InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Her Love was Wont to Hate Her ❯ Meeting Her ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Kaitiiro 
They meet again.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Hentai / / Action / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.25.2006 | Updated On: 07.25.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 852 | Visits: 286 | Status: Completed
They meet again.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Hentai / / Action / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.25.2006 | Updated On: 07.25.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 852 | Visits: 286 | Status: Completed
Chapter 2: Meeting Her
He, for once, didn’t sigh. Although he was hard put not to. She had found her way to his dressing room, how convenient. She was looking at him intently, once again in the face. “What are you doing here?”, he asked. She seemed shocked at the coldness in his voice. He wanted to smirk, but pushed the feeling down. “I... I wanted to know what was wrong with you?”, her question surprised him. He quirked and eyebrow. She sighed before continuing. Finally someone else sighs, besides me, he thought. “You seemed distant; you weren’t as into the dance as you should be... you should have at least made it less obvious that you were planning it all and not really dancing from the heart. You were mechanical and werent...well, umm... never mind, I was just worried”, she stammered. Clearly uncomfortable with the silence that was her answer, she fidgeted silently with her fingers. How he hated her, she just had to know it was not an interest. She just had to know what every one else, doesn’t know.
There was she, the woman he could not stand, standing before him and irritating him more by silence than by talking. How irking her presence was. Can it get any better than this; really, he didn’t care to know. “Sesshoumaru Dariko... Dariko Sesshoumaru... Hello earth to Sesshoumaru-sama?”, Really the girl was too annoying for her own good. “What is it,” he asked annoyed. He looked at her his impassive facade in place. So annoying it was that she didn’t shrink away in fright just like the others. “I was wondering if you would answer my question.”, her voice sounded annoyed. Why would she be annoyed? How dare she be annoyed? He was the irked one here. “I, Dariko Sesshoumaru refuse to answer any previous question that came out of your mouth”, he replied. Not realizing that he just dug himself deeper, and gave her leeway for more questions. She looked to be positively fuming, then she suddenly calmed and a smile was on her face... he knew he was in trouble then, because she was smiling.
“Fine, you insufferable dolt, just because you are famous, beautiful, the role model you think you can treat people this way”, actually yes he did and he wished the woman would understand he didn‘t care what she thought,“... jerk... I don’t know why I was worried about you...”, He thought back to the first couple of things that she said and smirked, he decided he would play on her modesty, how would she react... hopefully in an amusing way. “Beautiful, eh?”
He was right, it was amusing. She riveled that of a tomatoe at the moment, or was it an apple. She was spuddering... then once coming up with enough air to breath she said, albeit a little incoherent, “I.. I...sa..said other things too, you... you prick”, He sighed, it wasn’t funny any more, pity, he was just beginning to enjoy his day. It was all her fault... how he hated her!
“How can you be so annoying and so...something at the same time”, he glared at her. How dare... How can she say that about him. Provided it wasn’t so bad... but him... him.... I mean come on annoying. “Woman, Can you please just leave my dressing room?”, He saw her sigh then turn around before leaving the threshold. “ You mean will I please just leave your dressing room”, How dare she correct him. “No I mean can you, I question your ability to move, seeing as you are still standing in my dressing room”, she gave a very impressive growl before leaving.
He woke up, the next morning. Going through the motions mechanically, his morning ritual. Get coffee mug, pour coffee, Go out to get mail, go back to table with mail in hand, pick up coffee, read headline title...
Champion Higurashi is back for the dance... He dropped his coffee mug, skimming the paper...
Can Dariko handle it... will he win back his title...
He cursed as he belatedly realize that broken shards of glass were on the floor, as well as scawling hot coffee... It was of course all her fault... how he hated her...
Sighing he began picking up the shards of porcelain while drying the coffee up.
Did he mention how peachy his life was... well just incase you didn’t get it the first time, his life was just so wonderful, so colorful, just so peachy keen. He just didn’t know, it was going to get better... Much better.
He, for once, didn’t sigh. Although he was hard put not to. She had found her way to his dressing room, how convenient. She was looking at him intently, once again in the face. “What are you doing here?”, he asked. She seemed shocked at the coldness in his voice. He wanted to smirk, but pushed the feeling down. “I... I wanted to know what was wrong with you?”, her question surprised him. He quirked and eyebrow. She sighed before continuing. Finally someone else sighs, besides me, he thought. “You seemed distant; you weren’t as into the dance as you should be... you should have at least made it less obvious that you were planning it all and not really dancing from the heart. You were mechanical and werent...well, umm... never mind, I was just worried”, she stammered. Clearly uncomfortable with the silence that was her answer, she fidgeted silently with her fingers. How he hated her, she just had to know it was not an interest. She just had to know what every one else, doesn’t know.
There was she, the woman he could not stand, standing before him and irritating him more by silence than by talking. How irking her presence was. Can it get any better than this; really, he didn’t care to know. “Sesshoumaru Dariko... Dariko Sesshoumaru... Hello earth to Sesshoumaru-sama?”, Really the girl was too annoying for her own good. “What is it,” he asked annoyed. He looked at her his impassive facade in place. So annoying it was that she didn’t shrink away in fright just like the others. “I was wondering if you would answer my question.”, her voice sounded annoyed. Why would she be annoyed? How dare she be annoyed? He was the irked one here. “I, Dariko Sesshoumaru refuse to answer any previous question that came out of your mouth”, he replied. Not realizing that he just dug himself deeper, and gave her leeway for more questions. She looked to be positively fuming, then she suddenly calmed and a smile was on her face... he knew he was in trouble then, because she was smiling.
“Fine, you insufferable dolt, just because you are famous, beautiful, the role model you think you can treat people this way”, actually yes he did and he wished the woman would understand he didn‘t care what she thought,“... jerk... I don’t know why I was worried about you...”, He thought back to the first couple of things that she said and smirked, he decided he would play on her modesty, how would she react... hopefully in an amusing way. “Beautiful, eh?”
He was right, it was amusing. She riveled that of a tomatoe at the moment, or was it an apple. She was spuddering... then once coming up with enough air to breath she said, albeit a little incoherent, “I.. I...sa..said other things too, you... you prick”, He sighed, it wasn’t funny any more, pity, he was just beginning to enjoy his day. It was all her fault... how he hated her!
“How can you be so annoying and so...something at the same time”, he glared at her. How dare... How can she say that about him. Provided it wasn’t so bad... but him... him.... I mean come on annoying. “Woman, Can you please just leave my dressing room?”, He saw her sigh then turn around before leaving the threshold. “ You mean will I please just leave your dressing room”, How dare she correct him. “No I mean can you, I question your ability to move, seeing as you are still standing in my dressing room”, she gave a very impressive growl before leaving.
He woke up, the next morning. Going through the motions mechanically, his morning ritual. Get coffee mug, pour coffee, Go out to get mail, go back to table with mail in hand, pick up coffee, read headline title...
Champion Higurashi is back for the dance... He dropped his coffee mug, skimming the paper...
Can Dariko handle it... will he win back his title...
He cursed as he belatedly realize that broken shards of glass were on the floor, as well as scawling hot coffee... It was of course all her fault... how he hated her...
Sighing he began picking up the shards of porcelain while drying the coffee up.
Did he mention how peachy his life was... well just incase you didn’t get it the first time, his life was just so wonderful, so colorful, just so peachy keen. He just didn’t know, it was going to get better... Much better.