Por Que, Kagome?! by Aki

Double Sided Tape and Neon Blue Wings

Title: Por Que, Kagome!?
By: Aki_Yume
Synopsis: In order to escape the horrid atrocities that Sesshoumaru experiences in his day job as the CEO of Taisho Enterprises, he has a secret... night job. Kagome is a secretary for the famous Naraku, fashion designer extraordinaire! Can meeting a mysteriously sexy Sakiko change Kagome’s life even more than it already has been?

Aki’s Note: Alright. I have a warning for you. CRACCCCKKKK FIIIIIICC!!!! :DDDDDD This is a VERY late response to Kai’s Crossdressing Challenge! I also know that I promised myself and a few other people that I'd finish Cybernetic Mishap before I posted anything new, so I could focus on the few unfinished stories I have. But... Inspiration for certain stories kicks in a horrible random times. T3T

This chapter ish dedicated to Saide, I LOVE your art, and you’re really fun to talk to! :3 I hope you like it! ^^

Alright. Let’s go. :)

Chapter 1: Double Sided Tape and Neon Blue Wigs
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“Taisho-sama,” The migraine threatening to destroy his day beat against Sesshoumaru like a stiletto’s heel crammed into his skull. “We need your approval for the Randall Labeem proposal!”

“Tell Labeem-san that we can start on the project by late next week. Then inform the task managers. I want plans in my office this afternoon, I’ve given Matsumoto and Takagawa plenty of time to get them to me.” His voice was rich with a command no one would dare disobey; for Taisho Sesshoumaru wielded power like a second skin. It clung to him vicariously, striking unfamiliar emotions into the different people he was forced to work with everyday.

“Yes sir!” Nakoro replied. Or was it Nakoro? The devastatingly handsome CEO didn’t know, and wasn’t likely to care either. His silver hair trailed behind him; it was a mass of fly-away tresses even when he secured it with a proper hair tie. Sesshoumaru used to use rubber bands, but they were rather single use. He’d cut the band rather than take it out, due to the sheer pain he experienced every time he’d try to yank it out by hand.

Now, instead, he used silk based hair ties; moderately expensive, since most hair accessories made of silk just weren’t really... cheap was the word he wanted to use. The CEO couldn’t take another step towards his office without getting hounded at least three more times.

“Taisho-sama! Here are the Fengui files you asked for!”

“Place them in my Inbox at the front, I shall check them over this afternoon.”

A few more steps, his comfortable shoes making the tall man barely notice his own footsteps. A piece of lint lay on the sleeve of his pristine three piece suit jacket, cackling at his lack of cleanliness. A flick of his wrist later seemed to attract yet another one of his employees.

“Taisho-sama!” It was Mikara this time, judging from the scraggly high pitched shriek of the person’s voice. “We need you to sign the Volker contracts by three o clock today.”

Jesus, just how many outside companies was his company exposed to? If anyone else came up to him with another fucking file from another fucking company he didn’t remember, the man was sure to scream. A few more steps brought the horrid nightmare Sesshoumaru refused to live to life once again.

“Taisho-sama-”

The lone wolf froze in his steps at the third interruption, not being able to take it any longer. This time, the voice grated every nerve in his body, and his ears dearly wished to soak in acetone.

“Can you not see that I am heading toward my office?” His voice was calm, even, and held a note of finality to it. “If it is so important to bombard me in the hallway, it had better be a more dire reason then some outside company’s contract, understood?”

He rose to full height, and petrified green eyes glazed over in absolute fear. It almost sent a rush of emotion through his neglected central nervous system, but alas; nothing. Just a cloud of heavily guarded bubbles waiting to pop and be one with the air, as Sakiko would describe.

“Y-yes sir.” The woman speaking to him shuddered, freezing in her tracks intended to hunt down the mysterious CEO whom never seemed to be in his office. “I’ll get these onto your desk to look at.”

“Very good,” He nodded softly before turning on his heel and escaping into his office. However, not one to ease up his nickname, “Onii-sama”, the silver haired demon turned his burning golden eyes on the poor employee. “Perhaps I will let you keep your job.”

