Something Missing

“I say, do you really think that she deserved such cold treatment? She is just human, but she deserves some lenience for being family at least. Then, there is also the fact that she is carrying the heir, for now, of your family fortune.” Jareth said as they walked to Sesshoumaru’s office.

Sesshoumaru looked at him. “She is a human woman. She and her entire race are nothing but grasping insects, concerned with nothing but wealth and status. Status she already has, and with the bank account I set up for her the wealth aspect should be taken care of so she should not try to whore herself out to us. Not that I would think any of us would fall to her ‘charms’, with her disgustingly pregnant body.” (AN: I don’t think that pregnant women look disgusting, but Sesshoumaru is going to be a prissy, arrogant jerk in this one.)

Sephiroth sat to the side, silent. He was anything but silent in his head though.

‘She is so vulnerable, and Sesshoumaru being Sesshoumaru will not help things.’
‘Wait, don’t you hate all humans? Don’t you remember that the sorry state you’re in is the fault of humans? Don’t you despise them for being weak?’
‘But she seems different. I can just feel something from her that makes me not hate her. I can’t blame her for the faults of all humans.’
‘She is human, and that will not change. She must bear the faults of her species just as every other human must.’
‘She seems kind. Not the type to play with other’s emotions.’

Sephiroth was brought out of his internal debate when Sesshoumaru spoke. “I wish to commend you for a job well done. I was able to regain my business back and sue the company Takaru Tsukiru had owned for quite the nice sum. Job well done, both of you.”

“Wait. I thought the only reason we had to go to such lengths was because we had no proof. You can’t sue without proof.” Jareth said.

Sesshoumaru seemed surprised. (Not that anyone else could tell. His pupils dilated slightly and his mouth twitched about a quarter of a millimeter.) “Gentlemen, I can not believe that I still have to sugarcoat the actions you both undertake to keep my...our...business at the top. I believed that the both of you will have left old-fashioned ideals like honor behind.”

This was the wrong thing to say to both of them. Honor was the only thing they had left. The sidhe can never knowingly lie, or their magic could turn against them. As for Sephiroth, his personal brand of honor has been the only thing that has allowed him to have any sense of self-worth. The news that the man they view as a brother has been responsible for lessening that honor was a hard blow to both of them.

But, the honor of remaining with the man that they owed a debt to outweighed the dishonor of them unknowingly betraying their personal honor. They would just have to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the men and women they betray deserve it before they make a move. No longer will they be pawns in Sesshoumaru’s game.

“If we can get off the subject of out-dated ideals such as honor, we can go on with our business. Sephiroth, if you will remember Jareth expressed his curiosity about why you have only aged about four years in the two decades you have both been here. You submitted your DNA for analysis by our scientists about a year ago, and I have the results.”

Sesshoumaru seated himself behind his desk. ‘Even after all of this time he still needs to hold himself in a position of power over us.’ Jareth mused as he and Sephiroth seated themselves in the chairs in front of the desk.

“Sephiroth, the alien genes within your DNA is extending you life and slowing your aging. But, the scientists theorize that since you are no longer on your planet being exposed to the trace alien genes in the air on your planet left over from Jenova’s crash, your aging will speed up. In a few short years, your aging will be human fast. You will still have the strength and abilities tied into your genes by the experiments, but the side effects like long life and speed healing will fade into nothingness.” Sesshoumaru said expressionlessly.

Sephiroth stood still. His life was about to end, in the blink of an eye to the immortal demon and sidhe that he was close to. He could now appreciate the feelings humans felt when contemplating their end.

Jareth stood up. He was in so much pain. Now, the one of the only people in the world that still stayed with him was going to die soon. Sure, he would have a few years but then he will get old and die in next to no time. This news, on top of the arrival of the woman that reminded him so much of the innocent Sarah, before he showed her her dreams and taught her to distrust, sent him away.

He sought escape in a recently found interest of his. Rave clubs. Only the high class ones, of course.

He excused himself from his brothers. Sephiroth still seemed shocked, and Sesshoumaru merely nodded.

He went to his room to change. He looked at his opulent surroundings. His carpet of the softest, deepest forest green stretched from wall to wall. All of his furniture was done in mahogany and black. His king sized bed was a sea of black and green pillows and satin sheets. He removed the three piece suit he had on, and took a shower.

