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It's Not for the Insane by Synyster Star

It's Not for the Insane...

A/N: This is a oneshot made for the Second Annual Tournament hosted by TangerineDream. Please send the votes to her but before you vote for me please read Naqaashi's entry as well because she is my partner for round one! and visit the tournament's page!

WARNING: This is not for the faint of heart. Even though this is NOT detailed it is still suggestive. It has hints of gore/horror.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha nor do I make a profit from this. The title of this fic was spawned from a Lyric by Emilie Autumn I do not own the lyrics or anything.


Mondays, God, the most horrible day of the week. Why is it Monday? Why can't it be Friday? Friday is always a good day. Hell, even Saturday is a good day. But Monday? It is utter piss.

Kagome sighed as she lounged in the bathtub; bubbles surrounded her and begged for her inner child's attention. She would not give into their wiles. She was above their maturity level. She was a woman! She was... ah screw it. A big smile formed as she cupped a large pile of pink orbs in her hands and blew them into the air. A giggle broke the silence of the room. Her inner child had won once again. Maybe Mondays weren't so bad after all? Who knew a Monday could be fun with bubbles?

Closing her eyes, she dipped her head under the sea of bubbles, rinsing her hair of the grime and muck that tainted her long locks. Who knew one could be so dirty after only a few hours? Oh well, it was simple enough to cleanse herself. It only took a little bit of time out of her day. Pushing herself up from the tub, she grabbed the towel and released the water from its confines.

"Are you done acting like a child now?" The male figure asked as he leaned against the doorframe. His long silver hair framed his being, and his attire neatly pressed to his body.

The short girl pouted as she clutched the towel closer to her body. "How is it I get so dirty, and you're practically perfect! No spots, not even a single hair out of place? Ugh, men!" Kagome grumbled.

"Because I am good at what I do," he said and shook his head at her. "I have perfected my art while you just play."

"Well, excuse me for wanting to have a bit of fun!" Kagome stuck her tongue out at him. "You need to learn how to have some fun, Sesshomaru."

"I do not need fun. I do my job as scripted while you go off task," Sesshomaru countered.

"What? You just sit there and look pretty! I do all the work!" She huffed and stomped past him into her room. She quickly dressed in a simple pair of jeans and an over-sized shirt. She was going to be comfortable; after all, she was going back to work.

"Do you think I'll break through to him, Sesshy?" Kagome wondered as she tapped her chin.

"Anything is possible, especially with you," her companion answered gruffly. The silver-haired man watched her as she dressed. His eyes skimmed the lines of her body before his attention was brought to the agonizing scream downstairs. He was quite keen on seeing how Kagome would react to such a disturbance.

His question was swiftly followed with the answer: "SHUT UP, YOU FILTHY MONGREL!"

Sesshomaru smirked as he shook his head. "Mondays?"

"You know it, God. I can't even get dressed without his bitching,"

Kagome pulled her hair into a tight bun, and checked her face for perfection. She was after all a perfectionist when it came to anything she did. Not one little hair was out of place. She smiled at her accomplishment then walked down the stairs into the basement.

"Get me out of here! Please! I swear I didn't do anything to deserve this! Oh God please..."

His cries would be useless. Sesshomaru knew it, Kagome knew it. It was one thing to mess with him, but to mess with Kagome was a different story. The sweet smile on her face was almost as terrifying as the object in her hand. Her actions wrenched more screams. It was amazing how he wasn't hoarse yet, but then again Kagome was good at keeping her guests as healthy as they could be.

"You didn't do anything?" Kagome cocked an eyebrow. The anger that pierced the swirls of blue in her eyes even terrified Sesshomaru. "You used me all because I looked like your freaking dead ex-girlfriend! Isn't that right Sessy?" She looked back at her partner in crime.

He merely nodded, and the golden eyes that nearly mimicked his own widened. "What are you talking about you crazy bitch... Sesshomaru is not... You... YOU CRAZY BITCH!"

"I AM NOT CRAZY!" Kagome shrieked and silenced the mongrel's lies. Gurgling sounds filled her ears as she smiled. "That is so calming; it almost reminds me of a fountain. So beautiful," Kagome hummed and licked the liquid from her fingers.

"I'm not crazy am I, Sessy?" Kagome pouted and looked up at her favorite person.

