Wishes for the New Year by SlayerofQueens09

Bright lights and Blushing Reds (revised)

Chapter 7 – Bright lights and Blushing Reds (revised)

I do not own Inuyasha the manga/anime or anything of it. This is pure fan loving fiction!!!

Note!: I want to say a very speical thank you to sesshomarusama33. Because of my lack of time and other issues, sesshomarusama33 has beta this chapter... and hopefully future ones as well!!! So please check her out, she as well has some amazing stories about our lovely couple. Enjoy!!!!

Kagome had been dreaming. It had been one of the best dreams she had ever had, and would usually cause her to turn several shades of colors.

            She lay on a patch of fresh grass in the open night sky. She wore only her light blue bra, and her matching lace panties.

The wind blew and caressed her heated body. She lifted her hand up to touch the soft, smooth skin of a striped cheek. Golden eyes gazed into crystal blue ones. He had been the most handsome, beautiful man she had ever lay eyes upon. She could lie there forever, feeling his hands move across her body as if he were worshipping her. Kagome had felt wonder, and had felt alive when he touched her. She beamed from the emotions that threatened to burst from within her.

Then everything turned for the worst. The once peaceful night sky turned violent and angry, as lightning struck amongst glooming dark clouds. She looked up, hoping to see beautiful golden orbs, but she was met with striking grey eyes, peering down her blue crystal orbs. No longer was the man she fantasized on top of her, but instead was a man with short black hair, and eyes of stormy clouds, his nose seemed twisted and broken. She tried to scream, yet nothing came out.

His hands were rough as they traced up her neck. His fingers curled as he bent his head towards her, licking her face. His lips moved against the shell of her ear, as he whispered. “Let’s have some fun.”

            Kagome jolted up from her bed, her hands shot to her neck as her breathing turned heavy. A dream. It was just a dream. Shaking, Kagome moved her hands to cradle her now throbbing head. Closing her eyes hoping it would lessen the pain. Kagome tried to recall last night’s events, and what happen. Everything was a blur. She could remember Sango party and when she had hurt herslef. Then she recall the little group heading to some club, but after that, that’s all she could really remember. Straining herself to remember, she saw flashes of a bathroom and of…

Sesshomaru…

“That’s right… He was there when that man tried…” Kagome couldn’t finish the sentence. She began to remember, her memories coming little by little. Holding her head tighter, she ignored the pain, her shoulders shaking. “I’m such an idiot.”

She sat for a moment, allowing her eyes to look around her surroundings. She was sitting on a large bed with a simple black frame, covered in white silk sheets. Across the room was a long dresser, the same color as the bed frame, with a rounded mirror hanging above it. Next to her were two large, tall bookshelves that started at the ceiling, pressed against the wall. The bookcases were spaced out enough to where a picture of green woods, framed by a windowsill, could be seen in-between them.

Across the way, she could see two doors that appeared to lead to a balcony. Sunlight attempted to break through the curtains, lighting the almost entirely white room.

Looking down, she saw a night stand with a small lamp next to the bed. On it, was a glass of water and a small white pill. Reaching over, Kagome wince in pain. Looking down at her arm, she saw the newly fresh wrap. It hurt like hell. It felt as though someone stab her a thousand times. Putting her arm down in her lap, Kagome reached with her right hand. Grasping the water and pill, Kagome looked at the pill and read 200mg Tylenol. Tipping her head back, Kagome swallowed the pill, gulping down the water. The water was a relief, refreshing her dry mouth.

With shaky breaths, Kagome wiggled her way out of the nice, warm silk sheets. She dragged herself out of the bead, standing on wobbly knees. She blushed feverishly red  as her eyes lowered to her current attire. Her jeans and tank top had been replaced with an overly large white button up shirt, reaching just above her knees. It gave a nice “V” shape on the sides of her legs, showing her upper thighs; it also gave her a flirty appearance, with her lace booty shorts revealed. Her blush rose when she realized where she had seen it before.

Sesshomaru was wearing it the night when he saved her drunken ass. Then it hit her. She remembered how she pressed her body against his back and touched him, “Oh. My. God. I molested the CEO of Taisho Corp. Holy shit!”

Her eyes once again wandered to her bandaged arm. It was wrapped rather well, actually, and she would say that if it were not, it would be in a lot more pain then it was now.

Did Sesshomaru wrap my arm for me? Her blush intensified. Did he dress me?

