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Kagura never thought being on assignment for Naraku in another city would end up like this.
Never thought she would accept a drink from a stranger, never thought she would agree when said stranger had asked if she would like to head up to his rooms, never thought she would be clawing at the buttons of his dress shirt as she made out with him in the elevator even before they’ve reached his room, never thought she’d end up in a bed that was not her own, with a stranger’s hand on her breast and a fanged mouth on her neck.
But what do you know? Here she was anyway, writhing on a plush bed that was several times bigger than the one she’d been provided in her own basic class room in the same hotel, trying not to be too embarrassing with the sounds coming out of her mouth as she gasped at his ministrations.
In her defence, he was very pretty.
What was his name again? Somaru-? Sha-Shomaru? Whatever. She didn’t need it. Whoever named their child with a ‘-maru’ today anyway? What, did they think they were buying a boat? Fucking weirdo-
She gasped.
Gods, his tongue...
Gods.
Yes.
Her hand fisted in his long silver locks. The softest things she had ever felt. He had thrown his shirt aside and attacked her mouth the moment the doors of the hotel room were closed behind them. She had chuckled at his eagerness, but now...
Fuck .
If she wasn’t so aroused, she would be mortified at the way her body was reacting to his.
Muscled arms lifted her back up from the bed and she felt him clawing at her bra clasps, not stopping with his work on her neck and chest. A small part of her mind that was still sober warned that she was going to bruise in the morning, and that she’d regret it, but she was too far gone to care. A few more moments with him fiddling with the clasps and she found herself frustrated.
Just what was it with men and their inability to remove bras?
It’s literally just a loop that a hook goes into?
She summoned a gust of wind that pushed him down on the bed with a huff, straddling his hips. Her hands went to the back to unclip the bra on her own, and she threw those aside impatiently. She looked down. His hair was fanned out on the white sheets, his golden eyes dark with arousal as they travelled slowly across her body, his mouth slightly parted. His bare chest was muscled, with magenta streaks slashing across his pecs identifying his full-blooded status.
Hmm. Pretty.
The hot length between her legs was solid. It was a good size.
She smirked.
He wanted her as badly as she did him.
A hand had gone up to cradle her neck and she found herself lying prone on the bed again. He tugged at her skirt. It had bunched up around her waist when she had straddled him. A moment later and it was off. Hmph, at least he was better at that then with the br-
He’d closed his mouth around one nipple.
She moaned deeply, grabbing at his hair again as he tasted her breasts. It might have been awhile since her last body, but this man knew what he was doing.
And he did it very well.
His lips wandered further down her torso, nipping at her hip bones. He trailed lower still, and she gasped when she felt his breath at her core. He brought his fingers up, hooking at the seams of her panties. He paused, suddenly.
Fuck, why did he stop-
He ripped them.
Fuck.
This motherfucker -
What the fuck did he think he was doing?
Those cost-
He dropped his lips to her clit, and her mind shattered. She tugged at his hair involuntarily, inciting a deep growl which only sent a jolt of heat to her core. He did not stop, bless him. His tongue slid over her clit, again and again and again, the soft and warm muscle driving her closer and to her peak.
He pushed her legs further apart, and slipped a finger into her slit, and then another. Curled them.
The sound she let out could have been from an animal.
Gods, yes.
Yes.
Gods, she was so fucking close.
He continued, with his fingers inside her and his tongue gliding over her nub. The pressure in her core grew. She was almost there, almost there, just a little more and-
His lips closed around her clit and sucked.
Kagura screamed .
Her back arched as her orgasm rushed through her body like a tidal wave. She felt her thighs closing around his head and she rode through her climax and could feel her slit tightening around his fingers, pulsating intensely. His arms held her down firmly, not letting up until the waves of her orgasm died down.
Fuck.
Holy fucking shit.
Just-
Fuck.
She had never been eaten out like that.
He did know what he was doing.
