Aitoshii

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Sesshoumaru looked at the fine crisp envelope in his hand with perplexity. Kagome had just handed it to him in a hurry, telling him in a jumbled mess to read it, and zipped out of his office without a direct glance at him. He shook his head, and then opened it. He actually had not expected Kagome to show up at the office as he had allowed her the day off. She had asked him for time off today so she could help Maya around the household, saying that the demoness requested her assistance. Of course, he did not buy into it, but he allowed her the boon because it was Friday and he always requested that the end of the business week be extremely light. He also let her off as she was becoming a distraction to him. Seeing her all the time did not help him as a single unmated demon. He had sloughed off his old prejudices long ago about coupling with ningen, and Kagome was not only someone he knew, but also someone he had hidden desire for. He tried to quell it as he did not want to get in the way of Kagome’s progress since her joining his company and getting back on her feet.

With that thought, he almost smiled on how Kagome adjusted so well to the job as his personal assistant. She worked hard, which she had no doubt about her work ethic. She had followed through with her quest for the Shikon no Tama and he knew she would follow through with anything thrown at her. Kagome knew her job so well, that he often let her sit in on executive meetings. He even on occasion, deferred to her to help her test her skills. Business Management was what she was studying, so he thought it was something she could learn and enhance her studies.

‘She needs this. She is dear to me, and if I can do something for her, then it brings me joy to guide her to what she wants,’ he thought.

He pulled the letter out of the envelope, unfolded it and read:

“You are invited to dinner and a surprise. Dress is formal. Please be ready to leave the estate Saturday evening at seven.”

He noticed at the bottom that Kagome signed the letter.

He grumbled a bit, remembering that it was his birthday and that Kagome was a stickler for celebrating mortal customs. He rarely celebrated, but he decided to humor Kagome as he did not have any plans. That, and she was just about the only person he tolerated lately. It was hard being a lord, but he always took it in stride. He knew he was far fiercer than any demon lord due to his high standards, but he had always kept his image the same as he had been taught almost millennia ago. His standards extended to relationships as well. He rarely dated. He had not courted a demoness in a couple centuries. That went bad when the demoness tried to throw herself at him. It was not that he had never been attracted to anyone, but the fact that none had kept his attention for long. That is, until Kagome.

Kagome had seen him when he was the Aristocratic Assassin and she was not frightened of him. She herself was a formidable opponent on the battlefield. In the beginning, he had thought her an underdressed whore with a loud mouth, but as time passed, he gradually came to respect her. She could band together a group of misfits to defeat a common enemy. She broke through the prejudices of the time period and made people see how wrong it was to judge just because of race. Though it did not work for everyone, practically everyone she encountered, she left her imprint on in some way. She had baffled him by her success in obtaining the power to command people without even trying. For himself, he practically had to threaten another creature to death in order to get things done. Through time, he eventually adopted some of Kagome’s own ways and found it to be far more successful.

Sesshoumaru looked at the letter and then at the time on his computer. It was already mid-afternoon and he had already gotten most of his work finished. He curiosity to what Kagome had planned for him was already shoving aside everything else he had scheduled for the day, so he called up the secretary to inform that he was taking off early. He did not have any important appointments scheduled for the day.

Sesshoumaru smirked, ‘Perhaps I should go surprise the little miko as well and get something to wear for our little dinner?’


Meanwhile, Kagome was feeling like she was walking on eggshells. She had a private party to plan and it seemed she could not find Jaken or Maya. Since she could not find them, she decided to go talk to Hiroshi at Aitoshii. She actually decided to slum it and take the bus to the area, as she did not want to draw any attention to herself.

Once the bus stopped at the block she needed, she pulled the wire to signal to the bus driver that she needed off. She remembered that she use to walk to work in a Von Dutch hat and sweats, just to make sure no one recognized her. Sure, she was a bit nervous about it, but she was dressed up in attire most people in the red light district could not even afford, especially per article of clothing. She looked up at the sign that practically was home for her at one time and smiled. She never regretted taking the job as a stripper as it was the only thing she could do. She was grateful Sesshoumaru found her, even if by mistake. She climbed the steps and immediately the bouncers recognized her, and without question or charging her an entrance fee, let her in to the club.

She made a beeline for Hiroshi’s office, ignoring the gasps and whispers. Of course, she noticed the new girls since she had left and they had no idea who she was other than the life-size poster of her hanging right outside of Hiroshi’s office.

“Hiroshi-sama?” Kagome called as she knocked on the door.

“Yeah, who is it? I’m busy,” she heard through the door.

“Well, I thought I might ask a favor, but I guess your best stripper ever will just have to come back another day,” she teased.

She use to tease him all the time when he had his door shut. Usually it meant that he had not had a new club member sign up the past evening. He was always making calls around to see if anyone knew someone good enough to strip in his club.

She could hear Hiroshi startle, and then rush to the door. She smiled widely as he opened the door.

“Have you come back?” he asked hopefully.

Kagome giggled, “Sorry, Hiroshi, but I have not come back. I would like to pay to reserve one of the private rooms tomorrow evening. I have a surprise for Lord Sesshoumaru.”

Hiroshi grinned, “Oh really, little miko? I did not expect you to be in the company of the illustrious Western Lord, but now that I take in what you’re wearing, it is undeniable. Consider it done, my dear. Also, don’t worry about paying.”

“Are you sure? I remember what it means when you have your office door shut. Has the club been doing well?” Kagome asked.

“For the most part, it is, however I have Kouga- sama always asking for you. It seems despite your connections with Lord Sesshoumaru, he doesn’t know that you no longer work here. That ookami is very persistent. He would sit in with InuYasha- sama and they would get loud, often becoming a distraction for other club members. I’m not sure what to do anymore. They keep talking about you and putting my current girls down. I’ve lost several good strippers and I got a couple two week notices from some other girls,” Hiroshi explained with a deep sigh. “In fact, they’re here right now and it’s early already. I’ve had a few customer walk out!”

