InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Drama of an Online World ❯ Chapter 11
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By: NovaDemoness 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.18.2005 | Updated On: 07.18.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 336 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.18.2005 | Updated On: 07.18.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 336 | Status: Completed
Okay guys, I know its been two and a half months or so... But please, I really hope this chapter makes up for the waiting you guys have done! Thank you all for the awesome reviews and for being so patient with me! My computer actually has not been fixed - instead, I'm on a laptop now. Its quite considerably slower, but whatever works, right?
I've been trying to work on my story for a while now, but nothing really inspirational has come at me.
I got a review asking something about what's with Kagome being called Kaye. Its her nickname, and I think if she was actually called Kagome, Sesshomaru might start to recognize her.
But anyways, I do hope this chapter was worth the wait! And I'll try to have the next chapter finished soon... Today if I can. I'm going into obsess mode again. Three chapters a day... ::eye twitch::
Chapter Eleven... Please enjoy...
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He was having a particularly difficult time working with her in his office. Even if she was asleep.
The way her hair fell about her shoulders and the content look on her face... So at peace. She was quiet, gorgeous... He had to resist the impulse to kneel before her and kiss her. Kiss the mouth that taunted and tormented him. Even to touch her cheek, to feel the softness of her skin. Beg her forgiveness...
He knew he should respect her... Give her the credit she deserved. She was taking on a lot working for him, and he did owe it to her to even attempt kindness. But when she was around, he couldn't seem to watch his mouth.
He was having a hard enough time with just one woman in his life... Kagome... He hadn't seen her or heard from her in... Actually it wasn't so long ago. Two days, perhaps. But he... Missed her. He liked the adventure she brought into his life, the random things she did when she was around him.
Sesshomaru wasn't quite sure how long he could go without seeing her... Before he started messaging her at all hours of the day whenever he could manage it. He needed to see her again... He hoped he would soon.
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She woke up alone, just a little afraid. Her eyes opened and she looked around the strange office, trying to remember where she was, what had happened to lead her up to being there. She didn't remember walking to the office... All she remembered was the lounge, working all through the night.
She slipped her legs over the edge of the hide-a-bed and looked at the desk some seven feet away from her. 'S. Zetsumei.' Her eyes blinked in her confusion. 'The Hell happened that I'm in his office?'
For the life of her she couldn't remember. She looked around the office for the clock, and when her eyes finally landed on it, it read 10:13. Kagome could barely believe she'd slept so long. She hadn't checked a clock all the night before; the coffee she'd drank on a consistent basis had kept her wired all through the evening and into the morning.
She lifted herself off the hide-a-bed, her arms wrapping around herself as she peeked out the door. Not a sign of anyone. She ventured out into the hallway, looking around for any sign of life. Nothing. She went off in search of the elevators, and when she reached them she pushed them down button.
'Everyone must have gone home long ago... I'd better not be the only one here... '
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The elevator ride down proved to be rather uninteresting; no stops along the way. When she reached the main floor, she stepped out of the elevator doors, very aware that her shoes were lost somewhere in the building. Her shoes and her sketchbook.
She made her way to the loveseat she'd situated herself upon the night before, looking under the coffee table and under all the cushions for shoes and sketchbook. Kagome looked under the loveseat, where one heel had managed to half hide itself. The other was missing completely; not to be found anywhere near where she'd been.
Her sketchbook was also missing, as well as all the drawings she'd tossed into the garbage can. 'Janitor must have finally come to collect... ' she thought, suddenly feeling rather sorry for the poor man or woman who had to pick up after her. Kagome made her way to the bar, one heel in hand, hoping against hope that someone would be around to help her find her things.
She was quite relieved when she saw a very familiar body sitting on one of the barstools. Although that was soon removed when she noticed what he'd been looking at. He'd made himself quite comfortable looking through her sketches. All of them... The ones she'd trashed and those she'd kept.
And there was her other heel.
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He could hear the soft padding of feet behind him, and he turned his head to look up at the woman coming toward him. 'So she's finally awake,' he thought, a little excited to finally have a companion of a sort. She stopped just short of him. He thought she looked a trifle miffed, which was probably not a good thing.
Her arms crossed in front of herself, she asked, "Enjoying yourself?"
He turned the stool beside him so the seat faced her, beckoning her to join him. "Actually, yes. Your sketches are quite fascinating." He stopped to help her into the stool when she moved forward, and continued when she was settled in. "I'm quite happy with the work you've done thus far."