He sat up, looking down at her as she lay gasping for her breath, her blood thundering in her ears. His eyes travelled across the length of her body as he dragged a hand across his chin.
“Are you on birth control?” His voice was a deep rumble as he tugged at his belt.
She nodded, breathing heavily and not trusting herself to speak. Her mind still clouded over from the intensity of her orgasm.
“Good.” He got his pants off. She pushed herself up on her elbows just as he worked his briefs off his hips. A moment later and his length was exposed, stiffly pointing at the ceiling.
Mmm, it was a good size indeed.
She smirked, and got on her knees.
She would repay the favour.
A push on his well defined abdomen was all it took to reverse their positions, and now she hovered above him. Kagura breathed as she took in the sight before her. His breath came quick and heavy, and his pupils were so dilated his eyes could have been brown. She let her hand trail over slowly from his collarbones, smirking when she elicited a hiss as her nails brushed a stiff nipple. She moved it further down to the tufts of silver hair that marked the juncture between his hips and legs.
And then both her hands were on his length. She fisted it in a tight grip, and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath for that.
She bent lower, squeezing the shaft. It warmed delightfully in her hands and she marvelled at the way it throbbed. He had pushed himself up with his shoulders, eyes burning on her with an intensity she had yet to experience from anything else.
She grinned. Boy wanted a show?
She would give him one.
She leaned forward, taking him into her mouth, pushing it all the way to the hilt in a single move down her throat. She felt his hips buck, just very slightly, and long fingers raked her scalp. She smirked with her lips wrapped around his thickness.
Yeah, she was good at this too.
She withdrew, and met his eyes, finding herself struck by the intensity of those deep golden pools. She let her tongue flit over his frenulum softly, lapping at it like she would a popsicle. His breathing was controlled, and expression flat, and a less observant person would mistake that as indifference. But she saw his Adam's apple work when he swallowed. She closed lips over the tip, flicking her tongue gently over the slit as she suckled.
His lips parted, and collapsed his head back onto the bed, exhaling a straggling heavy breath. The hand in her hair tugged harder as she continued sucking at his length. It was so hot, and she felt herself growing wet when she imagined it within her. She could feel it twitching against her lips and-
He pulled at her hair, hard enough that she raised her head, annoyed.
Tch.
What the fuck was his prob-
He sat up, grabbed her at the waist and flipped her so she now laid on the bed. He pushed her legs apart and crawled between them, hovering above her.
Oh, so he was impatient.
She would have smirked if she wasn’t also squirming with anticipation, groaning when his lips once again found their place on her neck. His length was poking at the entrance of her slit when he suddenly paused, raising his head and leaving her dripping with want. Why-
He gripped her jaw and met her eyes. She swallowed. Molten gold, that’s what his eyes were. Shimmering, burning, molten gold.
“Tell me no and I will stop.” His voice was a low whisper.
What?
Comprehending his words took a while in her heightened state. But when she did, she scoffed.
“Fuck me,” she answered instead, jutting her chin up as if in challenge.
He did.
Fuck.
He entered in a single rough stroke, eliciting a strangled groan from her throat. His nails sank into her hips as he began thrusting, building up a regular rhythm. He moved, and her hips were lifted off from the bed.
Yes, yes. Fuck.
His length hit at just the right spot in this angle.
Fuck.
Yes, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop-
He grunted, and she felt a warm hand coming to rest on her abdomen. His thumb moved, and rubbed at her clit.
She pressed the side of her face onto the bed sheets, her mouth opened as if to scream and yet she was soundless, clawing at the sheets. This was too much, it was too-
She came. For the second time tonight. Her back arched as it coursed through her body.
He paused, and for a moment through the haze of endorphins that flooded her brain, she thought he had finished together with her. She blinked, panting heavily as she came down from the high of her orgasm.
He met her eyes, then continued with his movements anew, leaving her gasping at the overstimulation. He'd pressed his face to her neck again, his forearms resting on the sides of her head. She could feel his hair brushing across her nipples, making her shiver. He moved with greater strength now, pounding with a single-minded focus. Kagura tried to move her hips with him, not wanting to be lying there passively.
