InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Drama of an Online World ❯ Chapter 6
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By: NovaDemoness 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.02.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 378 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.02.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 378 | Status: Completed
Chapter six... Sorry for the delay... >.>
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After last night’s embarrassment, she was feeling particularly female. She still couldn’t believe she’d actually kissed Sesshomaru and she couldn’t stop thinking about the way his lips felt, even if he hadn’t kissed her back. She'd skipped her morning walk for the first time in four years just to daydream about him a little longer.
She sighed, remembering the way his eyes began to bleed and how she’d seemingly soothed him. ‘Wow,’ she thought, and lifted her fingers to touch her lips for about the millionth time, her face blushing hotly at the memory.
Kagome had thought about going online, but she was worried about facing him again - which she most certainly would do. She was particularly worried about what he might say or do... She'd been rejected and turned down before. Most men found her rather intimidating.
Turning over on her back, she looked up at her ceiling full of glow-in-the-dark stars. They reminded her of his eyes; the tiny flecks of light and blood when he'd become angry with her. He was so gorgeous when he was completely lacking self-control. It made him appear to be more... Real. Feasible. Like... He was attainable.
Maybe never to her, but was it her fault she just happened to be a very interested female?
But what could she do to impress him...
She looked over at her alarm clock and her eyes grew wide as she thought, 'Get the fuck to work for one thing!'
******
Somehow she had managed to look half-decent and arrive at the office only fifteen minutes late. But she was one of the more popular contracting designers, what would it matter if she were fifteen minutes late? And at any rate, she'd had no clients for a while, so she really had nothing important to do.
Kagome left her briefcase on her desk in her office and sauntered down the hall to the staff room. To her joy, a pot of coffee had already been made. She grabbed a mug from one of the cupboards and filled it with coffee, overloading it with sugar as she normally did with a little bit of cream.
'Ahh, the energy drink of the Gods.'
She walked carefully back to her office and sat down in the chair and flicked on her answering machine.
"You have two new messages. First message."
And it was Kouga. "Kagome, please call me back, I really wanna talk to you about..." She mimicked his talking with her hands. 'Blah blah blah... '
"To erase this message, press-" The recording was promply cut off with Kagome pressing the seven. "Next new message."
A new voice floated through the air, sounded sexy. Something about offering her a contract... She sipped her coffee and nearly spit it out when she thought, 'Wait a minute... ' At the sound of the recording ending, she pressed eight to replay the message.
"Miss Kaye, I am a representative of Full Circle Industries. Through a number of colleages, it has been brought to my attention that you are one of the finest graphics and interior designers in the field. I am willing to offer you a contract to design the logo and future layout for my company... "
And that was good enough for her. She finished off her coffee and left her office in an excited rush.
******
After making his way past one of the stray women blocking his path, he proceeded towards the elevators and pressed the suitable button. The doors opened and he stepped inside.
Somehow without his noticing, a small female rushed inside. Smiling at him, she said, "Top floor, please."
He complied with her request and waited for the elevator to rise. He set his briefcase on the floor and prepared himself for the journey to his floor. He'd been required to take an elevator for six years, it was nothing out of the ordinary, so he allowed his mind to delve into other important matters.
That girl... Kagome. She was becoming a serious problem. First she had dared to insult him, calling him a puppy no less, and then she had... Kissed him, petted him. If he were alone in the elevator he might have felt his lips. Never in all his years had he met a woman like her. She disturbed him, set his inner balance completely off course in such a manner, he was beginning to lose his mind.
The memory of how her lips had felt in the virtual reality calmed him, confused him. He should have been infuriated to no end by such actions, he should have killed her when he'd had the chance. She deserved to be punished for what she had done.
'What she deserves is-' his thought was cut off when the elevator jolted roughly to a stop and the lights flicked off, the emergency lights blinking twice before stopping.
"What the fuck?" the woman beside him demanded, her smile dissipating into a scowl.
******
An excessively perky voice came from over the intercom, "We seem to be experiencing a slight glitch in the powers system. We have technicians already on the way and the problem should be fixed within the hour. Thank you."
Kagome was quite tempted to attempt to kick down the elevator doors, but decided against it. "Of all the fucking days, today just had to go and bite my ass."
******
Fifteen minutes had passed since the girl had decided to pace around the tiny space, and he was getting quite annoyed. She was invading his personal bubble and he didn't like it at all.
