Aitoshii

AUTHOR’S NOTE:
I do not own Inu Yasha nor any of its characters. That honor goes to Rumiko Takahashi.

I want to also note that I do mention currency, so if you do not know how much a yen is according to your country’s currency, http://www.xe.com/ucc/ is a good place to find the rate conversion.

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Sesshoumaru had waited a whole week and there was no sign of the Miko Kagome. He had concluded his meeting with the American demons, but was still angry about their lack of business etiquette. That and the fact that the raven- haired miko had not fulfilled his demand still left him agitated.

‘She was supposed to deliver that jacket. Impudent onna!’

He had a strong feeling that she would be rebellious. She had been in the past, so he berated himself for even thinking that she had changed. He had always been a curious youkai and got his answers quickly and efficiently. However, this was different. This was not Sengoku Jidai. Kagome had been a formidable opponent and her powers practically equal, if greater than his. He had not liked that a ningen could be such a powerhouse, but since he had fought alongside her as an ally, he had no reason in this modern age to be jealous. The Cardinal Youkai of Japan had arranged a secret treaty long ago with the Emperor for peace. It stated that youkai would conceal themselves away from the normal ningen population and not harm any unless harmed. It was beneficial as the humans were like rabbits, quickly increasing their number through the years. Sesshoumaru had long ago tolerated the stench of humanity, but not because of their rise in number. It was because of ningen like Rin and Kagome.

They had never fit the mold that he had always stereotyped ningen. The ningen he had seen were greedy and easily swayed to side with opposing youkai forces. They had no loyalty. The few that had been employed in his father’s palace had secreted themselves away and days later he had killed them in battle for their traitorous ways. But Rin and Kagome, they had been selfless. They had been happy as if no deep sadness effected them and tainted their souls.

It was disturbing to find Kagome doing such a demeaning job. Of course, she was beautiful. He had always thought she was, but he had many morals to get through in the past to allow himself to actually see her for her. She had loyally stood by his half- brother and it seemed that she had no room in her heart for another. From about two years after first meeting her, until the final battle, she had changed somewhat. Her smiles were not as genuine, seeming almost heartbroken. It was enough to cause him to be angry at how something or someone would make someone so pure look so downtrodden. The final battle was the last time he had seen her. It was like she just disappeared without a trace to track her.

He wanted to see her. He felt obligated to know how she was doing. It was not a matter of retrieving his expensive coat. He had several in his closet and then enough money to buy hundreds of the same if he wished.

“Jaken, go ready the limousine. This Sesshoumaru will go to Aitoshii tonight,” he called out over his intercom.

“Hai, my lord,” Jaken replied back.

Sesshoumaru quickly closed up his brief case and made his way from his office and down the steps. He always took his time down the steps. He hated the elevators as last time there had been a malfunction and he ripped through the top because he had gotten impatient waiting for the maintenance crew to come up the steps to fix it. As requested, once he had passed through the exit of his building, he saw his ride waiting for him.

As soon as Sesshoumaru had arrived at Aitoshii, he sought out how to request a private dance from Kagome. He was not interested in her dancing for him, but more to make sure he got her to promise to meet with him. He knew that in getting her to promise to speak with him, she would honour her word.

Once directed by a waitress, her approached the owner of the establishment. The owner was a black rabbit youkai, a rarity especially for a youkai who was not a predator. Usually in the past, they were fair game for food as youkai replenished their youki by the blood of other minor youkai. It seemed cannibalistic, but not really. Inu youkai never ate other predator youkai except in the case that there was a battle. The winner ate the loser in true form to regain what energy was lost. When the black haired youkai caught a whiff of the demon lord, Sesshoumaru could smell fear roll off of the rabbit in waves. He shrugged it off as he knew it was only natural instinct being that Sesshoumaru was a predator.

“You have nothing to fear of from this Sesshoumaru,” the silver haired taiyoukai stated calmly, keeping a comfortable distance from the rabbit youkai.

If he would have approached any closer, the youkai would have gone into a panic.

“My lord, what can this Hiroshi do for you?” he replied nervously, however a bit more visibly relaxed then a few moments ago.

“This Sesshoumaru requests a private dance with The Miko,” he said, and then pulled a thick wad of yen from his coat pocket and tossed it to Hiroshi.