A moment more, and he stiffened, breathing heavily in her ears as he finished inside of her.
He withdrew after a heartbeat, collapsing next to her heavily, throwing an arm over his brows, chest rising and falling rapidly as he breathed deeply through his nose.
She chuckled, breathless herself. She was fully sober now. The pretty stranger made sure of it.
That was good.
She hadn’t been fucked like that in a long-
No. She’d never been fucked like that.
Ever.
His hair was strewn across the bed sheets and she found her fingers tangled in its strands. She turned her head, studying his profile. He had a tall nose, and full lips that now lay slightly apart. The magenta streaks on his cheeks highlighted his delicate features, spreading out from where his strong jaw connected with his ears.
...pretty.
His eyes flicked open, sliding sideways to stare at her. She startled at the intensity, but did not look away.
Hm, had he felt her staring?
He pushed himself up with his forearms, running a hand through the front of his hair. He turned his head slightly to glance at her.
“Again?” He asked, his voice a low rumble.
She blinked.
Already?
Had he recovered then?
Well, she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth, and it had been some a while since she had time to herself like this; away from Naraku’s surveillance.
She might as well have some fun with it. Kagura smirked in response.
“Sure.”
More than a year later, Kagura finally learnt the pretty stranger’s name.
It was not Shomaru, as she had thought. It was Sesshoumaru , and Sesshoumaru was the son of the Goddess of the Sky. The heir to her conglomerate, apparently.
Shocker.
He was here , sitting, halfway across the room from her and next to his mother, looking just as beautiful as he did when he gave her the best fucking of her life. He had on a nice three-piece; uniformly a deep blue-gray, and tailored, probably. Those long silver locks which she had so tightly grabbed onto when he ate her out to orgasm multiple times that night were gracefully swept over one shoulder. While his posture was alert and his appearance pristine, his expression was one of bored disinterest.
His eyes flicked over hers briefly when she entered the opulently decorated room, though they bore no recognition.
Could he have forgotten her?
She would have snickered at the ridiculousness of it all, but she was here on Naraku’s orders, and he was here, too. She knelt on the zabuton when he gestured for her to do so, careful not to pull on the burgundy houmongi that she was wearing. She had been instructed to dress in one for the meeting today, for the inu-daiyoukai were known to be traditionalists, and for some reasons, it was imperative that she impressed.
“If this negotiation falls through, I’m taking a limb.” Naraku drawled lazily. “It wouldn’t hurt you much, would it? Simply ground you for, what, three months? So feel free to jeopardise it if you wish.”
She clenched her jaw. Naraku did not play around with his threats. Sure, he could have made them on a whim, but he made sure it was carried out if she failed to do as he needed.
Although...it would have been easier for her not to mess up if he fucking told her what the negotiation was about. All she had been instructed to do was to ‘play the part of a good daughter’.
She supposed that just meant appearing demure and keeping her mouth shut.
Well, she could do that.
She kept her hands tightly clasped on her lap, looking up at the guests in front of her and smiled.
The Goddess smiled back at her, giving her a shallow nod, and for a moment Kagura was left breathless by her shocking beauty, which she had long known from her reputation but, until today, had yet to witness for herself. She returned it with a deeper incline of her head, as was befitting of one her station. She considered what she knew of the demoness before her. The Goddess of the Sky was her title, and her real name unknown and widely speculated upon. She had a husband, and they shared a mistress. Together, they have two sons. Her empire spanned East Asia and Europe. She was also much too powerful and wealthy to be negotiating anything at all with Naraku.
What in all ten hells were the inu-daiyoukai thinking, associating themselves with the likes of him?
Next to her, Naraku had extended a hand. “Goddess, I am honoured to be a guest at your beautiful home.”