She covered her face with her hands, wishing she could just disappear. She had never felt so embarrassed in her entire life, and there were plenty of embarrassing things she could choose from! Taking a deep breath, she decided it would be best to try and find her clothes. Looking everywhere in the room, including the adjoining master bathroom, she sighed when she could not find them.

Oh… what am I going to do?

She smelled something delicious, and found herself walking slowly as she followed the door, entering what appeared to be the living room. She winced as she opened the door, a bright light causing her head to throb again. She tried to adjust her eyes to the blinding light, pulling the shirt down and sitting down on the bar stool she found.

Kagome once again found herself staring at the backside of Sesshomaru as he cooked, ironically enough, sitting in the very same seat as before.

She stared at him in awe, while he cooked. Admiring his appearance, he was wearing a gray turtleneck sweater, with black slacks. Kagome was suspecting that no matter what he wore, he would look good in anything.

Though, of course, she had imagined a fantasy of a made-up character; bringing her romance novel men to life. However, this was different, as this was an actual living man.

Probably looks better without…

shaking her head, Kagome tried to move her thoughts elsewhere. She didn’t know why, but every time she was near him she always has these thought about him. It was becoming tiresome. It was wrecking havoc on her emotions and thoughts. She never really had such thoughts about anyone.

Though, of course, she had imagined a fantasy of a made-up character; bringing her romance novel men to life. However, this was different, as this as actual living, breathing man.

She tried to concentrate on the food he was preparing, inhaling it’s heavenly aroma. She couldn’t see what it was that he was making, since his back was facing her, but whatever it was started to make her stomach growl.

Sesshomaru turned at the sound, causing her neck to warm. “How are you feeling?” She looked up to him, their eyes meeting.

“My head hurts like crazy, but I’m alright, I guess...”

Nodding, he turned to grab a plate from the cover. She watched as he placed a burger on two buns, settling an egg on top. Great... He made me a hangover burger.

“Um, thanks for helping me last night…”

“You should be more careful, next time.” He chided, placing the plate with a side of homemade seasoned fries in front of her. He was going to continue telling her what would happen if he hadn’t been there, but he saw the downcast of her eyes and thought other wise. “Not a big drinker I gather?” He chuckled as he watched her cheeks flushed. Thankfully, she didn’t hear it. “Yeah, too many cocktails, I guess. I’ve never cared for drinking.”

“Then why start now?” Place a fry in her mouth, Kagome shrug.

“Cause’ it was Sango’s birthday party.” Nodding, he watched as she picked another fry with the arm that he re-bandaged. When he had first seen it, blood had been pouring from the previous wrapping. He wasn’t sure what had caused her to received such a wound, but from what he had seen, it would definitely need stitches.

“What happened to your arm?” He asked. Looking down, she raised her arm slightly, wincing when she moved it.

”Some guy at the party pushed me into a set of speakers, causing me to break it and to cut myself.”

Walking towards her, Sesshomaru gently lifted Kagome’s arm. “This needs to be rebandaged before I leave.”

“You’re leaving?” Panic began to settle in. She didn’t want him to leave yet... especially after the night she went through. She did not want to be alone.

“I’m needed at my job. I will only be but an hour or two.” He replied.

“Oh, that’s right! You’re the CEO of Taisho Corp.” Raising an eyebrow towards her, Kagome laughed nervously as she put her hand behind her head. “I didn’t know who you were, so I searched you on the internet.”

“You should eat. It will help with your hangover. If you need to contact me, contact the number that is next to the phone.” He started, pointing to the cordless phone in the kitchen. “While I’m gone, you may do as you please. Make yourself at home.”

Placing her hand back into her lap, she nodded. “Um… may I ask you something?” She could feel her blush rising into her cheeks again. Sesshomaru noticed, assuming whatever she was going to ask had made her uncomfortable.

“Hn.”

Taking that as a yes, Kagome continued. “My, um… clothes… What happened to them?”

Sesshomaru couldn’t help the smirk that rested against his lips. “They are in the dryer.” At her look of confusion, he answered, “You vomited over yourself. This one had to clean you, and change you. Do not worry, my eyes did not linger.” As he turned, his smirk widened. “Much.”

He watched as Kagome’s eyes widened, her entire body becoming the shade of a tomato. Walking out the door, he allowed a teasing smile to replace his usual icy demeanor.

