My Brother's Keeper

“This meeting will now come to order.” Hotohori announced, but then frowned when his words were not heard. He opened his mouth once again, but as before, he was ignored.

Finally, Tasuki stood up and snapped, “Will you guys shut the fuck up? The pretty boy is trying to talk, so shut your yaps and listen!”

Hotohori's mouth drew into a thin line and he wearily said, “Thank you, Tasuki, for that, though I do wish you would find some other way of speaking instead of always using profanity.”

Shrugging, Tasuki replied, “Hey, I don't try to change your uptight ass, you don't try to change mine.” He turned his eyes towards his buddy, Chichiri, and smirked.

“At least he got noticed, ya know?” Chichiri said, a grin spreading across his lips as Tasuki laughed and patted his back.

Before he could utter another word, Nuriko stood up and glared at Tasuki. “Hotohori is right. The rest of us don't want to hear your dirty mouth, Tasuki. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” He demanded as his eyes strayed over to Hotohori to gaze at him adoringly.

“I hate my mom. Hell, I hate girls, period. They are nothing but huge pains in the ass.” Tasuki grumbled, his bright red hair falling into his eyes.

Bankotsu snorted. “Yeah, but they are so much fun to fuck. Take Kagome for instance. When I get her sweet, little ass in bed, I am going to have the time of my life.” He jeered, his chest puffing out as he arrogantly surveyed the room.

“Kagome hates your guts.” Kouga snapped. “The only way you would ever get her to touch you is by letting her slap you.”

Bankotsu shrugged. “Give me time. Soon, I will be able to claim her as mine and that Youko fuck will be history.” He said, ignoring Kouga's words.

He knew that he lost control of the meeting the moment Jakotsu spied the folder of photos that Kagome left on the table and began to flip through them. He squealed that Youko looked great in his boxers, and that brought all of the young men forward, each wanting to see the photos.

In the first photo, Kagome was lying beneath Youko, her long legs wrapped around his lean waist as he kissed her passionately. The second and third photos showed the couple's hands, roaming over the other's body and smiling up at each other. The fourth photo, the one that drew the most responses and the one they had not been allowed to witness being taken because they got thrown out of the studio due to Bankotsu's loud mouth telling Youko to keep his fucking hands off of Kagome, had Kagome standing in front of Youko in only a pair of string bikini panties and nothing else.

Her breasts were crushed against his chest and her head was nestled in the crook of his neck, while one of his hands was roaming over the soft skin of her back, which was bare due to the fact that she had taken off the bra, while Youko's other hand played with the delicate string of her panties.

Now, as he tried to gain everyone's attention, Hotohori realized that it was a lost cause and simply sat back down. Sesshomaru calmly stood up, collected the photos and said, “These do not belong to us. Now, seeing as how the meeting was called to order, let us deal with the business that has brought us all together.”

Hotohori smiled and gave Sesshomaru a nod. He watched as the photos were placed back into the folder and returned to their original position on the table before speaking. This madness that had taken over the fraternity had to stop.

“I realize that many of you are attracted to Kagome, but let us not forget that we are brothers and need to maintain that bond, especially now that we are so close to moving into our new fraternity house.” Hotohori said, his eyes slowly traveling over his brothers. “While I agree that Kagome is very beautiful, no woman should ever come between us. We are brothers, first and foremost.”

The murmurs of compliance filled the air, but stopped when the front door opened and Kikyo and Sango entered the apartment.

Neither girl looked happy and when they stood before their boyfriends, ignoring the curious glances from the other men, Kikyo snapped, “Is it true that you followed Kagome to her shoot and ogled her as she posed?”

Inu Yasha's cheeks reddened, but he nodded. “We heard that she was posing with Youko Kurama and I didn't want him to take advantage of her.” He weakly explained. He looked over at Miroku, but winced when a loud slap was heard. Suddenly, the room was deadly silent and everyone watched as Sango ripped into Miroku.

“You told me that you and your brothers were studying. Well, now I know what you were studying. You were studying Kagome's breasts and ass. Tell me, Miroku. Do you want to fuck her? Is she the reason why you don't want to fuck me anymore?” Sango demanded, her eyes flashing angrily. Damn it, this was not supposed to be happening to her. She and Miroku were supposed to be desperately in love, and now, he could hardly look at her without flinching. Now, finding out that he had been watching Kagome as she modeled bras and panties was the last straw. This had to stop.

Miroku felt the heat from her slap. Oh, he was growing so damn tired of her abusing him. In fact, several of his brothers were constantly asking him why he tolerated it. Truth be told, he didn't know. However, he wasn't going to deal with it anymore. He had reached his limit.