“My warmest welcome, Naraku, though I hope you would excuse my husband’s absence for our meeting today.” She nodded, the smile on her immaculately painted lips a gentle curve. “He had prior engagements which he was unable to shake as we had earlier explained in our correspondence. He offers his regrets.”
Sure. ‘Regrets’.
She, too, would choose to skip out of a meeting with Naraku if she could.
Her father smiled, layering on the charm. “Not at all, Goddess. It is my greatest honour to be meeting with you at all. My kindest regards to the General.”
“I will, though, he has not used that title in years. He would be amused to hear that people still refer to him by it.” The inu-daiyoukai chuckled. “This is my eldest son, Sesshoumaru. I believe you might have met him a few years ago?”
“Ah, yes, we have. It is pleasant to meet you again, Sesshoumaru.”
Kagura glanced over at him, keeping her smile smoothly on her face. The Goddess’ son was expressionless as he turned to look at Naraku.
They’ve met?
Pretty boy inclined his head in response.
Naraku smiled, continuing. “Seeing as you have joined us in the discussion today, could I assume that you find the idea to be agreeable?”
Kagura blinked, consciously making sure that her features did not betray her surprise. Sesshoumaru was part of whatever the negotiation was about today? Was the Goddess stepping down from her duties in favour of her son then? What was she-
It was subtle and slow, but the younger daiyoukai’s smile was a cold and dangerous thing.
She felt a prickle at the back of her neck.
“I found myself curious.” He said, simply.
His eyes met hers, and her breath caught. That same shade of gold that haunted her dreams on occasion. She had not seen anything else that burned into her eyes with the same intensity in the time since they’ve met.
His smile stretched wider, fixing her with his stare.
Oh.
He remembered her alright.
She swallowed.
Naraku chuckled, stretching out a hand to gesture at her. “This is my eldest, Kagura. She will be in her twenty-ninth year this month. Just a few years younger than yourself, I believe.”
Kagura almost frowned at that, but she schooled her features just in the nick of time. Why the fuck was her age of any interest to the inu-daiyoukai?
Part of playing the part as a good daughter meant not questioning her sire, so instead, she bowed, smiling as she raised her head. Sesshoumaru’s eyes had not left her. Not for a moment. He gave her a shallow nod in return.
The Goddess responded. “Lovely to meet you, Kagura.”
“It is my honour, Goddess.” She replied, in the way that was expected of her.
“Your homongi is beautiful, child. It matches the colours of your eyes quite marvelously, and is as lovely as you are.” She said with a nod, eyes crinkling in a smile. Then, chuckling with a hand to her lips, she continued, “Your father must have mentioned it, but say, what is it that you do? It is to my understanding that you have a position in his corporation?”
She inclined her head. “Yes, Goddess. I run the galleries and performance stages under the Onigumo name.”
A well practiced cover.
She did run the galleries, but that was not her primary work.
She was Naraku's Knife.
An assassin.
Not that the matriarch of the inu-daiyoukai family needed to know that.
“Oh! The Onigumo arts and cultural properties are impressive. You are so young to be running such a large sector.” The inu-daiyoukai took a sip from the tea cup at her wrist. “Sesshoumaru here had never been interested in helping out with the family business, unfortunately. Insisted on doing his own thing.”
She smiled at her son. “Though, that had paid off quite well, hasn’t it?”
Kagura looked at him.
He had not ceased his staring, but at his mother’s question, he turned to look at her.
“Of course.” He replied, his voice smooth and deep - just like she had remembered - his face an emotionless mask.
And then he was staring back at her again.
Shimmering, burning, molten gold.
The scent of a thundering storm over the ocean.
Sesshounaru had scented her even before she had stepped foot into the room. He was surprised and intrigued, and had wondered if it had come from one of the staff that Naraku kept on his retinue.
And then she had walked in after Naraku to sit beside him, looking exactly as she did when he had first laid eyes on her the year before, and then Naraku had introduced her as his daughter, and it had taken all his willpower and strength not to stare at her in shock.