He had lied to her again. This time, however, it was to tease her. When he had picked her up from the club, she had passed out in his car. She never threw up. The only reason he changed her, was because of her arm. When the attacker had grabbed her, her wound bled from the wrapping and leaked onto her shirt and pants. He figured it would be easier for her to take in and comprehend.

Sesshomaru replayed the events of last night in his mind.

He had been in his study, reading on some documents. He had asked his research manager at his corporation to find any information regarding Higurashi, Kagome. He wanted to know more about the woman, and had learned a great deal. She lived with her mother, grandfather, and and her brother at a shrine. She was trained as priestess, graduating top in her class and going abroad to study history and foreign languages. She was even the Professor’s Assistant of her class. She only came home for the holidays, or when she was requested to.

He was reading over the information when his phone started to ring. He looked at the caller ID, seeing that it was his caterer, Miroku.

“Hn?” He regretted picking up the phone at the sound of an annoying woman, who sounded extremely drunk.

“Oh! Hell-O Mr. Sessh-om-aruu.” Growling at the voice, he remembered why he did not give away his personal number.

“Who is this?” Sesshomaru growled once more.

“Sorry for calling soooo very mu-late, but you took my friend Kagome fhon!” Kagome? He looked down to the file in front of him, seeing the picture of the girl he was studying. Her sparkling blue eyes looked as though they held the ocean and stars inside of them.

Over the phone, he heard the voice of another woman yelling. “What’s he saying? Tell me!” That’s her!

“Is that Kagome?” He asked the girl.

“Of course she’s here. She’s my best BEST friend in the whole wide world!” Wincing, he pulled the phone from his ear. The woman was drunk and yelling, the music from the club blaring in the background.

“Give her the phone.” He balled his fist, feeling panic in him rise. From what he had learned about Kagome, she did not seem like the type of girl to go out clubbing and drinking.

“She doesn’t want to.” Growling for the third time, he barked over the phone.

“Now!” He heard laughter before she finally spoke again.

“Oh alright Mr. pointy pants.” Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow at her last phrase. Pointy pants? He had been called many things in his life, but this had been new for him. He snapped out of his light daze when he heard Kagome’s laughter.

“Kagome?” He asked.

“Yeah, that’s me. What’da want, sexy?”

“You’re drunk.” He stated.

“No, I’m not. I only had what? Three, four drinks?” There was a pause, “Maybe it was more. But I’m not drunk!”

Sighing, Sesshomaru frowned. “Where are you?” He asked.

“I don’t know. Club “Z”, or is it “Y”? I don’t know.” Tuning out her singing out the alphabet, Sesshomaru thought to himself.

She must be at club “V.” But is that where she is?

He knew of club “V.” His half-brother, Inuyasha, franquent there many times. Sesshomaru always ended up picking him up. He remembered Inuyasha telling him how bad it could get there, including rapist and druggies. He had no idea why his brother would continue to visit such a place, however. Fear gripped him as he yelled over the phone, loud enough so that both girls could hear him.

“I’m on my way. Don’t move!” He hit the end call button and didn’t hear the “Yes sir” that was replied to him.

It took him about five minutes to get there. He was speeding through lights and stop signs, unfazed by the thought of being pulled over. He slammed on the brakes as arrived at the club, shoving his keys in his pockets as he exited the car.

Walking inside, he saw Miroku dancing with some woman with black hair, dressed in a sultry outfit.

“Where is she?” Looking to the demon, Miroku pointed to the bathroom. Sesshomaru nodded, starting in that direction, as he noticed a man enter the ladies room. Rushing over, he pushed people that got in his way, as he walked into the room to see the same man holding Kagome by the hair, attempting to force himself on her.

With heated anger, Sesshomaru pulled the disgusting human man away from her by his neck. Holding him in midair, he was about to snap his neck when he felt her push herself against him.

He could feel her breasts pressed against his back. He stiffened when he felt her dull fingers scrape against his scalp, running through his hair. His breath stopped at the sensation of her hands running down his back, trailing to his bottom and squeezing it.

It took everything in his power to not turn around and take her. Her scent was overpowering with lust, making him growl low in lust. His every instinct yelled at him, the repeated chant of “Mine” was all he could hear from his inner beast. For years now, his beast had been quiet. It remained silent, still, in the compounds of his mind.