He got out of the shower and walked in nothing but his towel to his walk in closet. First, a pair of tight black leather pants, buttery soft. Next, a red long sleeved poet style shirt. He then put on his thigh high boots. They went up his legs, lacing up the back, like a corset, with red lacings. His last accessories was a pair of thin black leather gloves and a thick silver chain with a carved barn owl pendant. He used mousse to spike up his chin length pale gold hair and a red headband to hold it back. He was ready to leave.

He checked his watch as he walked to his black Lexus and started it up. ‘Nine o’clock. Perfect.’ he thought as he drove to his favorite club, ‘Lost in Delusions’ and parked. He walked past the long line of people and greeted the bouncer. He nodded, and said “greetings Mr. Lucius. You can go right in.” as he moved aside.

Jareth nodded to the bouncer as he entered the club. Jareth walked into an almost solid wall of sound. He smiled. Just what he needed. Driving industrial-techno sound, barely dressed bodies writhing on the dance floor, and a well-stocked bar. All well equipped to offer an escape from his life.

He walked up to the second floor where the bar and seating areas were located, declining to notice the attention he was attracting. Several women, and some men, looked with lust at the skin tight leather stretched across the luscious butt of the blond man. One woman looked with shock. She knew that butt. ‘Jareth, have I finally found you?’

He studied the people dancing as he placed an order for a Bloody Mary. The flashing lights illuminated the dancers, losing themselves in the music. He sipped his drink. ‘Ahh, spicy. Just the way I like it.’ he thought.

“Hey, I could feel your eyes from the dance floor. What say we get to know each other better.” A sultry voice whispered in his ear. He froze with shock. He hasn’t heard a voice this beautiful since he left the sidhe courts.

His grip on his drink tightened. ‘Alana’ the mere thought of her name brought memories of the little half siren, half sidhe sorceress he had left behind when he became the Goblin King. The swirling mercury eyes, the black hair streaked with ocean blue, her seductive voice cutting other pompous fey down with a rapier wit, he missed her for all of it. He had forgotten her when he left for the labyrinth, but she was his closest friend in the courts when he was younger. She was yet another thing to add to the list of things he’s lost.

He spun to see who it was that dared bring up memories of his loss. He froze in shock. But for the eyes and hair, she was almost identical to Alana. Her blue eyes looked at him with curiosity and a hint of lust and her black hair was brought up in spiky pigtails. She was wearing a pair of ripped turquoise tights and a short black leather skirt with a white t-shirt that was also ripped. Her turquoise bra was visible through the thin material of the t-shirt, and she had a pair of high heeled black strappy sandals on.

“Sure.” Jareth said. She smiled and ordered a raspberry martini. “So, what’s your name?” she asked. She received her drink and took a sip. “Jareth Lucius.” he replied. She choked on her drink and turned to him with wide eyes. “It is you. Finally”she said in awe and relief.

“Do I know you?” he said, kinda annoyed with the over the top reactions she was giving him but still fascinated by her resemblance to his friend.

“Yes you do.” She checked her watch and widened her eyes at the time. “I have to go, but can you meet me here next Friday, this time?”

“Sure but-”

“Gotta go. I will explain everything then.” she said as she hurried away.

He shook his head. ‘Human women. I don’t know why I find them so interesting.’ he thought to himself as he returned to looking at the bevy of interesting humans below him.


AN

I wasn’t going to update so quickly, but I was so inspired by all of the reviewers that I wrote this. Please tell me of anything that is wrong with this story, don’t hold back the constructive criticism.

Shalinir: thank you for the complements. I hate those things too. I wanted Sesshoumaru to be a jerk this time for some reason, but he is my favorite character in real life. I hope that this update continues to please.

Chirsi: I wanted a pairing nobody has ever done before. I’m sick of Sesshoumaru/Kagome, I don’t think Inuyasha deserves her, there aren’t enough good Koga/Kagome or Naraku/Kagome stories, and I don’t know half of the stories that Inuyasha is crossed over with. But, I just saw Final Fantasy VII Advent children, and I couldn’t resist.