This was the woman his parents wished for him to marry?
The wind sorceress from a single night of...unbridled lust a year ago who plagued his memory like a fishing hook to flesh - she was the slimy spider demon’s daughter?
He had scoffed when his father had approached him with this proposition, several months ago. His mother meant to see him married, the Inu no Taishou had said, and that she needed him settled, hopefully with an heir, before she felt confident in transferring her ownership of the various family properties over to him. She meant to retire, and would have been satisfied with passing over her empire to his half-brother, as it had always been planned since Sesshoumaru had publicly declared an intention for a full separation of his businesses with hers. That had changed, however, when Inuyasha pulled a full one-eighty earlier this year by denouncing his affiliation with the inu-daiyoukai clan and going into the public service with his human fiancee.
Izayoi was heart-broken over Inuyasha’s actions, his father had said. If Sesshoumaru were to refuse to pick up the mantle, the inu-daiyoukai family would lose both of its sons.
His father had been coercive, as it usually went with him, hinting unabashedly at the strings that he could pull - that his mother could pull - that would unravel Sesshoumaru’s own budding investments into a pile of loose threads like a ball of yarn passed through a litter of kittens.
At least consider it, Touga had requested.
So he did. He had no personal relations with any living persons, human or demon, and getting into a contractual marriage would be nothing more than an inconvenience for a year or two; A prenuptial agreement could guarantee that his businesses stayed mostly intact even after a divorce.
A small price to pay for the enormity of the wealth that he would inherit. A wealth that - while he had initially rejected due to his desire to build his own from the ground up - he realised he now had the ability to liquidate and redirect to fund whichever projects that he wished, an ability that he had not had at his disposal when he had demanded for independence many years ago.
So he considered, and when his mother called him asking if he would be so filial as to accompany her to a meeting with the head of the Onigumo corporation and his daughter, Sesshoumaru had agreed, just to see where the conversation would lead.
And to see what Naraku was plotting with this ploy.
His parents may have their seats so high up in the clouds that they care not for the happenings in the gutters, but Sesshoumaru preferred to keep a close eye on all that could potentially become a variable in his affairs.
And in the past few years he had learnt: look in any direction long and hard enough, and a spider’s mark would show itself.
The owner of said spider mark was now flirting openly with his mother. She would love that, of course. Naraku was an attractive man, and she never did care too much for subtlety. His mother would have seen through what the spider demon was doing, but her being her, she probably enjoyed it.
He turned his attention back onto the woman - Kagura. Her hair was pulled into an elegant updo, and a thick fringe of dark hair framed her rubious eyes. Her lips were painted a sharp red, and it stood out starkly against her fair skin. He had tasted those same lips many months ago. Had felt its kisses on his neck. Had felt them wrapped around his cock. Had watched them stretch into an o as she orgasrmed. Had-
He snapped himself back to reality, clenching his jaw.
Not now.
He forced himself to tune in back to what his mother was saying, banishing the stirrings of lust that had shot to his loins.
“-at all, Naraku. Touga and I are glad that you would even consider our Sesshoumaru for a match in the first place. It is time this boy settled down. The world is ready for the younger generation.”
Kagura frowned, glancing at her father. She looked...confused?
He blinked.
Ah.
Could it be that she did not know the nature of the discussion for the meeting today?
His eyes narrowed, quietly observing as Naraku continued layering on the flattery with nauseating frequency.
Why? Why would Naraku not let his daughter know before bringing her along today?
A sudden thought crossed his mind, and he almost frowned at the alarm that it caused.
Did Kagura know who he was when she slept with him? Had that been somehow, part of Naraku machinations?
He looked back at her. She was smiling politely at something Naraku had just said in response to his mother, and had lifted a finger to tuck her hair behind her ears. Her behaviour today was...different from what he remembered.
Softer. Gentler.
Why was she pretending to be a delicate flower?
And why was his mother pretending to have been bought by her act?
