InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Indi_t's wonderful world of One Shots!!!! ❯ My Dream ( Chapter 1 )

There is no love in what I do. No commitment, no `I love you', none of that fairytale nonsense. Those are just things you here in sappy Disney movies, sorry to break it to you, but I live in the real world, and you do too. People only do things to get ahead in life or to benefit themselves; I don't have time to deal with that romance-bullshit.

 

My reality is to do it for physical satisfaction, NOT for any emotional reasons. I'm not easy or cheap, Mind you, most men couldn't afford me even if they really tried, I just know what I want and I'll try to get what I want, that's just how the world works.

 

 

I don't write the book, I just studied it. As I look around at the upscale penthouse that I am now in, with its royal colors and seducing atmosphere, I feel really out of place. Like the whole room is telling me I don't belong.

Can you say poltergeist??

But it's rather strange that I'm still here, especially this late in the morning. Usually after the act of abrupt sex, I put on my clothes and I'm out the door, but for some reason I'm still here, sipping green tea, in `her' Vera Wang black and gold, silk robe looking thru the window at the busy city below as if this is what a person usually does after a no-strings-attached sex date.

Rather unorthodox isn't it?

I turn my attention from the window to the only source of my presence there. `So he decided to sleep in as well, hm?' This is rather out of character for him. Usually he'll be up, dressed and gone to whatever promotion luncheon or business meeting he be needed at, but I guess we both lost our drive today.

 

I lowered my ruby red eyes and scanned his whole form thru my eyelashes. From his Long, silk, light tresses to his milky skin, to his lean strong form; you can tell he keeps himself up. `He's so metro-sexual; he's one daiquiri away from being gay!' But all in all……he is my dream.

 

Well he's only my dream until he wakes up and we go back to being strangers, for our careers depend on it. Your probably wondering why that is so, well, our fashion companies are the top 2 in the world, so of course they would be at each other's necks, but it's even worse because the owners are bitter rivals since high school. As childish as it is, if word got out about our promiscuous meetings, we would be finished.

Very `Mr. and Mrs. Smith' to say the least

And on top of that he's married. Surprise, Surprise. Well….it's not exactly that simple. He's divorsed but for `image sake' as his company likes to call it, the must appear together. A load of bullshit if you ask me, but hey….what can you do.

 

At this point I not so much as worried about the companies finding out, but more about what will happen if `she' finds out. I mean she hates me more then my own father, and that's saying a lot. If she EVER found out, not only will she tell my boss, but she'll make sure that the whole world knows what a “####” I am. But most importantly, I will be locked up if she ever found out, because knowing her I will have to kill that bitch. That big mouth, ####-sucking, little-


Easy Girl just relax…..

Sometimes I think maybe me and him could move away, maybe to Europe, and start our own business, and maybe start a family. It would be nice. Our lives would be perfect, we would be away from the bitch, all those hawks at our jobs, and even better, we wouldn't have to sneak around anymore.

 

We would be in love, married and make love whenever wherever we feel like it, without worring about some `scandal' that would be my kind of heaven…

Great…..now I'm contradicting myself…..

Damn….for my sake, I better stay in bitch mode. Let me continue with this sneaky web of lies without having personal feelings attached, It's just not worth it. I turn my eyes away from his body back to the window to watch the scenery of the park across the street.

 

 

Couples at the park kissing, hugging, watching children play. How…..Sickening. It's all just too easy. WAY to easy for someone of my status to have. I just need to stay in my dream that he's given me.I hear him turn in his bed, and my heart dropped “just stay asleep,” I whispered, “just a lil longer Mr. Nakajo, let this dream live a little longer.”

“Goodmorning Kagura, can you get me some coffee?”

I close my eyes so I wont have to meet his gaze and I remove myself from the window and walk over to the door. As I walk out and close the door I lean on it, It's time for me to remember that reality is a bitch and the cold truth always stares me in the face

The Dream has ended…..