“Do I want to fuck Kagome? Well, who here doesn't.” He asked, rolling his eyes. “I meant, who here doesn't who is straight.”

Jakotsu and Nuriko relaxed and sat back to watch the show. They were gay and proud of it. The watched as Miroku stood up, and glared at Sango. “Has it ever occurred to you that one day, you are going to slap me one too many times? Well, I am done. This isn't about me seeing Kagome model. This is about you and your need to control me. Well, it is coming to an end, right now.”

Sango sucking in a breath. “What do you mean, you are done?” She asked, her voice quivering. She knew that she often hit Miroku, but since he never said anything, she figured that it wasn't a big deal.

“I mean that we are finished. I will not sit by and let you continue to hit me. Find some other guy who is into that, but know that I am not.” Miroku replied, his violet eyes narrowed. “I wish that it was Kagome whom I met before you. Honestly, her weight didn't really bother me. It was how she dressed that put me off, but over all, at least she was and still is a nice girl. You could take lessons from her, Sango. At least she knows how to treat people.”

Paling, Sango glanced at Kikyo, but the other woman could only shrug. Gulping down a sob, Sango's voice was watery as she softly asked, “Is there any way you and I could go somewhere private and talk this out?”

“No.” Miroku said, his voice just as soft. “I won't go anywhere with you, anymore. You have hit me for the last time. I don't want to be with you, and don't want you near me.”

Sango wanted to touch him, but as she reached out, hoping to convince him to change his mind, Hiei grabbed her hand and gave it a slight squeeze.

“You need to go. You no longer have a boyfriend here and none of us really want to look at the woman who would disrespect our brother the way you have.” He said, his eyes narrowing in a silent challenge.

The sob she had been holding broke loose and she yanked her hand away from the short man. Turning on her heel, she walked to the door, and jumped back when the door opened. Her eyes narrowed when she saw Kagome and two girls she didn't know enter the apartment.

Without another word, Sango brushed past the girls and left. She needed time to herself. But, as soon as the door closed behind her, the tears began to fall and she sobbed as she walked to her car.

Kagome stared at the front door, but then looked at Keiko and Miaka. She grinned when she noticed that Miaka was gazing longingly towards the kitchen and then gave her large puppy-dog eyes.

Waving her hand in the air, Kagome said, “Go ahead. I know you are hungry.” She watched as Miaka ignored the men and Kikyo and headed straight for the refrigerator.

“You would think that with lunch on the plane, stopping at that burger place, and pigging out of fries, she wouldn't be hungry.” Keiko murmured, watching as Miaka began piling items onto the counter.

Laughing, Kagome turned and glanced at Inu Yasha. “These are my friends, Keiko and Miaka. They are going to help me move my stuff into our new apartment.” She announced. Her eyes strayed over to the folder that was sitting on the table and she shook her head. She knew that her friends wanted a glimpse of Youko, and now they were about to get it.

“Ok, are you ready to see him?” She asked, a smile forming on her lips. Keiko nodded and noticed that one of the young men was staring at her. She wanted to snap at him to take a picture, but from the looks of him, he was nothing but trouble. Despite the fact that she was a die-hard good girl, she could not help but think that he was very handsome.

Miaka finally finished making a sandwich and sauntered over to look over Keiko's shoulder. As soon as she opened the folder, both girls were sighing over how sexy the male looked.

“Damn, I can't believe that you actually got to kiss him. Do you know how many girls would love to be in your place?” Miaka asked, her eyes wide. She looked up and lifted an eyebrow as she noticed a tall young man looking over at her. She smiled and grew warm when he smiled back. He was a hottie.

“And men, hon.” Jakotsu drawled, a leer forming on his lips, earning himself a glare from Nuriko.

Kagome sighed and grinned at the girls. “Well, if you want to meet him, then you are going to have to come with me tonight to a party at Club Shikon. He is the guest of honor and guess whom he asked to be his special guest. And, when I told him about the two of you, he insisted that you two join us.” She said, her eyes twinkling.

Keiko and Miaka stared at Kagome before squealing and smothering her in a bone-crushing group hug. As Keiko sighed about what she would wear, Miaka sighed about all of the delicious food that would be served, leaving Kagome to deal with reality.

They had heard every word. Club Shikon was an exclusive club that was difficult to get into, even if the person had a lot of money. The only way into the club was to be invited to be a member, or be the date of a member.

Kikyo cleared her throat and approached her cousin. She had heard about the things that one got to experience in Club Shikon and was a bit worried that her cousin would not be able to handle herself.

