InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Drama of an Online World ❯ Chapter 24
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: NovaDemoness 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.20.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 386 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.20.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 386 | Status: Completed
Okay, this chapter is a lot longer than it was before. Why? Because the shortness of it really annoyed me. It mostly consisted of my ranting and I'm not very happy with that. So... What did I do? I decided I would incorporate D&D into my story. Why? Because D&D fucking rules and lots of people don't really know what goes on with it... So... I've come up with something for something and I'm just... Yeah. Whatever.
Chapter 24: Oh How I Loathe You
****************
It was pretty, well-designed... But it wasn't perfect. Not even close. The design was still too soft, too feminine and perky. As perky as navy blues and silvers could go, at least. The lines were smooth and calm, just like everything else in the design. The plant choice was a leafy fern, which only furthered the femininity of the design.
Most definitely needed to be changed. It wouldn't do to have her boss unsatisfied with her work. It would jeopardize her reputation as one of the top designers in the city, country even. And it could jeopardize the reputation of Full Circle. Not good at all.
She still hadn't even started working on the logo for the company, hadn't even come across any decent inspiration. She'd originally thought about something like from The Ring. A dark center circle with the bright outer edges. But that'd be cheap; second rate design for a first class business. So that was a no-go.
Kagome flipped through the recent designs; most just short of what she wanted but lacking the final piece of... Well she didn't know what it was, but they were missing it. That secret part of him that he refused to share with anyone.
But how could she really know what that was if he was always hiding it?
****************
"Rin will live with me, Kagura. You relinquished your hold over her when you brought that... Thing into the equasion." He was practically snarling into the telephone, disgusted more and more by his ex than ever before. "I won't have him destroying my little girl."
"It was always Rin with you, Sesshomaru." She said their daughter's name like her very existence was a curse on the world around her. And to her, it probably was. "Playing with the brat and never spending any time with your wife."
He almost laughed there. "And I wonder why."
"What the Hell is that supposed to mean?" she spat at him, her temper just as worked up as his.
"Oh, I think you know," he said. "You were always out of the country on... Business."
"Yes, 'business.' Can you blame me when you were all I had to come home to?!" She was screaming at him and he had to hold the phone away from his ear until she finished.
"You had Rin, bitch! She was just as much yours as she is mine!"
He could feel her glaring at him even through the phone. "She was never mine."
"Then you'll have no trouble packing her things and informing her she's moving in with me," he told her as calmly as he could manage.
"I think not, Sesshomaru."
"Guess what. You don't have a choice, Kagura."
****************
After the drama with his ex-wife, things in the office took a turn for the worst. His secretary was called and informed of serious problems and setbacks in one of the galleries across the country, he'd have to send Jaken to make sure the problems were dealt with accordingly. And the office was in chaos. InuYasha's wife had chosen to make her appearance to take him out for lunch... And he hadn't been around. She thought the worst and was continuing to make a scene.
It was not pleasant.
He'd have to leave early to pick Rin up from school and drive her home so she could pick up her things. He wanted her living with him as soon as possible, which meant he really needed to find a sitter of some sort. But that could be taken of in a matter of hours.
Kaye had not shown up yet again. He hadn't any right to expect her to as she was more than capable of working from home... But he missed her annoying presence. It was difficult without her around even if she was a nuissance. But he had her home phone number if he really needed to hear her voice.
And that would be a really good idea if he weren't so busy.
****************
It still wasn't good enough! None of them were good enough! They would never be fucking good enough!
She took one deep breath, exhaled, and then took another. Kagome was a very stressed woman. The designs for the building were in no hurry to be completed; she had a little over a month to finish them. But the company logo - which had been non-existent before her - needed to be finished by Thursday. That gave her three days.
She was having a difficult time finding inspiration, and at the pace she was taking with the designs, she'd be lucky if she ever finished them.
****************
She was being interrupted. Again. By the same person. Again. The phone wouldn't stop ringing... Just kind of kept going. A ring here, a ring there, just a few seconds apart and driving her up the wall. She'd answered it the first time, but when the noise on the other end had become too much, she'd hung up.
She was fairly positive that if she picked up the phone again, the same thing would happen.
She was actually tempted to pick it up and say, "Goodbye." Imediately proceeded by a hanging up of her telephone. Again. But despite probably all of her better judgement... Kagome picked up the phone, giving a tentative, "Hello?"
"... Kaye?"
Her eyes widened as she recognized the voice. Mr. Zetsumei. 'Okay, maybe I'm not being interrupted by the same person... ' She was nodding her head, and she almost slapped her forehead when she realized he couldn't see her. "Yeah, it's Kaye."
