InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Drama of an Online World ❯ Chapter 18
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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: 2.1K | Visits: 278 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.11.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 278 | Status: Completed
I'm going to try to get into the habit of updating at least once or twice a week, and I'm going to try not to blab so much before and after the chapter's written. I'm also going to try to write longer chapters for you guys. And there's another thing... But for the life of me I can't frickin' remember what it is! Urgh...
Ask to join the update list if you want to be put on it. So... If you'd like to be made aware of when I'll randomly update, please ask.
Oh, let us be off to Chapter Eighteen! (Is that how you spell it... ? That word really bugs me... )
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Walking back to her apartment was a joy in itself, completely separate from dinner with her. Speaking of trivial things, issues of the world... He'd never felt more at ease with a woman. He'd confided in her his depest secrets, things he'd never felt comfortable telling his own wife! '... Ex wife,' he corrected.
This was a woman. Cheerful, blunt and honest and... Gorgeous. Even when her mood swung to the darker spectrum of human emotions, she was still quite the sight to behold.
"So what exactly do you do?" she asked, looking up into his eyes as she spoke. He admired that. Many people found it incredibly difficult to look into his eyes. Whether it was the near blackness or the expression on his face or... Whatever. Many could not look into his eyes for long.
"Not a lot, really," he answered, walking slowly down the street with her hand in his. "Sign papers, negotiations... The usual things a president of a company does."
She laughed, at him or at what he said, he didn't know. "Well I know all that. But I've never been the president of a company, so how should I know what exactly you do? I don't even really know what Full Circle is all about."
"Full Circle Industries was first developed by my grandfather, Yukio, although the title in the beginning was simply Full Circle. At first it was a mere antique gallery, ancient weaponry, scrolls... When my father, InuTaisho, inherited the galleries my grandfather had built across the country, he branched outwards into art and literature," he explained, quite interested to find someone who was also... Interested. "Now, Full Circle handles artists and authors, as well as a University dedicated to artists around the world. Every year, three students nominated from Universities across the globe are chosen to study and develop their artistic talents here. There are six or seven other branches of the company, but those are the areas in which my half-brother deals."
She was smiling up at him, looking like she rather enjoyed his explanation. "So then what do you do?"
He chuckled, his eyes gleaming. "I just told you, Kaye, my dear. You just weren't listening."
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She wasn't ready to end the night there, when he'd walked her to the door to her apartment. But she had plans for the next day and she was sure a man as sexy as he was would have something to do... Especially one so famous as he. You don't get to be famous without girls dangling themselves in front of you. No sir, and she was just... Well she wasn't trying to be one of them. But he was hot and she wanted him and she was probably out of her mind for that. But what did it matter?
She cleared her throat, not really sure what to say. "Well... This is my stop." She was looking around, trying to find the inspiration from something to find something witty and original to say. What to say to a man like that? 'I had fun, lets do it again,' or, 'I'd invite you in but you might think I'm a bigger skank than you probably already do.'
He was smirking at her, that evil smirk that made him look like he knew something she didn't. It was quite annoying, especially when the look in his eyes told her something entirely different. "Indeed it is."
"So I should probably go inside," she whispered, waiting for the inevitable. She knew it was coming... 'Do it or stop looking at me like that... If you're going to devour my mouth in a goodnight kiss do it!'
"Indeed you should."
He wasn't moving, or maybe he was and he was moving so slow she couldn't tell. Or maybe time had slowed down and that's why he was only moving inches at a time. Or maybe the distance was shorter than she realized and she really was out of her mind. It seemed like a possibility, right?
Before she could find out, she turned towards the door, picking out the right key and slipping it into the slot. The unlocked door opened with ease, didn't make it that far though. Her body jolted when she felt a warm mouth on her neck, waves of desire flooding her senses.
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He was walking her inside, his body pushing hers forward, and her body pushing the door open. His mouth refused to leave her neck, the natural scent of her left him intoxicated and aching for more of her. His arms wrapped around her waist as soon as he'd closed the door, pulling her body closer to his.
"Bedroom?" he asked, not sure if she'd understand what he wanted or not. He hadn't really intended to follow her inside, all he'd wanted was a kiss and then she'd turned around and he'd found her neck and her scent... She smelled as wonderful as she looked. He had to wonder if she tasted as good as she smelled.
She tried to move away from him, lead him to her bedroom, but he would have none of that. He held her closer, and leaned down, sweeping her legs out from under her. Her arms looped around his neck. "End of the hall."
