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Maid for You
The Aftermath and Conclusion
Kouga cursed at the static reading over the net, then cursed again and kicked one of the chairs set up around the table holding the radio equipment, sending the chair flying. "Why do these civilians always want to play hero? Damn it, he better not have gone inside!"
Static, then silence on the radio. Everyone fell silent as they heard someone breathing over the net. "Shots were fired; we need emergency medical personnel in here ASAP. The whole team went down. Naraku's dead. I shot him. We're coming out now. Out."
The line went dead, and Kouga cursed again. Knowing Inuyasha, he probably shut off his radio and it would be pointless asking for more information. "Let's go!" He roared. "First responders get your ass inside and get my men! Team Charlie, follow me!"
By time Kouga made it to Inuyasha's location, the EMT's were already working on his men and Inuyasha stood next to Sesshoumaru, who held a trembling woman in his arms. She had blood spatter near the shoulder of her blouse, but the body crumpled a few feet away from her was most likely the reason. Still, she would have to go to the hospital to get checked out for shock.
"You," Kouga snarled, jabbing a finger at Sesshoumaru. "What the hell were you thinking, rushing in here like that? You could have compromised this entire operation! You could have been killed, and it would have put my ass in a sling!"
The girl in Sesshoumaru's arms turned, and Kouga felt his whole world tilt in that one startling instant before righting itself. She was beautiful. A goddess among women. Covered in blood and terrorized, but Kouga could have sworn it was love at first sight.
"Please," the goddess whispered. "It was my fault; he came for me. Please don't be angry with him."
"Kagome," Sesshoumaru murmured with a slight reprimand in his voice. He pulled her back against his chest, as if he couldn't stand for her not touching him.
When Kagome's hand rose to cover the one Sesshoumaru placed protectively on her shoulder, Kouga felt as if he had been slapped. This was Sesshoumaru's wife? He understood completely why the man wanted to save her so badly, but at the same time it felt like someone threw a bucket of cold water on him. His dream woman was married.
And he had a job to do. He could nurse his broken heart with a bottle of scotch once this disaster was over.
Gritting his teeth, he faced Inuyasha. "What happened?"
Inuyasha went through the scenario, making Kouga curse again, but when he came to the part where Naraku died he hesitated. "I was able to make it to the top of the stairs, where I rushed Naraku. I managed to… end it. Sesshoumaru came in and pulled Kagome away from the body."
Yeah, and he had an "I'm fucking stupid" stamp on his forehead. "That's not your service weapon."
"How would you know?" Inuyasha asked archly. "I'm not part of the police force anymore; I'm a private detective. This revolver was given to me by Sesshoumaru for my birthday a few years ago. I carried it today for good luck."
"Whatever," Kouga muttered. He didn't really care. He could bend the rules a little bit in this case, especially since this one situation probably made his entire career. "Let's get out of this tomb." He turned to Sesshoumaru and Kagome, his voice edged with sarcasm. "I'll need your statements before the end of today. Perhaps you all should write a rough draft to get the facts straight before you come to the station."
Kouga was amazed when Sesshoumaru looked like he was actually considering it. Fucking nerds, he thought sourly, turning on his heel to stomp back to the squad cars. He would send a team in to complete the initial assessment. He would go back when he cooled his blood off; he didn't want any distractions during the processing of this crime scene.
Showered, dressed, and ready to go, Kagome stepped into the bedroom she shared with Sesshoumaru, watching his hunched form on the bed, the way he cradled his head in his hands. She went to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing him close to her.
He wrapped his arms around her small frame, burying his face against her chest, sighing when he felt her hands stroke up and down his back. He realized she was speaking, and tilted his head slightly to hear her better. She was whispering, "I'm okay, I'm okay," over and over, but he could still feel her trembling. Pulling her with him, he laid back on the bed, curling around her and holding her tight against him.
"You'll never leave me again." Sesshoumaru told her, stroking a hand down her hair. "Not ever. I will not allow it."
The fact that Kagome didn't argue with him spoke more clearly about how badly she had been shaken, and he pulled back just enough so he could see her face. Her eyes were large, staring up at him with a mixture of residual fear and an overwhelming love that humbled him. He wasn't sure who moved first, but their lips met and he couldn't stop himself from pouring every bit of himself inside the kiss, to somehow channel it back to her so she would know what he couldn't put into words.
"Make love to me," Kagome asked with a gasp, tightening her fingers around the collar of Sesshoumaru's shirt as he trailed wet kisses down her throat. "Please. Please, I want to be close to you. Don't let another moment go by without making me your wife in every true sense of the word. Please, please…"
Sesshoumaru pulled back, a worried look in his eyes. Kagome stroked a hand down his cheek. "He can't ruin what we have. Please don't make me wait, Sesshoumaru."
His eyes softened, and he stroked the tips of his fingers across her brow, down her nose, over her lips, memorizing her face all over again through touch. They undressed each other slowly, savoring each sensation, every new discovery. Kagome had known about the gentleness within Sesshoumaru; despite his hard, cold exterior, inside he was a romantic, and she knew she was safe in his arms.
So this was what it was like, Sesshoumaru thought. There had been women, but it had never been like this; it had never felt as if he was discovering a hidden treasure; never felt like he was unwrapping the most precious of gifts for the first time. To know that his hands were the first to ever touch her like this. To know that he was the first – the only – man to put such a mix of love and passion and innocence in her eyes, a flush to her skin.
They made each other sigh, and gasp, and float with a kind of heavy pleasure that made their limbs feel weighed down, their hearts light. Sesshoumaru had never loved someone so achingly tender before, and he never would again. She was it for him. She was only – and always would be.
