InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ This Wasn't In The Job Description ❯ Kagome's First Day of Work ( Chapter 2 )

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Kagome's First Day of Work

 

The doors of the train slid open at Jiyugaoka station and Kagome stepped out dragging a brown suitcase on wheels and carrying a big yellow backpack on her shoulders. This time, she looked for a taxi. Her mother had taken pity on her and fronted the cab fare. She walked to the curb and a taxi pulled up. The driver got out and opened the trunk, and she gratefully gave him the bulky items to be placed there. Breathing a sigh of relief, she got in the back seat and gave the driver the address for InuYasha's house.

 

As she sat back and looked out the window, Kagome reflected on her mother's reaction when she told her she would be living with InuYasha six days a week.

 

“I don't know if I like the idea of you living in a rock star's house,” Mrs. Higurashi had said. “Are you going to be some sort of live-in servant?”

 

“Don't worry Mom,” Kagome had responded. “The house is huge and I'm willing to do it for what he is paying.”

 

“Well, I hope you know what you are doing,” her mother had replied. “These rock star types have a shady life style, you know.”

 

Kagome had rolled her eyes at her mother in exasperation.

 

“InuYasha likes his privacy. I'm sure he'll leave me alone unless he needs me to work for him,” Kagome had said. “Besides, I can handle it. I'm not a little girl anymore, you know.”

 

“I'm sure you think you can,” her mother had answered, “but if you feel the slightest bit threatened by him, you better just come home and forget the job.”

 

“Okay,” Kagome had said. “But I'm sure it won't come to that.”

 

`Okay,' she thought, `if I could say all those things to my mother so confidently, then why am I feeling all jittery now?'

 

As she watched the pretty town go by outside the car window, she tried to calm her feeling of unease. Everything would be fine. Whatever happened she could handle it. It couldn't be that bad, even if InuYasha was a bit strange and mysterious. That was to be expected of him after all - she knew that when she applied for the job. But ruefully, she reflected that knowing was one thing, and actually meeting him was another.

 

The taxi pulled up in front of the fortress-type house. Kagome paid the fare and the driver removed her suitcase and backpack from the trunk. As the cab drove away, Kagome rang the buzzer and waited.

 

“May I help you?” an elderly woman's voice answered.

 

“Ah, I'm Kagome Higurashi,” Kagome said hesitantly. “I'm his new personal assistant.”

 

“Yes, Miss,” the woman said. “We have been expecting you.”

 

The gate creaked open and Kagome bent down to take the handle of her suitcase. The door to the house opened as she walked down the path, and an old woman wearing an apron, her steel-gray hair back in a bun and a black patch on one eye, waited for her there.

 

“I am the housekeeper,” the old woman said with a bow, as Kagome came in the door. “You may call me Kaede, Miss.”

 

“Please, call me Kagome,” Kagome replied, bowing in return.

 

“Miss Kagome, please follow me and I will show you your rooms,” Kaede said, leading her into the house.

 

They walked by InuYasha's office. There was no sign of the rock star being there. Kagome was forced to drag her suitcase up a flight of stairs. Kaede had taken her backpack for her, so she wouldn't have such a hard time of it. They slowly made their way up the stairs, and Kagome looked at the pictures on the wall as they climbed. There were glamour shots of InuYasha and his band. Some of the pictures were taken at concerts, with InuYasha in front, belting into the microphone, a snarl on his face. Others showed him leaping high in the air in front of the stage. Kagome wondered if they used wires to make it look like he was leaping so high. Strange, she did not see any wires. Wow, the marvels of modern technology never ceased to amaze!

 

Finally, they got to the landing and took a left turn, and Kagome's arms began to ache as they walked down the hall. Kaede stopped in front of a room and waited for Kagome to catch up. When she got there, the old housekeeper opened the door.

 

“This suite of rooms is yours,” Kaede said. “You will find the contracts and some travel expense money on the desk. Please sign the contracts and take one of them to the address you will find with it. InuYasha has already signed. When you get to Miroku Mushin's office, give it to him and he will give you an errand to do for InuYasha.”

 

Kagome walked into the room. It was a bedroom with an attached sitting room and bathroom. It was sparsely but comfortably furnished, and done in a mauve and gold color scheme. Walking over to the desk, she let go of her suitcase and Kaede put her backpack next to it. Kagome found a pen next to the contracts and picked them up to read first. The privacy clauses took up two pages, but Sango had told her about them at the first interview, so they were not a total surprise. She signed the bottom of the last page, under InuYasha's signature on both copies, and put one of the copies in the large envelope provided. Then she picked up the address and the money. She would be going back to Tokyo to see Miroku. Kagome sighed at all the traveling, but she knew she would be doing a lot of that in this job.

