Waking Up In Vegas

Chapter 9: 6:34 P.M

Las Vegas,

Local Shopping Mall

 

It was quite an interesting experience shopping with the newly engaged couple at the large uni-mall.

Kagome bought damn near everything but the cash register. From coffeemakers to Forman Grills and bed linen to bedroom sets, she was practically renovating the man’s mansion. Then after her little spree, she had her emotionally detached fiancé order everything wrapped and shipped to his home in Chicago by express delivery.



Aimaru grinned as he watched the clerk ring up another mountain of purchases. Oh, he couldn’t wait to see the look in his brother’s face when he sees his credit card statement. It was sure to be a side splitter.

Finally, they were able to leave department store when the miko decided to have another lovely little breakdown in the middle of the mall. She was blubbering something about not having her mother there to shop with her or some such nonsense. Fortunately, Sesshoumaru managed to distract her by pointing out Lover’s Lane on the far end of the mall. Odd enough, the miko quickly got over her little episode and went…well… one could say wobbling or stumbling but he’ll stick with calling it a drunken mosey. So yes, their little miko moseyed her drunken little bottom over to the explicit store’s entrance. The sight was so funny that it would make a lovely hallmark card.

So then here they were in Lover’s Lane strolling up and down the many aisles looking among the many interesting contraptions designed for pleasure and pain. Though in Aimaru’s opinion, some of them should have been made illegal. A person could end up in the hospital using some of these things.

“Hey Aimaru looky.” Mildly distracted by an interesting porno about a large breasted demoness, Aimaru looked up to peer in her direction. He almost choked on his spit when he watched her snuggle a large body pillow in the shape of a double edged dildo. “Isn’t it cute?” she giggled. “It glows in the dark too.”

Cute?! Aimaru glared at the long pink monstrosity sprinkled with star shaped glitter. If anything, the glitter made it look much more ominous. “Indeed.” He shuddered inwardly.

He had to keep reminding himself that this was not Kagome…well it was…but not his innocent sober Kagome he meant say. What he wouldn’t give just to hear her yell at him, wag her menacing finger in his face, or better yet…impale his sensitive ears with her well manicured yet lethal nails. Only then will he know the world is right again.

It was when he heard his brother and future sister in law talking about anal beads, ropes and whips when Aimaru made his escape to the nearest exit that would lead into the parking lot. Yes he was supposed to be babysitting the crazy nymphos, but at that moment, his sanity wouldn’t allow it.

It was about fifteen minutes or so when the couple finally emerged laden with bags and bags of things he no problem knowing nothing about.

“Please tell me our next destination is the hotel.” He asked his brother, barely able to keep the whine out his voice.

“Hn.”

Thank you. Tossing his cigarette away, Aimaru along with his charges got into his car then headed for the hotel.  He looked down at his watch. It read 6:42 P.M. Five more miserable hours until midnight. It didn’t seem that much longer but with all the shit that was left to do…it actually felt like forever.

Aimaru had never felt so tired.

-

Aimaru was dragging his weary form into the hotel doors when his gorgeous secretary practically skipped up to him looking all giddy. He watched her bounce up and down in disgust. What the hell was she so happy about?

“Good news Maru darling, the banquet hall is decorated and ready for the wedding party.” What chaffed his hide was that the traitorous bitch had the nerve to sing that horrible news to him. Didn’t she know how catastrophic this whole situation was? And there she was playing a willing hand in bringing the whole calamity to bloom.

He glared at her from the corner of his eye. “And who told you to do all this?” He was hoping to stall as much as could with hopes that Kagome will eventually lose interest and call off the whole ordeal. Instead, the miko was still heart set on marrying his socially challenge brother.

Ronda shrugged. “Sesshoumaru called me awhile ago demanding to have the hotel decorate the Banquet Hall for a wedding party. He said he will be most cross with me should I not have it ready upon his arrival. Who am I to deny his wishes?”

Aimaru regarded her with flat eyes. “For someone forced to organize this, you seem to be enjoying yourself beautiful.”

“Oh I am darling. I am. Not every day you get to plan an event as extravagant as a last minute millionaire wedding.” She sighed dreamily. “How many people get to plan parties such as these without having to worry about how much you spend?”

Scratching his chin, Aimaru shrugged. “Not many I suppose.” He sighed.

