InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Drama of an Online World ❯ Chapter 17
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By: NovaDemoness 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.11.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 281 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.11.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 281 | Status: Completed
Congratulations to all of you who've made it to... Uhm... Well congratulations all the same. So I'm assuming with all the reviews I got about Chapter Sixteen that all of you thoroughly enjoyed it. So did I! Sesshomaru is soooo sexy! ::sighs dreamily and melts into a puddle at his feet::
About the mailing list... If you'd like to be put on it, when you review just let me know, okay? And every time I update this fic I'll E-mail you. If you want to be E-mailed when A Lonely Soul is updated, ask about that too.
I've also decided to do a sort of "deleted scenes" or rather... An "alternate scenes" thing. More than likely, there won't be very many, but that's okay. I'll have to go back and read the first chapters for some alternate scenes. I'll post them after all chapters are complete and the epilogue has been written. Which will be a while. So. I'll be busy coming up with some deleted scenes at the same time as I'm writing the actual story.
And I've got a question... Do you think Kagome's a virgin? In my fic, at any rate. I mean, she doesn't know anyone really worth while until Sesshomaru, but she's rather out there and open. Kind of strong and opinionated and a little bitchy. 'Cause I mean, eventually she and Sesshomaru are going to fuck/ have sex/ make love. Whatever you want to call it. And I need to decide if she's a virgin or not.
Chapter Seventeen welcomes you all with open arms and... If you need more go find a toilet 'cause this chapter doesn't have legs.
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She almost couldn't believe she was walking down the street with him, hand-in-hand no less. And he was smiling. He looked really cute when he smiled. Not even cute... Just... Absolutely drop-dead sexy. Probably because he didn't smile very often. Just like she probably looked sexy when she was angry, because more often than not she was happy.
She looked up at him and asked, "So Captain, where we going?"
"I hadn't quite decided, still open to suggestions if you have any."
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She shook her head, no. "Food in general sounds good."
He chuckled then. She was rather refreshing. After years of women with no taste, no class, motives of the most dispicable sort... Her fearlessness of what he and the rest of the male population thought of her... It was incredibly fascinating.
"Anything in particular you're craving?" he asked, looking down at her glowing face. She really was glowing, might've just been the moon above or other random reasons, but she was. Very prettily glowing. It would seem that night suited her, mellowed her out. 'Thumbs up to that.'
She shrugged, "Food's food. It all tastes good."
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He'd passed six or seven restaurants before walking into The Continental Songbird of Japan. Quite the title, but all the critics loved the food. And it was non-smoking! That was always an added plus. Nothing worse than cigarette smoke to interrupt a pleasant conversation with a gorgeous woman. Not that he was looking... Much.
If he were really going to be open what he was looking at, he'd say he couldn't stop looking at her. Stealing his eyes over her face and figure, his gaze lingering over the parts of her he'd most like to touch. He was almost willing to call himself a Miroku-in-training, though he'd much rather find a more flattering title.
He stood patiently with Kaye's arm in his, waiting to be seated. Preferably away from the rest of the people inside. When a table in the far corner had been cleared and readied, a waitress beckoned them to follow. And so they did. He pulled Kaye's chair out for her, never doubt the gentlemanly-ness of Sesshomaru Zetsumei! He might be a ruthless businessman, but he made it a point to treat most women with respect. Chivalry and gallantry could still get you brownie points. And brownie points with spontanious women was an incredibly good thing. Never know when they'll bail you out of a rough spot in the relationship.
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She was just a little surprised when he pulled out her chair, but she smiled and blushed and seated herself - just a little excited. A guy as great looking as he did with a little bit of gentleman... Irresistable, really. And he wasn't just great looking, he was hot. Drop-dead-gorgeous. Sexy as Hell. What did it matter how you said it, so long as you knew it? And she was sure he knew it too, why else would he be smirking at her like that over the table... ?
"What's that look for?" she questioned, not quite sure she wanted the answer.
He chuckled. "You're blushing. It makes me wonder what you're thinking about the way you were looking at me."
And that did it... If she'd been blushing before, Heaven help her she was most assuredly blushing now. Of course, she'd never tell him she'd thinking about things that she really shouldn't have been thinking about. Or perhaps, she should have been. She'd nearly had him in her bed and... Well. She'd have enjoyed that had it not been for Kouga. But it was too late to dwell on assholes that ruined special moments. Besides, she'd much rather dwell on sexy, chivalrous men like her boss.