"Cease your pacing, bitch," he ground out. That stopped her.
"Who the fuck do you think you're calling a bitch?"
"Is there anyone else in this elevator I might be speaking to?" And that shut her up.
******
'Fucking jackass!' she thought, glaring murderously at him. She found she had an extremely low tolerance for people like him when she was having a bad day. And today had definitely become one of those. "Of all the people to be stuck in an elevator with, it just had to be you."
"The feeling is mutual."
Kagome tapped her heel against the floor and put her hands on her hips. "Just what the fuck is your problem?"
"Insignificant bitches such as yourself."
'Oh, he wants to play that way, does he?' she questioned. Well if he was going to be an asshole, she'd show him just how much of a bitch she could be. He didn't want her to pace, she wouldn't. She'd do everything else she could think of to make his morning a living Hell.
Upon thinking that thought, she began to make a mental list of all the things she could do.
******
She was whistling again. The never-ending song. The one he'd been forced to listen to when the elementary school had taken a field trip to his office.
If she wasn't whistling, she was on her cellphone. Talking to her girlfriends about what she was wearing, or how fat her ass looked in her jeans. Or how "she was trapped in this elevator with this particularly big asshole from Hell."
If she wasn't on her cellphone, she was talking to herself. Wondering when the technicians would arrive and fix the fucking elevator (something he'd been questioning quite frequently when he wasn't attempting to keep his hands from wrapping themselves around her neck).
If she wasn't talking to herself, she was replying to herself! "Oh hunnie, they'll be here soon. And then you'll never have to put up with that monster ever again." And it wouldn't stop. She'd just continue on as if it were perfectly normal!
And if she wasn't replying to herself, she was ignoring him. Ignoring him. Of all things a woman could do! She was ignoring the Sesshomaru Zetsumei, president of Full Circle Industries! 'How fucking dare she!'
"Bitch, would you shut the fuck up?" he shouted at her, amazed at the power of his own voice.
"Whatever for?" she asked him, so innocently his eye twitched.
"Because if you don't shut your fucking mouth I am going to rip your tongue from your throat!"
******
She rolled her eyes at him, secretly quite glad he'd finally caved. She didn't know how much more of the song-that-never-ends she could take. "Fuck, why the women flock to your bed is a question I'd like answered."
She had to supress the smile with a feigned frown when he opened his mouth to reply. She cut him off before he could say anything. "You're such an arrogant, stuck-up bastard!" she yelled at him, the volume of her voice rising with each word. "How a woman could ever respect herself for being attracted to someone like you is totally beyond me!"
"And why men seem to drape themselves over your disgusting body is something I'd appreciate being informed of," he shot back at her. "How any man would put up with your volatile tongue and foul mouth... Most assuredly they must find you worthy in bed to keep returning to such a dispicable female such as yourself."
Her eyes widened at his implications, and just as she was about to slap him, the lights flickered on and the elevator shook and climbed upwards to the closest floor. The doors opened and she stormed out of the elevator to find herself a more suitable companion.
******
'The nerve of some women,' he thought as he slammed his door and approached the window. 'Two in not twenty-four hours.'
His elevator experience of the morning was serving to fuel the remaining anger from his encounter with the warrior bitch, Kagome. 'And may she rot in Hell,' he thought, a vicious scowl on his face.
He glared at the papers on his desk and listened to the messages on his answering machine. Of the eleven messages, three were from business partners and other such associates of a higher class society. The remaining eight were from... Women.
'Always with fucking women,' he cursed, deleting the messages one after the other.
A knock at his door interrupted his thought, and at the sound of his annoyed voice, his secretary stepped in. "Mr. Zetsumei, there's a young lady here to see you... " she said in a rather high-pitched voice before she continued, "She doesn't seem to have an appointment."
His eyes lifted at that and he glared at her, "Once you have finished your molestation of my person with those detestable things you call eyes, would you give me her name?"
She looked slightly offended, and it served to calm him down a notch. "She didn't give her full name, sir, only her initial. K. Shall I send her in?"
He nodded and set his paperwork aside, ready to put his foul mood and morning encounter out of his mind. 'Finally.'
******
She stepped into the office, fully prepared to disguise her miffed attitude with cheery smiles. All that changed when the man at the desk looked up at her.
"Oh, just my fucking luck."
