InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ If You Are Not The One ❯ Another Devastated Soul ( Chapter 4 )

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IF YOU ARE NOT THE ONE

Chapter Four: Another Devastated Soul

A man dressed in an expensive and glamorous opaque suit with a blood-red tie, walked into a mirror-wall elevator. He pressed the silver button with the number fifty-five on it and waited for the damn slow ass piece of shit to move. The automatic doors shut instantly and the small room-like box started moving upward. This was his private elevator and no low-class employees of his could have the satisfaction of riding in it. Well except himself, his best friends the lowlife scum Houshi Miroku the damn monk and perhaps Sango that is.

He tossed aside his long silver hair with one of his manly hands while the other was holding a black leather briefcase from its golden handle. He then looked at his golden wristwatch, which by the way matched his golden orbs, and stared at the time. His patience was running thin and the goddamn elevator was slower than usual. “Piece of fucking worthless junk,” He muttered under his breath.

Putting his hand in his right pocket, he subconsciously looked for an item of his. He took out his car keys and put them back in search for something else instead. He continued looking until he took out a small container with tiny mints and carefully placed one into his mouth, he inhaled and exhaled feeling the fresh icy cold air enter and exit his mouth. Eventually after much swearing and mouthing out rude words to himself, the elevator doors opened, releasing him out. He walked out of the elevator slowly taking his time and found himself onto the fifty-five level of his father's building.

“Good morning Mr. Takahashi. Can I get you anything?” The woman who happened to be his secretary asked him politely from her desk as she turned her attention to him from the computer in front of her. She had a golden name tag that was pinned into her clothing; it had the name Yura written on it in fancy letters. Yura wore a woman's black business suit and had black hair that was elegantly put into a neatly-made bun.

“Yeah, get lost you fucking psycho bitch.” He said rudely while sucking his teeth like he always sourly did every single morning as he walked by holding his briefcase. She simply ignored him and promptly got back to work. This was a typical morning for Yura who also had a frown carved upon her face. Although realizing that usually he would say something along the lines of drop dead you lowlife bitch, but surprisingly not today. Yep, it was an everyday routine she had gotten quite fond of.

I guess he got tired of repeating that over and over, what a dickhead... She placed aside her thoughts and tried concentrating on her work. Soon enough forgetting the permanent bitterness she no longer could get ride of.

He entered his office as the foggy-appearing glass doors in back of him shut automatically, and he walked towards his large mahogany wooden desk that had his laptop waiting on it and his usual hot cup of cappuccino. His office had red carpeting and the most amazing view any soul who was lucky enough to walk into his Italian designed office would ever have a chance of admiring. But of course, he never had enough time to admire absolutely anything. He sat on his leather armchair and started typing some information down on is new and latest laptop right away.

All of a sudden his cell phone rang out loud with a ring tone he never got tired of hearing.

“What the hell do you want monk, and make it fast. I'm extremely busy today. That fucking so-called-brother of mine decided to catch the next flight to the states before even telling me he would leave me with all the goddamn work for a whole week!” He roared at his best friend, taking his anger on him like always.

“It's not fair Houshi, why couldn't I go instead of him; our company over there is much more pleasantly easy to handle compare to this chaotically messed up hellhole. Besides, knowing Sesshomaru, he`ll take some extra days off just to make my living-nightmare-of-a-pathetic-life more miserable from far away…oh he's good, he's really good. Bastard can't help me out meanwhile I'm here stuck with nothing more than work he`s too lazy to handle himself! I would have gladly gone and come back in the half time it takes him to return!”

“Right Yash...let it all out buddy. It's good to take it all that out of your system…feel any better bigshot?”

“Just a little...” He breathed in and out after whining like a little kid. “Now just get it over with and tell me what the hell you want, I'm not in the mood to deal with you or anyone else for that matter...”

“Ouch, someone's grumpy today. Hell when are you not!? But was that a really necessary way of greeting your best friend?” The person who spoke from the other line said out loud and laughed when he heard his friend snort.