She sighed before she could stop herself, earning herself another look from the wonder-man himself.
"You do know it was rather important we go to the party, correct?" he asked, smirk still in place.
"Uh-huh, and what's so important about it?" Didn't seem all that important to her, but not much was. She was still a little hung up on his lips, the fact that she couldn't seem to stop looking at them wasn't even factoring in.
He shrugged his shoulders, leaning back in his seat. "Nothing really, but those attending may start to think something's going on when it's the owner of the building and the new designer who are missing. Especially when you were to be my date."
She gave a prolonged "Ahh" and thanked the waitress when she returned with menu's. She looked at him, then, confused when she caught the last word, choking on the very air she breathed.. "Wait, wait, wait... Date?"
"That's what I said, yes."
She glared at him. "And why the fuck was I not informed of this?"
He shrugged. "I thought you had been. My apologies if I was mistaken."
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Before she could speak again to further her seemingly never-ending supply of anger, he asked, "What would you like to drink?" That worked, got her mind off being angry with him. And that just so happened to be a very good thing.
It took her a moment to decide, almost like an inner battle you could see on her face. He could just about imagine it.
'No, dammit! I want vodka!'
'Fuck that, I want whiskey!'
'No you don't, you want cherry coke!'
'Pardon me, but you're all wrong. We'd much prefer the refreshing taste of a nice, cold beer.'
Something along those lines, he imagined. Leave it to her to have multiple personalities, only one of which didn't happen to be an alcoholic. He was actually quite surprised when she asked for an iced-tea, and when the waitress came around, he ordered two.
"I don't know what to order," she whispered, flipping through the menu. "Double bacon cheeseburger with fries... Clubhouse steak with onion rings... Chicken-fried rice and deep-fried shrimp..." He might have been mistaken but he thought he heard her whimper.
"I believe it customary for the male to order on such occasions as these." He looked up at the waitress, not even sparing a moment to let his date get a word in. "Double bacon cheeseburger with fries, clubhouse steak with onion rings, chicken-fried rice and deep-fried shrimp..." He paused a moment to let the girl write everything down, continuing when she stopped. "An order of ginger beef and two eggrolls."
When the waitress walked away, he looked toward the woman in front of him. She was wide-eyed and seemingly confused out of her mind.
She whispered, "We're going to need a bigger table."
He laughed.
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"Well, my mother lives in a shrine just outside the city with my grandfather and my younger brother, Souta. My father died in a car accident when I was fourteen, buried in the Nangara Memorial Cemetary." She took a moment before she went on, making certain she left nothing about her immediate family out. "Last I heard, Souta had a girlfriend. Bright pink hair, two lip rings and tattoos all up her arm. Quite the girl, I'm told."
He laughed at that, more than likely not certain how to react to hearing about the death of her father and perhaps a new addition to the family. Quite a lot to take in at once, she supposed. She took a deep-fried shrimp from one of the plates in front of her and dipped it in the accompanying sauce, taking small bites.
"So what about your family?" she asked, the waitress walking over with the last two plates in each hand, setting them down wherever there was free space.
"I am cursed with a half-brother, cursed even more-so now that he's married. Quite similar to you, my mother died when I was quite young, eleven if memory serves correctly." He brought the eggroll to his mouth and took a bite, chewing thorougly before swallowing. "I was married once."
She cocked her head, just a little curious. "And... ?"
"I have a daughter, Rin. She'll be eight in just over a month."
Smiling, she congratulated him on his little girl. "And the wife?"
The look on his face darkened, then, clearly showing an obvious dislike of the ex. "We were married three years when I caught her in bed with another man. More than once, actually. The same man on several occasions."
And the smile vanished. She nibbled her lip, "I'm sorry I brought it up."
He shrugged, "It doesn't matter. It was only a matter of time. Kagura was never one to be tied down, and high-school sweethearts rarely ever make it together."
Deciding it'd be a very good idea, she changed the subject. "So how old does that make you, then?"
"Twenty-eight, and yourself?"
"I think I'm twenty-four."
The small smile that graced his lips was a pleasure, and she was very glad to see it back.