“Kagome, perhaps you should reconsider going to the club. It is a very mature club, and things go on there that perhaps you are not ready for.” She advised. She watched as the girls quickly parted and stepped aside to let Kagome face her cousin.

The cold glare that Kagome shot Kikyo was one that impressed even Sesshomaru. The younger woman stiffened and turned to face her cousin directly. “I would appreciate it if you didn't worry about what I am and am not ready for. You didn't care for me a few months ago, so don't pretend that you care for me now. Come on, girls. Let's get my stuff and move it.” She said, leading the two girls from the room.

Kikyo sighed and turned to find herself face-to-face with Inu Yasha's chest. “How in the hell would you know what goes on at the club? Have you ever been?” He demanded.

Kikyo paled. “No, of course not. I have heard rumors, Inu Yasha. That's all.” She said, her eyes widening in alarm. Actually, that was not true. She did go to that club once and was on Naraku's arm, even though she was dating Inu Yasha.

As she spoke, Naraku's face tightened. The bitch dared to deny going to the club, thus denying him. Well, they would have to speak later on.

As the men muttered about what they heard about the club, Sesshomaru stood up and said, “I will keep an eye on her. I, too, am going to the party.”

Suddenly, the room grew quiet as all eyes turned to him. “What do you mean, you are going to the party? You're not a member.” Inu Yasha scoffed, his golden eyes narrowing.

“Actually,” Sesshomaru replied, his tone lofty, “I am a member. I became a member last year, but simply have not gone. However, seeing as how I know about what goes on at these parties, I will attend and keep an eye on Kagome. Just because she is a friend of yours, of course.”

The room suddenly exploded as everyone began to fire questions at Sesshomaru, but were quickly silenced when Kagome's voice was heard.

When the girls appeared, Kagome led the way, carrying several items of clothing, while Miaka walked behind her, carrying her computer monitor, with Keiko coming up the rear, carrying Kagome's large plant. As the girls passed them, Keiko accidentally tripped on Kuwabara's boot and began to fall, only to find herself wrapped up in a pair of strong arms, preventing her from falling.

The dark haired man she had noticed earlier was holding her, and let her go once she regained her balance. When he let go, he shoved his hands in his pockets, and grumbled, “Why don't you be more careful?”

After being on a plane with Miaka for nearly five hours, then having to deal with rude people stepping in front of her to grab their luggage, making her miss hers, she had reached her limit.

“Why don't you kiss my ass?” She snapped, her eyes narrowing. She noticed that a piece of her hair had fallen before her eyes and she huffed at it, angrily reminding herself to kill Miaka for insisting on that particular cut.

Yusuke's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “Excuse me? Do you know who in the fuck you are talking to?” He demanded, his temper quickly rising.

“Yes, I am speaking to the idiot whose village is missing him. Why not run along and see if you are needed.” Keiko snapped, she noticed that Kagome moved closer to her and gently placed her hand upon her arm.

Laughing lightly, Kagome said, “Ah, I see that you have made a new friend, Keiko. This is Yusuke. Yusuke, this is Keiko. Well, we have to go. See you boys later.” Grabbing Keiko's arm, she practically dragged the angered girl from the apartment and heard Miaka tell the men goodbye.

After the girls left, Yusuke turned to the men and snapped, “That bitch is in serious need of an ass beating.”

“Are you going to give it to her?” Hiei replied, his red eyes straying towards the door. He could understand the girl's irritation. If anyone spoke to his sister, Yukina, in such a way, they would be sporting injuries for a very long time.

Gritting his teeth, Yusuke didn't reply. His blood was singing and he was pumped up. No one had ever dared to speak back to him, and this girl did. Instead of being really pissed off, he was more curious about her.

Hotohori sat back in his chair and let a smile form on his lips. That girl, the one who had been eating the sandwich, was very unique. Most females would not have ignored men in favor of making a sandwich, but this girl didn't even give them a glance, but instead hustled into the kitchen to make herself something to eat. Perhaps it would be worth his time to get to know her.

He glanced over and noticed that Tamahome was deep in thought. Narrowing his eyes, Hotohori could not help but wonder if the young man was thinking about the girl. Well, he wasn't worried. After all, in the looks department, he would kill Tamahome. No, the girl would not pass him up to go after Tamahome. Of that, he was sure.

Sesshomaru quietly slipped out of the apartment and headed towards his car. It was time for him to get ready. He needed to start his plan tonight, and would make sure that Youko noticed him. It would be fun to see him angry; after all, he rarely lost his cool, so making him explode at his own party would be just the thing to make his night.