InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Drama of an Online World ❯ Chapter 7
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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: 1.6K | Visits: 414 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.02.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 414 | Status: Completed
Note to all readers who want to read this... >.>...
I got a very good question thing from a reviewer I just thought I'd address before the start of the chapter. I'm also very sorry for the delay... I would've had this chapter in last night but me and a friend of mine had a girls night. So... Here it is.
"Kinda confused as to whether or not their appearances remain the same in that virtual world from the real world."
Their appearances don't stay the same. In the virtual world, their appearances are how they wish they looked, how they would look if they could. Some of the physical traits are there by default, depending on the species they chose to take when they first entered the game, but most of them are by their own choosing. They both look quite a bit like how they look in the real world, but there are some differences.
For instance, in the real world Sesshomaru has short-ish black hair and his eyes are so brown they appear black. He has no markings to distinguish himself and he dresses as anyone in the business world would; suits and ties and all that jazz. Kagome has shoulder-length black hair and brown eyes. She's actually taller in the real world than she is in the virtual reality. She's shorter online because of an average based on the height of females in the real world.
And so yeah. I hope that kind of clears it up and whatnot.
Chapter seven...
******
And it just had to be her. What idle God had cursed him so? After such an embarrassing scene in the elevator, and she just had to be the designer he so badly needed. ‘Like she’s even going to consider the contract now,’ he thought, his temper further enraging him at the thought of having to somehow convince the stubborn wench to accept the contract.
“Miss Kaye, I presume?” he inquired, forcing his voice to remain steady and even. He was quite embarrassed about their morning encounter, and as hard as he tried he couldn’t seem to put it as far from his mind as he wanted.
******
“Yes, actually. And I suppose you’re Mr. Zetsumei,” she demanded incredulously, her firsts clenching and unclenching as she willed herself to remain calm.
“I am,” was his reply. “And regardless of our mishap this morning, I would, for some reason completely unknown to myself, like to introduce you to the contract I suggested over the telephone.”
“And why the fuck would you do that?” she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Whether you noticed or not, this building is in dire need of renovations, and as of yet, a suitable logo has not been created.”
“Oh yes, even after the morning fucking mishap, you still want to hire me to design your building?” She raised an eyebrow and continued, “Is this how you sign on all your employees? Degrade them first?”
******
‘Ungrateful bitch,’ he thought, his eyes no more than narrow slits.
“This is the first time any such occurrence has taken place, I can assure you. Were I aware it was you I was engaged with in the elevator, I would have offered the contract then and there.”
“So you’re that bitchy to everyone you don’t know?”
He rose to his feet, his patience waning, and pointed to the chair across from his desk. “Sit.” When she didn’t move to obey him, he ordered, “Now.”
He would make her listen to his proposal, and if she didn’t… She would suffer the fucking consequences. He’d put up with enough of her attitude to last an entire lifetime and he’d no desire to suffer through any more of her than was necessary.
******
She moved to comply with His Mighty Pain-in-the-Ass’ wishes, desiring only to slap his face and leave him stunned in his place. She sat in the chair he’d pointed to, crossed her legs and gave him all the time he needed to blab his fucking face off.
On one hand, she really hoped he’d do just that. But on the other…
‘Such a waste of a perfectly good man,’ she thought. He was kind of pretty for being such a jackass. She was almost tempted to take the contract just for the challenge of breaking him of his obviously nasty disposition.
‘It'd be fun... But what would it take to crack a code that encrypted?’
******
He quickly assessed the situation. He had two options, either he could convince her to work for him, or he could force her to. And since he hadn't exactly pegged her for the submissive type, he'd have to settle for convincing her.
"By the state of this office, one would hope you have come to understand the desperate need this building is in for rennovations." He paused, not quite certain what the best route would be to ensure her cooperation. "I have heard your name passed amongst associates of mine many times before, and have witnessed first-hand an assortment of the finished products. What I saw was more than adequate."
Her eyes rolled again, and he noted that she seemed to do that a lot when she was annoyed. He guessed she was not one for flattery and he wished he'd known that before.
"Should you choose to accept the contract, you will be given the freedom you need to get the job finished. Within reason," he really could not stress that enough. "There is to be no pink anywhere in the design."
"Oh, the Almighty One doesn't like pink? And here I was thinking we'd paint the walls pink and have the windows tinted to match."
******
She laughed at the look on his face when she said that. 'Obviously someone doesn't know sarcasm when it slaps him across the face,' she thought as she nearly fell out of her chair from laughing so hard.