His thoughts were interrupted by his mother placing a hand on his arm.
“Oh, Kagura! My Touga keeps a sizable collection of art works in a gallery in the south wing of our home.” She looked at him pointedly, a saccharine smile on her lips. “Perhaps, Sesshoumaru, you could show her around? As a gallerist herself, I think she would enjoy it.”
He would have scoffed. Of course his mother would lead to this.
She turned back to Naraku. “What do you say, Naraku? We let the young ones get to know each other better while we bring this discussion forwards? They can join us again later.”
“A fantastic suggestion, Goddess. After all, we wouldn’t want to force upon them anything they did not agree to.” He turned to him and chuckled. “I’ll leave my daughter in your hands then, Sesshoumaru.”
He inclined his head in response. Fine by him. He had expected this.
Time to see what he could pry out of the wind sorceress.
What the fuck was going on?
What the fuck was going on?
What the fuck was going on?
If she didn’t know any better, Kagura would think Naraku was trying to matchmake her with the son of the inu-daiyoukai family.
But that was impossible.
Was it?
She walked in silence, two steps behind Sesshoumaru as he led the way, her head troubled by convoluted thoughts. To call the mansion huge was an understatement. It was massive . Her zori made clear clicking sounds on the marbled flooring as she walked, forced to take smaller steps than she normally preferred with the houmongi that she had on.
He was walking slower to accommodate her, she realised to her surprise. But she supposed being refined and gentlemanly was behaviour expected of the eldest son of such a prestigious family. Why did the Goddess-
“This would be my father’s gallery.” He said as they rounded a corner, gesturing to a set of tall double doors. She looked at him and smiled, clearing her throat.
“Thank yo-”
“Why are you here, Kagura?” He interrupted. He spoke calmly, his voice soft and low as she had remembered.
She paused.
I don’t fucking know what’s going on.
But she couldn’t possibly say that, could she?
Instead, she smiled, meeting his eyes. “Weren’t you just going to show me the works in your father’s collection?”
He scoffed, and narrowed his eyes at her.
“Just out of curiosity, why did you agree to this?”
Huh?
“I’m sorry?” She frowned.
“Did you already plan this months ago when you approached me in that bar in Kyoto?”
She raised a brow. What the fuck was he talking about?
“ You approached me, good sir.” He did. She had just wanted to drink alone in peace. Did he fucking forget that?
He scoffed.
“And now you want to marry me? From what I know of the Onigumo family, you are not hard up for money at all. So why did you agree to this?”
Her eyes widened, and she felt the air knock out of her lungs. She had stopped listening when he said marry .
He said marry , right?
What the fuck did he mean by that?
A look of understanding crossed his face, and he nodded absently, almost as if to himself.
“Indeed, you were not aware.”
No fucking shit. Irritated, she retorted.
“What do you mean by marry you?”
“My parents mean to see me married off and settled. Your father wanted a good match for you. Today’s meeting was meant for us to meet, and then decide if we would proceed with the engagement or not.”
What the fuck?
Kagura swallowed, suddenly aware of how the large halls left her exposed. Her fan was in her pouch, within reach should she need it. But-
This wasn’t something she could fight her way out of.
Naraku had planned this. He did not inform her beforehand of his plan intentionally so that she would be thrown off balance. She had to-
She calmed herself. She couldn’t fuck this up.
Not this time.
She breathed. “I was not consulted before coming along today. But-”
Her eyes widened, a realisation hitting her so suddenly that she felt herself becoming dizzy.
This man in front of her was Sesshoumaru .
The heir to the inu-daiyoukai empire.
The pretty stranger that had fucked her senseless that many months ago was a power.
She could-
She could use him.
Her mind raced. This would be a contractual marriage, with terms discussed between Naraku and the Goddess of the Sky and her husband. But she could negotiate another - a discreet one - with him personally.
He had agreed to this on some levels. This meant there was something he wanted out of this arrangement too. For some reasons, Sesshoumaru needed to get married.