"Oh. I was... Why aren't you here?" came the pretending-to-be-annoyed voice of her boss.
"Am I supposed to be... There?" she asked, quite sure that his version of 'here' was the office. Where she really didn't have to be as it stated quite nicely in the contract he'd drawn up. Unless she wanted to, she didn't have to make an appearance. Very nifty.
There was a little pause before he answered, "Well... No... It's just that... The office feels empty without the annoyance that is your presence."
She hung up.
****************
He laughed when he heard the click of the phone; her antics really were too amusing. He really could just call her back... But he'd had his fill. No need to upset her further and have her ruin the designs of his building and logo... That could be catastrophic. As many times as she'd reassured him she hated pink... For all he knew she could simply be pink closet-addict.
The logo could be a neon pink full moon and the building could be just... Awful. Pink walls, painted pink plants and windows tinted to match.
He shuddered and decided it'd be a good idea if he didn't call back.
****************
When the phone rang for the third time in approximately thirty minutes, she was a little worried. Instead of picking up the phone in her bedroom, the one that oh-so-conveniently was lacking in caller ID, she raced to the kitchen to pick up the cordless.
She waited for the next ring before pressing 'Talk' and holding the phone to her ear. "Heya Sango."
"Did Miroku call you?"
'What, no time to say hello?' she thought, trying not to burst into laughter. "Yes he did. Why?"
She heard the sigh and waited for the rant. "He was supposed to call you and ask if you wanted to play D&D on Friday... Did he even ask?"
"There was so much noise on the other end I just hung up," she explained. "He didn't get that far."
"Oh... Do you want to?"
"Who's DMing?" If it was Miroku... She refused. Perverts equal not cool. Sango wasn't bad, and since you couldn't really count on InuYasha to be around anymore, there weren't too many participants. Some newbies, but they were a little inexperienced.
Sango sounded very excited when she said, "Shippo."
"Yes!" Shippo was the greatest DM she'd ever experienced. Quite literally. The last quest they'd done had involved the bloodiest massacre she'd ever participated in. If she'd drawn a picture, her character would have been covered in blood, dripping all over the ground. It was absolutely fantastic!
"Okay, Friday at nine. Make sure you remember."
"Of course. Do you know what we're doing?" Couldn't blame a girl for being curious.
"It's a secret," the voice of Shippo himself whispered in his spookiest voice before cackling maliciously.
****************
There. It's longer. Much better. Gawd.
Chapter 24: Oh How I Loathe You
****************
It was pretty, well-designed... But it wasn't perfect. Not even close. The design was still too soft, too feminine and perky. As perky as navy blues and silvers could go, at least. The lines were smooth and calm, just like everything else in the design. The plant choice was a leafy fern, which only furthered the femininity of the design.
Most definitely needed to be changed. It wouldn't do to have her boss unsatisfied with her work. It would jeopardize her reputation as one of the top designers in the city, country even. And it could jeopardize the reputation of Full Circle. Not good at all.
She still hadn't even started working on the logo for the company, hadn't even come across any decent inspiration. She'd originally thought about something like from The Ring. A dark center circle with the bright outer edges. But that'd be cheap; second rate design for a first class business. So that was a no-go.
Kagome flipped through the recent designs; most just short of what she wanted but lacking the final piece of... Well she didn't know what it was, but they were missing it. That secret part of him that he refused to share with anyone.
But how could she really know what that was if he was always hiding it?
****************
"Rin will live with me, Kagura. You relinquished your hold over her when you brought that... Thing into the equasion." He was practically snarling into the telephone, disgusted more and more by his ex than ever before. "I won't have him destroying my little girl."
"It was always Rin with you, Sesshomaru." She said their daughter's name like her very existence was a curse on the world around her. And to her, it probably was. "Playing with the brat and never spending any time with your wife."
He almost laughed there. "And I wonder why."
"What the Hell is that supposed to mean?" she spat at him, her temper just as worked up as his.
"Oh, I think you know," he said. "You were always out of the country on... Business."
"Yes, 'business.' Can you blame me when you were all I had to come home to?!" She was screaming at him and he had to hold the phone away from his ear until she finished.
"You had Rin, bitch! She was just as much yours as she is mine!"
He could feel her glaring at him even through the phone. "She was never mine."
"Then you'll have no trouble packing her things and informing her she's moving in with me," he told her as calmly as he could manage.
"I think not, Sesshomaru."
"Guess what. You don't have a choice, Kagura."
