Beautiful Miscommunications

Kagome had one hand on either side of his head as she tried to hold herself up. The look of surprise on her face wasn’t due to the fact that he knocked her to the ground, but that with a single piercing look, he had flushed out every thought of ethical reporting. She forgot the detail of not getting involved with her story. It was wrong. It would make her lose her credibility, her focus, her…damn his lips looked so delicious. Kagome’s heart began to beat faster as his hands locked on her waist. He smirked.
Before she could react, he had her pinned below him. “Gotcha!” Kagome’s look of surprised turned to one of confusion. “Did you really think I wouldn’t land a single blow?” He asked with a raised eyebrow as he stood up and walked away. Her eyebrow twitched as she jumped to her feet. This was the second time he did this to her. His ears moved when they registered her movement. He sniffed. Her scent was spicier than usual…He decided he liked it. He would have to annoy her more often. He heard her start to run towards him. He prepared for her attack, but was surprise to find her jump on his back. Instinctively he linked his arms around her knees to keep her from falling. He immediately regretted it when she used her weight to cause them to collapse backwards. Granted, she took the bulk of the fall. “Oh, you want to play!” He smirked. This would be fun. He hardly had the chance to spar, and now that he knew she could play rough…
He growled lightly he rolled over. He was too quick for Kagome to hold on to, so she took the opportunity to move to her feet. He was on all fours looking at her with spots of red in his eyes. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dilated with anger and indignation. He pounced, quick and fast, throwing them back on the floor. “What’s your obsession with having me on my back?” She asked as she maneuvered her legs to roll them over.
“I should ask you the same thing.” He growled grabbing her legs and pulling her forward until she was forced to either lean back or flash him. The conservative reporter reacted like he expected. He easily threw her off balance. Grabbing one of her legs, he pinned it to his waist as he leaned over her. “I think I like you like this.” He teased as he looked down at the flushed girl. Her scent spiked, and he growled appreciatively. His youki stirred causing his golden eyes to glow orange. His mouth watered as he realized what that scent was. Kagome looked at him in confusion. He wasn’t going to… Not after turning her down earlier…was he? He leaned down and growled, “You smell good.”
The room became silent as his demonic eyes met her angel blue ones. He smirked, leaning down before the silence of the room was broken by an annoying ring. “That’s my work phone!” Kagome realized before knocking the hanyou off her. He growled slightly annoyed before taking after her. She already had the phone to her ear when he knocked her to the ground and growled lightly. “Inu Yasha, this is work. It’s important.” She warned as she sat up, ignoring his crimson eyes. She mindlessly rubbed his ear as she talked on the phone. The poor dog was lost. Her caress was sweet and gentle, but her nails were rough and playful, just like he like it.
“This Wednesday? That won’t work….I would like something sooner… I see…no, I don’t want to wait until he gets back…Fine, I’ll move some things around and I will see him after the taping. How does eleven thirty sound? Ok, bye.” She turned her phone off and turned towards Inu Yasha. “I’m sorry, but duty called. Where were we? Oh, dinner!” She abandoned his ear in favor of checking the stir fry cooking in the kitchen. Inu Yasha opened his golden eyes after sighing. That had felt good…but he had almost lost himself. That was not good. He looked at the young reporter adding salt to his food…Why did he want to taste her so badly? Why had his youkai demanded he make her submit after she turned down a kiss? And, how the hell did she know how to handle him? Was she that stupid not to sense danger, or that smart to know how to avoid it?
She looked up and smiled, still flushed from their earlier activities. Let him deal with the confusion. That was two kisses he left her hanging for; like hell, she wasn’t going to pay him back for it! “Dinner’s ready.”
“Keh.” He growled as he took his overflowing plate from her and moved to sit down in the living room floor. He really needed to get furniture in there. She grabbed her plate and followed him. Deciding he looked to adorable when he was grouchy, she continued to taunt him,
“Now, that we have dealt with my anger management issues, let’s talk about your pent up anger.”
“I don’t have pent up anger!” He growled.