"Uh-huh. Really now?" She reached forward and grabbed her sandaled heel, looking like she'd rather hit him with it than put it on. "You're a fuckin' shoe thief, you know that?"
He rolled his eyes, not watching as she slipped into the heel. "I did not steal your shoe. I picked it up, along with your sketches and sketchbook so no one else would take them. Would you rather some other took it? Would you rather never see it again?"
She was glaring at him, her fingers gripping the the arms of the stool rather tight. "I'd rather my things be left where they were so I don't need to question who has them in the first place!" Her anger seemed to be rising, along with the level of her voice. "And the sketches surrounding the garbage can, and those that actually made it in were supposed to be left there."
Sesshomaru didn't understand why she'd want them left there. They were fantastic, just as he'd told her. "Why?" he asked, hoping to get a decent answer out of her.
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"They don't fit," she replied, and went on when all she received was a confused look from her employer. "With you. With your company, your... Building." She motioned for the bartender to get her a drink, asked for a Pepsi.
"I'm still not quite following you."
She sighed, rolled her eyes as she did so. "When I design something, I design it after the one I'm working for. Because its his property and it has to reflect upon him as a person and as a business man or what-have-you. So I get to know the guy. Woman. Whatever it is. And I design it after their personality and their traits and just... Crap like that."
He seemed to understand that a lot more than the 'they don't fit' answer. Everyone understood it better that way. 'People are stupid,' she thought, still slightly angry at her shoe thief.
She smiled and thanked the bartender when he brought her a glass of ice and a can of Pepsi. She flipped the tab and took a small sip before pouring half of it into the glass.
"So then why are these not good enough? What is wrong with them?"
She could have slapped her forehead just then. "I already told you, they don't fit."
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He frowned at her. "But what makes this so? Why do they not fit? What do they not fit with?"
"With you, dumbass! With your personality, with who you are, with who I see you as!" As she finished practically shouting at him, she began mumbling something about the stupidity of some people, to which he took some offense.
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"Who am I? What am I? What do you see when you look at me?"
She turned and looked at him, a little shocked that he of all people should ask such questions. She didn't really know how to answer his questions without offending him further, and she thought she might have with what she'd mumbled... If he'd heard it, at any rate.
"You're... Rather annoying at the moment." She paused and turned her face up the ceiling, closing her eyes as she did. "You're very arrogant, very stubborn. Incredibly proud, confident. Efficient and hard working."
There was a long pause before he said, "If that's all you see then you're missing quite a lot."
She turned and looked at him, frowning as she did so. "I'm not finished, jackass. Don't interrupt me." She lifted her drink to her lips, taking a small drink before setting it back down, her fingertips tracing the edges of the glass. "I think you're reserved, you hide behind a mask of arrogance and pride so no one can see what you're really thinking and feeling."
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He was going to object... To deny something... 'Open your mouth, don't let her know its true!' He was going to, but she didn't stop talking, and she didn't want to be interrupted.
"But I think that behind all that... You're a very kind man. I think that behind your masks you actually care and worry just like the rest of us. Why else would you have gone out of your way to put me to sleep in your office?"
The glow in her eyes, the look on her face... The admiration in her voice... He was rather speechless.
"I think you're a very strong man. I think you have faults and flaws, too... But all the things you do in your life, you do to refine those flaws... To be perfect. I think that's what motivates you; what pushes you to wake up each morning and come in to the office and work your ass off."
She stopped then, and when she did he thought she was finished. He was wrong, he wasn't even given a moment to think about what she'd said, or even to tell her she was wrong... That she was absolutely out of her mind.
"I think you look too much to the future, you rely so much on yourself that you never enjoy the moment... You don't live for the now, you live for the future. You don't stop to smell the flowers or play on the beach with a little plastic shovel and pail. But even so, you're very kind even if you are much too uptight."
She looked at him, her eyes smiling and her mouth slightly open as she nibbled on it. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek, softly whispering in his ear, "I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Zetsumei."
Before he could react, call her back, she was out of her seat and quickly walking to the front doors of the building.
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End of Chapter eleven... It might not make sense... But that's okay.
I won't be able to update for about... Nine days or so. I'm going to my dad's for a while and he doesn't have internet, so I won't be able to post anything I write until I'm home. I'm going to try to write a whole bunch of chapters and have them posted when I get back, though. So I hope the wait will be worth it for you all.