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She could feel his hands all over her, like they were itching to touch her skin, to feel the softness of her body. One hand kneading her breast through the fabric of her gown, the other moving down her body to massage her thighs. His mouth on a rampage, open-mouthed kisses against her throat and neck. She thought she'd heard him groan when his mouth reached the end of the line... Where the fabric covered her breasts, kept them in check. 'Most of the time.'
But truth be told, she was just as eager as he was and her hands were far from keeping still. She was yanking on the buttons of his shirt, desperate to remove the barriers of clothing between them. But when she'd reached the bottom hem of the long-sleeved shirt, she didn't stop, couldn't stop. She knew he wouldn't give in to her and allow her to remove his clothing, so her fingers made quick work of the button and zipper on his jeans. After she'd done all she could to assist the removal of his garments, her right hand slid up his body, softly and ever-so-slowly caressing the muscles of his chest.
As soon as her hand came into contact with skin, his mouth stopped, his hands didn't move... And her eyes lifted to his. He looked so hungry, so incredibly desperate for her, like he wanted to have her again and again and... Again. She was up for it. His breathing was erratic and irregular, coming in short gasps as her hand trailed up his chest to the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Oh, and what a kiss! Hard and hot and demanding.
She moaned against his mouth, both hands lifting to push his shirt over his shoulders. He moved, then, to a semi-sitting position and she followed, whimpering at the sudden loss of his mouth. He pulled his arms back and pulled the sleeves off, letting the shirt fall wherever it wished. She pushed him over onto his back, crawling up on top of him to straddle his waist.
His hands moved to the back of her neck, pulling her down to him and their lips came crashing together. She nipped at his lower lip, suckling it into her mouth. Tongue, teeth and lips so busy at play, eager to tease and torment. She was so busy being in her own little world with his mouth, that she nearly fell off him when she heard the ringing of a cellphone.
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"Fuck," he groaned, already knowing it was his and who the caller would be. He lifted himself up into a sitting position and Kaye settled herself on his lap. "I have to answer it, Kaye. There's only two people who know the number to my cell. One of them is my daughter and the other is Kagura." He reached into his pocket and grabbed the ringing piece of technology. "And at 12:30 at night, who do you think the caller is?"
She nodded her head, a little miffed, but understanding all the same.
He opened the cellphone on the third ring, snapping at the bitch on the other end, "What do you want?"
"My, my, Sesshomaru, aren't you the feisty one tonight," his ex-wife coo-ed at him.
"What do you want, Kagura?" he asked again, demanding an answer. The woman on his lap had started touching him again, her hands pressed against his chest, fingers kneading the skin. Her tongue licking a slow trail up his neck, flicking over his earlobe.
"Always to the point you are," she purred, "never want to talk to your wife anymore."
When he felt Kaye nibble on his earlobe, his head turned slightly towards her and he growled into the cell, not really sure who it was directed at. "Ex, bitch. Now what the fuck do you want?"
"I need you to watch the girl." Always the girl, never calling her by her name or even referring to her as her own fucking daughter. "Naraku and I need a little alone time." He knew she was grinning on the other end, always loved calling him in the middle of the night to retrieve their daughter so she could have a midnight fuck with her lover.
"I'll be there in an hour, I'm a little busy."
He could hear her laughter and the deep voice of Naraku, urging her to hurry to bed. "Might want to come sooner, Sesshomaru. We're in a hurry tonight." The click of the phone was the last thing he heard, besides the heavy breathing of the woman on his lap.
He tossed the cellphone onto the bed and pushed Kaye onto her back. He bit her neck, only hard enough for her to enjoy it, and she did. Her back arched and her hips ground against his. He whispered into her ear, "I have to go," a little shocked when he heard her whimper her protest. He kissed her lips, fleeting little kisses to soothe and calm her. "I know, I know... But Kagura needs me to watch Rin tonight. I'll play with you later."
Kaye cocked her head to the side, still whimpering, pouting just a little. "Promise?"
He kissed her one last time before removing himself from her bed, picking up the clothing he'd shed and putting the shirt and jacket on again for the third time that night. "Promise." And with that final word spoken, he left her there on her bed and left her apartment. Not even realizing he'd forgotten his cellphone on her bed...