"And just what is so funny?" The look on his face was so hilarious she couldn't stop laughing.
"I was... Kidding... " she managed to choke out between breaths.
"Do not presume to joke about something so significant. Pink will not be used in any of the design plans."
She lifted her hand to her mouth and giggled behind it. "I know. I never use pink. Hate the fuckin' color."
His eyes narrowed on her, he obviously didn't have much of a sense of humor. "And yet you would presume to think it funny to joke about something like that?"
"If you had taken the time to look into anything I've done in the past, you would see that in not one of those designs is the color pink." She uncrossed and stretched her legs before standing up. "Therefore, you would've known not to put in that the use of pink is not allowed."
"Regardless of that, will you be taking on the task, or need I find a more... Suitable designer?" he asked her, very nearly earning a slap from her almighty hand.
"I'll be taking the fucking contract," she snapped at him before turning to leave. "I assume you'll have the contract drawn up in the next few days. Contact me then."
"I'll do just that," he said in that cocky voice he liked to use. The one that made her want to punch him. Or throw him in front of a bus. Or a semi. Either one would work for this particular occasion.
She muttered, "Jackass," under her breath before walking out the door.
******
Jaken came rushing into his study with his arms flailing all over the place. "Mi'lord, mi'lord, that woman is back again! She has already killed several bat demons and they seem to be flocking to her!"
He closed his book and looked at the retainer. "I shall see to it, Jaken. Leave."
He walked to the window, looking for the familiar evanescent light radiating from the Kuroni forest. 'That place again? She must be anxious to see me,' he thought with a smirk on his face. 'I shall not disappoint her.'
******
She was wearing a particularly happy smile for one so exhausted. She'd killed at least seven bat demons, and at the rate they were coming, she was going to kill a tribe of them before they got the hint and left her alone. They kept coming, she kept killing. Vicious cycle, really.
And then all of a sudden, they just kind of high-tailed it. She looked all around her, and when she spotted Sesshomaru, her smile reached her eyes and her face lit up. Fireworks were amazing.
She really couldn't help herself. She ran over to him and practically threw herself on him, wrapping her arms around his waist, smiling like a giddy little schoolgirl. She looked up into his confused eyes and asked, "So, how was your day?"
******
End of chapter seven... >.>
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I got a very good question thing from a reviewer I just thought I'd address before the start of the chapter. I'm also very sorry for the delay... I would've had this chapter in last night but me and a friend of mine had a girls night. So... Here it is.
"Kinda confused as to whether or not their appearances remain the same in that virtual world from the real world."
Their appearances don't stay the same. In the virtual world, their appearances are how they wish they looked, how they would look if they could. Some of the physical traits are there by default, depending on the species they chose to take when they first entered the game, but most of them are by their own choosing. They both look quite a bit like how they look in the real world, but there are some differences.
For instance, in the real world Sesshomaru has short-ish black hair and his eyes are so brown they appear black. He has no markings to distinguish himself and he dresses as anyone in the business world would; suits and ties and all that jazz. Kagome has shoulder-length black hair and brown eyes. She's actually taller in the real world than she is in the virtual reality. She's shorter online because of an average based on the height of females in the real world.
And so yeah. I hope that kind of clears it up and whatnot.
Chapter seven...
******
And it just had to be her. What idle God had cursed him so? After such an embarrassing scene in the elevator, and she just had to be the designer he so badly needed. ‘Like she’s even going to consider the contract now,’ he thought, his temper further enraging him at the thought of having to somehow convince the stubborn wench to accept the contract.
“Miss Kaye, I presume?” he inquired, forcing his voice to remain steady and even. He was quite embarrassed about their morning encounter, and as hard as he tried he couldn’t seem to put it as far from his mind as he wanted.
******
“Yes, actually. And I suppose you’re Mr. Zetsumei,” she demanded incredulously, her firsts clenching and unclenching as she willed herself to remain calm.
“I am,” was his reply. “And regardless of our mishap this morning, I would, for some reason completely unknown to myself, like to introduce you to the contract I suggested over the telephone.”
“And why the fuck would you do that?” she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Whether you noticed or not, this building is in dire need of renovations, and as of yet, a suitable logo has not been created.”
“Oh yes, even after the morning fucking mishap, you still want to hire me to design your building?” She raised an eyebrow and continued, “Is this how you sign on all your employees? Degrade them first?”
