like you're walking in the sky.”

 

“Oh, in Bolivia?” he asked with a smile.

 

“Yes, Salar de Uyuni was the name I think…How about you Mr. Taisho,” I asked playfully, eyebrow arched.

 

He laughed and said, “Well I've been to Italy before but I've never been to Venice or Sicily so I'd love to go their - especially to a small town where you could get away from all of the touristy spots. I love Egypt and Machu Picchu as well - you never tire of going there. I also love parts of China and Thailand and India. I'd like to visit the Olympic National Park in Washington and the Rocky Mountains - I've only been to the dry areas in Nevada so I'd like to see more. New Zealand is also beautiful,” he smiled and picked up one of the seashells on the table, examining it closely.

 

“Wow,” I smiled, “it would be nice to see the world like that... I still feel guilty about you bringing me here though - it's so expensive.”

 

“I already told you not to worry about that,” he chuckled and suddenly I found my hand, which had been resting on the table, in the warm hold of his own. “As long as you enjoy yourself here I couldn't be more happy to have you with us,” he purred and despite the warm ocean air I felt a pleasant shiver run down my back.

 

“I'm having the time of my life,” I said quickly, not wanting him to think I was ungrateful or unhappy.

 

“Good,” he smiled. “Where should we go next then?”

 

“What?” I looked at him dumbly.

 

“Out of all those places you listed,” he said calmly, voice warm and gentle as he gazed at our joined hands. “Which one would you like to go to first?”

 

“Huh?” My ears…my gosh I think I need to get a hearing aid… Must be all of that club dancing… “I'm sorry I think I'm not hearing you correctly.”

 

“Really Kagome,” he laughed, “Have a little faith in your hearing.”

 

“Well, it keeps sending me ridiculous messages so what else can I think,” I countered.

 

“So where would you like to -“

 

“No, seriously,” I mumbled.

 

“I am serious,” he laughed. “Is it so hard to believe that I'd like to go somewhere else with you?”

 

“Well, yes and no,” I muttered. He has no idea does he? How many girls would kill to hear those words roll of his gorgeous lips…

 

“Egypt perhaps? In the winter during the school break?” he asked, eyebrow arched in inquiry.

 

Shite. He's serious!

 

“Are you serious?” I squeaked.

 

“Quite,” he laughed. “Would it interest you?”

 

Would it interest me? Do cows eat grass?!

 

“Yes of course, but-“

 

“Well then, when we get back we should look into it,” he smiled warmly, eyes happy.

 

First Greece, then Egypt… Ok, this is just beyond unbelievable…

 

And then he broke me out of my trance by pulling my hand to his lips. It was a simple kiss on the back of the hand, but coming from him it was more than enough to turn me into a pile of goo - which I proceeded to do.

 

Oh my go- If I died right now… Oh dear… Mmm… Kiss me?

 

He stood up then, those smoldering gold eyes trapping mine as he moved to stand in front of me, and in a smooth motion, his hand still holding mine as he pulled me to me feet for the second time that night, he pulled me close. Wrapping his arms around my waist and bowing his head he brought his nose to mine and spoke in a husky voice that made me more than weak, “Goodnight Kagome.” And with those two words he brought his lips down onto mine and I realized that I didn't feel like I was missing something anymore. I had it right here -the thing I'd been missing. He was here - holding me in his arms.

 

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Hello all! \(^_^)/

To Everyone: A BIG thank you for the unbelievably sweet reviews - you are all too kind (O_O) but I'm just glad that you are enjoying the story (^_^)v Your reviews here really mean a lot and so please know that they are all truly appreciated \(^_^)/ * hug! *

 

First, sorry it took me so long - I finished this yesterday but I was soooooo tired and didn't trust myself to post it with only one proofread - still tired though so I probably still have mistakes - my apologies m( _ _ )m

 

Also, as far as it being a bit shorter - just onto 31 pages - I'm terribly sorry about that but I felt like it was the best place to stop for now. So hopefully no one will be too terribly upset with me! (O O) Plus, I can't always write 36 page long chapters, haha. Sorry!

 

Then I would like to address some things: Inusbabe was kind enough to mention that I had made a big boo-boo on chapter 8 when I accidentally said that Rin was 7 when she's actually 6 - I felt like an idiot and went back and fixed it so if that confused anyone I'm terribly sorry (and embarrassed, haha). They also mentioned that I should explain that in Japan the school season is different - it starts in April and ends at the end of January or March (? I go to college so my schedule's different and it's been a while since I've looked up the normal school schedule) - a break in the summer - sometimes a small break in December and then one at New Years - and then a bit of a break before the year starts again in April - So! Rin is still Kagome's student because she's only halfway through the year with the Japanese schedule.