Quickly setting down the forgotten black leather briefcase he had been carrying around the building for three hours of redundant meetings, Sesshoumaru’s face almost contorted into something similar to a smile. The small silver clock he had on his desk projected the numbers, “4:30” in the air with the use of lights. The day was almost over.

Thank Julie Newmar, the sweet little minx of a movie star! Best. Catwoman. Ever.

You’re only in here for an hour, honey. His mindset was already starting to shift. Using words like ‘honey’, ‘babe’, ‘sweetie’; that was his mind reverting to his night job persona, and it was happened quicker than usual today.

It’s because you want to slip into something sexy. The voice in the back of his head purred lightly, a soft version of his deep bass.

“Stop it, Sesshoumaru,” He chided to himself. “You are almost through today. Soon you can relax, but not now.”

Not ever when at his day job. He needed the money his job at his father’s company made him to help support his... hobby? No, it was more than his hobby; it was a way to experience freedom from the pressed suits, on the spot decisions, and horribly ugly office. No color decorated the walls at all. In place of what could’ve been a rich burgundy embellished with gold mesh curtains to an Arabian look, it was a drab gray, totally boring and permanently setting Sesshoumaru onto a very short temper.

Thankfully the next half hour rushed by at record speed. The scared little fake blonde hadn’t disturbed him, merely snuck in when his back was turned, put the files on his desk, and leave. It was too bad she did that, too; he had activated her termination right away. No one simply walked into his office without a knock. That was rude, and Sesshoumaru didn’t need rude people working for him or his father.

Rushing home hadn’t been a problem. He had been doing it for years; everyone in the entire building knew his one-track mind would pay no attention to them on his way to the parking lot. In the elevator ride, his impatience overwhelmed the overworked CEO, and his wait shifted to his right foot. His narrow hips jutted out, giving him an appearance he’d have to kill for if anyone saw.

The dreaded Onii-sama was never to be relaxed. Never to be kind, warm, or affectionate.

“Damn it, Otousan,” He growled under his breath as the elevator doors opened and stood up straight just in case anyone happened to be standing around hoping to go back to his cubicle for something he, or she for that matter, forgot. “I hate you.”

It really was his father’s fault for throwing this expectation on him to be “Onii-sama”. He couldn’t have been happy with Sesshoumaru being in charge of his precious corporation as he was; a fun, single twenty-four year old who had an.. eccentric lifestyle?

“Whatever,” His voice raised a few notes, more airy and husky than his normal one. He was in a decent mood, but tonight was going to be fun. “Let’s go.”

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“You are SO not wearing that, bitch.” Kagome Higurashi rolled her eyes at her best friend-with-fuck-buddy-status-and-current-boss. “That blouse SO does not match those heels. You are changing, my friend.”

It was funny hearing Naraku Onigumo talk like that. Kagome shook her head and dragged off the shirt and kicked off the bright orange stilettos she’d dug out of her mom’s closet. The petite girl spun around to her bed covered in neon and nostalgic memorabilia and sighed.

She’d just taken off the fourth outfit she’d picked on her own, and nothing was standing up to the famous OniNara’s expectations. Sometimes she wondered why he let her be his secretary. So far, Kagome’d only chosen a pair of tight black pants to wear; and boy, did they cling to her. It was a good thing her mother was her size in the eighties.

“You’re going to wear this,” Naraku gave up on his gal picking something decent, so he would make her something dazzling. He seemed to pick up a few things at random, but Kagome just knew better. “And this; put it on, go go!”

“What would I ever do without you, babe?” She asked. Her boy toy grinned his infamous Cheshire cat smile; Kagome almost shivered at the idea of what later tonight would bring.

They’d decided long ago that being emotional just wasn’t in the picture. What they had was sex, pure and simple. For Kagome and Naraku both, sex and love were two different entities entirely. One could go out and have sex with a string of partners and it wouldn’t mean anything but a way of release. Of course, once love was found, sex with anyone else would simply stop, and no, it wouldn’t be horrible. Because if you love someone truly, it doesn’t matter that they’re the only one you have sex with.

Simple logic.

