InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Drama of an Online World ❯ Chapter 9
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By: NovaDemoness 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.03.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 378 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.03.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 378 | Status: Completed
Chapter nine! I suck… >.>
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He wasn’t sure whether to be more surprised simply that he’d kissed her, or that she’d kissed him back without hesitation. Actually, he really wasn’t all that surprised… After all, hadn’t she kissed him before? Granted it was once, and she had been teasing him.
She had teased him then just as her body seemed to be doing at that moment. Her music was still playing, and though he couldn’t hear it, he could feel the way her body reacted to the beat.
Her hips were bucking and her lower body was grinding quite pleasantly against his. With her hands and her mouth dancing upon his heated flesh, it was becoming a task to restrain himself from throwing her to the ground and taking her in virtual reality.
He didn’t even know if that was a possibility, but before he could find out, he pushed her off him and raced to his palace.
******
Once he was in the safety of his own apartment in the real world, he leapt as fast as he could to the shower, trying desperately to stop the thoughts flowing through his mind. He turned the cold-water tap to about half and when he’d divested himself of his clothing, he stepped inside; welcoming the cold that somewhat helped rid him of his desire for Kagome…
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She logged out and climbed into her bed, her body aching all over with desire. And oh, how she wanted him. Her body seemed to be burning a thousand degrees hotter than normal, and she would have accepted it had he not pushed her away.
She hadn’t hurt herself physically when he pushed her, but… There was emotional pain. He’d flat-out rejected her, and after he’d kissed her!
‘Great way to reject a girl, too,’ she thought to herself, attempting to blink away her tears. ‘Get her all hot and bothered and leave her hanging.’
She whimpered as she pulled her blankets all around her, and she felt the strong need to be comforted. But who to turn to for comfort, when the one she wanted it from… Didn’t want her?
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The contracts had been signed and she was in the process of questioning Zetsumei about the general use of the office and his color preferences and other such random questions. Hundreds of thousands of millions of questions! Most of them things she wanted to know about him… But still. She could tell he was getting annoyed.
And oh, how she loved it. Really, he was so easy to tease. He should expect such from her.
“And your color choice for furniture? Would you like everything to match?” she asked calmly as she looked up from her notes. She actually hadn’t written down much, merely pretended to do so. She didn’t want to get caught, now, did she? He’d be very angry if he did.
“I gave you control of such miniscule details, Kaye,” was his reply to almost everything, and to those questions, the answer wasn’t any different.
"Yeah, and what happens if you don't like the damn design? What am I supposed to do then?" she asked, not really needing to feign annoyance. She really was getting annoyed. If he'd just answer her questions to her satisfaction, she could maybe leave him alone and get some work finished.
"I am ninety per cent positive I will appreciate any design you come up with." Evasive answers. All the time.
"Damnit, what if you don't?"
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He raised his eyebrow at her and smirked as he said, "Then I suppose you'll have to redo the design." He allowed her time to cool her anger and keep it in check. "Now, if there is nothing else, I believe you have work to do and so do I."
He saw her eyes were narrowing at him and her hands were on her hips when she stood up from her chair. "You're a real asshole, you know that?"
"But of course. I know everything." The look on her face was absolutely priceless. The emotions flitted across her face, starting with shock and ending in a scowl that suggested extreme anger. He really wished he had a camera to catch each of the phases she seemed to go through.
She bowed to him, more of a curtsy, really. "Of course, your fucking highness." And with that said, she stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut just as Sesshomaru burst into laughter.
******
She was really tempted to use pink in every room of the design. Very tempted. But she knew she'd get in trouble and she'd be fired and she'd probably never find work anywhere ever again if she did that. And she just so happened to really like her job.
She sighed and set herself up in the lounge of the building. She was sitting on a very comfortable loveseat, her knees drawn up with her sketchbook resting on them.
She wanted this design to be perfect, to suit Zetsumei perfectly. It had to reflect his inner personality. All sides. She sighed again, thinking, 'He's annoying, and very masculine. Very proud and cocky. He's quite quick to anger.' Somehow she had to incorporate that into the design.