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Did you know, that the sexy little lime right there was originally intended to be Kagome's dream? That's right. But then I thought, 'No. It'd be much more fun to have Kagura call and tell him she needed him to watch Rin because she was going out with Naraku. And of course, she has to rub it in... Because SHE THINKS HE'S ALONE! Fuckin' loser.' And I thought it'd be funny if they were just a tad sexually frustrated. ::shrug:: Everything is against them! Mwahahahahaha... ^.^
Ask to join the update list if you want to be put on it. So... If you'd like to be made aware of when I'll randomly update, please ask.
Oh, let us be off to Chapter Eighteen! (Is that how you spell it... ? That word really bugs me... )
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Walking back to her apartment was a joy in itself, completely separate from dinner with her. Speaking of trivial things, issues of the world... He'd never felt more at ease with a woman. He'd confided in her his depest secrets, things he'd never felt comfortable telling his own wife! '... Ex wife,' he corrected.
This was a woman. Cheerful, blunt and honest and... Gorgeous. Even when her mood swung to the darker spectrum of human emotions, she was still quite the sight to behold.
"So what exactly do you do?" she asked, looking up into his eyes as she spoke. He admired that. Many people found it incredibly difficult to look into his eyes. Whether it was the near blackness or the expression on his face or... Whatever. Many could not look into his eyes for long.
"Not a lot, really," he answered, walking slowly down the street with her hand in his. "Sign papers, negotiations... The usual things a president of a company does."
She laughed, at him or at what he said, he didn't know. "Well I know all that. But I've never been the president of a company, so how should I know what exactly you do? I don't even really know what Full Circle is all about."
"Full Circle Industries was first developed by my grandfather, Yukio, although the title in the beginning was simply Full Circle. At first it was a mere antique gallery, ancient weaponry, scrolls... When my father, InuTaisho, inherited the galleries my grandfather had built across the country, he branched outwards into art and literature," he explained, quite interested to find someone who was also... Interested. "Now, Full Circle handles artists and authors, as well as a University dedicated to artists around the world. Every year, three students nominated from Universities across the globe are chosen to study and develop their artistic talents here. There are six or seven other branches of the company, but those are the areas in which my half-brother deals."
She was smiling up at him, looking like she rather enjoyed his explanation. "So then what do you do?"
He chuckled, his eyes gleaming. "I just told you, Kaye, my dear. You just weren't listening."
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She wasn't ready to end the night there, when he'd walked her to the door to her apartment. But she had plans for the next day and she was sure a man as sexy as he was would have something to do... Especially one so famous as he. You don't get to be famous without girls dangling themselves in front of you. No sir, and she was just... Well she wasn't trying to be one of them. But he was hot and she wanted him and she was probably out of her mind for that. But what did it matter?
She cleared her throat, not really sure what to say. "Well... This is my stop." She was looking around, trying to find the inspiration from something to find something witty and original to say. What to say to a man like that? 'I had fun, lets do it again,' or, 'I'd invite you in but you might think I'm a bigger skank than you probably already do.'
He was smirking at her, that evil smirk that made him look like he knew something she didn't. It was quite annoying, especially when the look in his eyes told her something entirely different. "Indeed it is."
"So I should probably go inside," she whispered, waiting for the inevitable. She knew it was coming... 'Do it or stop looking at me like that... If you're going to devour my mouth in a goodnight kiss do it!'
"Indeed you should."
He wasn't moving, or maybe he was and he was moving so slow she couldn't tell. Or maybe time had slowed down and that's why he was only moving inches at a time. Or maybe the distance was shorter than she realized and she really was out of her mind. It seemed like a possibility, right?
Before she could find out, she turned towards the door, picking out the right key and slipping it into the slot. The unlocked door opened with ease, didn't make it that far though. Her body jolted when she felt a warm mouth on her neck, waves of desire flooding her senses.
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He was walking her inside, his body pushing hers forward, and her body pushing the door open. His mouth refused to leave her neck, the natural scent of her left him intoxicated and aching for more of her. His arms wrapped around her waist as soon as he'd closed the door, pulling her body closer to his.
"Bedroom?" he asked, not sure if she'd understand what he wanted or not. He hadn't really intended to follow her inside, all he'd wanted was a kiss and then she'd turned around and he'd found her neck and her scent... She smelled as wonderful as she looked. He had to wonder if she tasted as good as she smelled.
She tried to move away from him, lead him to her bedroom, but he would have none of that. He held her closer, and leaned down, sweeping her legs out from under her. Her arms looped around his neck. "End of the hall."
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She could feel his hands all over her, like they were itching to touch her skin, to feel the softness of her body. One hand kneading her breast through the fabric of her gown, the other moving down her body to massage her thighs. His mouth on a rampage, open-mouthed kisses against her throat and neck. She thought she'd heard him groan when his mouth reached the end of the line... Where the fabric covered her breasts, kept them in check. 'Most of the time.'