“We’re going to have SO much fun.” A giggle added onto that forced a laugh from Kagome. He was always like that. Acting drunk at the drop of a hat just because he felt like it. She wasn’t going to count the amount of cops he’d almost seduced to get out of a ticket.

The electric pink top was skin tight and over the shoulders, making her side ponytail and   bright red lipstick a total Cindi Lauper look. The white stretch belt Naraku had also tossed to her brought attention to her tiny waist, making her look like a little sex bomb. The girl peeked in her full body mirror as she stepped into her black stilettos and marveled at her gaudy necklaces and gel bracelets. She was so ready to party.

Naraku nodded his approval of her sexy attire just as the words to a familiar song played in the air. It was Sango’s ringtone, a joke about having a gay boyfriend.

“My cell?” Kagome sashayed to her desk, picking up her pink clamshell phone. She clicked it open and held it to her ear. “Hey, Sango-chan!”

Not giving her friend a chance to respond, Naraku raced across the room and snatched her phone from Kagome’s hand.

“Hey!” She squealed. “You jerk!”

“Rawr!” Naraku barked into the phone’s microphone. “Hey bitch, talk to me.”

His smirking, “I’m-so-sexy” smile directed at Kagome morphed into more of a “I wanna kill someone!” frown. One that he used a lot when working with his seamstresses.

“Oh Ehm Gee,” Her best friend rolled his eyes as he ‘hmphed’ into Kagome’s cell phone. “That is SO not cool, Sango-chan. You have to go; it’s Kago-baby’s Birthday!”

That did hurt a bit, she had to admit. They’d been planning on going to Club Fuego for her twenty-second birthday since she missed almost all of her twenty-first year in the hospital due to a horrible car crash that had left her in the hospital recovering from the horrific event. Her friends had decided to make up for it by taking her out to a club, finally, when she turned twenty-two. Two months after her release from the hospital, they were ready to celebrate.

And tonight was Eighties Night at club Fuego. Kagome didn’t want to miss it.

“Alright, fine!” Naraku huffed and snapped the cell phone shut. Brushing off a bit of lint from his sexy purple Pete Burns jacket, Kagome had seconds to react to her cell phone being flung into her face. “Looks like we’re on our own.”

“Miroku’s shacked up with Sango and they’re having so much sex neither of them can move a muscle?” Kagome asked. Her innocent voice made the dirty acts she spoke of take on more purity then Naraku had the stomach for, and he paused for a moment to stifle his laughter. The cell phone he was holding was pressed into her palm blindly as the brunette’s lips were trying ever so hard not to crack.

“No baby,” He spoke smoothly, despite his strained state. “She’s got the ‘flu and Miroku’s tending to her.”

“Oh!” Kagome giggled and flashed her best friends her boner starting smile. “So It’s Miroku on top then?”

“Ha!” The tall fashion designer’s stomach couldn’t take the strain, and Naraku let out all of his hilarity into bellowing, stomach rolling laughter; almost falling to the ground in the process. “No... Sango’s... actually sick... and I can’t... reach... Sesshou... Maru....”

Every time he trailed off, petals of laughter were what was keeping the man from speaking. For a split second, his mischievous eyes caught the sharp hurt trail across Kagome’s eyes. This wasn’t good. Naraku knew Kagome had a huge crush on Taisho Enterprises’ CEO, but the man had no clue she did. It was quite funny, because Naraku knew his Sessho-boy harbored a huge infatuation with his little secretary; which was weird, since he didn’t act on it. It’s not like Kagome wouldn’t jump his bones in five seconds flat.

Naraku had vowed to figure it out, but hadn’t seen Sesshoumaru often enough unless it was at Club Fuego; and you just couldn’t bother the man about his personal life then. It wasn’t possible.

“Oh well,” Kagome shrugged, the excitement she felt reached her eyes with color stolen from the skies itself. “That’s alright, she at least made sure to call and wish me a happy birthday!”

The young woman turned to her door to make sure the lock was in place before she followed her pal over to the elevator. Luckily, the secretary could afford to live on her own, in a very amiable apartment complex. Of course, before actually picking a place to live, Naraku had been the one to drag her around looking for places. They’d been all over the place, seen things that should never be seen by any living creature, human or no.