******
‘Ungrateful bitch,’ he thought, his eyes no more than narrow slits.
“This is the first time any such occurrence has taken place, I can assure you. Were I aware it was you I was engaged with in the elevator, I would have offered the contract then and there.”
“So you’re that bitchy to everyone you don’t know?”
He rose to his feet, his patience waning, and pointed to the chair across from his desk. “Sit.” When she didn’t move to obey him, he ordered, “Now.”
He would make her listen to his proposal, and if she didn’t… She would suffer the fucking consequences. He’d put up with enough of her attitude to last an entire lifetime and he’d no desire to suffer through any more of her than was necessary.
******
She moved to comply with His Mighty Pain-in-the-Ass’ wishes, desiring only to slap his face and leave him stunned in his place. She sat in the chair he’d pointed to, crossed her legs and gave him all the time he needed to blab his fucking face off.
On one hand, she really hoped he’d do just that. But on the other…
‘Such a waste of a perfectly good man,’ she thought. He was kind of pretty for being such a jackass. She was almost tempted to take the contract just for the challenge of breaking him of his obviously nasty disposition.
‘It'd be fun... But what would it take to crack a code that encrypted?’
******
He quickly assessed the situation. He had two options, either he could convince her to work for him, or he could force her to. And since he hadn't exactly pegged her for the submissive type, he'd have to settle for convincing her.
"By the state of this office, one would hope you have come to understand the desperate need this building is in for rennovations." He paused, not quite certain what the best route would be to ensure her cooperation. "I have heard your name passed amongst associates of mine many times before, and have witnessed first-hand an assortment of the finished products. What I saw was more than adequate."
Her eyes rolled again, and he noted that she seemed to do that a lot when she was annoyed. He guessed she was not one for flattery and he wished he'd known that before.
"Should you choose to accept the contract, you will be given the freedom you need to get the job finished. Within reason," he really could not stress that enough. "There is to be no pink anywhere in the design."
"Oh, the Almighty One doesn't like pink? And here I was thinking we'd paint the walls pink and have the windows tinted to match."
******
She laughed at the look on his face when she said that. 'Obviously someone doesn't know sarcasm when it slaps him across the face,' she thought as she nearly fell out of her chair from laughing so hard.
"And just what is so funny?" The look on his face was so hilarious she couldn't stop laughing.
"I was... Kidding... " she managed to choke out between breaths.
"Do not presume to joke about something so significant. Pink will not be used in any of the design plans."
She lifted her hand to her mouth and giggled behind it. "I know. I never use pink. Hate the fuckin' color."
His eyes narrowed on her, he obviously didn't have much of a sense of humor. "And yet you would presume to think it funny to joke about something like that?"
"If you had taken the time to look into anything I've done in the past, you would see that in not one of those designs is the color pink." She uncrossed and stretched her legs before standing up. "Therefore, you would've known not to put in that the use of pink is not allowed."
"Regardless of that, will you be taking on the task, or need I find a more... Suitable designer?" he asked her, very nearly earning a slap from her almighty hand.
"I'll be taking the fucking contract," she snapped at him before turning to leave. "I assume you'll have the contract drawn up in the next few days. Contact me then."
"I'll do just that," he said in that cocky voice he liked to use. The one that made her want to punch him. Or throw him in front of a bus. Or a semi. Either one would work for this particular occasion.
She muttered, "Jackass," under her breath before walking out the door.
******
Jaken came rushing into his study with his arms flailing all over the place. "Mi'lord, mi'lord, that woman is back again! She has already killed several bat demons and they seem to be flocking to her!"
He closed his book and looked at the retainer. "I shall see to it, Jaken. Leave."
He walked to the window, looking for the familiar evanescent light radiating from the Kuroni forest. 'That place again? She must be anxious to see me,' he thought with a smirk on his face. 'I shall not disappoint her.'
******
She was wearing a particularly happy smile for one so exhausted. She'd killed at least seven bat demons, and at the rate they were coming, she was going to kill a tribe of them before they got the hint and left her alone. They kept coming, she kept killing. Vicious cycle, really.
And then all of a sudden, they just kind of high-tailed it. She looked all around her, and when she spotted Sesshomaru, her smile reached her eyes and her face lit up. Fireworks were amazing.
She really couldn't help herself. She ran over to him and practically threw herself on him, wrapping her arms around his waist, smiling like a giddy little schoolgirl. She looked up into his confused eyes and asked, "So, how was your day?"
******
End of chapter seven... >.>
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