The Devil's Advocate by nautical_paramour

Paradise Lost

Sesshomaru sighed as he entered the park carrying his little brown paper bag lunch. He sat down at his favorite bench, the one he used everyday. He would venture to this park everyday he could on his lunch break. When it was too cold, or raining or snowing, he would move inside to a little café on the corner of the street. It didn't matter because every time he took his lunch she was always there.

His bench allowed for an optimal viewing angle of the woman he watched. Sometimes she would bring pencils and a sketchbook and sketch the skyline. Other times she would just sit there enjoying nature. Sometimes she brought her lunch, and other times she did not.

Sesshomaru desperately wished that he would find the courage to speak with her; however, whenever he tried he would doubt himself. He was just an average guy, with a moderately paying office job. He wasted away his golden years staring at a bright computer screen in a little cubicle. He had very few friends, and he almost never went out at night. What could he ever possibly say to her that would make her swoon?

She was perfect. Everything she did left him captivated, but he would never get the courage to speak to her. That was until today.

Sitting down at his usual bench, Sesshomaru spied that she was reading a book this time. Not just any book either, but rather, one of his favorites: Paradise Lost. Oh God, this must be a sign, Sesshomaru bravely thought to himself. This was the perfect window of opportunity for him to speak with her. He could undoubtedly impress her with his superior knowledge of Milton's great work! He moved over to her bench and inquired if the seat next to her was taken.

"No, go right ahead and sit down. Finally! I never thought you'd work up the courage to talk to me," admitted the girl, smiling at him. Sesshomaru felt shocked. This perfect woman wanted him to talk to her?

"Excuse me, what?" He asked, curious. She probably had the wrong guy. She was just confused. He wouldn't blame her, it was Monday, and so it was perfectly acceptable to be a little frazzled.

"I have been waiting almost a year for you to come and talk to me. We see each other at lunch almost every day, but you never had the nerve to come speak with me," the girl admitted, her voice coming out in a flurry, as if she were very excited. Then she admitted in a quiet voice, "I thought that I was going to have to make the first move!" Kagome was seriously considering it too. Not until recently of course. After she had the talk with her father, she knew she had to pick up the pace. Her lack of ensnarement up until now was never a problem, but then her sister had to go and screw stuff up and Kagome was thrust into power.

She looked at the man next to her, staring, with a demure smile. He really was a handsome man. He was tall and lean, and had a gorgeous face hidden by wire framed glasses, no doubt from staring a computer screen for too long. His short blond hair looked perfect always, and he had the most unusual colored eyes, like honey fresh from the hive. He was always dressed impeccably, and she had mostly assumed he was married or seeing someone because of his lack of interest in her. She looked at him as he spoke, "I could never think of anything to say to you until today," he admitted bashfully, "but when I saw what you were reading I couldn't pass up the opportunity. How far are you in Paradise Lost?"

"Oh, I have already read it before, but currently I am in book three. I love it. Its one of my favorites." Kagome smiled and looked down into her lap, blushing. "I am Kagome by the way. What's your name?"

Sesshomaru eased into the conversation as some of his nervousness left him. "I am Sesshomaru. Paradise Lost is one of my favorites too. I really enjoy how Milton gives a new spin on the devil, and makes Satan so relatable to the average human, and it shows that Satan really isn't all that bad like the church wants you to believe. He is really just human." Sesshomaru stated in a hurry. He was embarrassed and couldn't believe he just said all that at once. He was usually a pretty silent character.

Kagome laughed next to him, and it was unlike anything he had ever heard before. It was like birds all singing in chorus to the most beautiful symphony ever recorded. Her thick black hair was shining in the sunlight, and her blue eyes never moved from his face. All her attention was on him, and Sesshomaru found it a little bit intoxicating. "I have to go. My lunch break is almost over, but, I would love to talk move about this with you, maybe over dinner?"

Sesshomaru gulped. That was like a date. A real date. "I would like that." He said trying to sound as suave as possible for the delicious woman sitting next to him. He watched as she dug in her purse and wrote down her information on a little sheet of paper for him, in pink ink.

"How about tomorrow night? At my place? I've written down the address for you. I would really like to make dinner for you." With that she smiled and gathered her things, walking way from him. She called over her shoulder that she looked forward to seeing him tomorrow evening at seven thirty.

Sesshomaru was entranced as she hips swayed while she left him alone on her bench. He was going to have dinner, at her apartment. That was...that was, wow. He really needed to prepare for this! Making a mental checklist of all the things he would need to do before tomorrow, Sesshomaru rushed off to his work. Hopefully, if he got everything done early, he could leave early, too!