“Okay Miroku enough with the bullshit, since you always seem to be the first to test my fucking patience, I'm going to be nice to you by asking you only once more time. Now listen clearly because I'm not sure if your little peanut sized brain will be able to comprehend it all at a time...what the fucking hell do you want!?” he raised his voice a little.

“To talk to you Inuyasha and as always to drive you insane, nothing out of the ordinary,” Miroku told him calmly.

Inuyasha sucked his teeth angrily and muttered, “You don't have to try to do that.”

“I'm glad you think so, now listen, Sango wants me to ask you for a favor.” Inuyasha snorted at the comment that his friend had made.

“Then why the fuck doesn't she come over and ask me herself?” He asked heatedly.

“Whatever, just to let you know, I'll just stop by your office real quick and tell you what she wants.” And immediately Miroku hanged up on him just like that. Inuyasha shut his phone too and sat back, relaxing on his comfortable chair, waiting for the arrival of his friend. One…two…and three, he counted in his mind.

And just then his office line rang and he picked it up on the second ring. “Mr. Takahashi, your personal assistant and accountant Mr. Houshi is here to see you.” He heard Yura's bitter voice over the receiver.

“Let that pathetic bastard in,” Inuyasha demanded her. “Alright sir,” she responded back and hanged up quickly. The doors to his office opened, granting Miroku access to his friend's office. Miroku a tall and handsome man with dark blue eyes and hair tied in a low ponytail walked in and sat in another leather chair from the two that were located right in front of Inuyasha`s desk.

“Make this quick or next time make an appointment, I don't have enough time to waste talking to you.” Inuyasha said and then took a sip of his untouched cappuccino, acting as if they had never had a conversation over the phone just seconds ago.

“Since when do I need an appointment to see you Yash?”

Inuyasha took another sip of his cappuccino before giving him a killing death glare. “You see Miroku; I didn't exactly hire my best friend as my personal assistant and accountant so that he can insult me all he wants. As a matter of fact, I only hired him to do fucking math for me and be there when I fucking need him.”

“Alright my apologies sir. Now, Sango finally found a new roommate and she couldn't make it to work today. She also asked me to ask you if you would kindly show this new girl around town.” He stated.

“Keh, why the fuck don't you do it monk? After all, you are probably the biggest womanizer who worked in this building.” he asked with a pretty sour face.

“Way too busy dedicating my life to your stupid company and besides you have two days off, starting the day after tomorrow.” Miroku reminded him while trying his best to convince him. Inuyasha did not respond, for what he had said was true. He had the next two days off, but showing the city to some fucking new bitch wasn't exactly on his agenda.

“Oh come one Inu, did I tell you I heard she's fucking beautiful?”

“Miroku, you think any bitch walking on the streets nowadays is fucking beautiful.” Inuyasha said annoyed.

“Alright then, let's say she's nice looking. Will that convince you? I mean shit, when was the last time I called just any bitch decent looking?” He asked his friend making a point.

“Yesterday, when you were flirting with that new secretary and Sango saw you and ran away at the verge of tears.” For a moment there, Miroku looked a bit guilty but that didn't stop him from insisting on getting what he wanted.

“Inuyasha, don't forget Sango looked after your adorable baby cousin Shippo last week, and remember you were the one who had to do it and not her. It was your responsibility in the first place. Don't forget you owe her for that, and what better way to make it up to help her but with this itsy bitsy little favor among good old friends, huh?”

“Hey I wanted to pay her but like always she refused to take any money from me.” Inuyasha argued back.

“But it's not always about the money; it's to prove what kind of friend you really are. Remember that your guilty conscience can't hold it in much longer; I am warning you that eventually you will crack and you will come crawling back at me for advice when you'll be face to face with an angry Sango.” Miroku kept pushing excuses on him.

“Miroku that's your guilty conscience you retard. Besides, I have nothing to fell goddamn guilty of...” His last couple of words had been gravely whispered.

“Yeah, well that's what you think because—”

“ALRIGHT I'LL DO IT! Just stop bothering so fucking much Miro.” Inuyasha roared. “I have work to do…” He told him as he turned back to typing meanwhile ignoring his friend.