Hiroshi’s blue eyes widened and then he bowed, “Usually The Miko does not do private dances. However, I am fairly certain that your payment will persuade her to change her tune. The ladies here with me will escort you to the Red Room.”

Sesshoumaru followed the French maid dressed waitresses through the club and into a room that definitely cried ‘Red Room.’ It was tastefully decorated with abstract motifs on the wall and a few vases with white roses here and there. The one side of the room had a mirror. Sesshoumaru thought it was odd, but shrugged the thought off.

“It will be ten minutes until The Miko arrives. Over to your right is a television. We broadcast the dancers into our private rooms while our clients wait. Enjoy,” one waitress explained with a bow.

“Would you like to order a drink, my lord?” the other asked.
“Hai, Scotch on the Rocks,” Sesshoumaru replied, and then sat on the couch in the darkest part of the room.

He always drank the strong British drink as it was one of the few alcoholic beverages that did have a kick for a youkai like himself. It only took a couple minutes and the waitress returned with his drink. The girl was a hanyou and she openly ogled him. He just looked back coolly and she huffed before turning to leave.

The television cut out and the lights darkened. It was then that a deep techno beat with Japanese shamaisen playing resonated through the room. It was pleasant, and was not as loud as the previous week in the VIP room.

A hand laid on his shoulder and he remembered that there was a door not far behind the couch he was sitting in. The Miko bent down to his ear and breathed in it before finally speaking.

“I thought you were not interested in ningen, especially female ningen,” Kagome said into his ear.

“You were told to bring my jacket, onna,” Sesshoumaru replied calmly, although inside he was already being affected by her presence.

His ears were a very sensitive part of his body and her breath had started to heat his blood. He felt something drape over his shoulder and reached for it.

‘My jacket.’

“I’m a very busy girl, Sesshoumaru. You’re lucky I even cleaned it let alone returned it,” she said and then made her way around the couch.

Kagome was nervous. She had not anticipated Sesshoumaru requesting a private dance. She did not even grant them, but Sesshoumaru had given Hiroshi about 45,626 yen, which was like four hundred US dollars. That was a lot of money to be dishing out and she would receive half of it after her dance.

‘So, he is rich. Figures,’ she thought dryly, brushing a raven lock behind her ear.

She had dressed in her miko garbs that she danced on stage once a week since Sesshoumaru had requested The Miko.

“Before any other words begin, you must here the rules. You may touch me, but not hurt me and you can’t touch me in my private regions. You may touch my ass if you wish. I can touch you anyway I want, but I can’t hurt you. That mirrored wall is a two way mirror for my safety. I will have to dance. If you wish to speak, we will during my dancing for you,” she explained.

Sesshoumaru nodded and replied, “Very well, miko.”

He was not sure if he could hold up to her dancing and touching, but the challenge to keep his control was definitely a thrilling aspect.

‘This Sesshoumaru should not be turned on by a mere ningen. But alas, Kagome has never been a mere ningen.’

Kagome kneeled before Sesshoumaru and slowly creep up and over his knees, brushing her covered tits over his clothed body until she was face to face with him, merely sharing breath from the millimeters between their lips. She kept a straight face, use to this, but smirked inside as she could feel Sesshoumaru was definitely affected by her.

“So talk,” she said softly, then pushed herself away from the silver haired youkai.

She slowly removed her haori, letting it slide seductively off her shoulders. As she swayed to the beat. She then propped her right leg, her stiletto digging into the velour couch next to Sesshoumaru, letting him catch a peek of her black thong underneath.

Sesshoumaru gripped the couch with his claws at the sight of Kagome’s bare breasts before his eyes. They were naturally large and well shaped. Her skin was practically flawless except for the scar on her side and some faint claw marks. He knew they were more prominent, but he could smell that she had a light glamour spell to make them invisible to the regular human eye. They would be repulsive to ningen, but to youkai, those scars would attest to her strength and courage.

Her breasts were rosy tipped and he remembered that even in Sengoku Jidai, she had been fairly large for a teenager. He wanted to reach out and touch them, possibly suckle them, but growled inwardly at his weakness, snapping himself back in control.

“Why do you do this demeaning job?” he asked.