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End of Chapter Seventeen... I think.
I'm not sure if I like where it ended or not, but that's okay. I'm excited for the next chapter so it doesn't matter.
Sesshomaru's plan is coming into effect! Mwahahahaha... Anyways...
About the mailing list... If you'd like to be put on it, when you review just let me know, okay? And every time I update this fic I'll E-mail you. If you want to be E-mailed when A Lonely Soul is updated, ask about that too.
I've also decided to do a sort of "deleted scenes" or rather... An "alternate scenes" thing. More than likely, there won't be very many, but that's okay. I'll have to go back and read the first chapters for some alternate scenes. I'll post them after all chapters are complete and the epilogue has been written. Which will be a while. So. I'll be busy coming up with some deleted scenes at the same time as I'm writing the actual story.
And I've got a question... Do you think Kagome's a virgin? In my fic, at any rate. I mean, she doesn't know anyone really worth while until Sesshomaru, but she's rather out there and open. Kind of strong and opinionated and a little bitchy. 'Cause I mean, eventually she and Sesshomaru are going to fuck/ have sex/ make love. Whatever you want to call it. And I need to decide if she's a virgin or not.
Chapter Seventeen welcomes you all with open arms and... If you need more go find a toilet 'cause this chapter doesn't have legs.
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She almost couldn't believe she was walking down the street with him, hand-in-hand no less. And he was smiling. He looked really cute when he smiled. Not even cute... Just... Absolutely drop-dead sexy. Probably because he didn't smile very often. Just like she probably looked sexy when she was angry, because more often than not she was happy.
She looked up at him and asked, "So Captain, where we going?"
"I hadn't quite decided, still open to suggestions if you have any."
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She shook her head, no. "Food in general sounds good."
He chuckled then. She was rather refreshing. After years of women with no taste, no class, motives of the most dispicable sort... Her fearlessness of what he and the rest of the male population thought of her... It was incredibly fascinating.
"Anything in particular you're craving?" he asked, looking down at her glowing face. She really was glowing, might've just been the moon above or other random reasons, but she was. Very prettily glowing. It would seem that night suited her, mellowed her out. 'Thumbs up to that.'
She shrugged, "Food's food. It all tastes good."
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He'd passed six or seven restaurants before walking into The Continental Songbird of Japan. Quite the title, but all the critics loved the food. And it was non-smoking! That was always an added plus. Nothing worse than cigarette smoke to interrupt a pleasant conversation with a gorgeous woman. Not that he was looking... Much.
If he were really going to be open what he was looking at, he'd say he couldn't stop looking at her. Stealing his eyes over her face and figure, his gaze lingering over the parts of her he'd most like to touch. He was almost willing to call himself a Miroku-in-training, though he'd much rather find a more flattering title.
He stood patiently with Kaye's arm in his, waiting to be seated. Preferably away from the rest of the people inside. When a table in the far corner had been cleared and readied, a waitress beckoned them to follow. And so they did. He pulled Kaye's chair out for her, never doubt the gentlemanly-ness of Sesshomaru Zetsumei! He might be a ruthless businessman, but he made it a point to treat most women with respect. Chivalry and gallantry could still get you brownie points. And brownie points with spontanious women was an incredibly good thing. Never know when they'll bail you out of a rough spot in the relationship.
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She was just a little surprised when he pulled out her chair, but she smiled and blushed and seated herself - just a little excited. A guy as great looking as he did with a little bit of gentleman... Irresistable, really. And he wasn't just great looking, he was hot. Drop-dead-gorgeous. Sexy as Hell. What did it matter how you said it, so long as you knew it? And she was sure he knew it too, why else would he be smirking at her like that over the table... ?
"What's that look for?" she questioned, not quite sure she wanted the answer.
He chuckled. "You're blushing. It makes me wonder what you're thinking about the way you were looking at me."
And that did it... If she'd been blushing before, Heaven help her she was most assuredly blushing now. Of course, she'd never tell him she'd thinking about things that she really shouldn't have been thinking about. Or perhaps, she should have been. She'd nearly had him in her bed and... Well. She'd have enjoyed that had it not been for Kouga. But it was too late to dwell on assholes that ruined special moments. Besides, she'd much rather dwell on sexy, chivalrous men like her boss.
She sighed before she could stop herself, earning herself another look from the wonder-man himself.
