Disclaimer: Again, I do not own Inuyasha, any of the characters, or anything to do with the manga or anime. Those rights belong to someone else. One day, maybe, I’ll be rich enough to buy it! LOL! I guess I’ll just keep dreaming

A/N: Well, this story is for the holidays. I hope you guys enjoy it. This time, it will be very short chapters, but I’ll update very quickly. Just want to try and see what’s going to happen.

Summary: A girl from the "wrong side of the tracks," Kagome Higurashi's always been something of a loner, depending only on her best friend, Sango Tsukan, for friendship and her family for love. In school, she excelled academically, but she never tried to make friends with the "in" crowd, content to watch them from afar. And, in particular, she watched Sesshoumaru Taisho.

Christmas is her favorite holiday, and every year she's worked holiday shifts at Sesshoumaru's family's department store. This year, however, she's got something more than holiday work in mind. Now that she's about to leave her hometown of Bishop, Ohio, for Manhattan, she's determined to have what she's always wanted and that’s Sesshoumaru.

Chapter One

Kagome Higurashi smoothed the skirt of her supershort elf costume, wondering if perhaps she should have changed before the annual holiday party for the staff of Carrington's Department Store. Except for two other elves and Santa, everyone else wore typical workday attire.

And although Kagome had been perfectly comfortable guiding children to Santa's lap or working the gift-wrap table, now she felt decidedly out of place.

She was pondering the possibility of sneaking off to raid the women's casual wear department when Sango flounced over, looking gorgeous as usual in a loose red dress that cinched at the waist. In one easy movement, she handed Kagome a fresh glass of wine and leaned in close. "It's not easy being green," she whispered, then burst into peals of laughter.

"Thanks." Kagome flashed her friend a wry glance. "You're making me feel so much better. I'm standing out like a sore thumb, and people are staring."

"No, Miroku's the sore thumb, since he's Santa and all in red. You can have a green thumb. Except there aren't any plants around."

Kagome couldn't help it; she laughed. "Whatever. They're staring."

"So what? You look hot. Green, but hot. And isn't that what you wanted?"

"I suppose." As she had every year since high school, she'd signed on as a temporary holiday employee because she absolutely adored everything about the Christmas season.

This year, though, she was interested in one particular fringe benefit that came with the job: Sesshoumaru Taisho. He'd never once noticed Kagome. Not through four years of high school, not when she'd worked summers during college in his family's department store, and certainly never at the annual holiday party. This year, Kagome hoped that would change.

Sango downed the last of her wine, then smirked. "Oh, please. Could you be more nonchalant? You've been planning this for months. You want him." She stepped back, her assessing gaze skimming up Kagome's body. "And I'd say tonight you've got the goods to get him."

"I hope you're right," Kagome said, even as her gaze scanned the guests, hoping for a glimpse of the man in question. Come January, Kagome was leaving her hometown of Bishop, Ohio, for the Big Apple. But before she left, she intended to give herself the one thing she'd always wanted but couldn't have which is Sesshoumaru Taisho.

They may have grown up in the same town, but they had never lived in the same world. That was a simple fact of life. Sesshoumaru was a Taisho; pronounced with nose in the sky and much pomp and circumstance. Kagome's dad drove a truck and her mom waited tables.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Kagome said.

"I can." Sango squeezed her hand, and Kagome gratefully squeezed back, accepting some of her friend's innate strength. "You played by the rules your whole life and it didn't get you anywhere. Good little Kagome who nobody even noticed. And now you've finally grown up and decided to go after what you want. It worked for that job in New York, and it'll work for Sesshoumaru Taisho, too."

Kagome pulled in a deep breath, hoping Sango was right. She'd always been the good, quiet student. Straight A's. Doing exactly what the teacher said. No cutting corners. No taking wild risks. She hadn't even signed up for a pottery class because she was afraid that the grading was too subjective. And if she got a B or, heaven forbid, a C she'd lose her chance at a much-needed scholarship.

But while she might have been an academic success, elsewhere, she was a complete failure. Assertiveness had never been her forte, and she'd spent most of her youth on the sidelines. Mentally, she lifted her chin. Maybe the old Kagome did, but not the new Kagome.

The new Kagome had been gutsy enough to fly to New York, knock on doors, and wait in reception areas to get the interviews she wanted and the ploy had worked.

She only hoped her ploy to get a single, passion-filled night with the one man she'd ever wanted would work as well.

TBC…

A/N: Well, here’s the first chapter… Please tell me what you think of this one. So review, review and review! I hope you guys appreciate very short chapter because that’s what I’m going to do. Right now, I can’t think because the TV is on at home and even through my laptop and I are in my room with the door closed, it’s still too loud. So I love all of you and I hope I get lots of reviews, good and bad are all welcome. That’s how I can ameliorate myself. Thank you for reading and have a good holidays.