But truth be told, she was just as eager as he was and her hands were far from keeping still. She was yanking on the buttons of his shirt, desperate to remove the barriers of clothing between them. But when she'd reached the bottom hem of the long-sleeved shirt, she didn't stop, couldn't stop. She knew he wouldn't give in to her and allow her to remove his clothing, so her fingers made quick work of the button and zipper on his jeans. After she'd done all she could to assist the removal of his garments, her right hand slid up his body, softly and ever-so-slowly caressing the muscles of his chest.
As soon as her hand came into contact with skin, his mouth stopped, his hands didn't move... And her eyes lifted to his. He looked so hungry, so incredibly desperate for her, like he wanted to have her again and again and... Again. She was up for it. His breathing was erratic and irregular, coming in short gasps as her hand trailed up his chest to the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Oh, and what a kiss! Hard and hot and demanding.
She moaned against his mouth, both hands lifting to push his shirt over his shoulders. He moved, then, to a semi-sitting position and she followed, whimpering at the sudden loss of his mouth. He pulled his arms back and pulled the sleeves off, letting the shirt fall wherever it wished. She pushed him over onto his back, crawling up on top of him to straddle his waist.
His hands moved to the back of her neck, pulling her down to him and their lips came crashing together. She nipped at his lower lip, suckling it into her mouth. Tongue, teeth and lips so busy at play, eager to tease and torment. She was so busy being in her own little world with his mouth, that she nearly fell off him when she heard the ringing of a cellphone.
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"Fuck," he groaned, already knowing it was his and who the caller would be. He lifted himself up into a sitting position and Kaye settled herself on his lap. "I have to answer it, Kaye. There's only two people who know the number to my cell. One of them is my daughter and the other is Kagura." He reached into his pocket and grabbed the ringing piece of technology. "And at 12:30 at night, who do you think the caller is?"
She nodded her head, a little miffed, but understanding all the same.
He opened the cellphone on the third ring, snapping at the bitch on the other end, "What do you want?"
"My, my, Sesshomaru, aren't you the feisty one tonight," his ex-wife coo-ed at him.
"What do you want, Kagura?" he asked again, demanding an answer. The woman on his lap had started touching him again, her hands pressed against his chest, fingers kneading the skin. Her tongue licking a slow trail up his neck, flicking over his earlobe.
"Always to the point you are," she purred, "never want to talk to your wife anymore."
When he felt Kaye nibble on his earlobe, his head turned slightly towards her and he growled into the cell, not really sure who it was directed at. "Ex, bitch. Now what the fuck do you want?"
"I need you to watch the girl." Always the girl, never calling her by her name or even referring to her as her own fucking daughter. "Naraku and I need a little alone time." He knew she was grinning on the other end, always loved calling him in the middle of the night to retrieve their daughter so she could have a midnight fuck with her lover.
"I'll be there in an hour, I'm a little busy."
He could hear her laughter and the deep voice of Naraku, urging her to hurry to bed. "Might want to come sooner, Sesshomaru. We're in a hurry tonight." The click of the phone was the last thing he heard, besides the heavy breathing of the woman on his lap.
He tossed the cellphone onto the bed and pushed Kaye onto her back. He bit her neck, only hard enough for her to enjoy it, and she did. Her back arched and her hips ground against his. He whispered into her ear, "I have to go," a little shocked when he heard her whimper her protest. He kissed her lips, fleeting little kisses to soothe and calm her. "I know, I know... But Kagura needs me to watch Rin tonight. I'll play with you later."
Kaye cocked her head to the side, still whimpering, pouting just a little. "Promise?"
He kissed her one last time before removing himself from her bed, picking up the clothing he'd shed and putting the shirt and jacket on again for the third time that night. "Promise." And with that final word spoken, he left her there on her bed and left her apartment. Not even realizing he'd forgotten his cellphone on her bed...
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Did you know, that the sexy little lime right there was originally intended to be Kagome's dream? That's right. But then I thought, 'No. It'd be much more fun to have Kagura call and tell him she needed him to watch Rin because she was going out with Naraku. And of course, she has to rub it in... Because SHE THINKS HE'S ALONE! Fuckin' loser.' And I thought it'd be funny if they were just a tad sexually frustrated. ::shrug:: Everything is against them! Mwahahahahaha... ^.^