Fantasy by MontiK

Chapter 1

Disclaimer:The characters of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz Media. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

A man sat in his gloomy downtown office. The smokey putrid air of the industrial age giving the scene outside his window an erie misty haze. A scattered pile of papers sat on his desk, he looked over them with slight frustration. Nothing new, nothing interesting. His job and life were getting very boring.

 As if a god decided to end his torment the door to his office slowly slipped open as if by some invisible force. An angel stood there before him. The lamp light from the street making her platinum blonde hair glow in the night. The industrial mist that ruined his view of the river clung around her legs whisping around her form, creating the illusion that she was floating rather than walking as she sashayed towards his desk. Her crimson colored dress stood out in stark contrast to the drab grey of his office. The same red colored her lips, drawing his eyes to them. He followed the sharp line of her cheekbone, admiring her smooth skin. As his eyes followed the lines of her face to meet her's he became lost in the frightened chocolate gaze staring back at him. She was troubled, and he knew he had to help this fallen angel.

 "You gotta help me", her smooth voice rang out with a slightly husky tone to it. He was entranced by the breathy quality of her thick brooklyn accent. "I got a guy friend. I think he's in the mob.. I swear I tried to get away but they keep pullin' me back in... you gotta help me get away." As she spoke her ample bosom rose and fell dramatically. Her last beseeching sentence emphasized as she leaned heavily across the P.I.'s desk allowing cleavage to fill his face. 

 The man reached over the desk and grabbed her shoulders. He pulled her close pressing her chest to his as he passionately declared that he would do anything in his power to save her and get her out of this filthy town. 

 Sesshoumaru sighed as he watched the old P.I. mystery movie. After five hundred years with his lovely wife he had gone through many phases, fetishes, and kinks. Lately he had fallen into the alluring trap that was the damsel in distress being saved from her fate by the manly detective with a personal vendetta against the mob boss. He sighed again as he thought of his female coming to him with her beseeching blue eyes gazing trustingly upon him begging for his aid. One of his newest and favorite fantasies. 

 Unknowing was he to the fact that said wife was standing in the doorway to the living room, watching him, and plotting. Completely aware was she of his new obsession and she was not totally adverse to this nice new fantasy.

 OOO

 A week later Kagome slunk up the wide staircase up to her husbands office. She had aquired a skin tight, v-neck, low backed cranberry red dress, matching elbow length gloves and heels to boot. She practiced her sashay as she neared the office door and she tried to stifle a giggle as she spotted Jaken, disguised as Sesshoumaru's old assisstant, kneeled in front of the door cursing lowly at the fog machine trying to figure out it's workings. He looked up at her when her heard her giggle and couldn't help the blush and the small more human-like squawk that escaped him, knowing what she was planning and somehow being roped into helping her make fantasy reality for his long time employer was more than a little embarassing. 

 As the fog machine finally kicked in Kagome grinned. She waited in front of the door until she had a thick cloud of sweet smelling fog hanging around her legs. Jaken set of the desk lamp as a backlight so it bounced dramatically off of her done up hair and she grinned a little before schooling her face into a sultry damsel-in-distress-esque expression.

 The door to the office slowly swung open. Kagome inwardly did a happy dance as her husband looked up from the sea of contracts and papers in front of him, his mouth falling open and his eyes wide as he spotted her standing in his doorway. She was the exact image of the mystery girl in the movie aside from her dark hair and he was to play the part of the masculine P.I. 

 "You gotta help me.", she breathed as she sashayed up to his desk. The door closed silently behind her (courtesy of Jaken) to give them privacy. She leaned heavily over his desk, placing her palms on the dark-stained surface and situating her elbows to press her breasts up and together, towards his face. He couldn't stop the saliva from building up in his mouth as he stared at the feast offered him. 

 She went on in her seductive husky tone and false brooklyn accent. "I got gamblin' debts... I tried to stop but I'm addicted.. they roped me in and I can't get out. I'm just a poor little country girl lost in the big city, you gotta save me..", she trailed off as she grabbed the lapels of his suit jacket and pulled him close until her lips were almost touching his nose and her breasts were pressed against his pectorals, "Please... Mr. Detective.", she breathed in a husky tone.

 Sesshoumaru grinned as he decided to play his part in this little fantasy come true. "I'm sorry miss, but my fees are quite expensive. I'm not sure if a little country girl like you could afford it." He almost lost his cool when he saw the saddened beseeching expression on her face and he was sure if he were really a detective he would have just done the case for free. 

 "Oh please..", she begged in a desperate whisper. He was entranced by her thickly painted parted lips while she spoke. "You can't leave me to the dogs like this...", she moved her hands from his lapels to grasp his face, "I need you, Mr. Detective.", came her low voice. 

 Sesshoumaru lost all resolve in the suggestive duality of that statement. He reached over his desk and pulled her roughly over the top of it and onto him while grasping her rear. He pushed her back to lay on the desk, throwing papers to the floor in the process. He pushed the thigh high slit in her dress out of his way and pulled her leg to curl around his hip, becoming lost for a moment in the black lace garter beared to his eyes before he looked up at her face. 

 "I think there may be other methods of payment I could accept, just for you", he whispered as he leaned dow nto kiss her lusciously colored lips. 

 He had no idea what he had done recently to warrant such a tastey surprise, but he was sure to think on it later and repeat whatever good deed he had done. Now he was too lost in living his newest fantasy to think about such things.

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A/N: The product of my obsession with the Sin City movie and seeing the preview to 'The spirit' way too many times recently :P hope everyone enjoys it. It's my first one shot.

p.s. most fog machines use glycerin to make the smoke which makes the fog smell very very slightly sweet, like mild cotton candy.

Thanks for reading!