******
End of chapter six... >.>
The elevator scene was quite a difficult process...
But I wanted them to hate each other... It couldn't be helped.
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******
After last night’s embarrassment, she was feeling particularly female. She still couldn’t believe she’d actually kissed Sesshomaru and she couldn’t stop thinking about the way his lips felt, even if he hadn’t kissed her back. She'd skipped her morning walk for the first time in four years just to daydream about him a little longer.
She sighed, remembering the way his eyes began to bleed and how she’d seemingly soothed him. ‘Wow,’ she thought, and lifted her fingers to touch her lips for about the millionth time, her face blushing hotly at the memory.
Kagome had thought about going online, but she was worried about facing him again - which she most certainly would do. She was particularly worried about what he might say or do... She'd been rejected and turned down before. Most men found her rather intimidating.
Turning over on her back, she looked up at her ceiling full of glow-in-the-dark stars. They reminded her of his eyes; the tiny flecks of light and blood when he'd become angry with her. He was so gorgeous when he was completely lacking self-control. It made him appear to be more... Real. Feasible. Like... He was attainable.
Maybe never to her, but was it her fault she just happened to be a very interested female?
But what could she do to impress him...
She looked over at her alarm clock and her eyes grew wide as she thought, 'Get the fuck to work for one thing!'
******
Somehow she had managed to look half-decent and arrive at the office only fifteen minutes late. But she was one of the more popular contracting designers, what would it matter if she were fifteen minutes late? And at any rate, she'd had no clients for a while, so she really had nothing important to do.
Kagome left her briefcase on her desk in her office and sauntered down the hall to the staff room. To her joy, a pot of coffee had already been made. She grabbed a mug from one of the cupboards and filled it with coffee, overloading it with sugar as she normally did with a little bit of cream.
'Ahh, the energy drink of the Gods.'
She walked carefully back to her office and sat down in the chair and flicked on her answering machine.
"You have two new messages. First message."
And it was Kouga. "Kagome, please call me back, I really wanna talk to you about..." She mimicked his talking with her hands. 'Blah blah blah... '
"To erase this message, press-" The recording was promply cut off with Kagome pressing the seven. "Next new message."
A new voice floated through the air, sounded sexy. Something about offering her a contract... She sipped her coffee and nearly spit it out when she thought, 'Wait a minute... ' At the sound of the recording ending, she pressed eight to replay the message.
"Miss Kaye, I am a representative of Full Circle Industries. Through a number of colleages, it has been brought to my attention that you are one of the finest graphics and interior designers in the field. I am willing to offer you a contract to design the logo and future layout for my company... "
And that was good enough for her. She finished off her coffee and left her office in an excited rush.
******
After making his way past one of the stray women blocking his path, he proceeded towards the elevators and pressed the suitable button. The doors opened and he stepped inside.
Somehow without his noticing, a small female rushed inside. Smiling at him, she said, "Top floor, please."
He complied with her request and waited for the elevator to rise. He set his briefcase on the floor and prepared himself for the journey to his floor. He'd been required to take an elevator for six years, it was nothing out of the ordinary, so he allowed his mind to delve into other important matters.
That girl... Kagome. She was becoming a serious problem. First she had dared to insult him, calling him a puppy no less, and then she had... Kissed him, petted him. If he were alone in the elevator he might have felt his lips. Never in all his years had he met a woman like her. She disturbed him, set his inner balance completely off course in such a manner, he was beginning to lose his mind.
The memory of how her lips had felt in the virtual reality calmed him, confused him. He should have been infuriated to no end by such actions, he should have killed her when he'd had the chance. She deserved to be punished for what she had done.
'What she deserves is-' his thought was cut off when the elevator jolted roughly to a stop and the lights flicked off, the emergency lights blinking twice before stopping.
"What the fuck?" the woman beside him demanded, her smile dissipating into a scowl.
******
An excessively perky voice came from over the intercom, "We seem to be experiencing a slight glitch in the powers system. We have technicians already on the way and the problem should be fixed within the hour. Thank you."
Kagome was quite tempted to attempt to kick down the elevator doors, but decided against it. "Of all the fucking days, today just had to go and bite my ass."
******
Fifteen minutes had passed since the girl had decided to pace around the tiny space, and he was getting quite annoyed. She was invading his personal bubble and he didn't like it at all.
"Cease your pacing, bitch," he ground out. That stopped her.