****************
After the drama with his ex-wife, things in the office took a turn for the worst. His secretary was called and informed of serious problems and setbacks in one of the galleries across the country, he'd have to send Jaken to make sure the problems were dealt with accordingly. And the office was in chaos. InuYasha's wife had chosen to make her appearance to take him out for lunch... And he hadn't been around. She thought the worst and was continuing to make a scene.
It was not pleasant.
He'd have to leave early to pick Rin up from school and drive her home so she could pick up her things. He wanted her living with him as soon as possible, which meant he really needed to find a sitter of some sort. But that could be taken of in a matter of hours.
Kaye had not shown up yet again. He hadn't any right to expect her to as she was more than capable of working from home... But he missed her annoying presence. It was difficult without her around even if she was a nuissance. But he had her home phone number if he really needed to hear her voice.
And that would be a really good idea if he weren't so busy.
****************
It still wasn't good enough! None of them were good enough! They would never be fucking good enough!
She took one deep breath, exhaled, and then took another. Kagome was a very stressed woman. The designs for the building were in no hurry to be completed; she had a little over a month to finish them. But the company logo - which had been non-existent before her - needed to be finished by Thursday. That gave her three days.
She was having a difficult time finding inspiration, and at the pace she was taking with the designs, she'd be lucky if she ever finished them.
****************
She was being interrupted. Again. By the same person. Again. The phone wouldn't stop ringing... Just kind of kept going. A ring here, a ring there, just a few seconds apart and driving her up the wall. She'd answered it the first time, but when the noise on the other end had become too much, she'd hung up.
She was fairly positive that if she picked up the phone again, the same thing would happen.
She was actually tempted to pick it up and say, "Goodbye." Imediately proceeded by a hanging up of her telephone. Again. But despite probably all of her better judgement... Kagome picked up the phone, giving a tentative, "Hello?"
"... Kaye?"
Her eyes widened as she recognized the voice. Mr. Zetsumei. 'Okay, maybe I'm not being interrupted by the same person... ' She was nodding her head, and she almost slapped her forehead when she realized he couldn't see her. "Yeah, it's Kaye."
"Oh. I was... Why aren't you here?" came the pretending-to-be-annoyed voice of her boss.
"Am I supposed to be... There?" she asked, quite sure that his version of 'here' was the office. Where she really didn't have to be as it stated quite nicely in the contract he'd drawn up. Unless she wanted to, she didn't have to make an appearance. Very nifty.
There was a little pause before he answered, "Well... No... It's just that... The office feels empty without the annoyance that is your presence."
She hung up.
****************
He laughed when he heard the click of the phone; her antics really were too amusing. He really could just call her back... But he'd had his fill. No need to upset her further and have her ruin the designs of his building and logo... That could be catastrophic. As many times as she'd reassured him she hated pink... For all he knew she could simply be pink closet-addict.
The logo could be a neon pink full moon and the building could be just... Awful. Pink walls, painted pink plants and windows tinted to match.
He shuddered and decided it'd be a good idea if he didn't call back.
****************
When the phone rang for the third time in approximately thirty minutes, she was a little worried. Instead of picking up the phone in her bedroom, the one that oh-so-conveniently was lacking in caller ID, she raced to the kitchen to pick up the cordless.
She waited for the next ring before pressing 'Talk' and holding the phone to her ear. "Heya Sango."
"Did Miroku call you?"
'What, no time to say hello?' she thought, trying not to burst into laughter. "Yes he did. Why?"
She heard the sigh and waited for the rant. "He was supposed to call you and ask if you wanted to play D&D on Friday... Did he even ask?"
"There was so much noise on the other end I just hung up," she explained. "He didn't get that far."
"Oh... Do you want to?"
"Who's DMing?" If it was Miroku... She refused. Perverts equal not cool. Sango wasn't bad, and since you couldn't really count on InuYasha to be around anymore, there weren't too many participants. Some newbies, but they were a little inexperienced.
Sango sounded very excited when she said, "Shippo."
"Yes!" Shippo was the greatest DM she'd ever experienced. Quite literally. The last quest they'd done had involved the bloodiest massacre she'd ever participated in. If she'd drawn a picture, her character would have been covered in blood, dripping all over the ground. It was absolutely fantastic!
"Okay, Friday at nine. Make sure you remember."
"Of course. Do you know what we're doing?" Couldn't blame a girl for being curious.
"It's a secret," the voice of Shippo himself whispered in his spookiest voice before cackling maliciously.
****************
There. It's longer. Much better. Gawd.