Ronda smacked his arm. “Oh cheer up Maru darling. What kind of attitude is that to have when you are the best man?”

He grimaced. That wasn’t a title he was proud of at the moment.

“By the way, where is the bride and groom to be?” she asked as she looked around for the absent couple.

“They were right behind me last time I checked…” He looked to find the space behind him minus the drunken couple and sighed wearily. “Oh what-fucking-ever.” He shrugged as he walked pass his confused secretary into the banquet hall to sit at a bar bustling with staff. “Probably off somewhere working on giving me a nephew.”  He mumbled.

Ronda gasped. “Aimaru.”

Aimaru gave her a droll stare. It wasn’t as if they were doing anything else. They were practically working on giving him a nephew all damn night. He shrugged and signaled over a waiter. “Demon scotch on the rocks my good man. Feel free to leave the bottle within reaching distance.”

“Maru darling really…” Ronda started to chastise.

“Oh, piss off Ronda. If Sesshoumaru and Kagome get to go around having a grand drunken good time, than so do I.”

Ronda shrugged then sat beside her boss and ordered her a shot of vodka.

The bartender nodded politely while handing the small glass to Ronda. “Your name miss?”

“Charge everything to Mr. Tashio’s tab darling.” She answered coolly while knocking her shot back like a pro.

Aimaru sneered while shaking his head as he poured himself another glass. “You such a money hungry slut.”

Ronda chuckled seductively and leaned over to nuzzle Aimaru’s cheek affectionately. “But you, my darling man whore, love this money hungry slut.” She cooed.

Knocking back another shot, Aimaru nodded in agreement. “That I am, beautiful.” He sighed listlessly. “And that I do.”

-

Duchess was finishing off her cigarette when she heard a miserable wail break the serene silence of the night. To her, it sounded like someone was having a breakdown of some kind. Curious, she crept to the corner of the hotel and peeked around to spot a couple in the in the parking lot entrance. Odd was only word she could think of as she eyed the couple. She didn’t recognize the smaller woman but she did recognize the man with her. The infamously cold hearted Sesshoumaru Tashio was…dare she say…trying to console a human woman?! Interesting.

 “T-This isn’t a party without your friends. And none of my friends are here to enjoy it.” The dark haired woman sniffled wetly. “My wedding day…”

“Night.” He corrected her flatly.

 Duchess scowled when she watched the woman smacked his chest in frustration. Brave little thing, wasn’t she?  And who was she marrying?

“Oh whatever. It’s my wedding night and none of my friends are here to celebrate it with me.” She wailed again then buried her face in the demon lord’s chest.

He simply nodded and continued patting her head. It was a sorry attempt at comforting the upset woman. “Go upstairs and change then come back down within 30 minutes. I’ll have a surprise waiting for you in the banquet hall.” He urged her forward with a hand to her back towards the entrance of the hotel.

Duchess quickly sprinted for the entrance and pretended to wait casually for a taxi while watching the couple from the corner of her eye.

“B-but…” the woman sniffed and blubbered. Sesshoumaru bent low to touch his lips to hers trembling ones, successful shushing her.

Oh. My. God. Duchess eyes widened in surprise. So he isn’t gay!?

“Wear something nice miko…” he leaned towards her ear to whisper huskily. “Don’t bother with any underwear.”

Oh no, he was definitely not gay. Just wait until Jabora hears about this.

Duchess smirked when the miko suddenly sobered up and couldn’t get up those stairs fast enough. Ducking around the demon lord, she brushed against his shoulder lightly in hopes to pick up just a small trace of his scent. If she was going to tell her alpha about any of this, she was almost positive the bitch wanted proof. And what’s more convincing than the scent of the man himself?

She was walking pass a neko demon that was headed straight for the demon lord. Curiosity still getting the best of her, she stalled and stood beside a large expensive vase. She got mildly distracted by a man walking passed her with an original Cartier watch adorning his wrist. She could pawn that for at least 10 grand. She shook her head. Got to stay focused, she told herself.

 “Mr. Tashio…” The neko called out attentively.

The demon lord turned bored gold eyes toward the young male neko demon that was bowed low at the waist. His feline eyes planted respectfully to the floor. “The preparations for your wedding party are complete. When should we expect guests?”