“Now, now…that doesn’t sound the voice of a non-angered person.” He growled lightly as she smiled at him. She may be annoying, but she smelled delicious. He took a bite of the food she had graciously prepared for them. He paused and looked at it in amazement. It was good…really good…so good, it was almost better than Ramen. Almost. He wasted no time in inhaling his food. “There’s more in the pot.” She informed him as she took the first few bites of her meal. He grabbed the pot and began to devour the food. At least he liked her cooking. She shrugged as the dog made a pig of himself.
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Most people hated Mondays but not Kagura. She had good reasons to enjoy the first working day of the week. For starters, it meant she no longer had to baby sit her brother, and she was allowed to be away from Kanna’s mirrors. It was good to have some distance from Naraku’s ever watching eye. But, most importantly, everyone was dead on Mondays, which meant both her father and Sesshomaru would leave her alone until Tuesday. This would make everything a bit less complicated. If she avoided him this week, she would never have to talk to him about the elevator incident, not with the financial quarter reports coming out this Friday. No, he would be too busy checking profit margins to care.
She strategically planned to be in ten minutes late to work to avoid bumping into him in the elevator. She wasn’t sure she could ever take the elevator with him again. She turned on a few lights as she walked to her office. The hall clock read 7:40 am. Her father wouldn’t show for another three hours. Kanna and Akago would probably arrive with him, if he didn’t send them ahead. She walked into her small office. It had just enough room for her desk a few chairs some shelves and cabinets, but it had a huge window behind her desk. It was all she needed to remain calm. She took off her black trench coat revealing her conservative black skirt and red silk blouse. She turned to her desk as her chair turned to face her.
He sat in her chair perfectly groomed, with his hair pulled into a low braid, his eyes holding her in place, and his lips in a tight frown. “You’re late.”
His soft eloquent voice broke his spell on her.
“And you are in the wrong office! Do you mind getting out of my chair?”
He obliged, standing up, moving towards her, but not letting her move past him. “We need to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” Hadn’t they had this conversation before? No, wait…that had been a dream. His clawed hand caressed the cheek her father had bruised, though the hanyou’s mark had faded.
“I beg to differ.” She looked into his golden eyes and was lost. His face remained as stoic as ever, but there was a tempest of emotions running through his eyes. The only clear one was possessiveness. Both Naraku and Akago had looked at her that way, and she wasn’t going to allow another man to get away with it. She smacked his hand away and looked at him defiantly in the eye.
“The lights went out in the elevator that’s all. My private affairs are none of your concern.” She walked past him and sat on her chair. “You changed my screensaver?” She asked indignantly.
“I got tired of looking at tropical beaches for twenty minutes.”
“You know I don’t get in here until 7:30.”
“But, since you were avoiding me, I wanted to catch you if you came earlier to grab your laptop and work from a remote location.”
“I haven’t been avoiding you.”
“No, then how come I haven’t signed a paper since last Monday?”
“I’ve been out of the office.”
“You were in on Saturday.”
“I was busy doing other work…Why did you put a password on my screen saver?” She demanded, frustrated that she couldn’t change it.
“So you would have to talk to me.” He answered flatly. She groaned as the maze popped up again.
“Out of all the options, you had to pick the most annoying one! What are the time settings on this? Ten seconds?”
“Fifteen.” He corrected. She turned to him, eyes burning with annoyance.
“What do you want?”
“Lunch.”
“Why?”
“I get hungry around twelve.” He answered as he walked out of her office, but stopped and turned around, “Wasn’t your office supposed to be bigger?”
“Naraku decided that Akago needed more space.”
“For what?” Sesshomaru demanded.
“So that his ego could grow as large as his father’s…is there a point to all of this?”
“I just don’t see it proper that a Vice President has a smaller office than the Chief of Maintenance. Why didn’t you complain?”
“The only other office had no windows. That’s worse than the poor storage space. Are you going to give me the password?” She demanded.
“Not until after lunch. Oh, and I also changed the password on your laptop. I will see you at twelve.”
