At What Price

SUMMARY: “Juromaru?” Kanna interrupted him, for a moment all movement ceased. She felt something, however; it was a small but elusive presence. It was like Kanna was trying to feel out the area but when nothing came she then continued on her way nearing the office doors.

Author's Note: Enjoy all. It's late and I am sleepy so forgive any errors. I will proof it later. Oh, thanks to all who answered my question. I appreciated it. Plus all the reviews!

CHAPTER 56: SIX FEET UNDER
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Samou made his way down the hall until he came to two double doors with the words engraved on a plaque declaring and damning who they belonged to. Naraku Onigumo.

“Kanna? I don’t see anything.” A deep voice drew Samou’s attention away from the doors.

“I felt a presence. It’s still here.” The monotone voice replied.

The two came down the hall looking suspiciously for anything that didn’t belong. Which Samou definitely didn’t belong, but he wasn’t going to let them catch him. He pressed hard against the double door as his skin become one with the dark highly polished cherry wood. ‘Damn it’s that girl again. Shit!’ he groaned mentally. ‘She brought a companion with her.’ Samou cussed at his bad luck at the moment.

“I smell something… but it isn’t an intruder Kanna. It’s more like death and rot. It must Naraku’s play toy wench…”

“Juromaru?” Kanna interrupted him for a moment, ceasing all movement. She felt it again, however; it was small and elusive presence. It was like Kanna was trying to feel out the area with her youkai, searching for this being. But, when nothing more came, she then continued on her way nearing the fated office doors, the same doors that led into Naraku’s personal office. The same doors that Samou camouflaged his skin to match, which know held all attention.

Those black lifeless eyes seemed to zone in on Samou, and he hitched his breath at the feeling of nothingness. It clawed at him wanting to take over him. She was sucking him dry the closer she came.

“Yes, Kanna?” Juromaru answered in a questioning query.

“Perhaps we should warn Naraku.” Her eerie emotionless tone haled out.

“I don’t know,” scoffed Juromaru. “Can’t you smell those two in there? There going at it again…”

Kanna didn’t answer or seem to give any indication of listening to Juromaru’s earnest warnings, but instead lifted her arm out in order to grasp for the door handle.

Samou held his breath as the small, seemingly lifeless, little wench’s hand came right at his chest in slow motion. He became more aware of the door knob press agonizingly painful against his back.

“Wait!” Juromaru intercepted her hand with his which was centimeters from touching Samou’s chest. “Kanna, think about this.” He reasoned. “Remember the last person that interrupted Naraku while he was banging his whore? He’s six feet under.”

Kanna turned her head slightly to look at her co-worker who now held her limp hand. His blonde locks held a tint of blue to it, as the florescent lighting shined down on the hair accentuating it.

Juromaru could see his mirrored image in those lifeless eyes. ‘Damn! She knows no fear. Kami, it looks like she is trying to read my soul.’ Juromaru shuddered and let her pale hand go. He had heard rumors about her. All of which seemed to be true. Naraku had met her at one of those business conferences a few years back, when an assassination attempt on Naraku’s life was taken. Kanna apparently noticed the small beam of a red laser aimed at the back of his head when she tackled him to the floor just seconds before the bullet struck the wall sending plaster flying in the air. Naraku was taken with the girl and made a deal to have her. She was supposed to be in the service of Ryo for two more years according to her contact. But, Naraku knew that there was a price for everything, and everything had a price, which he was willing to pay for this girl.

Samou didn’t realize that he was holding his breath until that blessed distraction came which was all he needed. If anxiety and stress made him feel this adrenaline high, which could make him take flight and soar then this was the ultimate high he’d ever been on. Samou, at first, was focused in on the frigid cold radiating from the girl’s small hand aimed right at his beating heart. It felt like she was trying to swallow the life force out of him. Samou moved with the speed of light away from the door just to the right, to get out of the way. He felt the permanent impression of the handle imprinted excruciatingly into his backbone. ‘At least Samou,’ he thought. ‘You aren’t in the line of fire, so that when that lifeless wench, Kanna, goes for the handle again she won’t feel up on you instead!’ He silent chanted one thought repetitively, as his green eyes narrowed at the bothersome girl. ‘Open the damn door! Open the damn door!’

As if Kanna had heard him, she placed her hand on the handle and turned it. The one side of the double door opened with quiet reverence revealing an office cloaked in damning darkness. Then the sound of panted moan of a woman cut through the dark.
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“Well Sesshoumaru, I hear another round of congratulations are in order here.” Came a voice as old and rough as parchment.

Sesshoumaru just held a stoic face with eyes like ice when he looked at the old Taiyoukai present before him. This wasn’t a social call. It was business, and for that reason alone Sesshoumaru didn’t divulge anything. He just nodded curtly in acceptance at the demon sitting across from him.

“I have here some of the papers from your father’s will.” Rayen said as he was digging around in his brief case. He pulled out a stack of papers and placed them on the desk. “I need you to sign right here Sesshoumaru-sama.”

Sesshoumaru looked at the papers Rayen held out on the desk before him and took them. “What is the signature for Rayen? I haven’t fulfilled all the stipulations along the way.” Sesshoumaru gave him a questioning look. He then began to skim through the papers reading some of the fine print.

Rayen’s wrinkled eyes lit with amusement. “Don’t worry Sesshoumaru-sama, this is only what you would call a checklist, so to speak. It is a verification that you were married before you turned thirty, which if my memory serves right, is only a week away.” Rayen eyed Sesshoumaru wryly for a moment before continuing. “I presume you have already mated with that darling of a woman?” He pried.