HIS wedding party?! Duchess gasped to herself. She thought it was the other woman’s wedding day and they were just fooling around. Two and two was being put together in her head as she watched the demons in the lobby.

“There are none.” Sesshoumaru sighed uncharacteristically.

The neko blinked while daring a confused glance up to the demon lord. “Pardon?”

“Did I stutter boy?”

“N-no but…please excuse my impertinence. But, how is there a wedding party with no guests?” the young neko stuttered nervously.

The demon lord ignored the neko. “How fast are you on your feet?” he asked suddenly.

“Fairly swift sir…but…”

“Inform everyone in this hotel they are invited to This Sesshoumaru’s wedding celebration, bachelorette and bachelor party, wedding ceremony, and after party. You will do so within 15 minutes. Tell them food and drink will be provided throughout and should be dressed accordingly. Inform them they will be dealt with severely should they attend with no gift for my fiancé.” And with that Sesshoumaru walked off leaving the neko boy there in a daze. Eventually the boy collected his self and went off to do as he was told.

Shaking her head, Duchess moved to the elevators to her pack’s floor. Jabora was going to piss himself when he hears about this.

-

One minute Aimaru was talking dirty with his secretary and the next he was being dragged boorishly across the expensively carpeted floor of the Primal Embassy like he was impudent child. At the moment he was too tired and drunk to care about how he was being handled. “Haven’t I suffered enough by your hands brother?” He asked blandly while taking another swig from his scotch bottle.

 “What do you know of this bachelor and bachelorette party?” Sesshoumaru asked him normally as if he wasn’t dragging a grown man down the hall by the collar.

Aimaru turned up his bottle a few times. The damn thing was empty so he then gave the bottle to a passing bellhop and sighed as he crossed his arms. “Enough to know that should you share your experience with you future wife you’d be divorced the next day.” 

Sesshoumaru finally released his collar to turn and ask him about it. “Then why…”

Aimaru shrugged in exasperation as he moved off the floor. “I don’t know brother. Her bachelorette party is nothing she could talk about either. You will have to take this up with her.”

The bigger Inu narrowed his eyes at him. “And what of the actual ceremony?”

Running thoughtful fingers through his long dark tresses, Aimaru pondered for a bit. Having been to quite a few wedding events he was fairly knowledgeable about it. “I’ve been to a few to know a priest of some kind must be present to bless the union and help you recite your vows…or something like that.”

“Is that all?”

“To my knowledge of human weddings, yes.”

“There’s your next job then. Go find me a priest and bring him here.” The older Inu ordered then turned on his heel to walk away.

Aimaru gawked at his brother. “Now see here Sesshoumaru. Where on earth do you expect me to find a priest at this ungodly hour?” He groused.

“This is the city of sin brother. You don’t necessarily have to find a genuine one. Just one who can perform the ceremony.”

“And what are you going to do with yourself while I bust my ass looking for a priest, hm?”

The selfish bastard had the nerve to walk off on him toward the elevators.  “Lend my fiancé a hand in dressing for her wedding party.”

“Lend a hand my ass.” Aimaru snarled and started after his brother. He had the bigger Inu around the neck and proceeded to dragging him away from the elevators. “You lost your damn, drunken, perverted, homicidal mind if you think you are leaving me with all this work while you go play kissy face with Kagome. This Aimaru is no one’s ‘go for’.” He struggled with the demon lord for a bit until Sesshoumaru had an arm around his neck.

-

“Are you positive he’s here? Don’t bullshit me Duchess.” Jabora hissed heatedly to his beta as he stormed to the elevators. He pushed the button to go up.

The dark tall woman rolled her eyes. “No, I was simply hallucinating when I saw a tall Japanese man with silver hair and a crescent moon on his head for Sesshoumaru Tashio. My mistake.”

Jabora narrowed his eyes at the woman’s sarcasm. The elevator opened with the loud ring. “Let’s go bitches. I need to go see my husband. ”

Nay and Sasha looked at him flatly as they poured into the elevator car. “And how you know that he’s even here?” Nay whined. “You know they get along about as well as a two rival gang members sharin’ a jail cell.”

“If this is Sesshoumaru’s wedding day, I’m almost positive for the sake of their image to the tabloids my boo will be here out of courtesy.”