Sesshomaru had prepared every detail to make his first date with Kagome spectacular. He bought new dressy jeans that made his ass look good. He bought a new button down shirt that was blue, and he hoped would accentuate his features. He tried new cologne that he hoped wasn't too over powering, but still smelled nice. And finally, he searched out gorgeous pink roses for Kagome. Now he was standing in front of her door and the only thing he had left to do was knock on the door. Taking a deep breath, he raised his arm and gave a firm knock to the wooden door.

Kagome opened it moments later, with a big smile on her face, and it was just for him. "Please come in!" She looked gorgeous in a red jumper dress, and black high heels. She even had a little pink apron on, and it made her look even cuter.

"These are for you." Sesshomaru gruffly stated, handing her the flowers. Kagome made a noise of approval and hugged him, commenting that she thought he smelled good. Sesshomaru smiled and proceeded to snoop around her living room.

Everything was tastefully done, and he could help but notice that she had Mozart's Requiem playing. He smiled again. He was beginning to like her more and more, and he never would have known these things about her, if he never had the courage to speak with her. He heard Kagome's heels on the wood floor approaching him, so he turned to look at her. She really was a vision of loveliness and so he told her. "You look very beautiful tonight Kagome."

"Oh. I hope you don't mind the music. We can change it if you like. I know people think it a little morbid to be playing a funeral mass, but I really love it."

Sesshomaru shook his head. "No, I love it as well. It really is Mozart's greatest work in my opinion. Each movement is so beautiful, I hardly think of it as a funeral song."

Kagome sighed in relief, and lead him to the table where she had their meal laid out. The pink roses were there as the centerpiece, moved slightly to one side, so that they could see each other while they were eating. The meal was eaten in relative silence, with small talk here and there, but Sesshomaru was so entranced with everything Kagome did, he barely had time to speak. It was like everything she did turned to gold, and his dinner was magnificent.

After dinner, they moved to her couch and shared a drink – Sesshomaru enjoyed some very expensive cognac, while she sipped on amaretto – and they discussed life as it was around them. Sesshomaru, for whatever reason, felt very compelled to reveal all of his feelings to her, in a completely non-sissy way, of course. "There are just so many things I wish I could do with my life, but instead I am content to just go through life staring at a computer in a little cubicle."

"Oh, Sesshomaru," Kagome whispered, snuggling closer to him on the couch, "I could fulfill all of your wishes, seriously, all you would have to do is ask." Sesshomaru was running his hand softly through her glorious hair, and not really comprehending what she was saying. Kagome sat up and looked him in the eyes. "Well, what do you say? Let me give you your heart's every desire."

She was quite the little minx saying things like that to him, but who was he to complain, Sesshomaru gave an affirmative, and the next thing he knew he was sitting in a chair across a desk from Kagome, with a devilishly handsome man behind her. There was a contract in front of him, and a pen in his hand. "What's going on?"

"Well its quiet simple you see. I am training to take over for my father, the Devil," she indicated the man standing behind her, "and I want your soul." She smiled at him. "It's a fair deal of course. You get seven wishes for your soul. Anything in the entire world you want. Anything you can imagine can be yours!" She was very convincing. "All I need is your signature."

Sesshomaru was shocked. His dream girl had been using him to get his soul. He hardened on the inside and a sneer marred his face. He supposed there was nothing to live for any more, so what good was his soul? And with the seven wishes he would get, he could maybe create a better life for himself. Defeated, Sesshomaru quickly scribbled his name on the contract without even reading in. He set the pen down and stood up.

"You did excellent work, darling." The man said to Kagome pulling her into a hug. He then turned his attention to Sesshomaru. "Thank you. It was a pleasure doing business with you," he held out his hand to shake it, and Sesshomaru took it. His hand burned with the furry of 100,000 suns, and Sesshomaru couldn't hold in a cry of pain. After releasing his hand, the man continued. "I am Naraku, Satan, Lucifer, whatever you want to call me. Of course, there are a few finer points of the agreement we will have to go over. Here is my card. Please stop by my office tomorrow, and we will discuss things."

Sesshomaru limply nodded and when he looked around he was back in his own apartment. Sighing, he tried not to think about what he had gotten himself into.

A/N: So here is the first chapter! What do you guys think. I am going to try and make this as humorous as possible, but I don't know how well that will go. Also, this might get a little bit sacreligious, so I hope you don't feel offended...but it is a fiction about a devil. So yeah. I will update as soon as possible.

Thanks for reading! As always, messages, reviews, ratings, and constructive criticism is appreciated! Thanks!