“If you want to talk, talk to me now.” She protested. There was no way se could survive all morning with that maze popping up. Besides making her dizzy, it reminded her how trapped she really was. He closed the door behind him.
“Who hit you?”
“No one hit me. I walked into a wall.” She answered sarcastically.
“Who helped you?” He rephrased his question, slightly annoyed.
“Why do you care?”
“You are my Vice President.” He insisted.
“I’ve been walking into walls my entire life, and it has never affected my work.” She answered courtly. He growled lightly. He knew it had been a mistake to come to her, to offer her his protection. She was that bastard’s child, though, even covered by her father’s scent, he could make out her delicious woodsy aroma. “The password?”
He looked at her, trying to find the answers to the questions he had not formed yet. “I can knock down those walls.”
“No you can’t, and it’s better you don’t try. I might start walking into coffins instead.” She hated being so open with him, but he needed to understand that his playing hero could only end in her demise. He nodded before taking the keyboard from her and typing in a few keys.
“My offer still stands.” He finished before walking out of her office.
“And I wish I could take it.” She whispered, not knowing that he had heard her.
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Sango walked towards her office half-asleep. Coffee wasn’t going to do it for her today. She had relaxed all of Sunday, but having to work Saturday had thrown her off schedule. Sometimes, being the head of security for a large company such as Full Moon Enterprises had its drawbacks. “Good Morning, Miss Kizu!” Her bright and cheery secretary greeted her with a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then, there were the other times…
“You have the US ambassador, some military guy and a really hot hunk in your office.”
“You need to learn to tell jokes better.” Sango waved away as she moved into her office, sipping on the cup of coffee she liked so much. She nearly choked when three men stood to attention the minute she opened her door. The first man was short with salt and pepper hair. He had on a black suit and was definitely not Asian. The middle man dressed in army uniform she knew by reputation mostly. General Morimoto was the head of National Security. The third man she knew better than she wanted. Miroku Higurashi had a rare solemn face as he was dressed in black jeans, mauve sweater and a black leather jacket. It looked good on him. She noticed he still had his rosary beads on.
“Gentleman.” She greeted as she walked over to her desk. “Who are you, and why are you in my office?” She asked with the politest voice she could muster.
“First, let’s make this conversation completely private.” The middle man spoke up. She turned to her computer and deactivated security in her office. The man turned to Miroku who shook his head. “Completely private.” Sango raised a questioning eyebrow as Miroku pointed to her broach. The Full Moon Emblem pin that she wore as part of her uniform was promptly removed. By this stage of the game, she wasn’t surprised he had figured out it was a wireless camera.
“I am General Morimoto; this,” he pointed to the short man, “is US ambassador, Joseph Mason, and I believe you are already acquainted with Mr. Higurashi.”
She nodded. “And why on Earth do I have the head of National Security, a US ambassador and a taxi driver in my office, all before 8 am.”
“Straight to the point, just like your father.” The General observed. “You had your father and your brother run background checks on Mr. Higurashi and his biological father, why?” Sango looked at her watch. That had been quick.
“Because, according to my research he doesn’t exist.” She answered honestly.
“Why are you researching him?” The ambassador asked.
“He is part of an on-going investigation. Both, Tokyo Police and Full Moon Enterprises have unanswered questions.”
“Then I recommend that both parties forget that you ever heard of him.” The General ordered
“Why? Why so much secrecy?” Sango demanded. Like hell were they going to storm into her office and tell her what to do!
“It is vital to national security.” The General informed.
“The identity of a cab driver, with a cab registered as a federal vehicle is vital to national security?” Sango raised an eyebrow. She wanted answers not a run around.
“You should just tell her.” Miroku spoke up. He was watching them quietly from his seat, studying Sango’s reactions carefully. “She’s good at what she does. You know she will keep digging until she’s satisfied with her answers.” He added when the older men looked incredulous at him.