“Oh really! I’ve got an issue with both, so if you don’t mind, I can take out the trash,” Kagome said. “Call it payment for letting me have the private room tomorrow. Do you have my old wardrobe? This priestess is ready to shoe them out like the wild dogs they are.”

“Yes, of course. Your famous attire hasn’t been touched since you were last here,” Hiroshi smiled deviously. “I’d like to sit in on the festivities.”

Kagome grinned back mischievously, “Of course, it would not be right if I did not. While I get ready, find me one of those silly geisha masks. I know there is one around the costume room.”

Kagome went into the dressing room and found her old desk untouched and her drastically altered priestess garbs hanging over the chair as if they had been waiting. Nothing she had left on her dressing area had been moved. She felt a bit flattered, as she never thought herself much of a stripper. She just knew she loved music and loved dancing to it. It had never been about being popular or being good at what she did. It was a plus that she did not have the two left feet she thought she did when she was fifteen. She laughed to herself about the many times she was so klutzy.

She peeled off her expensive business vestments without any modesty and with practiced ease, put on her clothes for her routine. Although it had been some time, she was still in shape and could perform. She used Sesshoumaru’s training rooms to keep in shape since it was much more convenient than going to her old gym.

‘I can do this. I have done this many times,’ she psyched herself up.

Hiroshi approached her with the mask that she asked for and said, “Seems like old times just seeing you in that outfit. Do you want it for tomorrow as well?”

“No, how about that school girl costume? It will bring back good memories,” she replied, and then placed the mask over her face.

“I’ve already prompted the DJ to announce you next,” Hiroshi stated, then grabbed her bow and arrow, before handing it to her.

“Arigatou, Hiroshi- sama,” Kagome said, and then proceeded towards the VIP stage.

As she approached the curtain separating her from the stage and ultimately the eyes of the club members, she heard the DJ announce, “We have a special dance tonight. In honor of a great dancer for Aitoshii, we have revived The Miko. Please welcome her to the stage.”

Kagome flung the curtain open and with much confidence walked to center stage, where there was a pole. She nocked her arrow in her bow and drew it tight, aiming for the board at the top of the room.

She let the arrow go and yelled, “Hit the mark.”

The arrow hit and sparked all over with her power. It was only minimal, but it served the effect as if it were confetti. To her left she heard a rude comment.

“The wench is trying to act like a real priestess. Bet she couldn’t dance half as good as my woman,” the male voice slurred.

Kagome smirked beneath the mask, ‘If only they knew.’

The music immediately started and Kagome went ahead and ripped open her haori with much zest. She was going to dance until she got everyone riles before unleashing her unpleasant surprise.

“She’s got great tits. However, not as great as the wench’s tits,” another gruff voice said.

Kagome took to the poll, extending her legs and occasionally spinning, before doing a dramatic backbend into a small flip before shimmying out of her shortened hamaka. She had no undergarments and usually chose to not have any as most of her routine involved dancing naked anyway.

She swept the article off the to the side with grace before dropping to the ground and doing some sensual floor work. She slinked across the floor like a leopard and then shifted in front of her two misfits to where she was sitting open legged. Inu Yasha and Kouga were handsome still, even with their glamour trinkets hiding their youkai features. She grabbed her tits, tweaking the nipples, before sliding both down to her thighs and then back up. She leaned back, and then lifted her right leg. She placed her stiletto clad foot onto Kouga’s chest and pushed him backwards. Kouga fell off and Inu Yasha laughed hard. Kagome could hear other patrons laugh.

She then sat back up and reached for Inu Yasha. The unsuspecting hanyou complied and leaned in to accept her touch. She slid her arm up his chest before bringing him closer. She whispered in his ear, “If I were you, I would not come here anymore, Inu Yasha.”

“What the hell? How do you know my name?” Inu Yasha asked, trying to get out of her arms.

“How about I show you?” she said and released some of her purification into Inu Yasha.

The silver- haired half demon yelped and then jumped back.

Kagome whipped off her mask.

“Kagome?” Kouga asked, in question.

Kagome almost laughed at his reaction as he had not expected her to show up.

“Do not come back here again. Take Kouga and get out. You have cause Hiroshi- sama a lot of grief,” Kagome said coolly.

“Who made you the boss?” Kouga growled.

“Hiroshi- sama did. You both have been a real pain. Do me a favor? Do not look for me. I do not look for you, nor have even the slightest desire to. I have never been your woman or wench or whatever other rude name you have for me,” Kagome grounded out, as she placed her hands on her hips to look more commanding.

Inu Yasha picked up a flabbergasted ookami prince, and replied, “Feh, this place sucks anyway. So, did my brother fire you?”

“You know better than to ask, Inu Yasha. I still work for Sesshoumaru. No need to be nasty. Oh, wait, I forgot, you are always nasty to people,” Kagome grinned mockingly, and then signaled the bouncers. “Escort these two bakas out.”

As Inu Yasha and Kouga were escorted out, the patrons cheered and clapped.

Kagome left the tips on the stage for the other girls to pick up. She did not need the money and she had not come to dance for it. Hiroshi met her backstage and immediately hugged her. Kagome smiled and said, “Well, that takes care of the trash. No need for thanks, Hiroshi- sama. I will be back tomorrow evening with Lord Sesshoumaru. He will be blindfolded and his sensed dowsed, so please have the room and my costume ready.”

“Very well, Kagome. It shall be done,” Hiroshi replied as Kagome re-dressed in her business clothes.