Try as she might, she couldn't concentrate. Thoughts of Sesshomaru managed to plow through her mind and distract her from her duty. She really wished he hadn't stopped kissing her... But he had. She didn't know why, and she wasn't sure she wanted to.
Kagome sighed again and set to work with the design. Rough lines appeared on the paper in front of her, some in different colors as she thought. This would be the first idea of many. And the idea she chose had to be perfect.
******
He watched her work in the lounge for almost an hour. She looked perfect there, her hair all around her and her eyes set in concentration. Every now and again, she'd lift her pencil and nibble on her lower lip, deciding what to do next.
He watched as she threw design after design into the trashcan behind her. He made a mental note that he'd have to go through those designs, try to understand her a little better. It was always best to know who you worked with... Especially in such circumstances. He didn't want their relationship to get any worse than what it had started as. She might think otherwise... But he could actually tolerate her.
She wasn't half-bad when she wasn't talking or trying to be annoying. She was actually kind of... Pretty. When the light decided to shine down on her a certain way she looked absolutely gorgeous. Her skin so pale and her hair so black and glossy.
He couldn't go into those things. He was sort of involved with another woman, and even that relationship was questionable. Twice they had kissed... But when he'd kissed her, he'd pushed her away. He didn't know what she thought of that, and for all he knew, she could be as pissed off about that as she seemed to be about many other things.
When he checked his watch, he decided he'd put his thoughts far from his mind and leave the office for the day. 'Very wise decision.'
******
After he got home, he checked his answering machine for messages. As they came floating past him, he deleted them. All of them. All twenty-three of them. Why wouldn't he? They were all from annoying females with no lives. Something he was quite accustomed to.
He logged in to virtual reality and waited patiently for his body to appear in the bedchambers of his palace. He wasn't looking forward to meeting Kagome after the encounter the previous night... But he'd thought of little else but her all that day.
He couldn't seem to put her out of his mind... No matter how hard he might try.
******
End of chapter nine... >.>
It's weird. Hehehe, but I like it. ^.^
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He wasn’t sure whether to be more surprised simply that he’d kissed her, or that she’d kissed him back without hesitation. Actually, he really wasn’t all that surprised… After all, hadn’t she kissed him before? Granted it was once, and she had been teasing him.
She had teased him then just as her body seemed to be doing at that moment. Her music was still playing, and though he couldn’t hear it, he could feel the way her body reacted to the beat.
Her hips were bucking and her lower body was grinding quite pleasantly against his. With her hands and her mouth dancing upon his heated flesh, it was becoming a task to restrain himself from throwing her to the ground and taking her in virtual reality.
He didn’t even know if that was a possibility, but before he could find out, he pushed her off him and raced to his palace.
******
Once he was in the safety of his own apartment in the real world, he leapt as fast as he could to the shower, trying desperately to stop the thoughts flowing through his mind. He turned the cold-water tap to about half and when he’d divested himself of his clothing, he stepped inside; welcoming the cold that somewhat helped rid him of his desire for Kagome…
******
She logged out and climbed into her bed, her body aching all over with desire. And oh, how she wanted him. Her body seemed to be burning a thousand degrees hotter than normal, and she would have accepted it had he not pushed her away.
She hadn’t hurt herself physically when he pushed her, but… There was emotional pain. He’d flat-out rejected her, and after he’d kissed her!
‘Great way to reject a girl, too,’ she thought to herself, attempting to blink away her tears. ‘Get her all hot and bothered and leave her hanging.’
She whimpered as she pulled her blankets all around her, and she felt the strong need to be comforted. But who to turn to for comfort, when the one she wanted it from… Didn’t want her?
******
The contracts had been signed and she was in the process of questioning Zetsumei about the general use of the office and his color preferences and other such random questions. Hundreds of thousands of millions of questions! Most of them things she wanted to know about him… But still. She could tell he was getting annoyed.
And oh, how she loved it. Really, he was so easy to tease. He should expect such from her.
