InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Pages of My Life ❯ Don't Close Your Eyes ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Thank you everyone for reading! I know the beginning is going a bit slow but I want to set everything up properly for you guys. Thanks again! Hope you enjoy the chapter. Now it's getting exciting!

~Laurell

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:Inuyasha's POV:

By the time I got the downtown I was cursing loud out my open car windows at the traffic. My air condition hadn't worked in months so I got used to driving without it, I'm not what you would call high maintenance so it wasn't a problem. However keeping the windows open the way I spewed offensive language, was starting to become one. Spying a cop up ahead I quickly ducked my head back in the car barely avoiding the tirades of fuck's I would have shouted into his aviators. Guessing he probably wouldn't have found that amusing.

So I gave in and took out my frustrations on death gripping the steering wheel.

“Stay calm Inu…stay calm… God damnit! Who am I kidding if I'm late to work on my first day doing my actual job they're gunna fire me on the spot!-” I ranted to myself, earning several odd stares from the other cares near me.

Finally the light changed and I stopped yelling to focus on cutting people off and getting into the turn lane for my upcoming right.

“Doesn't matter where I go people always drive like assholes in the states,” I muttered to no one in particular, then flashed my ID to the parking attendant, as he let me into the garage. The only spots open still were on the top level, I made a mental note to leave much earlier from now on even though I doubted I'd follow it.

I jumped out of the car and took off running, did a double take back because I forgot to lock my car no one would even want to steal, but knowing my luck would just to fuck with me, then ran headed for the elevators again.

Getting to the bottom floor of the parking garage I sprinted past the cars rushing along side me and ran into the cool building again, instantly feeling better even with my frenzied state just having that air condition first hit me. It was so hot here during the day.

I made my way to the 8th floor and was relieved to see I wasn't late at all. Most of the people from our department (if you could even call it that) we're still snacking on donuts and coffee. Did they ever do work here?

Our `department', and I use the term quite loosely, was actually made of abandoned offices. The 8th floor had recently been cleared out so they put us in the back of it with a couple of desks and said have at it apparently. The views from the windows were nice though, there wasn't a side of this building that wasn't windows I didn't think but it was one of my favorite things about it. I had always loved being up high and looking over the landscapes of wherever I was, and our floor was a great view of downtown.

Being we were so tucked back no one really came to check on us as long as the mail was still running so the hardest person we had to deal with was Willie and he was a piece of cake. I gazed out the window catching my breath for a minute.

“Hey new guy!”

I glared at whoever had broken me from my thoughts but the guy just laughed.

“What are you all out of breath from?”

“I'm not out of breath,” I snapped. “And what's it to you?”

“Oh, ok, never mind then,” he chucked again completely unfazed by my rudeness…it unnerved me to have someone not take the same attitude towards me back. “Well you're starting your pick ups today. I've got the address's all set out for you, only six of them called in this morning, lucky you! Come with me and I'll show you where they are on the map.”

I followed him to the back of one of the cubicle walls where a huge map of the city was laid out. He pointed to each of my destinations and explained the quickest ways to get there without it getting too confusing for me. I paid close attention memorizing the street names and directions, I had a somewhat photographic memory so I didn't think these would be hard to find.

“You have the numbers on the sheet if you get lost, and once you get familiar with the route you'll find short cuts that make it even easier. But for now just take the main roads that way you can't get yourself too turned around.”

“Keh, I have a great sense of direction, I won't get lost.” I replied icily.

“Fine by me if you don't. Just make sure you're back here to drop off the deposits before 11. When you get back take them all to the head teller downstairs, she'll know what to do. Then you can take lunch and start doing mail runs whenever you're done. Oh and here, incase you get really lost and don't want to call the client, this is the mail room's number, you can just ask for me,” He scribbled it into the margin while he talked. “Miroku's my name if you forgot (I had) and I'll be hap-”

“I already told you I won't be getting lost or needing anyone's help, I'll be back before 11.” I took the couple pages of paper out of his hand and left for the elevators again, passing all the empty offices of our floor on the way out.

“Sure isn't very talkative….” Miroku muttered to Willie.

“Good, you do enough talking around here for everyone.”

Miroku gave him a fake pout then laughed it off like he did everything and went to get started on his own work.

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:Kagome's POV:

I couldn't have been more thankful for the couple of hours of sleep I finally managed to get last night. Yesterday had proved, uneventful, thank god. But today the entire place was ringing off the hook. A huge Financial Statement had come through and was ready to be processed, ten copies bound for the manager's and board of directors, and two unbound incase they needed to make copies of their own. All of this of course had to be delivered before 12 and Eri was out running errands. `More like goofing off probably' I thought, somewhat bitter I got stuck with most of the work. Oh well.

I walked out the back door of the mailroom and to the stairs. The building was a two story square with a small set of open stairs that jutted out the back of it. They had a roof to keep out most of the rain but the sides were left open exposing the messy foliage. Clients never saw the back of the building as all of the nice offices and conference tables were on the first floor, so there was no point in cleaning it up too much. I liked it though, I would sneak out here for cigarette breaks if it became to stressful and it was a peaceful part to my usually hectic day.

I headed up the stairs watching my feet carefully not the fall in my heels; I was really clumsy wearing flat shoes so accidents in the heels I wore here with my suits were quite common unfortunately. I was always tripping over something or falling down somewhere it seemed like. The stairs were starting to rust on the edges a bit I noticed.