Sesshoumaru felt something close to snapping at that question. He didn’t like, nor care to answer that prying question. ‘Who the hell does he think he is?’ Sesshoumaru had to muffle the growl that was radiating in his throat. “If you are insinuating whether or not I have marked her, then yes. I don’t see who that is any of your business!” Sesshoumaru’s tone held a frosty biting sting to it.

Rayen could pick up on Sesshoumaru’s rage boiling just under the surface at this question. ‘Interesting.’ he smiled. ‘It seems that the Great Sesshoumaru-sama has developed feeling for the wench.’ “I will need to verify that, in order to validate that you complied with the will. She will have to stop by the office and let me look at her.”

“Kagome will do no such thing!” his eyes narrowed. “You will take my word for it, and you will have all the proof you need when our child is born!” Sesshoumaru’s voice gave the suggestion that Rayen better leave the subject of Kagome alone for a while.

Rayen sat there is his chair not daring to chuckle at the young Inuyoukai in front of him. ‘He must have mated with the beautiful woman. Because, Sesshoumaru would not act like this normally, so possessive and over protective. It must be a side affect of his mating mark.’ Rayen thought to himself before speaking again. He cautiously selected how to proceed from here. “Very well Lord of the Western Lands, I leave you with this.” Rayen stood his old body up from the chair. His old bones snapped and the cartilage crackled as Rayen straightened his body. The harsh grating noise echoed off the wall. He reached a weather hand for his brief case. “You, Sesshoumaru-same now have only one year to produce a child. If, in that time, one is not produced than all will be given to your brother.” Rayen left with great speed leaving behind an incensed InuTaiyoukai in the office as he made his escape from the office.

Sesshoumaru was starting to detest these damn nuisances of provisions for the will. ‘One year…’ He’d be damned if he was going to let Inuyasha have his part of the company. A trail of two sets of four deep gashes were now engraved in the mahogany desk which Sesshoumaru stood before. He went for his black leather brief case and car keys as his eyes were still tainted red with fury. Sesshoumaru stormed out of the office with unreal executioner grace as he thought of his destination… ‘Home.’
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Naraku turned his head in the direction of the door when he heard it open. His red eyes saw the small blonde haired girl standing in the door way. “What is it Kanna?” His voice asked in seductive tone laced with annoyance, but he would never get angry with her completely. Kanna had saved his life, so he had become lenient with the girl. Naraku was impressed by her. Kanna was quiet and devoid of anything which was a trait he liked. She had a sixth sense that saved his life. Naraku would never harm her. Beside this wasn’t the first time she had seen him in this state.

Kikyou, who was sprawled out on top of the desk, naked, with her long lean legs wide open with Naraku poised between them, stifled a disgusted moan. She wasn’t the least bit mortified, no. Kikyou knew the employees had an idea of what went on between them, and if they even uttered one word about their affair they were taken care of, six feet deep, and six feet under.

“There is an unwelcome presence lurking within the building.” The void less girl stated.

Kikyou was getting frustrated because she was in the heat of the moment and then left on the edge teetering. “Take care of it Kanna!” She shouted at the girl.

Naraku laughed at Kikyou. “Kanna do a surveillance sweep and increase security.” His crimson eyes could see his reflect in her pitch eyes reflecting nothing.

With that, the creepy little girl left the two lovers, however; they had now gained an anonymous onlooker watching in the shadows.

Kikyou sat up, and tried to get off the desk and started to pull her clothes back on in frustration.

“I’m not done with you bitch!” Naraku growled as he grabbed her breast painfully.

Kikyou winced a little, but knew he wouldn’t be denied. She liked it rough anyways. A vile smile crossed her lips as she pried his hand off her breast. Kikyou dragged on hand down to Naraku’s crotch guiding his swollen penis to her wet pussy. “Fuck me.” She pleaded.
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A yawn came from her swollen rosy lips, as Kagome stretched her body out languorously on the cool black silk sheets beneath her. After her three hour long nap, she seemed rejuvenated and frisky. ‘Wait, weren’t the sheets white before?’ Kagome’s mind started surging back to life. ‘Didn’t Sesshoumaru say he went to work? Guess that means I’m alone on the estate…Hummmm? Now let me think…. If Sesshoumaru isn’t in the palaces that means I can investigate. Hahahaha!’

Kagome was thrilled with the idea of snooping around the palace with no one to shadow over her. On many occasions, when she tried to do so, in the past, there was always someone lurking over her shoulder following her. They were making sure that she didn’t get into any trouble. ‘Or,’ she thought. ‘They were making sure I didn’t find something that I wasn’t supposed to.’ This only peeked her curiosity. Even more so, at the thought of something forbidden lie in wait ready to be found.

The palace housed many alluring rooms inside its majestic walls, however; one room beckoned to her inquisitiveness nature the most. The one room she had been in, but never really was able to look into without Sesshoumaru being in there or Jaken barring her path. Kagome could remember his words like a siren giving warning in her head. ‘This is Lord Sesshoumaru’s personal and private room no one may enter without his permission. Even you!’ However, Kagome wasn’t one to take warnings very serious. And at the moment this time was one of them.

“But first, I need to get dressed!” Kagome said out loud to herself. She rolled off the bed and gingerly made her way to the closet for some close. Fifteen minutes later Kagome was dressed in a velour gray jump suit. The pants fit snug around her hips showing off her flat stomach. The tank top was black with the long sleeve jacket worn over it. Kagome left the master bedroom in a determined fascination.