 

“Before you leave, there are a few house rules I must inform you of,” Kaede said. “Please follow me.”

 

Kagome put the money and directions in her purse, grabbed the envelope and followed the housekeeper out of the room.

 

“The right wing of the house is InuYasha's personal quarters, and off limits to you unless he expressly asks you to attend him there,” Kaede said. “The same goes for the basement, where he has his music studio.”

 

Kagome looked down the long hall to the other side of the house and nodded.

 

“The kitchen is downstairs and you are welcome to go there anytime,” Kaede said. “I will show you where it is now.”

 

They went down the stairs, and back the way they had come, right past InuYasha's office and made a right. The kitchen was quite large, the appliances all in stainless steel with a large center island and a table and chairs off to one side.

 

“I keep the kitchen well stocked with food,” Kaede said. “I shop for special things InuYasha likes, and the basics are delivered twice a week.”

 

“Thank you,” Kagome said. “I appreciate your help.”

 

Kaede smiled kindly.

 

“Please come to me whenever you have any questions or need anything special while you are living here,” Kaede said. “InuYasha doesn't like to be bothered with these details, but I will be here to help you.”

 

“Do you live here too?” Kagome asked.

 

“No, I leave every day after dinner,” Kaede said, “and I return every morning for breakfast. I cook, as well as clean this house.”

 

“You clean this big house all by yourself?” Kagome asked in wonder.

 

“I have help, but InuYasha doesn't like a lot of people around all the time,” Kaede answered.

 

“I know,” Kagome said with a smile. “InuYasha values his privacy.”

 

“Exactly,” Kaede said, a look of approval in her eyes.

 

“I'll be on my way then,” Kagome said, and then she thought of something. “Do I get a key to get back in the house?”

 

“I will give you the security codes,” Kaede said. “We don't use keys for the gate and front door.”

 

Kaede got a pad and pen and wrote them down for her, and Kagome thanked her again and then said good-bye.

 

When she got back out on the sidewalk, she wished she did not have to walk back to the train station. Ruefully, she wished he had changed into her sneakers before she left. These heels were beginning to hurt her feet. Kagome shook her head, and taking a deep breath, trekked back to the station.

 

Kagome got off the train at Tokyo station and headed into Marunouchi, looking for the address on the piece of paper. Was this the same Miroku InuYasha had talked to when she went on her interview? Well, he probably was. Vaguely, she remembered how InuYasha had talked to him, and began to feel a little nervous. Miroku was his agent and handled all his contracts. But the things InuYasha had called Miroku when he talked to him gave her pause.

 

When she got to the building, she smoothed down her hair and straightened her suit, pulling her skirt down around her thighs.

 

`So, here I go,' she thought, quelling her nervousness, and entered the building.

 

Miroku's office was on the fourth floor. Kagome got on the elevator with a couple of other women, who were chatting enthusiastically with one another and giggling occasionally. Kagome stayed quietly off to the side, and excused herself as she passed them to get off when the elevator stopped at her floor.

 

When she walked into the office, there was a secretary sitting at the reception desk. Kagome walked up to the desk and smiled shyly. The woman looked up at her questioningly.

 

“My name is Kagome Higurashi,” Kagome said. “I'm here to see Miroku Mushin.”

 

“Oh, yes, I was told you would be coming by,” said the secretary, and pressed an intercom button.

 

“Kagome Higurashi is here to see you,” she said.

 

“Send her in,” a pleasant male voice responded.

 

The secretary smiled and stood up. Then she walked over and opened the door to the office behind her.

 

“Thank you, Yumi,” Miroku said. “Please come in Kagome.”

 

Kagome walked into the office and the secretary closed the door behind her. Miroku reclined in a brown, leather executive chair behind a large mahogany desk. Behind him was a large window with a view of the street below. He was a handsome man with a mischievous look in his eyes. As Kagome looked at him he raked her with an appraising look, making her feel rather uncomfortable. Then he smiled, a twinkle to his eyes, and stood up.

 

“A pleasure to meet you, Kagome,” Miroku said, extending his hand.

 

“It's nice to meet you as well,” Kagome said, flushing a little at his lascivious look, and extended the contract towards him.

