InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Escape Velocity ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: theatrechick0920 
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Romance / Martial Arts | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.28.2006 | Updated On: 07.29.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 710 | Status: Work In Progress
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Romance / Martial Arts | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.28.2006 | Updated On: 07.29.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 710 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters in the story. Any original characters are mine and i love them dearly.
She moved her hips wildly keeping the rhythm of the music, letting her body just go free. She donned a black tanktop and brown cargo pants which clung to her hips. Not exactly the right dancing attire but it worked in the confines of her own apartment. The song ended and Kagome laughed. She had been dancing fiercly for the past 15 songs. The exertion leaving her body sweaty, how she loved it. Her father hated her dancing, but she was addicted.
Everyday after school all he had let her do was train. By the time she was 10, she'd had a black sash in Wushu and a brown belt in Shotokan Karate. She could use a range of weapons and speak fluent french, japanese, english, german and Italian. But that's what she go for being a mafia princess.
Being 19 and now balancing helping the "family business" and college it was all she could do to relieve stress. Her best friend Sango, an art major at NYU while Kagome was stuck being an engineering/ business major. snore.
Kagome allowed the music to continue playing as she walked to the kitchem, grabbing a bottle of water and sitting down at her small table over ridden with books. She kept telling her dad to lay off the jobs so she could study, but he protested by saying she was the best and he needed her, which wasn't exactly a lie.
Tonight she had had to take care of some fat man who had been muddling a big deal of some sort with one of the family protectees, Takahashi Industries or something. It was her brother's job to handle the legistics. It didn't matter except that he was now out of the way and she was left with mounds of homework to trudge through.
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Sesshomaru sat in his silent office contemplating a contract to buy another realestate company. His father had befun the business tycoon legend of Takahashi, Sesshomaru was stuck upholding it. He rubbed his eyes, willing himself to wake up. He growled at his own hands in annoyance and frustration, demons didn't get tired. Granted her had barely slept 9 hours in the past week, but it didn't mean her of all people had to be tired so early.
A knock from the door brought him back to reality.
"Come in." his stoic mask slipped into place as Souta Higurashi slipped silently into the room. Sesshomaru studied the 17 year old warily, hoping he at least had some good news.
"Ryokoto Corps has been turned to you." Souta stepped forward and handed Sesshomaru a manila file. " The contract is all in order. Bank funds transfered, staff moved, signatures aquired. Congratulations Mr. Takahashi, you now own half the gaming business." Sesshomaru didn't miss the mocking smile that played upon Souta's lips, two could play at that.
"I suppose I owe your dear sister a bonus?" Souta frowned. Sesshomaru wasn't supposed to know Kagome had secured the.. er deal. He kept still as the 24 year old wrote out a large summed check. Souta took it and quickly left.
Sesshomaru sighed when Souta shut the door. He enjoyed messing with the kid's mind. Of course he hadn't known Kagome had been working until Souta hadn't said anything. He wasn't surprised though, he had heard she was still the top asassin in her family. He rubbed his forehead wondering what the hell he needed Ryokoto corps for, he had only wanted Ryokotsei and his company out of the way, not in his possesion. Maybe he would give Ryokoto corps to his half brother for christmas. He had always liked games. Sesshomaru locked the file in his desk and turned back to the computer. "Fuck it" he murmered. He saved the document and shut the computer down, grabbing his brief case and keys he left the office.
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"Meow." Buyo meewled in Kagome's ear startling her awake. Lifting her head she looked at the report that had served as her pillow. It was wrinkled. 'Damn'. Kagome scratched her cat lightly as she stood up and glanced at the clock. 3:37. crap. The assignment was due in about 7 hours and she still had to print the spread sheets.
"Yellow" by Coldplay drifted lightly through her stereo. She walked towards the kitchen to grab a mountain dew, glancing out the window into the moonlight night. She sighed, she would need the caffine at this rate. Sitting back at the table she opened her laptop and connected it to a printer.
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He had pulled up to his condo at around 11. Walking into the dojo he shed his shirt, tie and pants, yanking on a pair of sweats he had avaliable on the walls. Facing the mirrors he began to throw steady punches and kicks, watching his movements to detect any imperfection. Rin came in behind him and pressed play on his stereo. She was his 16 year old cousin but was more of a sister, living with him since his Aunt and Uncle had died in a plane crash. Shaking her head at the older man she left the room. To a keen human he would seem fine but to a demoness who had lived with him for 7 years, she knew better. She had noticed his slight lack in energy. He needed sleep, he needed something to relieve his stress, hell he needed someone to do both with, he needed a girlfriend.
Rin sighed pulling what hair she could into a short pony, a gew dark strands that were not willing to submit framed her face. He would never take a girlfriend, this one was too small, that one was too whiny, one too whoreish, one too nice, a billion too submissive, it never worked out. She entered her room and climbed into bed. Pulling the covers to her chest, she listened to Sugarcult from Sesshomaru's gym and fell asleep.