Only when stars touched her eyes and she reached heaven for the first time did Sesshoumaru allow himself to follow her. He would always follow her, he knew. Where ever she went. Always.
It took a few days, but eventually they had to stop giving statements, and when it seemed like Kouga only called them in to talk to Kagome, Sesshoumaru made sure they didn't have to go to the police station anymore. Aiko exerted enough pressure over the press to keep their names out of the paper, and they were finally left alone.
Inuyasha was at the hospital visiting Kagura. She would be physically scarred for life; the only place where Naraku hadn't scarred was her face. Even so, it would take a while for the bruising and swelling to fade around her eyes and mouth.
He had burned her, Inuyasha thought with fury. He had burned a spider across her beautiful back, destroying the dragon tattoo completely, and then he proceeded to torture her some more. She was beautiful to him, no matter how she looked or the dozens of scars that marred her skin. And she was his. He would make sure she knew it by the time she left the hospital. He didn't care if Naraku made her hate men. He didn't care if she hated men – as long as she cared for him.
She smiled slightly at him. "Thank you for coming to visit so often. Not even Kagome and Sesshoumaru visits so often." She arched her brow, only a shadow of her old arrogance in the move. "Don't tell me you've fallen for me already?"
Inuyasha brushed a strand of hair away from her face. Her whole body was covered in bandages; she was probably too hurt to do it herself. "What if I have?"
Though Kagura's eyes softened, she frowned at him. "What about Kikyo?"
He blinked. "What about her?"
"She should be the one you fall in love with. She's mooned over you long enough." Kagura looked away for a moment. Then, as if she couldn't resist, she looked back at him. "Besides, I'm older than you."
That made Inuyasha grin. "So cradle rob me."
A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, but she caught herself and frowned again. "Why aren't you interested in Kikyo? What's wrong with her?"
"Why should I be?" He asked, flabbergasted. "I don't even know her. The few times I have talked to her left me the impression that she was one very hard woman. The kind that has to wear the pants all the time."
"And I'm not?" Kagura asked archly.
It made Inuyasha smile. "Not as hard." He stroked a finger down her cheek. "Definitely softer." He stroked her other cheek. "And I'm sure my pants could fit both of us. Or we could just go without for a while."
"Foolish boy," Kagura murmured, but she was smiling. "We'll see."
He would take her to his mother's house, he thought. Nobody knew how to heal a person's heart like his mother. Out in the country she would be able to relax, enjoy, and learn about him because he knew his mom would never keep her mouth shut. She'd fall for him eventually, he thought. He didn't want to think that she wouldn't.
"Where is Kagome today?" Kagura asked, looking behind him as if she'd be able to see Kagome sailing through the door any minute.
"You don't want to see Sesshoumaru?" Inuyasha teased. "He helped rescue you, you know."
Kagura rolled her eyes. "To see Kagome would be to see Sesshoumaru. He doesn't let her out of his sight for an instant, the domineering brute."
Her voice was arch, but there was something wistful in her expression. Inuyasha leaned forward with meaning. "It's okay. I'll domineer over you as much as you like."
She rolled her eyes at him. "Where are they?"
"They're packing," he said, leaning back with a grin. "They've decided to leave Japan for a while. I guess his mother hooked them up with an around the world cruise. I have a feeling they might stay in every port they visit for a while before catching the next boat. Once they leave we might not see them for a couple of years."
"I'm glad. I've never met two people who seem so perfectly made for each other." Kagura said, smiling. "They deserve it – as long as they remember to see me before they leave. And to write. I myself don't think I'd ever be able to leave Japan. Maybe I'll live in the country somewhere for a while…"
Inuyasha grinned again. "I know the perfect spot. Let me tell you about this place I know…"
Kagome smiled happily as she looked around the empty apartment. Everything was cleared out and put into storage, and all goodbyes were taken care of. A lot of Naraku's victims went back to their loved ones, but for the most part they all disappeared. Kikyo vanished shortly after Kagura and Inuyasha disappeared to the country, but Kagome could admit that she didn't exactly try to learn her whereabouts. Sango left Miroku once he revealed his past, but she confided in Kagome and told her she just wanted to make him sweat for a while before she took him back.
Aiko had decided that Sesshoumaru wasn't fit to take over his father's empire yet, and firmly booted him out the door with cruise tickets and a smile. Now all that was left was for them to leave. Everything was turning out just fine, and Kagome knew it was all because of the hard work of Inuyasha, Sesshoumaru, and Aiko.
Sesshoumaru appeared behind her, bending slightly to nuzzle the top of her head. Kagome turned and smiled, then reached on her tiptoes and kissed him. Sesshoumaru smiled slightly, the cold in his eyes thawing a bit as he looked at her.
"Are you ready?" He asked, holding his hand out to her.
Kagome turned back around, tears pricking her eyes. So much has happened… She remembered everything. The fear, the anxiety, and the odd excitement she felt when she looked at Sesshoumaru's picture for the first time and was told that he would be her new husband. She remembered his surprised face when inside the box revealed Kagome, and the confusion and the happiness and the love that quickly followed. It had been such an adventure… Was she ready to leave it all behind, to once again close a door to her past and start a new adventure?
"Yes," She said with a smile, and took her husband's hand.
They both shut the door to the apartment, and locked it behind them with a resounding click.
Authors note: Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who has read Maid for You, and especially to those who have been with me from the very beginning and never gave up on me even when it seemed as if I disappeared for a while. This story has been epic for me, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Your reactions, compliments, and fan art have been greatly appreciated, and helped motivate me throughout this story. I'd like to point you guys in the direction of a new story I've started, titled The Peasant Prince, A Cinderella story. A new 100 word, 100 chaptered story that I hope you will enjoy, inspired from Dokuga's Cinderella Drabble Drawble Night.
Until next time!