 

Also I'd like to address a comment made by an anonymous reviewer on ff.net because if one person thinks it - and takes the time to mention it to me - they probably aren't alone, so I'd like to explain it to everyone in the hope that maybe my writing might make more sense. The reviewer felt my portrayal of Rin was too sly - something more commonly seen as a characteristic of Shippou - and that she should try to be more subtle, shy, and less confident… I really appreciated them being honest with me and letting me know how they felt so in case anyone here has felt the same way I'd like to explain my reasoning (^_^)v First, I agree with the reviewer, she is unusual for the typical portrayal of Rin. (^_^) I know this, but I rather like her this way as it provides opportunities for amusement and awkward situations - I was also trying to do something different in this story. I really did think about their suggestion though and the other reason I've decided to keep Rin the way she is - other than just `I like her that way' lol - is that since by the end of chapter 8 I'd already reached 235 pages of writing I feel like it would be unnatural for me to suddenly change Rin… So for anyone else out there that has been confused with my portrayal of Rin or has found it annoying, my deepest apologies. I did contemplate changing her because of what the reviewer said but after much thought I felt that I couldn't change Rin. So hopefully, that will clear up any confusion about Rin, and I apologize if her character is irritating in any way. If you enjoy her though, I am glad. If you have any questions about it though, please let me know (^_^) Questions are always welcome (^_^)v

 

Sorry, lol, that was bloody long wasn't it? You poor people - and it wasn't even a review on mediaminer (O_o) Sorry!

 

Well then, onto:

 

Author's notes:

 

Time change: Greece is 7 hours behind Japan so if you are on a trip that starts at 9 (goes for 17 hours) and ends at 2 a.m. Japan time then it is 7 p.m. in Greece - times goes back and not forward so it's the same day you started out. (^_^) I hope I did all the math alright - my apologies if I didn't but I looked at plane tickets and the world clock so hopefully it's fairly accurate ( ^_^ )v

 

The Pegasus Suites is a real place in Imerovigli, Santorini - only a kilometer from the capitol of Fira. It's gorgeous and I really want to go there. Haha. And it really looks romantic - in this elegant/quaint way that I can't quite figure out how they pull it off. I really never would have thought to put quaint and elegant together but they make it work - really well ( `-` )v

 

 

The Blue Note and the Spiliotica Hotel that owns it are also real. (^_^) But I was bad and gave them strands of little lights and decided that dancing was in order - I place complete and total blame on my muse that went on a rampage this afternoon - something that I was helpless to stop. Ahem.

 

Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia is somewhere I really would love to go… I don't know much about it - I've just seen photos. If you'd like to see what it is or see a video with it there's this hilarious/wonderful/beautiful video on youtube called (and I quote): Where the Hell is Matt? It opens up with him walking in Salar de Uyuni so there you go - you should check it out. It made me smile. ( `-` ) Even though some might call it strange…Haha.

 

 

*Ramses and Nefret: are two main characters in the Amelia Peabody series by Elizabeth Peters - the main characters are British but even though the author is American the books still falls under the classification of `English' novel - you could take it both ways (English as in the language or English as in the UK). But anyway, those books are the reason behind some of the odd language that Kagome sometimes uses - for instance back in chapter 2 when she says `cheeky bugger' and says something about reading British novels. Although the Peabody books aren't technically British they do use British English so as far as vocabulary goes they work the same way. She does read actual British novels as well though ( `-` )v (Yes, I am a dork, dear heavens)

 

*Yes, I had Kagome quote Donkey from Shrek (^_^)v

 

Food!

For the food that I didn't explain in the text:

 

fakkes: lentil soup in a tomato base

 

kakavia: fish & vegetable soup

 

tzatziki: a dipping sauce made from non-sweetened yogurt and cucumbers with a little bit of vinegar, olive oil, and garlic - can be served as an appetizer or as a condiment with gyros and pitas and kebabs (as far as I know but I could definitely be wrong - I've eaten it like that before - all three ways - and I can at least tell you that it's DELICIOUS)

 

 

Thanks again to everyone who reviewed! Much love to all and take care! Look forward to hearing from you and until next time,

 

Yours truly,

Alyce

 

 

p.s. my apologies if this chapter sucked - I'm a bit burned out haha (O_o) but hopefully that won't be a permanent state, haha.