She could do that.
She could marry him.
And with the right pushes, he could free her.
She cleared her throat, and continued. “So why did you agree to this? You didn’t know who you would potentially be marrying before today. And I doubt you’re all that excited to marry me just because we’d fucked before. Surely with someone of your calibre, attracting a wife couldn’t be all that difficult, could it?”
If her coarse use of language disturbed him, he didn’t show it. Though...could he have some kind of secret deficiency that was keeping potential mates away? Kagura almost snickered at that thought.
“I was curious.”
She rolled her eyes.
“And now? Here I am. You’ve seen me.” She smirked. “And not for the first time too. You saw a lot more of me the other time.”
He snorted. “I did.”
“So what now?”
“So now,” he moved, coming closer until she could feel the heat emanating from his chest, “I talk to Naraku’s beautiful daughter, and ask her what exactly her father is planning, and why she was pretending to be a sweet and demure innocent in front of my own Lady Mother.”
Kagura swallowed, resisting the urge to step back. She stared back impudently at the intense golden eyes he was using to intimidate her.
“Your Lady Mother happens to be the Goddess of the Sky. There was no way I was going to risk my own future by offending her.”
He pondered on that, and grunted. It was a reasonable explanation.
“And your father? What does he want?”
She paused. Possible responses to that question were multitudinous, and none of them seemed entirely accurate or appropriate in this situation. But...
She took a gamble.
“I don’t know what Naraku is planning.”
He frowned, and said nothing. Waiting.
If her hunch was wrong, if this failed, Naraku would-
She dug her nails into her palms.
No.
No.
This was no time to second-guess herself.
So she continued, inhaling deeply. “You shouldn’t trust him, but I can give you a counter offer in this discussion.”
Sesshoumaru blinked slowly, keeping his eyes fixed onto hers. He was standing so closely that the tie on her obi almost touched his jacket. A sudden flash of memory to the night when they had gotten closely acquainted with each others’ bodies crossed her mind, and she dug her nails deeper in her palms to ground herself to the present.
Kagura, you stupid slut. Focus.
It seemed grueling minutes before he finally looked away, taking a few deliberate steps from her as he looked down the long corridor where they had come from.
“Explain.”
“I can act the role of your wife. For however long it is necessary.” She continued, glad to find that her voice had not failed. “It is obvious that you need that fulfilled, for some reasons that are yours and yours alone. I would not pry any further.”
Silence filled the space between them.
“And in return?” He asked, not turning to look at her as he did.
“In return-” she took in a deep breath to steady her nerves. “In return, there is something I want from Naraku. You will retrieve it for me.”
He turned his head sharply to look at her, the same emotionless mask strapped onto his face.
“Are you not his daughter?”
“I am.”
He cocked his head to a side, but did not ask further. It seemed that was sufficient as an explanation for him.
“And what if I went to him now and told him of our conversation?”
No-
Her eyes widened and panic gripped her heart. No no no- He couldn’t- She swallowed. Not now, she couldn’t lose her composure-
But he had turned to face the corridor again, looking away from her.
“I will not.” He continued. “Incidentally, I agree with your assessment: I do not trust him.”
She let herself breathe.
Good, good. She couldn’t entirely trust this Sesshoumaru’s words, but this was a start. He needed something, that much was for certain. That he was still continuing with this conversation spoke volumes.
His hand had reached into an inner pocket of his suit. He pulled out a slim metal case. He turned and stepped closer, sliding out a piece of white card and handing it over to her.
She took it with two fingers, and looked.
His name card.
“Give me a call. I will arrange for my lawyers to be in contact.”
Then he extended a hand out, gesturing. “Shall we return? Our presence must have been missed.”
She nodded.
It had worked.
For now, at least.
She would have to be careful as she navigated the rest of the way.
She took a step in the direction back to where they had come from, noting how he followed closely behind.
Back to the gentlemanly manners she supposed.
So she led, and he followed.