And... I'm not really sure what's really going to be contained in the next chapters. I know there's going to be a party to celebrate the new design of the building. And in virtual reality, Sesshomaru's going nuts without Kagome, but she won't be there for a while because she's "busy." But when she comes back, I think he's going to jump on her and she's going to attempt to resist and there'll probably be a fight.
... Just to warn you.
I've been trying to work on my story for a while now, but nothing really inspirational has come at me.
I got a review asking something about what's with Kagome being called Kaye. Its her nickname, and I think if she was actually called Kagome, Sesshomaru might start to recognize her.
But anyways, I do hope this chapter was worth the wait! And I'll try to have the next chapter finished soon... Today if I can. I'm going into obsess mode again. Three chapters a day... ::eye twitch::
Chapter Eleven... Please enjoy...
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He was having a particularly difficult time working with her in his office. Even if she was asleep.
The way her hair fell about her shoulders and the content look on her face... So at peace. She was quiet, gorgeous... He had to resist the impulse to kneel before her and kiss her. Kiss the mouth that taunted and tormented him. Even to touch her cheek, to feel the softness of her skin. Beg her forgiveness...
He knew he should respect her... Give her the credit she deserved. She was taking on a lot working for him, and he did owe it to her to even attempt kindness. But when she was around, he couldn't seem to watch his mouth.
He was having a hard enough time with just one woman in his life... Kagome... He hadn't seen her or heard from her in... Actually it wasn't so long ago. Two days, perhaps. But he... Missed her. He liked the adventure she brought into his life, the random things she did when she was around him.
Sesshomaru wasn't quite sure how long he could go without seeing her... Before he started messaging her at all hours of the day whenever he could manage it. He needed to see her again... He hoped he would soon.
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She woke up alone, just a little afraid. Her eyes opened and she looked around the strange office, trying to remember where she was, what had happened to lead her up to being there. She didn't remember walking to the office... All she remembered was the lounge, working all through the night.
She slipped her legs over the edge of the hide-a-bed and looked at the desk some seven feet away from her. 'S. Zetsumei.' Her eyes blinked in her confusion. 'The Hell happened that I'm in his office?'
For the life of her she couldn't remember. She looked around the office for the clock, and when her eyes finally landed on it, it read 10:13. Kagome could barely believe she'd slept so long. She hadn't checked a clock all the night before; the coffee she'd drank on a consistent basis had kept her wired all through the evening and into the morning.
She lifted herself off the hide-a-bed, her arms wrapping around herself as she peeked out the door. Not a sign of anyone. She ventured out into the hallway, looking around for any sign of life. Nothing. She went off in search of the elevators, and when she reached them she pushed them down button.
'Everyone must have gone home long ago... I'd better not be the only one here... '
****************
The elevator ride down proved to be rather uninteresting; no stops along the way. When she reached the main floor, she stepped out of the elevator doors, very aware that her shoes were lost somewhere in the building. Her shoes and her sketchbook.
She made her way to the loveseat she'd situated herself upon the night before, looking under the coffee table and under all the cushions for shoes and sketchbook. Kagome looked under the loveseat, where one heel had managed to half hide itself. The other was missing completely; not to be found anywhere near where she'd been.
Her sketchbook was also missing, as well as all the drawings she'd tossed into the garbage can. 'Janitor must have finally come to collect... ' she thought, suddenly feeling rather sorry for the poor man or woman who had to pick up after her. Kagome made her way to the bar, one heel in hand, hoping against hope that someone would be around to help her find her things.
She was quite relieved when she saw a very familiar body sitting on one of the barstools. Although that was soon removed when she noticed what he'd been looking at. He'd made himself quite comfortable looking through her sketches. All of them... The ones she'd trashed and those she'd kept.
And there was her other heel.
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He could hear the soft padding of feet behind him, and he turned his head to look up at the woman coming toward him. 'So she's finally awake,' he thought, a little excited to finally have a companion of a sort. She stopped just short of him. He thought she looked a trifle miffed, which was probably not a good thing.
Her arms crossed in front of herself, she asked, "Enjoying yourself?"
He turned the stool beside him so the seat faced her, beckoning her to join him. "Actually, yes. Your sketches are quite fascinating." He stopped to help her into the stool when she moved forward, and continued when she was settled in. "I'm quite happy with the work you've done thus far."
"Uh-huh. Really now?" She reached forward and grabbed her sandaled heel, looking like she'd rather hit him with it than put it on. "You're a fuckin' shoe thief, you know that?"