He ignored everyone’s attitude as the elevator traveled up the tall building to the top floor. They could kiss his ass for all her care because he wasn’t going anywhere until he saw his fiancé. The one and only man who was the love of his life, his future husband, his baby daddy, his honey doll, bookiekins and all of the above.

Aimaru Darcy, vice president of TashioTech, the leading security tech firm in the nation. Oh just thinking about his name sent dark lusty chills down his spine. Tall with long dark hair, devastatingly handsome and painfully rich, Mr. Darcy was practically made for him.

Since he first laid eyes on him on TV, Jabora had made it his life’s priority to learn any and everything about the handsome bachelor. From buying every magazine and tabloid with his picture in it, to stalking web gossip blogs, fan pages, biography sites and his tweet account. There was absolutely nothing Jabora didn’t know about him. Well…maybe there were some things, but those type of things he will have to learn in person.

They reached the top floor top and vacated the elevator to march down the long immaculate hallway. Jabora lifted his nose high in the air searching for the scent of the demon lord.

“You gonna fuck around and get our asses arrested Jabora. We’re not supposed to be on this floor.”  Hissed Sasha. Jabora loved the helfa to death but his bitching was getting on his nerves.

“This Bitch isn’t leaving until I see my husband.” Jabora hissed at him over his shoulder. “If this bother’s you so much, feel free to take yo’ scary ass downstairs and wait in the car. It shouldn’t take me more than a few minutes to let Mr. Darcy know that he belongs to me.”

“And another few minutes to get your ass shipped to the looney house wrapped in a jacket that makes you hug yo’ damn self.” Duchess said in a deadpanned voice as she eyed the many expensive paintings on the wall. Jabora wouldn’t doubt she was mentally calculating their value. The sneaky bitch was always known for her infamously sticky fingers and could steal your eyes from your head without you knowing it.

“Oh, go kill yourself Duchess.” Jabora quipped haughtily. He had just about enough of that helfa’s wisecracks.

Duchess smirked. “Be glad too. I’ll be sure to put in a word to Satan about reserving a spot next to me for you.” Jabora rolled his eyes.

“Yall stop talking like heathens. Yall day to go to hell will come soon enough.” Nay warned sharply. The man acted more holy than the saints themselves and yet ironically the biggest man slut you ever want to meet. Don’t ask him how that happened.

“I know you don’t think you’re going to heaven Nay.” Sasha, his twin brother sometimes known as Shay, cut in with a sneer. “You are a homosexual stripper with more sleeping partners than a retired porn star. You’re practically the perfect candidate to burn for eternity.”

Nay gasped in outrage at his twin brother, “Tramp.”

Shay narrowed his green eyes. “Hoe.”

“Slut.”

“Bustdown.”

Jabora suddenly paused when he caught a whiff of something down the hall and raised his hand to signal quiet. Everyone shut up on cue, closing their mouths with an audible click looking expectantly to their alpha.

Lifting his head to the air to inhale deeper, Jabora about-faced then reached out to push Nay and Shay out of his way to peer down the hall. And what he found surprised him.

A human, no…he took a stronger whiff. It was a miko stumbling down the hall toward them mumbling something about red and black dresses. But what he found most surprising was the strong scent of the demon lord clinging to her like a second skin. She even held faint traces of his darling on her too.

He felt his beta nudge his shoulder none too gently. The Amazon sometimes forgets her own strength. “That’s the woman I saw him holding earlier.” She whispered to him.

“Well…” Jabora beamed as he glided up to the unsuspecting the miko. He waited for the miko to look up at him with dreamy blue eyes before he gave his most enchanting smiles. “Aren’t you just the loveliest little thing? My name’s Jabora. So where you off too this fabulous evening in Sin City?”

The miko looked Jabora up and down then smiled brightly at him, catching him off guard slightly. He expected her to be intimidated and cower from his overbearing charisma but she seems to almost welcome him. Odd little human, this one. “I’m doing great. I’m Kagome and I was on my way to my room to change for my wedding party.”

“Oh so you’re the lucky woman to capture the heart of the frigid demon lord. Congrats boo.”Jabora smiled warmly at the miko as a plot formulated in his head.

Here stands the future wife of Sesshoumaru Tashio and sister in law to Jabora’s darling Aimaru Darcy. All he had to do was play nice with the miko and Aimaru was as good as his. God couldn’t have sent him a better opportunity.