“Awesome, I'll call Sango right away to let her know. Oh and before I forget, she told me to tell you that we'll all meet at Club Toxic tomorrow night at eight o'clock sharp so don't forget.” Miroku said before standing up and fixing his tie.

Inuyaha's attention was drawn back to Miroku once again. “I already don't want to meet the bitch, so why the hell would I want to meet her at a club for huh? I'm fucking starting to think this is all just another setup Miroku. I'm not agreeing into going in another blind date you hear me? I'm fucking sick and tired of it.” He sighed irritated as he finished.

“Well it's not Inu, so you don't have to worry about us fixing you up with another woman. Man you've chased so many away that we've practically lost all hope whatsoever on trying ever again.” Miroku said as he smirked suspiciously and Inuyasha scratched his chin for a moment, deep in thought. Why couldn't they just leave him alone and not waste their time setting him up?

“Alright Inuyasha let me put it this way; you've been mopping around ever since what happened to Kikyou. Where did the old times disappear to? When was the last time you, Takahashi Inuyasha the greatest bachelor of all Tokyo and not to mention son of the richest man of all Asia, have gone clubbing with your best friends? You need to leave this depression once and for all, you need to move on. With each passing day without Kikyou, you seem bitterer than the day before.”

“And what exactly in the seven hells are you trying to say Miroku?” Inuyasha asked as he reacted when he heard Kikyou's name.

“All I'm saying is that you are pathetic Yash, you've been using work as a pitiful excuse. I mean, you come to work early in the morning with the most pissed off face ever, not to emanation on a very bitchy mood; don't you think that it bothers me? Don't you think it affects all the ones surrounding you, the ones that care deeply about you? Don't take this the wrong way, but it damn right fucking does!” Miroku barked almost spitting in Inuyasha's face as he leaned into the desk. There was a pregnant pause between the two as they stared into each other's eyes.

Inuyasha studied his face for a minute or two and knew he wasn't lying; he sighed once and for all, shaking his head back and fourth in defeat. “Alright Miroku, I'll do it…I'll see you guys tomorrow night…just like good old times.” Inuyasha finally gave in not really wanting to do so but he had no other alternative.

“Yes Inuyasha, exactly like good old times.” Miroku repeated and then exited Inuyasha's office immediately knowing he had finally gotten through to him.

"Keh, stupid bozo and crazy Sango..." Inuyasha sat there on his desk thinking about what Miroku had just said to him. Out of nowhere he stood up and then walked to the nearest wall clenching his knuckles slowly and ever so tightly; he unexpectedly pounded his fist against it, and he repeated the action slammed one fist into the wall again as if almost waiting for the wall to punch him back.

It was true; everything he had just said about him was true. Work was the only thing that kept his mind off of her. But deep down, he knew it was all Naraku's fault that Kikyou no longer walked on the face of this earth. For over two years the police and the best detectives searched, but never once found enough evidence that would lead them to the killer of his dead wife. The fucking asshole who killed her had managed to make the perfect murder, no trace of evidence, no nothing. All those worthless detectives Sesshomaru had hired hadn't done a single shit to prove who was guilty of her murder. They all said the same thing; that she committed suicide.

Inuyasha had never forgotten that day when he had found her lifeless body laying on the floor of their bathroom. He was at work when she had called him and told him that she was pregnant. And immediately he had ran from work to go home and celebrate the wonderful news. They had been trying forever to have a child and just when they were about to give up, it happened.

Kikyou, Inuyasha's adored wife, was finally pregnant with his first offspring and probably only heir to the family empire. But unfortunately, as soon as he arrived home, she was in the bathroom floor bathing in a puddle of her own blood. Inuyasha knew that his wife would never commit suicide, she was the kindest and most honest person he had ever met and she would never end up killing herself or the innocent life inside her womb.

It just never seemed right in his eyes, it was something he believed her to be incapable of doing. Someone had killed his beloved wife along with his first unborn baby. She had been only two week pregnant, and she had barely even known she was pregnant till she started feeling nauseous. And then she had gone to the doctor for an appointment and the results had just arrived home that day when she had called him at his office to tell him the good news.