Kagome looked at him, bent over and slid her hands over his chest until her now deliciously soft and supple tits rubbed over him. She still had her leg up on one side and had hoped this new position would tempt him to touch her. She knew she should not tempt Sesshoumaru, being a mononoke of great power, but considering his arrogance, she bubbled inside at the thought he actually might give into some of his emotions. Touching her would mean that he could feel more things than hatred and anger under his apathetic mask.

“It was the only thing available. I had wasted four years to restore this jewel hanging on my neck and throughout that whole time, I heard nothing different than that I was worthless, “ she explained without pausing her dancing, dropping her short red bottoms to reveal her entire black thong. “It does not matter anymore, Sesshoumaru. I was just a time traveler that was foolish. I broke the jewel. Although Naraku did the dirty work, it was my fault for bringing the jewel in the first place. I am paying for it and it only matters that everyone who had been affected by the jewel and Naraku are either now happy or died at peace.”

Although she danced, he could see behind the careful pleasant mask she had constructed. She was still sad on a level that made him quickly lose the heat from his blood that she had easily enkindled.

‘She should not be working here. It does nothing for her broken soul.’

“You will stop working here, miko,” Sesshoumaru demanded.

She discarded her thong and danced, lowering her body and then doing a backbend, giving him a perfect view of her shaved clit and her core. She pulled her legs up and over her body out of the backbend before doing the splits.

'She is really flexible,' Sesshoumaru could only think, his mouth running dry as he practically ripped a chunk out of the couch.

She slid her legs from split position until she had them bent under her so she could properly arch her back, her nippled pointing towards the ceiling, pebbled from exposure to the air.

She swung her arms around dramatically to the music like a flower waving in the wind before bringing herself to her hands and knees. Her long raven hair fell over her shoulders like a watefall. She looked at the stoic demon lord and stalked him like a cat, before sliding over his knees and sitting herself on his lap. She then leaned back, and slid her arms slid around his neck to nip his ear.

“You can’t tell me what to do, Sesshoumaru. I have nothing but this life. We can talk, but you can’t tell me how to live my life. Until I’m done with school, I must work here. I have nothing else,” she gritted out, yet her firm ass rubbed against him.

She was truthful in everything and it took her own will to keep from falling apart.

His body responded immediately, his member pressing happily although impatient since his boxers and slacks were the only layers separating himself from her. He groaned, cursing himself for his slip in control as he brought his hands to her waist.

‘She is too good at this. This Sesshoumaru has denied the pleasures of the flesh too long.’

“Stop, Kagome,” he growled, reigning his control back, his vision running red.

Kagome looked at him and noticed his eyes flashing red.

‘He is losing to his youkai. If I tempt him any further, he’ll lose all control.’

She stopped and got off of him, schooling her features and with a bow, “Thank you Lord Sesshoumaru for requesting a private dance with me. Ask Hiroshi for my contact information and we can be in touch in a less arousing environment. Gomen ne, Sesshoumaru.”

Kagome left the room with only her black stilettos on. Sesshoumaru stayed a few moments before standing up. As Kagome had mentioned, he sniffed out Hiroshi and made his way to the rabbit youkai.

Hiroshi saw Sesshoumaru and bowed with a wide smile, “I hope your private session was to your liking, my lord.”

“Very. Kagome mentioned to me that I may ask you for her contact information. I wish to speak with her outside this establishment,” Sesshoumaru requested.

“Very well,” Hiroshi replied, and whipped out a business card and a pen.

Hiroshi wrote on the back and handed it to Sesshoumaru, “Guard that, my lord. There are many patrons here that lust for her. Many are youkai and can smell her purity as well as the Shikon no Tama.

Sesshoumaru accepted the card and stuffed it inside his pocket. He then pulled out more money.
“This should be enough money for your troubles to make sure Kagome does not perform for the next month. She does not belong here. Were you not aware that she was the miko who was responsible for Naraku’s demise?” Sesshoumaru said, hoping the 800,000 yen would suffice.

“M-m-my lord, this is more than enough,” the owner cried out.

“Make sure she is off duty as soon as I depart,” Sesshoumaru commanded coolly and turned heel to leave.

‘She will be angry, but it is for the best.’