Torturous Play by Angelic Memories

Dominating Intention

Okay so I just have to say that I became the happiest person ever when I noticed that 50 Ways to Torture a Taiyoukai was up and running again. Obviously I couldn’t help but contribute to the challenge. So is my entry… and any other entries will be placed under this title, but will not be connected to any other entries.

1000 – 5000 words required – 1 181 words used

Thanks to Reannaleco for editing this. 

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Dominating Intention

It was really rare for her to go out. She had so much on her plate that it made it harder now, than when she was younger. But here she was, finally. She had her dancing shoes on, a nice form fitting low cut shirt, with her tightest jeans. Of course her friends led her to the newest hit sensation bar and they didn’t plan on going home until morning. But with everything that she expected to happen, the one thing she didn’t expect, was to see a drop dead gorgeous Sesshomaru.

In her high school days she had admired him behind the scenes. Unlike most of the males she went to school with, he was mature and intelligent. It was funny to remember how excited she grew when she found out she was placed in a group with him. His downfall was rejecting her before he gave her a chance. She poured her heart out to him, asking for a simple date, but he left her standing for six hours in the rain. Of course, she learned quickly to hate his guts and it became much easier when she moved away and didn’t have to see his ugly mug any longer.

Except his mug wasn’t ugly. It was far from it. The beautiful contours of his cheeks and chin and the glamorous golden hues of his eyes. The way his silver hair lit up under the black lights. Everything about the male was perfect.

Which was why she was surprised to see him staring intensely at her as he made his way casually across the dance floor. At first she thought his attention was on Ayame, or even Sango. But the gaze was unwavering as he stopped less than a foot in front of her.

Perhaps he didn’t remember who she was. Or maybe he wanted to throw his rejection in her face further. Then again, there was the possibility that he would say sorry.

“Long time no see, Kagome,” he said slowly.

Kagome was forced to read his lips more than actually hear his luscious voice.

“Yes, it has been quite a while,” she mumbled, “How are you these days?”

“Quit the nonsense,” he began, “Would you like to dance?”

Of course her friends were more than eager to all but push her into the man’s arms. They began telling her everything under the moon.

“Go on.”

“Yeah have some fun.”

“You came here to enjoy yourself didn’t you?”

So Kagome was left with the feeling of obligation. She knew her friends well and they had made it clear that she was to find a man to finally get laid so that they too could hunt for worthy companions. However, they didn’t understand the circumstances that came along with Sesshomaru. They hadn’t met until after she transferred schools. Sesshomaru led Kagome away before she could approve or disapprove, over her shoulder she noted the way each of them smiled and gave big thumbs up.

Things were silent between them at first, they simply moved to the beat of the music at what Kagome thought to be a safe distance. But an arm snaked around her waist and pulled her closer. She was about to pull away when she realized he was speaking into her ear.

“You left school… why?”

“My father got a promotion so we had to move.”

“You never gave me time to apologize.”

“For what?” she said playing innocent.

“My father died so I had to miss our date.”

Kagome felt like an idiot. For years she blamed Sesshomaru, calling him every name under the sun. But she hadn’t given him the benefit of the doubt. The rest of the night went a little easier than she anticipated. Once outside the club, Kagome and Sesshomaru parted ways but not before they could set a time to meet up again.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“I have school and work,” she explained, “but perhaps you could do me a favour tomorrow night so I could clear up my schedule for later in the week.”

“You want me to do a favour?”

“Just a small one. Come over around seven,” Kagome handed him a slip of paper, “And don’t be late.”

Sesshomaru smirked as he watched the woman walk away. If his plans worked out tomorrow night he would conquer the only person who ever managed to slip from his grasp. He had always wanted her and cursed that he let his opportunity go. But now, he would be able to finally achieve what he couldn’t in his past. Despite whatever plans she had tomorrow night, Sesshomaru would make sure they ended with his powerful form dominating her.

A fast ride home followed by a hot, then cold shower, and a couple hours of sleep ended his evening. The next day didn’t seem to go by fast enough. That or something was wrong with the clock in his office. At long last, six thirty came and he began to make his way to Kagome’s apartment.

There was no elevator, meaning he walked up the five floors before locating the door number revealed on the paper she had scribbled her address and telephone number on. With three knocks, he indicated his presence and waited to be let into the apartment.

The first thing he noticed was the woman’s state of attire. Her hair was in a bun and she wore what looked like a French maid’s uniform. He had no idea the woman was into cosplay and his mind rolled in the possibilities. Next he noticed the young lad standing beside her. Matching black hair, identical eyes in shape and colour, small nose, and fair skin, hinted that he was related to her. But he assumed he was too old to be her child.

When let into the small one bedroom apartment, it was apparent the two were living together. Her things were all located in the living room area, meaning the child had the bedroom. He had to admit to himself that he was confused as to why he was there so he lifted an eyebrow into a perfect arch as he questioned what was going on.

“I have to work at the café tonight. If I pull a double shift all night, then I can take a couple days off work and manage to fit some time in my schedule for you. But I don’t like leaving my brother home alone at night in these parts, and he tends to get himself into trouble every time I am gone for a long period of time. If you could just watch him until I get home,” she explained all at once.

During the time she spoke she picked up a small bag, a set of keys and handed him a list. She was out the door before he could even open his mouth, let alone move a muscle. His eyes looked over the list. The usual emergency numbers with names. Then he looked over to the boy.

“Name,” he demanded.

“Souta.”

“Hn.”

Things were not going as planned.

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Ja ne

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