“Blah,” Her tall companion groaned as she followed him into the small silver box that promised to take them down to the first floor. “Why do you have to live on the third floor? Do you remember when we had to take all of your damn furniture up here?”

“Oh yeah,” Kagome shook her head at her boss. “You threatened to split my bed into five pieces.”

“I would’ve fixed it! Taking that bed into the elevator was so not going to happen. I’m not the one who sleeps on a queen sized mattress!” The man could be quite the prima donna.

“Naraku, there’s stairs, you know.”

“Bitch, do I look like I have the upper arm strength to carry your heavy ass bed up three flights of steps?”

“I thought you worked out a lot, shouldn’t you be like, super strong?” Kagome quirked an eyebrow.

“That’s what you think I do when I go missing for two hours at a time.”

“Oh God,” Kagome shuddered. “I don’t think I want to know.”

The duo walked side by side to Naraku’s car, a four door sedan, very strange for a more “upscale” man like Naraku to own.

“Does that mean I can has sex tonight?” Kagome almost fell over on shock, but her body settled on letting out a light laugh at her best friend’s words.

“Maybe.” Her answer was a light tease. She couldn’t wait to get to the club, the stress of being a Fashion Designer’s personal slave made her nerves scream for a break. A night of dancing and having fun would suffice.

Arriving at their destination didn’t take long; Kagome barely lived a few miles away from the club. It was located in the heart of Tokyo, but it looked more like a hole in the wall. Which was strange, because the establishment could fit half of an entire senior high school class at once. Kagome remembered the time she’d heard Naraku and Sesshoumaru had used their senior privileges (more like Sesshoumaru’s money, though) to rent the place for a night. Kagome had been a freshman at the time, and not allowed to attend the big party.

The sign above the entrance flashed in flaming neon, blinding almost all who looked directly upon the large letters above the door. The club was always guarded by two men. There was Tsuabaki, the Fabio look a like; and Matsuritta, a man who looked like you could beat to a bloody pulp wit a stick. Very odd pair, but if it kept dumbasses out of Club Fuego, then they were totally on pay roll.

“Let’s go inside, come on!” Naraku almost suffered a giggle fit and pushed Kagome through the door and passed the guards. That was the awesome thing about being “with” Naraku. Everyone knew his face, so getting into awesome clubs without waiting in lines with skanky crackwhores was no longer included in club itinerary. Oh eighteen and up clubs, how the pair had hated those.

Inside, Kagome was frightened she’d loose her hearing if she stayed too long. Music blared all around her. Sweaty bodies gyrated to the retro sounds of the eighties. The raven haired girl hips couldn’t help but to sway to the grungy beat. Her lips mouthed words her brain had grown so accustomed to over years of listening to masterpieces from her mother’s era.

This song always got her into the mood whenever she and Naraku stole a few moments of... private time.

“I need you tonight...” The words sung into her ear were higher pitched, something her ex-lover always did in clubs this loud so she’d hear him. His hands slid over her hips, and before she knew it, Kagome was pulled onto the dance floor; her black stilettos would abuse her feet before this night was over. She slowly spun around to face her partner, her hips guiding the young faux-couple into an oozing mass of sexual potency. Naraku smirked and met her sinister moves with his own fluid steps. The man was like water; he flowed with her body, their combined chemistry making others on the dance floor stare in amazement as they tried to mimic the natural beauty Naraku and Kagome possessed.

“Cause I’m not sleeping...” Kagome mouthed the lyrics, her hair covering half her face as tiny beads glistened down her face. She rolled her hips into Naraku’s pelvis, smirking as she felt his excitement come up to meet her hormonal body. Black spots dotted her vision, making the entire club light up in fluorescent beams of colored light; and she was sober. Oh yeah, there’d be sex later.

They spent the next hour against each other, working the music and the dance floor. Everyone circled around them, marveling in the pure essence the two gave off with one another. The duo had that affect on people, and Naraku knew it; Kagome’s beauty when she was in her element and comfortable was ethereal. She looked more like a cream skinned goddess than the clumsy secretary and best friend she usually was. It also made Naraku very happy the few months she’d spent in the hospital hadn’t hindered her stamina. Then again, her moves in bed last night had already proved that.