“And your color choice for furniture? Would you like everything to match?” she asked calmly as she looked up from her notes. She actually hadn’t written down much, merely pretended to do so. She didn’t want to get caught, now, did she? He’d be very angry if he did.
“I gave you control of such miniscule details, Kaye,” was his reply to almost everything, and to those questions, the answer wasn’t any different.
"Yeah, and what happens if you don't like the damn design? What am I supposed to do then?" she asked, not really needing to feign annoyance. She really was getting annoyed. If he'd just answer her questions to her satisfaction, she could maybe leave him alone and get some work finished.
"I am ninety per cent positive I will appreciate any design you come up with." Evasive answers. All the time.
"Damnit, what if you don't?"
******
He raised his eyebrow at her and smirked as he said, "Then I suppose you'll have to redo the design." He allowed her time to cool her anger and keep it in check. "Now, if there is nothing else, I believe you have work to do and so do I."
He saw her eyes were narrowing at him and her hands were on her hips when she stood up from her chair. "You're a real asshole, you know that?"
"But of course. I know everything." The look on her face was absolutely priceless. The emotions flitted across her face, starting with shock and ending in a scowl that suggested extreme anger. He really wished he had a camera to catch each of the phases she seemed to go through.
She bowed to him, more of a curtsy, really. "Of course, your fucking highness." And with that said, she stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut just as Sesshomaru burst into laughter.
******
She was really tempted to use pink in every room of the design. Very tempted. But she knew she'd get in trouble and she'd be fired and she'd probably never find work anywhere ever again if she did that. And she just so happened to really like her job.
She sighed and set herself up in the lounge of the building. She was sitting on a very comfortable loveseat, her knees drawn up with her sketchbook resting on them.
She wanted this design to be perfect, to suit Zetsumei perfectly. It had to reflect his inner personality. All sides. She sighed again, thinking, 'He's annoying, and very masculine. Very proud and cocky. He's quite quick to anger.' Somehow she had to incorporate that into the design.
Try as she might, she couldn't concentrate. Thoughts of Sesshomaru managed to plow through her mind and distract her from her duty. She really wished he hadn't stopped kissing her... But he had. She didn't know why, and she wasn't sure she wanted to.
Kagome sighed again and set to work with the design. Rough lines appeared on the paper in front of her, some in different colors as she thought. This would be the first idea of many. And the idea she chose had to be perfect.
******
He watched her work in the lounge for almost an hour. She looked perfect there, her hair all around her and her eyes set in concentration. Every now and again, she'd lift her pencil and nibble on her lower lip, deciding what to do next.
He watched as she threw design after design into the trashcan behind her. He made a mental note that he'd have to go through those designs, try to understand her a little better. It was always best to know who you worked with... Especially in such circumstances. He didn't want their relationship to get any worse than what it had started as. She might think otherwise... But he could actually tolerate her.
She wasn't half-bad when she wasn't talking or trying to be annoying. She was actually kind of... Pretty. When the light decided to shine down on her a certain way she looked absolutely gorgeous. Her skin so pale and her hair so black and glossy.
He couldn't go into those things. He was sort of involved with another woman, and even that relationship was questionable. Twice they had kissed... But when he'd kissed her, he'd pushed her away. He didn't know what she thought of that, and for all he knew, she could be as pissed off about that as she seemed to be about many other things.
When he checked his watch, he decided he'd put his thoughts far from his mind and leave the office for the day. 'Very wise decision.'
******
After he got home, he checked his answering machine for messages. As they came floating past him, he deleted them. All of them. All twenty-three of them. Why wouldn't he? They were all from annoying females with no lives. Something he was quite accustomed to.
He logged in to virtual reality and waited patiently for his body to appear in the bedchambers of his palace. He wasn't looking forward to meeting Kagome after the encounter the previous night... But he'd thought of little else but her all that day.
He couldn't seem to put her out of his mind... No matter how hard he might try.
******
End of chapter nine... >.>
It's weird. Hehehe, but I like it. ^.^
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