Sesshomaru shook his head in disagreement. "No, you are not crazy, a bit childish, but never crazy. If anyone here was crazy it was the mutt sitting in that chair. How could he confuse you with one of the dead?" Kikyo and Kagome did look similar. The striking difference between them was not only their personalities, their eyes, but also their current living status.  Kikyo was rotting away in a casket while Kagome was vibrant, warm, and well a winner in his honest opinion. "My stupid little brother, I don't know what you ever saw in him."

"I thought he was my forever, but then I met you and that all changed." Kagome explained. "Do you love me Sessy?" She asked softly, her confidence wearing so very thin. Maybe she was crazy? Her job was anything but normal. Her life was a maze of catastrophic events that caused her to be the way she was at that very moment.

The death of her father, her mother's abandonment, her little brother's accident, and her grandfather's heart attack all happened on Mondays. Hell, even Kagome's late husband's death happened on a God damned Monday. Why did all the bad things happen on a Monday? Why did everything bad happen  to her?

"Of course, I am still here am I not?"

His words soothed her troubled soul, and those very words brought the child-like glee back. As much as it annoyed him, he hated it when she was sad. "Come, we have dinner to prepare. We wouldn't want Sango or Miroku to come without dinner prepared do we, Kagome?"

A groan of dread left Kagome's lips. "But I suck at cooking,"

Sesshomaru grimaced at the thought, but he was there to help. "Don't worry, I will help you."

"REALLY?! Oh Sessy! You are my favorite person in the entire world! Don't you ever leave me!"

"I would never," he reassured.

"Promise?" She wanted to hear his promise. Promises meant everything to her; he had never broken a promise to her. He was always there; he would never leave. Kagome looked at the silver band that matched hers. He was hers forever. They were mates, two entwined souls for the rest of eternity.

"I promise, Kagome." He answered. It was rare that she ever got to see him smile. God, how she loved his smile.

"Do you think they will bring Shippo and Rin with them?"

"I believe so; I don't see any reason why they wouldn't."

Kagome nodded and tugged on his hand. "We should have some alone time before they come over. I think we will have time, I mean with how they can't leave the house without someone being knocked out it could take them about an hour before they arrive."

Sesshomaru couldn't agree more. The married couple always had a strange way of showing affection to one another. And it would benefit him greatly to cuddle with his mate before the pervert arrived. He hated when Miroku teased him of his soft side. He followed the woman that captured his heart upstairs and waited for her in their bedroom. She had to shower again after all.

- - -

Miroku looked at his wife as she sighed. "Do you think it was wise to leave Shippo and Rin at home? I mean they are her kids..."

"Roku, Kagome has been locked away in her house for over six months. She has been mourning Sesshomaru's death for over a year. I don't think the kids should see their mother until she's completely well. I mean it's why Sesshomaru put it in his will," Sango said and touched her husband's hand. "I'm sure she's better, I mean she sounded just like herself when I talked to her yesterday. She sounded... happy."

Miroku only nodded and frowned. "Have you seen Inuyasha? I haven't heard from him in nearly two weeks."

"And you're complaining? All he ever does is bitch," Sango rolled her eyes.

"I know, but... Rin misses her uncle."

Sango hated to admit it, but it was true. The kids were missing their uncle. He may be a tough one to get along with, but he was still their friend. "Well, we'll stop by and check on him when we're done with Kagome, how about that?"

"Sounds good to me love," Miroku smiled, but it soon twisted to a frown as he pulled into the driveway. "What the hell...?"

The house looked like it was practically falling apart. It wasn't the up-kept home it used to be, and the weeds were practically part of the architecture. They couldn't even pull into the driveway there was so much foliage. "Did... she move?"

"No, she said she still lived here," Sango said in awe. She stepped out of the car and looked around. She took her husband's hand as they waded through the sea of grass. Pushing in the door, the smell reached her nose and she almost gagged. Miroku covered his mouth with his sleeve and pulled his wife further inside. The scent was so strong it made his eyes water. The inside was disgusting. The dishes looked as if no one had touched them for months. Was that where the smell was coming from? No, it was much worse than rotted food.

"Kagome?" Miroku shouted.

"Miroku, I think I hear something coming from the hall..." Sango motioned her head as she pinched her nose. Her grip tightened around his hand as they made their way through the grime and Miroku pushed open the bedroom door. What lay before them was not something either one would expect. The pure horror on their face didn't even scratch the surface of their feelings. Their best friend lay cuddled up next to the decomposing corpse of her dead husband.

Kagome looked up from Seshomaru's chest and blushed. "I hate Mondays... look Sessy, for once they came early. Too bad they interrupted our cuddle time."

word count:1752

Prompt: Monday


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