“Thank you. I happily extend an invitation to you guys.” She smiled braightly.

Jabora wrapped a slender arm around the miko’s shoulders. “Oh thank you boo. You’re so sweet. I just positive we’ll be the best of friends.”

“So what are we, chopped liv…” Shay’s words died in his throat at the ugly look his alpha threw at him over his shoulder. Red flashed over the silver orbs so fast, Shay felt he may have imagined that.

“Well that’s nice.” Kagome giggled while waving away something from her face.

Jabora frowned in confusion at the swatting miko.  He suddenly felt conscious. Was his breath that horrible? “What are you batting away sweetie? I don’t see anything.” He said as he patted his pockets for his breath mints.

Waving a dismissive hand, the miko let the smaller Inu demon usher her to her room.  “Oh, just some glittery pink butterflies that keeps pestering me every once and while. They don’t bother you?” she asked seriously.

Oh, so Mr. Tashio got him one that fell off the looney wagon huh? “No they don’t…uh, do you need a hand preparing for you big day?” Jabora asked warily.

“Night. He always insisted that I consider this my wedding night.” Kagome said firmly wagging her finger in Jabora’s face then turned to unlock her door.

No, she didn’t fall off the wagon, she was dragged. “Okay.” Jabora gestured behind the miko’s back that she had a few screws loose.

“No different than the rest of us in my opinion.” Duchess said flatly.

“And no one asked you for it.” Nay hissed at her as he followed his alpha and the miko into her suite. Duchess only shrugged.

Three gorgeous Inus were bustling about Kagome as she sat the large vanity in her room. The twins, Nay and Shay, were behind her pinning up her hair in an extravagant up do while Jabora dabbed delicately at her face applying eye shadow to her lids in dramatic splashes of color. He chose red and a metallic gold to paint the shell of her eyes. They sparkled and shimmered as she blinked when she looked at herself in the mirror.

Duchess, the only other human woman beside her, was behind them sifting through the numerous suitcases she brought upstairs. “What about this one?” She held up a skimpy halter number. It was a red dress with gold sequence splashed here and there to accentuate a woman’s most appealing assets. It was made of so little material that it could have been mistaken as a swimsuit.

Jabora looked up towards the dress and nodded in approval. “Perfect. Lay that out on the bed. Do you have a pair of nice red heels boo?”

 Kagome blinked as it took her a minute to realize he was talking to her. “I have a pair of black pumps and red sandals. Over there…” she pointed out the plain heels near the bed.

The demon looked at the shoes and shook his head in disdain. “No those won’t do.” He looked down at her feet and snapped his fingers at one of the twins. “Nay give me your red strap ups out of your suitcase.”

“The word is please bitch.” Nay snapped haughtily as he dug into his suitcase.

“And the words are such my dick hoe.” Jabora shot back just as nasty as he applied lipstick to Kagome’s lips.

Now that’s an interesting way to say please and thank you. Kagome thought warily.

Sensing her discomfort, Shay placed an assuring hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry hon, we’re all are close friends believe it or not. This is our unique form of endearment.

Fooled the hell out of her. “Right.” Kagome nodded nervously.

Jabora chuckled and stepped back away from Kagome to survey his work and nodded. She could see pride in his dreamy silver eyes. He reminded her of someone yet she couldn’t quite place who exactly. It’ll come to her eventually.

The alpha turned to his pack mates. “As always, This Bitch has created another fabulous masterpiece. Give me props my lovely bitches.” In answer to their alpha, everyone howled in unison.

Excited, Kagome howled along with everyone much to Jabora’s approval.

“I believe we got us a new bitch.” Jabora smiled happily as he bent down to nuzzle the howling miko affectionately.

Kagome beamed proudly. A new bitch, she liked that. It looks like she found herself some new additions to her family of misfits.

The moment was interrupted by a swift knock at the door.

 “Who is it!?” Jabora stood upright to snap angrily at the visitor. Kagome watched him storm out the room to answer the door. There was quite a heated discussion between the two until finally the demon came back with a man in tow pushing a dolly stacked with numerous gifts from Lover’s Lane.

Kagome’s blue eyes lit up like glittery sapphires. She had forgotten about her gifts. In nothing but her a towel, she shot off the stool toward the blushing man. She had practically snatched her gifts out his hand and pointed out where she wanted the other gifts in boxes.