“Fine,” Mason spoke up. “Miroku’s father was a New York cop who stumbled into a terrorist smuggling ring. He had gone in to investigate drug trafficking, and found nerve gas instead. The information he gathered was enough to eliminate the New York cell; unfortunately, we were unable to get to their leader. We gave Miroku and his father a new identity, and after his father’s death, we placed him with an appropriate foster family. These people never forget. If they find out Miroku is still alive, they will come after him, even though his father is dead.”
“What’s worse,” Miroku interrupted, “they would hurt my sister to get to me.” Sango worried her lower lip as she processed the information.
“We keep a close watch on him out of respect for what his father did for us.” Morimoto added.
“So, you give him a government vehicle to drive around the city?”
“If he were to get into an accident, we would be notified immediately.” She nodded.
“Knowing this, I cannot in good conscience continue my investigation into Miroku’s past. I would hate to alert someone that he is alive and well.” She stood up and bowed as the older man left her office satisfied with her response. Miroku stayed behind as she pulled out a folder labeled “Higurashi-Takahashi Incident Report.”
“I didn’t think you would be swayed so easily.” Miroku spoke quietly, his wise man façade never falling.
“Knowing the facts, I can make a responsible decision. I would never put an innocent person at risk to satisfy my curiosity.” She spoke as she picked up a black marker and began to cross out lines out of her report.
“What are you doing?”
“Erasing you…as far as I’m concern, you don’t exist, and I never met you.” He moved around her desk and watched her cross out his name and any information he had provided from the report. Considering his role in Kagome’s escape, a few pages were almost completely blacked out.
“You would think I’d be used to this.”
“To what?”
“Not existing…I’ve spent the last twelve years of my life being a shadow…a ghost, unable to form any meaningful relationships or connections with the people around me. If it wasn’t for my sister, I would be convinced that I’m just a figment of someone’s imagination.” Sango looked at him in awe. His deep violet eyes were filled with sorrow and loneliness. Her heart was suddenly filled with a strange ache and compassion for this man. Had she not suffered a similar fate by working for Sesshomaru? Her work required so much of her time, she was barely at home, and, if it wasn’t for her cat, no one would know that she didn’t sleep in her office every night. Looking at him with warm eyes, she stood up. Why she wanted to comfort him…she wasn’t sure, but she did.
“Miroku,” her voice was soft, “I’m sure it’s not all that bad.”
“Sometimes, I get a hint normality, like when a beautiful woman agrees to have dinner with mw…How about tonight at seven?” Sango slapped him hard. “It wasn’t that improper of a dinner invitation.” He protested rubbing his cheek.
“No, but the hand you still haven’t removed from my ass was!” She growled as her eyebrow twitched in annoyance. “Hentai!” She screamed as she grabbed a heavy paper weight from her desk and broke it over his head.
Miroku sighed before he moved his hand. “It’s a curse…A thousand pardons my lady…would eight work better?” Sango’s anger exploded.
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General Morimoto smiled as he heard the woman screaming behind closed doors. “Do you think it’s wise that he be allowed to aggravate her like that?” Mason questioned worriedly as they waited for the elevator.
“It means that he doesn’t view her as a threat.”
“I’m not sure; she might be more than tempted to keep digging, just to get back at him.” Mason warned as they entered the elevator.
“Not a Kizu. They are loyal and honor bound. She will keep her word.” Morimoto assured
“She is also a woman, and to quote the old saying, ‘hell knows no furry like a woman scorn.’ Old Miko’s identity may be compromised, and that is more important than protecting young Don Juan’s identity.”
“Trust me; if she is a true Kizu, then she won’t allow anyone the pleasure of killing the man that ‘scorned’ her. Besides, I plan to have this situation completely taken care of by the end of the month?”
“Oh?” Mason questioned as they left the elevator.
“There is only one way to keep a Kizu quiet.” The General spoke quietly as they exited the lobby. Outside, the day was getting darker as storm clouds could be seen in the horizon.
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Reference: Don Juan, a Spanish character that romanced many ladies. A womanizer that met a terrible fate for his sins. It is also now used to refer to a lady’s man or a womanizer.