But the thought that her killer was still out there somewhere loose, made his blood boil with anger. Although Sesshomaru had insisted to let the detectives to do their investigations, Inuyasha never needed any fucking detectives in the first place to figure out who had killed Kikyou. He already knew it had all had been Naraku's doing, he was the one guilty and the one who would pay for taking Inuyasha's only meaning in life away from him.

Masatoshi Naraku had always been fucking jealous of him; the bastard could never even once watch Inuyasha have something better than him. Unfortunately they had gone to the same high school together and never had Naraku stood aside and let Inuyasha have anything worth more than his. Naraku was secretly in love with Inuyasha's wife since he first laid eyes in her, back in the tenth grade.

Naraku was the bastard son of Onigumo, who also happened to be a very well known entrepreneur and one of the few richest men of all Japan. Onigumo had the second most important exportation companies in all Japan and most of Asia, and currently worked side by side with his only son. But the Takahashi Productions Inc.; was in fact a highly and far more successful for many years then and still is. For it is far more superior in foreign countries than all others in Japan. Inuyasha's and Sesshomaru's father perished three years ago, a year before Kikyou's death, leaving his successful company to be inherited by his two sons.

Inuyasha sighed putting aside all his frustration. He found himself misunderstood by his own best friends. Sometimes Inuyasha wondered if he had made a big mistake by ever letting Kikyou stay home alone that day, he always blamed himself for not arriving home when she needed him the most; he had always blamed himself for not protecting her from the likes of Naraku. That day was the day they would've celebrate with champagne on the beach with nothing else than the stars looking upon them, a happy occasion that never came true.

Occasionally he wondered why the hell he was still here in earth; he felt he had no real purpose to continue living for. But then again he did not possess the ability to know why the grass was green or why there was human life on earth. Nor would he ever be able to remove all the pain overwhelming inside his chest magically from one day to another. Ever since, his heart had remained incomplete, not fulfilled, and an absolutely empty shell that contained grief and hatred. Was there any purpose to why he was still alive perhaps? That unfortunately, he did not know, nor was he aware of the pain he caused his friends whenever they saw him devastated.

Again he punched the wall as hard as he possibly could for the third time in a long while. Inuyasha leaned his head forward against the hard surface with his eyeballs cemented to his eyelids. “Shit,” he said out loud and sighed heavily. He couldn't even remember the last time he had been able to smile freely like everyone else, without a care in the world.

His knuckles were literally red and his hands ached from all the pain that had just recently developed. But Inuyasha could not feel the physical pain that he so obtained; instead he could only feel his emotional pain. Ever since he had lost her, he had lost a big part himself that he would never be able to fulfill.I wish that I could believe that you'll come back to me Kikyou. I need you with me, I'm not the fucking same without you. He thought hopelessly.

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Miroku sat in his office trying his best to concentrate with all the work he had to do. He scratched his head trying hard to forget what he had told Sango over the phone yesterday night. If Inuyasha were to find out what they were up to then he would probably never talk to him again or perhaps not until he needed a buddy to get insanely drunk with like every Friday night as accustomed.

He had promised to never mention Kikyou's name after what happened two years ago and there he was yelling to Inuyasha, his boss, about his dead wife. He knew Inuyasha would never get him fired for saying what he had in mind but he had promised to at least never to touch that subject whenever Inuyasha was around.

Dammit all to hell! Miroku couldn't just stand back and let his best friend suffer any longer; he had to do something about it. He had to help him; it hurt him to see the poor bastard let depression and all his frustration slowly and painfully eat him alive from the inside out. Miroku placed down some important papers he had tried to examine but his troubled mind got the best of him and he could not finish the pile of papers he had in top of his desk. He slowly drifted back to his conversation with Sango.

Maybe there would be a chance that the crazy plan of yours may work Sango, for Inu's sake. He thought as a flicker of hope enlightened him.

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Kagome woke up early next morning being the early morning bird in her family. She decided to take a hot steamy shower to begin her day, and afterwards walked into the kitchen to see if she could make some coffee. She didn't know why but she had a solemn smile imprinted upside down, she wanted so badly to belive that things would fall into place from here on out. After all she had gone through in the last couple days, the grieving distress was already starting to catch up to her and nothing at this moment could possibly lighten her day; not even finding an excellent home with a pretty nice roommate.