He rolled his eyes, not watching as she slipped into the heel. "I did not steal your shoe. I picked it up, along with your sketches and sketchbook so no one else would take them. Would you rather some other took it? Would you rather never see it again?"
She was glaring at him, her fingers gripping the the arms of the stool rather tight. "I'd rather my things be left where they were so I don't need to question who has them in the first place!" Her anger seemed to be rising, along with the level of her voice. "And the sketches surrounding the garbage can, and those that actually made it in were supposed to be left there."
Sesshomaru didn't understand why she'd want them left there. They were fantastic, just as he'd told her. "Why?" he asked, hoping to get a decent answer out of her.
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"They don't fit," she replied, and went on when all she received was a confused look from her employer. "With you. With your company, your... Building." She motioned for the bartender to get her a drink, asked for a Pepsi.
"I'm still not quite following you."
She sighed, rolled her eyes as she did so. "When I design something, I design it after the one I'm working for. Because its his property and it has to reflect upon him as a person and as a business man or what-have-you. So I get to know the guy. Woman. Whatever it is. And I design it after their personality and their traits and just... Crap like that."
He seemed to understand that a lot more than the 'they don't fit' answer. Everyone understood it better that way. 'People are stupid,' she thought, still slightly angry at her shoe thief.
She smiled and thanked the bartender when he brought her a glass of ice and a can of Pepsi. She flipped the tab and took a small sip before pouring half of it into the glass.
"So then why are these not good enough? What is wrong with them?"
She could have slapped her forehead just then. "I already told you, they don't fit."
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He frowned at her. "But what makes this so? Why do they not fit? What do they not fit with?"
"With you, dumbass! With your personality, with who you are, with who I see you as!" As she finished practically shouting at him, she began mumbling something about the stupidity of some people, to which he took some offense.
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"Who am I? What am I? What do you see when you look at me?"
She turned and looked at him, a little shocked that he of all people should ask such questions. She didn't really know how to answer his questions without offending him further, and she thought she might have with what she'd mumbled... If he'd heard it, at any rate.
"You're... Rather annoying at the moment." She paused and turned her face up the ceiling, closing her eyes as she did. "You're very arrogant, very stubborn. Incredibly proud, confident. Efficient and hard working."
There was a long pause before he said, "If that's all you see then you're missing quite a lot."
She turned and looked at him, frowning as she did so. "I'm not finished, jackass. Don't interrupt me." She lifted her drink to her lips, taking a small drink before setting it back down, her fingertips tracing the edges of the glass. "I think you're reserved, you hide behind a mask of arrogance and pride so no one can see what you're really thinking and feeling."
****************
He was going to object... To deny something... 'Open your mouth, don't let her know its true!' He was going to, but she didn't stop talking, and she didn't want to be interrupted.
"But I think that behind all that... You're a very kind man. I think that behind your masks you actually care and worry just like the rest of us. Why else would you have gone out of your way to put me to sleep in your office?"
The glow in her eyes, the look on her face... The admiration in her voice... He was rather speechless.
"I think you're a very strong man. I think you have faults and flaws, too... But all the things you do in your life, you do to refine those flaws... To be perfect. I think that's what motivates you; what pushes you to wake up each morning and come in to the office and work your ass off."
She stopped then, and when she did he thought she was finished. He was wrong, he wasn't even given a moment to think about what she'd said, or even to tell her she was wrong... That she was absolutely out of her mind.
"I think you look too much to the future, you rely so much on yourself that you never enjoy the moment... You don't live for the now, you live for the future. You don't stop to smell the flowers or play on the beach with a little plastic shovel and pail. But even so, you're very kind even if you are much too uptight."
She looked at him, her eyes smiling and her mouth slightly open as she nibbled on it. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek, softly whispering in his ear, "I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Zetsumei."
Before he could react, call her back, she was out of her seat and quickly walking to the front doors of the building.
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End of Chapter eleven... It might not make sense... But that's okay.
I won't be able to update for about... Nine days or so. I'm going to my dad's for a while and he doesn't have internet, so I won't be able to post anything I write until I'm home. I'm going to try to write a whole bunch of chapters and have them posted when I get back, though. So I hope the wait will be worth it for you all.
And... I'm not really sure what's really going to be contained in the next chapters. I know there's going to be a party to celebrate the new design of the building. And in virtual reality, Sesshomaru's going nuts without Kagome, but she won't be there for a while because she's "busy." But when she comes back, I think he's going to jump on her and she's going to attempt to resist and there'll probably be a fight.
... Just to warn you.