InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Himitsu ❯ Secret Intentions ( Chapter 9 )

Title: Secret Intentions

Author: aimee_blue

Rating: T

Prompt: Second Thoughts (oneshot#39)

Genre: Humour/Romance

Wordcount: 1,076

Warnings: None

Summary: Continues from my crazy drabble Secret Hideout. Kagome's icy indifference entices an adverse reaction from Sesshoumaru.

Sesshoumaru frowned at Kagome slyly over the top of the latest in a long line of manuscripts. It had never been his ideal job; working as a reader in a publishing house, but the opportunity it presented to taunt his favourite toy was simply too tempting to withstand.

He was still ridiculously rich, even if he wasn't earning much money. His mother had left him everything in her will; to spite his father no doubt. And it sat in one of his many bank accounts gathering bewildering amounts of interest and making him more money. If that wasn't enough, he still had his trust fund from his father and the money he made from the several businesses he owned.

He was content to work in a publishing house, as a reader, if only to torment one Kagome Higurashi. Even Bankotsu's new, profoundly annoying, presence couldn't deter him from tormenting her.

Ever since he had met her, aged seven in the park, he had delighted in tormenting the small human. Her reactions were simply uproarious and her angry glare was riotous. She was around as fierce as a guinea pig.

But her anger and frustration were pleasing to him. He took pleasure in the way her eyes would blaze with blue fire, her hands clench into fists at her side and her chest would heave as she drew in shaky rage-filled breaths.

He loved how her normally childlike innocence morphed into a beautiful rage.

She was fascinating.

But right now she was actually quite forbidding. She was reading manuscripts with a brutal ferocity that was actually quite intimidating. She hadn't been playing the game as well as usual since the incident with him kissing her leg and he had been bitterly disappointed.

Sure, she'd thrown her stiletto at him but after that there was nothing more from her. She had simply been treating him to frosty stares that were frankly eerie, and he was Sesshoumaru; lord of icy glares.

He was having second thoughts about his little stunt - maybe she had an aversion to having her thighs kissed? Her indifference towards him was annoying and he had no idea how to get her angry at him again.

He had even secured the revealing motorbike picture to her computer monitor before she had gotten into the office, but she had merely put it in the recycling bin and carried on with her life.

It was irritating.

Crumpling the first page of the crappy manuscript he crushed it into a ball and threw it at her. It was an accurate shot, though it traversed the entire five metre length of the room, and it glanced off her head before knocking over her stack of papers and rolling off the desk into her wastepaper basket.

She tensed, reordered her papers, and tossed her hair without once looking at him.

He growled. It was no fun if she didn't play along!

Standing abruptly; his chair slid away and hit into the wall behind him. He knew she could tell he was moving but she made no movement other than to tense in anticipation.

Stalking over to her he stopped to lean over her desk and stare down at her.

She tried to ignore him for at least a full minute before she snapped and looked up at him, anger clouding her blue eyes.

“Can I help you Sesshoumaru-san?” she asked in a pointedly polite tone.

Through the window into their manager's office Kagome could just about make out Bankotsu in her peripheral vision. He was watching them with a smirk curving his painted mouth; like they were some kind of bad day-time television show designed purely for his entertainment.

“I was just wondering, Kagome-chan, my brother has a bit of a penchant for motorbikes and, seeing those revealing photos of you,” he deliberately flaunted a photograph of her lying reclined across the motorbike. Internally, Kagome growled; how many copies of the godforsaken thing did he have? “I was wondering whether you had a recommendation for a bike I might purchase for him.” His voice was sugary sweet and the office was near silent as everyone tried to listen in on their conversation.

Deliberately slowly Kagome twisted her smooth black hair into an elegant twist on the back of her head and secured it with some hair pins. She glanced at him and shrugged. “I was under the impression you and Inuyasha didn't really get along, after all, he did dye your hair green in high school.”

A snigger ran through the office and Sesshoumaru frowned at her.

“We've put our past differences behind us.” He spoke slowly, determined not to lose.

“I see, strange how Inuyasha told me, just last night, that you are refusing to go to his wedding because, and I quote, `it is not worth the time and effort'.” Kagome frowned and tapped a pen on her chin. “It didn't really sound like you had moved on, Sesshoumaru-san.”

He smiled sadistically. “If you wanted me to attend the wedding, all you had to do was ask Kagome-chan.” He leaned over the table to whisper in her ear “Now I'll be there and I can guarantee I will make it as unpleasant for you as it could possibly be. I do hope you're not bringing a date.”

She gulped; Hojo was going to melt under the oppressive presence of Sesshoumaru. At this rate she was going to end up dying a virgin!

“I guess I'll see you there then.” She bit out, glowering at the latest manuscript in her never decreasing pile.

“I look forward to it.” He smirked and departed.

She allowed her head to drop forward as she head butted the surface of her desk. “Great”

“You'll be fine” Bankotsu reassured her.

She raised an eyebrow at the man who had appeared from nowhere. “How'd you figure that?”

“He's just a puppy. His bark is worse than his bite.”

She rolled her eyes “You haven't had to live with him torturing you for most of your life.”

He smirked and dropped another seventeen manuscripts on the table “Deal with it.” he instructed in his frostiest voice.

“His personality changes so fast I'm getting whiplash.” She informed Jakotsu with a shake of her head.

“I still love him.” Jakotsu sighed dreamily.

“You're crazy.” she told him.

“Yeah, but you're the one who invited Sesshoumaru to a wedding.” he snorted “You're the crazy one.”

She couldn't have agreed more.