This had broken him from his current state, and he allowed his wrist to flick at the offending human, sending him into the bathroom wall. His face hit the wall first, cracking.

Grabbing Kagome’s arm, Sesshomaru dashed out of the bathroom.

Walking through the throngs of people, he was stopped by the same woman that Miroku had been dancing with.

“Kags! Where are you going?” Not allowing Kagome to answer, he turned to the woman.

“I’m taking her home.” Turning away, he kept walking through the large crowd of people. The woman was trying to catch up to him, and had now started yelling.

“Wait! Stop! Hey, are you listening to me?!” Gritting his teeth, Sesshomaru turned around.

“If you have any concerns, have Miroku call me.” She was about to say something until Kagome waved at her.

“I’m fiiinnneeee. Don’t wor-ie, Happy bird-th-da.” Kagome stuttered.

He was now dragging Kagome outside, taking his keys out of his pocket. Walking to the passenger side, he frowned when she wriggled against him.

“Hey! I have an idea. Let me drive!”

He ignored her, helping her into the car, making sure she didn’t hit her head. As he approached his side, he heard her mumble something. As he settled in, her reached across her, buckling in her seat belt.

As he drove away, he watched Kagome slump. When he was able to get a look at her, he noticed she had only passed out.

When he reached the penthouse, he carried her bridal style into the elevator, and into his room, placing her carefully on his bed. He watched her slumbering form, frowning at the scent of alcohol that permeated her.

Knowing she would most likely have a hangover when she woke, he went into the kitchen to prepare a glass of water, and a Tylenol. When he returned, he noticed her clothing. The bottom of her shirt and the top part of her jeans were covered in blood. He sniffed the air, growling when he hadn’t realized sooner that she had been wounded. His mind had been previously clouded by the scent of her arousal, and his instinctual mind had missed the smell of her blood.

He walked to her side, seeing her arm lying on her stomach. The wrapping was covered in her blood. No wonder she passed out so easily. The mixture of her blood loss and consumption of alcohol must have caused her to become extremely light headed.

Sesshomaru removed the bandage, assessing the damage of her arm. It was a decent sized cut. Nothing that would be life threatening, but it she would need stitches. He made a mental not to call his personal doctor to see her tomorrow, but for now, he needed to clean the wound and rewrap it. Taking his first aid kit from his bathroom, he cleaned her wound, and then replaced the wrapping, starting from wrist to elbow. When he finished, he laid her arm back gently, looking at her clothing once more. The blood was dried, but he didn’t want her to wake up screaming, seeing the blood that would have inevitably stained his white sheets.

He slowly pulled her shirt over her head and disposed it in his hamper. He was ready to start with her tight skinny jeans, when his eyes caught sight of her chest. She lay there, half naked, wearing only her blue lace push-up. He groaned, resisting the urge to touch her. She had the most wonderful set of breasts he had even seen. They were not too large, and had a nice shape. They were most definitely real, and his clawed hands itched to lay upon her.

Taking a deep breath, he shook his head, looked away, and dismissed his thoughts. He would not dare to touch a woman while she slept, as it was quite a low thing to do. When he took a woman, she was well aware of what he was doing, and with the knowledge that he was able to bend the will of one with only a simple word of lust.

She would be no exception. He would simply never do such a thing. He continued with his task, taking her black slippers off, then her jeans. He moved his amber eyes away from what laid beneath the matching blue lace panties. When he finally undressed her, he realized he had nothing for her to wear.  His only option was to allow her to wear his clothes, and was not opposed to the idea of her waking, covered in his scent.

Placing the shirt on her, he slowly buttoned it. He made sure to allow his pinky to graze the flesh of her exposed chest.

He growled in frustration. He was tight, and was not pleased at how such a simple girl could make him feel so wanting. Think it better to get some fresh air before he did something he would regret, he covered Kagome under the sheets, and walked out.

Sesshomaru recalled how his anger got the best of him. How she pushed herself against him. How she looked laying in his bed. Never in his life had he felt such want. The best part of this, though, was that she was the first woman to ever lay in his bed.

Yes, he took many partners, and bedded them… but never in his room. His room was his sanctuary, and at the moment, he was allowing a little human priestess to sleep there. He put his hand to his forehead, sighing.

What is this woman doing to This Sesshomaru?

Whatever was happening, he would deal with it later. His mind needed to focused on the task at hand. He needed to call his personal doctor.