"Who the fuck do you think you're calling a bitch?"
"Is there anyone else in this elevator I might be speaking to?" And that shut her up.
******
'Fucking jackass!' she thought, glaring murderously at him. She found she had an extremely low tolerance for people like him when she was having a bad day. And today had definitely become one of those. "Of all the people to be stuck in an elevator with, it just had to be you."
"The feeling is mutual."
Kagome tapped her heel against the floor and put her hands on her hips. "Just what the fuck is your problem?"
"Insignificant bitches such as yourself."
'Oh, he wants to play that way, does he?' she questioned. Well if he was going to be an asshole, she'd show him just how much of a bitch she could be. He didn't want her to pace, she wouldn't. She'd do everything else she could think of to make his morning a living Hell.
Upon thinking that thought, she began to make a mental list of all the things she could do.
******
She was whistling again. The never-ending song. The one he'd been forced to listen to when the elementary school had taken a field trip to his office.
If she wasn't whistling, she was on her cellphone. Talking to her girlfriends about what she was wearing, or how fat her ass looked in her jeans. Or how "she was trapped in this elevator with this particularly big asshole from Hell."
If she wasn't on her cellphone, she was talking to herself. Wondering when the technicians would arrive and fix the fucking elevator (something he'd been questioning quite frequently when he wasn't attempting to keep his hands from wrapping themselves around her neck).
If she wasn't talking to herself, she was replying to herself! "Oh hunnie, they'll be here soon. And then you'll never have to put up with that monster ever again." And it wouldn't stop. She'd just continue on as if it were perfectly normal!
And if she wasn't replying to herself, she was ignoring him. Ignoring him. Of all things a woman could do! She was ignoring the Sesshomaru Zetsumei, president of Full Circle Industries! 'How fucking dare she!'
"Bitch, would you shut the fuck up?" he shouted at her, amazed at the power of his own voice.
"Whatever for?" she asked him, so innocently his eye twitched.
"Because if you don't shut your fucking mouth I am going to rip your tongue from your throat!"
******
She rolled her eyes at him, secretly quite glad he'd finally caved. She didn't know how much more of the song-that-never-ends she could take. "Fuck, why the women flock to your bed is a question I'd like answered."
She had to supress the smile with a feigned frown when he opened his mouth to reply. She cut him off before he could say anything. "You're such an arrogant, stuck-up bastard!" she yelled at him, the volume of her voice rising with each word. "How a woman could ever respect herself for being attracted to someone like you is totally beyond me!"
"And why men seem to drape themselves over your disgusting body is something I'd appreciate being informed of," he shot back at her. "How any man would put up with your volatile tongue and foul mouth... Most assuredly they must find you worthy in bed to keep returning to such a dispicable female such as yourself."
Her eyes widened at his implications, and just as she was about to slap him, the lights flickered on and the elevator shook and climbed upwards to the closest floor. The doors opened and she stormed out of the elevator to find herself a more suitable companion.
******
'The nerve of some women,' he thought as he slammed his door and approached the window. 'Two in not twenty-four hours.'
His elevator experience of the morning was serving to fuel the remaining anger from his encounter with the warrior bitch, Kagome. 'And may she rot in Hell,' he thought, a vicious scowl on his face.
He glared at the papers on his desk and listened to the messages on his answering machine. Of the eleven messages, three were from business partners and other such associates of a higher class society. The remaining eight were from... Women.
'Always with fucking women,' he cursed, deleting the messages one after the other.
A knock at his door interrupted his thought, and at the sound of his annoyed voice, his secretary stepped in. "Mr. Zetsumei, there's a young lady here to see you... " she said in a rather high-pitched voice before she continued, "She doesn't seem to have an appointment."
His eyes lifted at that and he glared at her, "Once you have finished your molestation of my person with those detestable things you call eyes, would you give me her name?"
She looked slightly offended, and it served to calm him down a notch. "She didn't give her full name, sir, only her initial. K. Shall I send her in?"
He nodded and set his paperwork aside, ready to put his foul mood and morning encounter out of his mind. 'Finally.'
******
She stepped into the office, fully prepared to disguise her miffed attitude with cheery smiles. All that changed when the man at the desk looked up at her.
"Oh, just my fucking luck."
******
End of chapter six... >.>
The elevator scene was quite a difficult process...
But I wanted them to hate each other... It couldn't be helped.
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