"You do know it was rather important we go to the party, correct?" he asked, smirk still in place.
"Uh-huh, and what's so important about it?" Didn't seem all that important to her, but not much was. She was still a little hung up on his lips, the fact that she couldn't seem to stop looking at them wasn't even factoring in.
He shrugged his shoulders, leaning back in his seat. "Nothing really, but those attending may start to think something's going on when it's the owner of the building and the new designer who are missing. Especially when you were to be my date."
She gave a prolonged "Ahh" and thanked the waitress when she returned with menu's. She looked at him, then, confused when she caught the last word, choking on the very air she breathed.. "Wait, wait, wait... Date?"
"That's what I said, yes."
She glared at him. "And why the fuck was I not informed of this?"
He shrugged. "I thought you had been. My apologies if I was mistaken."
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Before she could speak again to further her seemingly never-ending supply of anger, he asked, "What would you like to drink?" That worked, got her mind off being angry with him. And that just so happened to be a very good thing.
It took her a moment to decide, almost like an inner battle you could see on her face. He could just about imagine it.
'No, dammit! I want vodka!'
'Fuck that, I want whiskey!'
'No you don't, you want cherry coke!'
'Pardon me, but you're all wrong. We'd much prefer the refreshing taste of a nice, cold beer.'
Something along those lines, he imagined. Leave it to her to have multiple personalities, only one of which didn't happen to be an alcoholic. He was actually quite surprised when she asked for an iced-tea, and when the waitress came around, he ordered two.
"I don't know what to order," she whispered, flipping through the menu. "Double bacon cheeseburger with fries... Clubhouse steak with onion rings... Chicken-fried rice and deep-fried shrimp..." He might have been mistaken but he thought he heard her whimper.
"I believe it customary for the male to order on such occasions as these." He looked up at the waitress, not even sparing a moment to let his date get a word in. "Double bacon cheeseburger with fries, clubhouse steak with onion rings, chicken-fried rice and deep-fried shrimp..." He paused a moment to let the girl write everything down, continuing when she stopped. "An order of ginger beef and two eggrolls."
When the waitress walked away, he looked toward the woman in front of him. She was wide-eyed and seemingly confused out of her mind.
She whispered, "We're going to need a bigger table."
He laughed.
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"Well, my mother lives in a shrine just outside the city with my grandfather and my younger brother, Souta. My father died in a car accident when I was fourteen, buried in the Nangara Memorial Cemetary." She took a moment before she went on, making certain she left nothing about her immediate family out. "Last I heard, Souta had a girlfriend. Bright pink hair, two lip rings and tattoos all up her arm. Quite the girl, I'm told."
He laughed at that, more than likely not certain how to react to hearing about the death of her father and perhaps a new addition to the family. Quite a lot to take in at once, she supposed. She took a deep-fried shrimp from one of the plates in front of her and dipped it in the accompanying sauce, taking small bites.
"So what about your family?" she asked, the waitress walking over with the last two plates in each hand, setting them down wherever there was free space.
"I am cursed with a half-brother, cursed even more-so now that he's married. Quite similar to you, my mother died when I was quite young, eleven if memory serves correctly." He brought the eggroll to his mouth and took a bite, chewing thorougly before swallowing. "I was married once."
She cocked her head, just a little curious. "And... ?"
"I have a daughter, Rin. She'll be eight in just over a month."
Smiling, she congratulated him on his little girl. "And the wife?"
The look on his face darkened, then, clearly showing an obvious dislike of the ex. "We were married three years when I caught her in bed with another man. More than once, actually. The same man on several occasions."
And the smile vanished. She nibbled her lip, "I'm sorry I brought it up."
He shrugged, "It doesn't matter. It was only a matter of time. Kagura was never one to be tied down, and high-school sweethearts rarely ever make it together."
Deciding it'd be a very good idea, she changed the subject. "So how old does that make you, then?"
"Twenty-eight, and yourself?"
"I think I'm twenty-four."
The small smile that graced his lips was a pleasure, and she was very glad to see it back.
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End of Chapter Seventeen... I think.
I'm not sure if I like where it ended or not, but that's okay. I'm excited for the next chapter so it doesn't matter.
Sesshomaru's plan is coming into effect! Mwahahahaha... Anyways...