I stepped into the upstairs offices of our firm; they were not decorated at all and had little to no organization either for that matter. Piles of 10 keys and staplers were stacked up on top of routers and servers on monitors and modems. Everything upstairs blinked or buzzed, usually both, and no matter what you did it always smelled like paper from the huge fax machine/copier which dominated the reception area. I smiled and made some small talk with the lady perched at the front desk then headed to the back corner office of my 38 year old accountant friend David. He was one of the stranger characters in my office and if I needed a place to hide out I usually came to his desk and chit chatted. He was quirky guy but always made me laugh and was the one who had prepared the Financials for me to assembly so I was actually there on real business today.

“Hey Davie,” I cooed.

“Heyhowareyou.” He said as always talking extremely fast for a guy with the same reply's to standard small talk. I mocked him for that the most probably.

“I heard you have a great 30 page Financial for me! Awesome!” I did two mock thumbs up and he smirked.

“Yea it's on the printer in the front; do you know how many copies?”

“Yep cleared it with the big guy before coming up here.” I started to head back for the door.

“Ok, make sure to keep them in order. And get it ou-”

“Come on now, I know I know, delivery by noon, keep all together yea yea...” I waved a hand at him while I walked out not bothering to turn around. We we're casual enough I knew he wouldn't give it a second thought as rude.

I grabbed the printout and hurried through the front door to head for the binding machine and copier downstairs to start processing this. It was already ten so I didn't have a whole hell of a lot of time to spare.

My heels slapped the metal landings as I bounced down them, but suddenly one of my shoes caught on the previous step and I started to topple down the three remaining flights. Instinctively I threw my arm out and managed to grab the railing tight enough to just lose my balance and give me a tight knot in my chest. I paused a moment recovering from the terrifying feeling of almost killing myself once again when I felt something move inside my hand.

I watch horrified as I realized my pages to the financial statement had been falling out of my hands when I reached to grab the railing.

`SHIT!!'

I tried to grab them and managed to get a handful but half of them still escaped my small hands.

“Damnit!” I cursed quietly. Securing the pages in my one hand while I made a mad dash for the others on the floor, dreading to figure how to put them together. And right on cue, when for any normal person's life things would go smoothly now, they would recover, pick them up and everything would be ok again. Mine went to absolute shit.

A huge gust of wind caught between the breezeway and shoved through the back hallway using it like a tunnel, my flowing skirt and hair were both flung forward against me by the unexpected interference. But more importantly, my remaining pages began to scatter heading for the parking lot.

“AH!!!” I threw the pages I had in my hand inside the office door on the floor, what was the point I might as well free up my hands they're already completely out of order, and chased after my remaining pieces of dancing paper.

`Someone out there is getting a real good laugh out of this I bet. God why always me?! Why, why, why…'

I spun around the back corner of the building heading for the parking lot where my pages were continuing to evade me from and didn't bother to notice my surroundings. I had run around this corner countless times to go to the car, or catch a client before they left. But this time, this one time where I was really in a rush….I slammed head on into something hard as a fucking wall…

I ricocheted off whatever it was and slammed back against the pavement first on my butt then the back of my head connected with nothing by sweet lovely concrete on the shallow step above me used to step up the back hallway.

“HEY!! Watc—holy shit! Are you ok?”

What I had assumed to be a blunt object was actually a person…and whoever that person was, had dropped down next to me on the pavement and was hovered above me.

“Um...lady? Hello? ...please don't be dead. Oh god.” I heard him moan and faintly wondered, what does he have to moan about I'm the one most likely bleeding from my skull at the moment. I winced as pain shot through my nerves going up and down my spine then out to every body part I had. Things on me were hurting I didn't realize I had, and all I could do was just lay there gritting my teeth. It felt like the back of my skull was caving in and coming out my forehead.

The guy leaning above me began to move again. “Listen I'm going to grab someone from inside to help and call 911 ok??” he sounded frantic; I think he was really worried he killed me. A distant part of me wondered where the pages were.

I finally opened my eyes still dazed and attempted to stare up into him, was he a client? The architect from the 2nd floor? My pupils weren't focusing right and I knew that to be a bad sign. I was getting very tired and remember my mother always yelling how if you ever got a concussion you couldn't fall asleep or you could go into a coma…or was that a lifetime movie I saw once…you think strange thoughts when your laying on pavement with a head injury, but either way I didn't want to risk it and tried to stop the drowsy feelings overcoming me. I wanted nothing more than to close my eyes and open them to find myself in my desk, this having been a strange day dream.

“Please….,” I whispered faintly. “Don't…leave….tired….” I was trying to explain my thoughts but talking echoed inside my already pounding skull and I winced.

“Shit don't talk! Ok, ok, ok, fuck, fuck, think Inu...”

He talks to himself I thought with some amusement as my lashes helplessly began to shut, I couldn't force myself to keep them open much longer…the pain echoing inside my head proving too much to deal with.

“You! WOMAN! Keep your eyes open, you hear me?!” He started fumbling around like mad, and things really began to get fuzzy. I heard him yelling, and then yelling even louder and I really wished he would just stop and let me die in peace.

Then there were voices, and lots of them. People too, but I couldn't make out their faces. They hovered and circled around but it looked like I was staring through the peep hole of a front door the way they moved and curved. The only thing I could think to relate it to at that time was I felt like I had been drugged…a really bad one.

But after awhile it got quiet again, and I could faintly see the lights through my lashes, bouncing off the pavement as the crowd circled around me. It blurred beyond recognition though soon after, and I was thankful to finally be able to give into closing my eyes seeing as them open wasn't doing me any good now anyway. I gave into the darkness happily letting the pavement suck me down as my body lost all weight and gravity released me.

The last thing I remembered was someone grabbing my hand; his grip was strong yet so gentle at the same time, like he was afraid of crushing me. He tried to pull me back up but it was too late…I smiled then everything went black.

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