She sighed.

Still tired, caffeine was the only friend she presently knew that would keep her from fallen asleep at the moment, hey eyes hard to keep open so instead she blinked the weariness away a few times. Kagome grabbed a mug from a cabinet and searched everywhere till she found the instant coffee bottle. She loved making coffee and she was quite good at it too. She filled up her mug with water and she put it in the microwave to heat it up, as soon as it was done she took it out and put in all her ingredients.

Grabbed her mug with both hands, Kagome sat on the couch to drink her special coffee brew like she was used to back at home every weekend when she was off from work. She felt bad for letting her feelings out the way she did yesterday during dinner, “good morning Sakura.” Sango sleepily greeted her as she emerged from the corridor. Honestly, Kagome didn't mind because she still wasn't used to the whole Yoshida Sakura thing, she had to admit thought it was clever and now all she had to do was to avoid trouble.

Sango yawned as she walked in on her pajamas and flopped down on the couch next to Kagome. “What are you doing up so early in the morning?” She asked as she stretched her arms in the air.

“Couldn't sleep much last night, do you want some coffee?” Kagome offered her as she took a sip of the heated substance in the mug and gave her a warm smile.

“Sure, so you didn't have such a good night sleep huh?”

Kagome nodded and walked back into the kitchen to prepare some coffee for Sango who was sitting on her couch who looked back at Kagome, waiting for her to answer her question. “Nope, sorry but I just couldn`t, I guess I've been having a lot in my mind lately…Listen I just wanted to apologize for acting the way I did yesterday, I didn't mean to act the way I did. I—”

“No, you don't need to apologize for anything. It's okay to show weakness once in a while I know you needed someone to talk to and I understand completely, just incase you need someone to talk to again then you know I'm here to listen to you. I know it's not easy to remember things that you aren't used to doing.” She assured loudly from the living room.

“Thanks and I will,” Kagome told her smiling to herself as she put two teaspoons of sugar in Sango's cup of coffee and stirred it up carefully. She was glad to know she had someone to depend on when it came to her uncontrollable emotions that sometimes can't help but get the best of her.

“No problem. So have you thought of what job to look for? I work in an important building as one of the technicians but I'm positive I can get you a job anywhere you want. As a matter of fact there is a small kindergarten school that needs helpers, I'm sure I can get you something there.” Sango guarantied as she watched Kagome in the Kitchen from where she sat.

Kagome nodded, “Actually that would be a good idea; I adore little kids.”

Sango nodded and kept examining Kagome for a while. There was just something about her that reminded her of someone else. After examining Kagome some more…it finally hit Sango right in the face. “Come to think about it...You look a lot like a person I once knew. She was very pretty like you and she had the same type of hair and eyes. I'm telling you, you guys look so much a like that you could probably pass on as sisters.” It was true, Kagome did look a lot like a person Sango once knew, and the similarity was somewhat incredible.

Damn, how come I didn't notice it before? She wondered as Kagome came back into the living room and handed her a cup she was holding on her right hand. Sango grabbed it and thanked her as she too drank it up.

“I do huh? Well a lot of people say I look a lot like that new pop singer that just came out…What was her name…Ayumi, Yumi…something along those lines I think.”

“Yeah I think you do too, but I'm telling you, you look a lot like this one person I knew. Your physical features are very alike hers.” Sango told her.

“Yeah? Was she some friend or close relative of yours?” Kagome couldn't help but ask.

“Not exactly, she was a very close friend of a dear friend of mine that I want you to meet tomorrow night. Miroku insisted on coming too, he really wants to meet my new roommate. And I was kind of hoping that we could all go out clubbing at the best and hardest club to get into. Besides, it'll be fun. I promise you'll enjoy yourself.”

Kagome tried forcing a smile thankfully at her new friend. Perhaps I do need to get out and have some fun. She thought as she eyed Sango and sipped the rest of her coffee.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA AND CO. I REPEAT THEY DO NOT BELONG TO ME WHATSOEVER, ONLY TO THE VERY TALENTED MISS RUMIKO TAKAHASHI.