F I D E L I T Y

Disclaimer: Yeah right. I’ll own Inuyasha when the stars shine green in a purple sky.

Summary: Kagome wanted him. Possibly. Hopefully. God willing. Maybe it’s stress, maybe it’s too much alcohol, or maybe it was just him, but…he wanted her too. Sess x Kag

Genre: Humor/Romance

Rating: PG-13 like always.

A/N: My New Year fic folks. I’ve skipped Christmas, tee hee. I’m not in the mood for talking about Yule logs and eggnogs and blah blah blah. And even though I typically celebrate the Chinese New Year, I’ll be writing about the American New Year with all the shameful drunken ranting and everything :-D !!

Part One: Mad Season

“What the world really needs is more love and less paper work.”

-Pearl Bailey

Softly playing piano music and the shuffling of papers were the only sounds heard in the large twentieth story office as Kariudo Sesshoumaru reviewed his accumulated paperwork and files. Quick, intelligent, hawk like gold eyes scanned over documents as slender fingers organized them into files, working efficiently and quickly.

There came a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Sesshoumaru grumbled, irate and tired.

The door opened a bit and a smiling face popped in through the crack, way too happy for its own good.

“What is it Higurashi?” Sesshoumaru asked his secretary, not even bothering to glance up.

Kagome was not fazed by his cold manner but was in fact used to it, simply shrugging it off as ‘Sesshoumaru’s perpetual PMS.’

The girl shifted at the doorway, body still blocked by the thick wood. “The locksmith called, he said that he won’t be able to fix the lock to the break room until Monday seeing as how it’s New Year’s Eve and he has a day off according to his workman’s comp, blah blah blah.”

Sesshoumaru seemed to be slowly digesting the answer like always so Kagome glanced around his office, taking in the intense cleanliness of it all while she waited for his reply.

He’s such a woman she thought, frowning at the mental image of her own rather messy desk. Does that mean that if we’re in a relationship that I would be the “wearer of the pants”?

Sesshoumaru stopped his paper shuffling and finally turned to look up at his secretary, meeting her with cool, impassive eyes, causing her to feel that funny little restricting feeling in her chest again.

Definitely not she quickly corrected herself.

Sesshoumaru propped up his elbows, supporting his chin in one hand with a bored, “You bumpkins do not amuse me” kind of expression.

It looked dead sexy to Kagome. But like hell she was ever going to admit it.

“Higurashi, you are at work, I am certainly at work, practically this whole building of West Industries—one of the finest industries in America—is at work, yet a locksmith who’s education probably consisted of ‘Hooked on Phonics’ is not?”

Pause.

Kagome pretended to cough into her hand, glancing away from her employer and at his royal blue carpet instead, scuffing her pair of pumps on the floor.

“Well Kariudo—”

“Hurry up Higurashi, I don’t have all day.”

Humph. You’ve got money; you can certainly afford it you git. Kagome refrained from voicing her thoughts aloud. Instead she said, “Well sir, as I was saying, technically we’re supposed to have the day off.”

More thick, awkward silence ensues.

“Are we, Higurashi?”

“Are we obligated to have the day off? No, considering that this is your company and your decision as to whether we even have coffee breaks. To be decent of you however, yes, it would be nice.”

Sesshoumaru feigned a dramatic sigh. “Am I nice Higurashi?” he simply asked, going back to paperwork.

Kagome snorted, causing him to look up again with raised brows.

“Something funny about what I said Higurashi?”

Kagome smirked, walking into the office and leaning back to close the door with a dry ‘click.’

“It’s not what you said Kariudo, but how you said it. Like it was an obvious fact.”

That got Sesshoumaru interested. “Isn’t it?” he asked, fingers silently tapping opposite knuckles. 

“No. Not to me,” was the frank answer.

Sesshoumaru scrutinized his ever faithful secretary, someone whom had stayed with him and the company from day one, someone who would occasionally defy him.

Someone who looked damn good in a pair of purple Christian Dior pumps.

“Get back to work Higurashi,” he said, once again ignoring her.

Kagome rolled her eyes and left with a last, “Run out of staples again, my lord?” just to irritate him.

…that insufferable woman.

“Did you buy the cake Kagome?” Sango asked, standing on a chair to do the finishing touches on the New Year’s party decorations.

“Sango, love of my life, you should not stand on such a high chair! What if you fall? No, we cannot have that, I shall hold onto you,” Miroku said, walking determinedly towards Sango and wrapping his arms around her waist, supposedly to “keep her safe.”

Sango ground her teeth together and refrained from castrating Miroku with a dull spoon.

“Junko, if you do not remove your appendages from around me then I will remove them for you.”

Miroku held on tighter, looking up at Sango’s beet red face and waggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Will you be rough?”

An apple was thrown straight at his head, making him reflexively let go of Sango to rub at the offended spot, casting an annoyed glance at Kagome as she stood, one hand tossing an orange in the air and back down to be caught in the other.

“Miroku, please leave your raging hormones at home and get back to work,” she said, looking pointedly at the orange.

Casting a cautious glance at the flying citrus fruit, Miroku looked over at Sango—who had gotten down from the chair—and grabbed her, kissing her hard on the lips.

As soon as it started, it was over, and Miroku smiled roguishly at Sango who gapped at him too appalled to even slap him.

“That was a practice kiss for tonight; I’ll be kissing you longer come New Year. See you later Sango my love!” he said, walking away and giving her a good pat on the bottom just for kicks.

Sango turned stunned eyes towards Kagome who looked like she was trying her hardest to not burst out laughing.

“If you breathe a word of this to anyone then I’ll kill you and your cat Buyo, I swear,” Sango said, looking venomously at the younger girl before walking out of the office with as much dignity as was left to her.

Kagome waited seven seconds, making sure that Sango was out of earshot.

Satisfied that her friend was no longer there, she collapsed on the floor laughing.

A/N: More later. Review now. And yes, I have converted to cavemen dialect.

I’m such a twit.

‘Ta Lovelies

PS: Junko means “pure child.” Isn’t that ironic?