And then, without warning, Kagome was dancing by herself. No Naraku in sight.

“Where the fuck?” Her voice couldn’t carry, and no one would listen either. Her ‘date’ for her birthday had disappeared, leaving the circle to close in around her. Bodies clashed against each other and all became a pool of colors in Kagome’s vision, making the search for her purple clad man seem impossible.

“Alright ladies, gentlemen, and those in between,” Naraku’s blaring sultry voice echoed through the club’s speakers. Everyone on the dance floor seemed to know why he was on stage, and all ushered themselves off the raised dance floor, almost fighting for the tables closest. Everyone knew what was coming; shouts and screams, and ear-piercing shrieks almost crippled Kagome’s ears, and it took most of her restraint not to reach over the table she had to rush to get a seat at and choke the nearest woman who made herself look like an idiot. “Club Fuego is mucho orgulloso to present my best friend ever, Kagome, a little present...”

His words trailed off in a pink haze of fog drifted from behind a curtain in the southernmost part of the room, and the first few notes of a very familiar song to Kagome  rang through the small club.

“No way!” She shouted. However loudly her voice projected from her diaphragm, Kagome couldn’t be heard above the noise of the music and other club goers alike.

“Singing my best gal’s favorite song is,” Naraku lifted a hand to point at the midnight blue curtains covered in glittering jewels. “Sakiko-sama!”

There were a few more shrieks exploding around her, but for the most part a blanket of utter silence overcame the rambunctious neon-clad crowd. Kagome didn’t understand why on earth this Sakiko was so popular with the crowd, but decided to wait and see before completely running out of the club in embarrassment.

From behind the curtains on the back wall appeared a tall, lean, and very sexy lady. The first thing Kagome noticed was neon blue hair she adorned; jaggedly cut with a razor in true eighties fashion. Perfectly done purple shadow decorated the stranger’s eyes surrounding black kohl making her striking blue eyes stand out that much more. Her choice of dress was something the great Madonna would wear. A midriff-bearing black t-shirt top adorned her chest, surrounded by a loose outer blouse made of fishnet. If she squinted her eyes and focused really hard, she could see the glimmer of a diamond stud pierced into the woman’s belly button.

The short dark purple skirt over skin tight leather leggings that stopped at the apex of the stranger’s calves made her extremely shapely looking. Then again, Kagome’s eyes weren’t working properly in the club, and the curves she saw on the stranger could be completely made up by the clothing she had adorned. Little bits of silver were splattered all over her in the form of a waist chain, a ton of gaudy bracelets, and sparkling silver earrings. All in all, she looked like a walking wet dream.

Hell, Kagome was even thinking twice about her sexual orientation.

Along with the subtle tempo the song created, a cute wispy yet upbeat atmosphere took the club by storm, causing the people around Kagome to softly whistle and hum to the tune. Kagome swayed with the beat, her brain subconsciously getting the lyrics ready to sing along when she heard the special cue. As the seconds passed by, the young birthday girl panicked as she realized the ivory beauty was sashaying towards her very table.

The closer the woman came to Kagome’s table, the more of her features the raven haired girl could make out. High cheekbones and a marble cut jawline struck Kagome, and almost made her fall instantly in love with Sakiko. If only she was... well.. a man. She had a very familiar look about her, but the secretary couldn’t make it out. Her eyes made their way to Sakiko’s cerulean orbs, and the air escaped her lungs in a single whoosh.

It was like being under the spell of an enchantress. Kagome was stuck gazing at them, was drawn to them. If she wanted to breathe, she felt like permission was needed from the now mysterious woman. Sakiko was at her side before she knew it. A squeal of protest escaped Kagome’s throat as he chair was yanked away from the table and was placed in between Sakiko’s legs. Jesus Christ, this girl was tall!

“Hey there, Kagome-chan,” Her voice was projected through the sleek black microphone she carried to her blood red lips. It was a husky addiction Kagome could come to really love. “I heard it’s your special day, birthday girl.”

At that moment, the now frail Kagome felt like fainting.

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Aki’s note: I repeat... Naraku and Kagome are NOT together. xD; You guys get it, right? T3T