“Damn boo…are we gonna have an orgy?” she heard Jabora ask as he sniffed at some of her gifts. It did look like a pornographic Christmas in here now that she thought about it.

“No, my fiancé took me on a shopping spree. But hey, since you guys are my new friends you can me open my gifts at my bridal shower…” something caused Kagome to look up at the clock on her night stand. “Shoot it’s 7:37 P.M. They’re probably waiting for me to get downstairs.” Kagome snatched her towel off and grabbed the dress off her bed. Out of habit she became frantic about her tardiness when it came to the demon lord and struggled to get into the stringy garment.

Nay and Shay quickly moved to usher the red face deliveryman out of the room. Though, they weren’t too quick to come back.

Shaking her head, Duchess helped the frantic miko into her dress and strapped up her shoes. She looked over at her alpha who nodded in approval.

Jabora snapped his fingers to signal for Duchess and Kagome to fall in line behind him as he left the bed room. It was strange but Kagome found it natural to follow this demon’s lead. “Follow me bitches. Let’s not keep my hus…I mean, Kagome’s future husband waiting.” He smiled slyly.

Kagome narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion.

Duchess lean over whispered in her ear with a grin. “Don’t worry it’s not your man he’s after…more like the man with him.”

“Oh.” Kagome relaxed. She felt a grin break out across her face. Why that means that Aimaru was in for quite a surprise, now doesn’t it?

They entered the living room to find Nay and Shay pawing at the helpless deliveryman who paling an unhealthy shade of white. To the man’s relief, Jabora waltzed over and snatched them up by their hair and escorted them toward the door.

“I thought I told you sluts to seduced white collared men only.” Jabora hissed as the man made his escape. He pushed the whimpering twins ahead of him behind Duchess while tugging Kagome to his side. “Alright bitches give me Show Stopping Formation with a cock jerking sashay. We have to make a statement.”

Kagome smiled as she linked arms with the flamboyant demon and joined the parade. She couldn’t wait to introduce them to Sango.

 

Kagome smiled as Jabora finished relaying his part of the tale after cutting off Aimaru a few moments ago. She grinned even harder when Aimaru discovered how Jabora got into this wedding madness and she was only sorry that she didn’t have a camera for it.

“Wow…” Kagome exclaimed as he looked over to her husband still sitting as still as a statue. “So what else happened Jabora?” she asked the demon leaning back comfortably on his ‘Aimaru-chair’. Kagome enjoying every minute of his discomfort.

“The bachelor/bachelorette party was off the chain, and the wedding ceremony performed by Nay…”

Scowling, Kagome raised her hand to halt the demon’s words in his throat. “Wait. Nay performed our ceremony?”

“Sure did. That helfa knows the wedding vows like the back of his hand and can free style some sappy B.S for the bride and groom to recite to one another.” Kagome looked over to Nay to watch him beam proudly under his alpha’s words. “And since there was no priest available to perform the ceremony I figured the next best thing was a holy hoe.” Everyone in Jabora’s pack laughed except for Nay. He glowered at his alpha sullenly.

Kagome chuckled weakly as she share an odd glance with her husband. “Well isn’t that nice of him…honey?” she asked weakly.

“Was the event….” He paused and closed his eyes as if it pained him to ask. “…photographed or filmed?”

“Even better. TMZ was there. Hearing that the great demon lord of western Japanese tying the knot Vegas style with an unknown woman was like honey to bees sweetie. And since you’ve invited damn near everyone in this prestigious hotel to your wedding, people called other people and so on and so forth. Of course the infamous TMZ was going to get wind of it and make a mission out of trying to get exclusive shots and …”

 “Excuse me…” she grimaced as she watched Sesshoumaru make a hasty retreat to the bathroom.

The room suddenly got quiet.

“Hmm, I wonder what could be bothering him.” Kagome glared daggers at Aimaru who suddenly had his arms wrapped tightly around the petite demon in his lap. As much as Jabora may enjoy the attention, Aimaru was not hugging him because he liked him.

“If you aren’t too busy consummating your relationship Aimaru, I would like to hear what else happened.”

It was Aimaru turned to glare at her. She shrugged her shoulders innocently.