She moved her hips wildly keeping the rhythm of the music, letting her body just go free. She donned a black tanktop and brown cargo pants which clung to her hips. Not exactly the right dancing attire but it worked in the confines of her own apartment. The song ended and Kagome laughed. She had been dancing fiercly for the past 15 songs. The exertion leaving her body sweaty, how she loved it. Her father hated her dancing, but she was addicted.
Everyday after school all he had let her do was train. By the time she was 10, she'd had a black sash in Wushu and a brown belt in Shotokan Karate. She could use a range of weapons and speak fluent french, japanese, english, german and Italian. But that's what she go for being a mafia princess.
Being 19 and now balancing helping the "family business" and college it was all she could do to relieve stress. Her best friend Sango, an art major at NYU while Kagome was stuck being an engineering/ business major. snore.
Kagome allowed the music to continue playing as she walked to the kitchem, grabbing a bottle of water and sitting down at her small table over ridden with books. She kept telling her dad to lay off the jobs so she could study, but he protested by saying she was the best and he needed her, which wasn't exactly a lie.
Tonight she had had to take care of some fat man who had been muddling a big deal of some sort with one of the family protectees, Takahashi Industries or something. It was her brother's job to handle the legistics. It didn't matter except that he was now out of the way and she was left with mounds of homework to trudge through.
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Sesshomaru sat in his silent office contemplating a contract to buy another realestate company. His father had befun the business tycoon legend of Takahashi, Sesshomaru was stuck upholding it. He rubbed his eyes, willing himself to wake up. He growled at his own hands in annoyance and frustration, demons didn't get tired. Granted her had barely slept 9 hours in the past week, but it didn't mean her of all people had to be tired so early.
A knock from the door brought him back to reality.
"Come in." his stoic mask slipped into place as Souta Higurashi slipped silently into the room. Sesshomaru studied the 17 year old warily, hoping he at least had some good news.
"Ryokoto Corps has been turned to you." Souta stepped forward and handed Sesshomaru a manila file. " The contract is all in order. Bank funds transfered, staff moved, signatures aquired. Congratulations Mr. Takahashi, you now own half the gaming business." Sesshomaru didn't miss the mocking smile that played upon Souta's lips, two could play at that.
"I suppose I owe your dear sister a bonus?" Souta frowned. Sesshomaru wasn't supposed to know Kagome had secured the.. er deal. He kept still as the 24 year old wrote out a large summed check. Souta took it and quickly left.
Sesshomaru sighed when Souta shut the door. He enjoyed messing with the kid's mind. Of course he hadn't known Kagome had been working until Souta hadn't said anything. He wasn't surprised though, he had heard she was still the top asassin in her family. He rubbed his forehead wondering what the hell he needed Ryokoto corps for, he had only wanted Ryokotsei and his company out of the way, not in his possesion. Maybe he would give Ryokoto corps to his half brother for christmas. He had always liked games. Sesshomaru locked the file in his desk and turned back to the computer. "Fuck it" he murmered. He saved the document and shut the computer down, grabbing his brief case and keys he left the office.
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"Meow." Buyo meewled in Kagome's ear startling her awake. Lifting her head she looked at the report that had served as her pillow. It was wrinkled. 'Damn'. Kagome scratched her cat lightly as she stood up and glanced at the clock. 3:37. crap. The assignment was due in about 7 hours and she still had to print the spread sheets.
"Yellow" by Coldplay drifted lightly through her stereo. She walked towards the kitchen to grab a mountain dew, glancing out the window into the moonlight night. She sighed, she would need the caffine at this rate. Sitting back at the table she opened her laptop and connected it to a printer.
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He had pulled up to his condo at around 11. Walking into the dojo he shed his shirt, tie and pants, yanking on a pair of sweats he had avaliable on the walls. Facing the mirrors he began to throw steady punches and kicks, watching his movements to detect any imperfection. Rin came in behind him and pressed play on his stereo. She was his 16 year old cousin but was more of a sister, living with him since his Aunt and Uncle had died in a plane crash. Shaking her head at the older man she left the room. To a keen human he would seem fine but to a demoness who had lived with him for 7 years, she knew better. She had noticed his slight lack in energy. He needed sleep, he needed something to relieve his stress, hell he needed someone to do both with, he needed a girlfriend.
Rin sighed pulling what hair she could into a short pony, a gew dark strands that were not willing to submit framed her face. He would never take a girlfriend, this one was too small, that one was too whiny, one too whoreish, one too nice, a billion too submissive, it never worked out. She entered her room and climbed into bed. Pulling the covers to her chest, she listened to Sugarcult from Sesshomaru's gym and fell asleep.