 

Miroku looked startled a moment, then took the proffered envelope, letting his hand caress hers.

 

“Where is the fucker!” they heard a loud male growl in the other room.

 

Suddenly, the door burst open and InuYasha stormed in the office. He was momentarily startled to see Kagome there, and her eyes went wide as she looked at him. His white T-shirt had a fine patina of dark reddish pinpricks on it, and his fingers had more of the dried, red-brown substance on them. InuYasha noticed where she was looking, and raised his hands to his face.

 

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, looking at his fingers, and ran into the bathroom, the door slamming hard behind him, and they heard the water in the sink running.

 

Kagome had jumped, startled at the slam of the door, and her heart beat fast and loud in her ears.

 

Miroku frowned at the closed door.

 

“You're such a rude shit, you know that, InuYasha?” Miroku called, then turned and looked at Kagome apologetically.

 

“Ignore him,” he said with a depreciating smile. “He's always like this.”

 

Kagome gulped and nodded once, giving a tremulous smile. Miroku came around the side of the desk to her. He put a hand on her back and smiled again, steering her towards the door.

 

“Um, this is not the best time to talk,” he said. “You are to go see Sango at her office now. You've been there before, right?”

 

“Yes, thank you,” Kagome said quietly, but belied the sound of her voice by looking steadily into his face.

 

“That's a good girl,” Miroku said. “I look forward to getting to know you better.”

 

As Kagome stepped towards the door, Miroku's hand slipped down her back and lightly caressed her ass. With a surprised indrawn breath, Kagome quickly moved away and out the door. The secretary looked up at her wryly as she passed by.

 

“The lech was at it again, wasn't he?” the secretary said. “Don't mind him - he does that to all attractive woman he meets when he can get away with it, but he really is a good guy.”

 

“Uh, thank you,” Kagome said, as she closed the office door behind her.

 

Kagome let out a big sigh when she got out of the office. So now she knew why InuYasha had talked that way to Miroku on the phone. It wasn't just in jest - Miroku really was a pervert. She shook her head and laughed softly as she went to the elevator. Just great, her mother would be giving her a real earful if she had seen the scene Kagome had just left. It seemed this would be an interesting job, indeed. But what was wrong with InuYasha? Something about the way he had acted and the mysterious substance on his hands and clothes sent a shiver through her. Could it have been…blood?

 

Sango Shimigawa worked in the Nihonbashi area of Tokyo. Kagome got on the train again for two stops and disembarked at her destination. She had liked Sango, and looked forward to seeing her again. When she got to her office on the second floor of the office building, Sango was waiting for her.

 

“Hello Kagome,” she said with a smile. “Miroku phoned me and let me know you were on your way here.”

 

“Good to see you again, Sango,” Kagome said with obvious sincerity.

 

Sango was a pretty woman, a few years older than herself, with long dark hair swept back in a neat ponytail. She gestured for Kagome to have a seat in front of her desk, and sat down behind it.

 

“This file of press releases was too bulky to fax,” said Sango, putting her hand on a large file on her desk. “You are to take them to InuYasha for him to look at and give his approval…or disapproval depending on his mood.”

 

“Sango, can I ask you something?” Kagome said hesitantly.

 

“What is it?” Sango said, her eyes suddenly becoming serious and penetrating.

 

“Is InuYasha…um, alright?” Kagome said.

 

Sango gave a quick smile, her gaze remaining the same as she regarded Kagome.

 

“Hey, he's a crazy rock star, right?” Sango said. “And his privacy is of utmost importance to him.”

 

Sango and Kagome regarded each other silently for a moment, while Sango gave enough time for her words to sink in.

 

“Whatever you see, whatever you suspect, you must keep to yourself,” Sango said. “InuYasha is really a good person, although he may give another impression. If he lets you, you will learn that in time.”

 

“Well, that's good to hear,” Kagome said, letting her feeling of relief reach her voice.

 

Sango stopped smiling and looked at her seriously again.

 

“Just remember,” she said, “don't speak to anybody about what you may see or hear while you are employed by him. And if you know what's good for you, you won't say a thing if your employment is terminated for any reason.”

 

“Yes, that was in the contract,” Kagome said.

 

Sango nodded. “It was, but I just want to reinforce to you that this is of the utmost importance.”

 

“I understand,” Kagome said, raising her chin and smiling bravely.

 

“Good!” said Sango, and stood up, picking up the heavy file. “Take this back to InuYasha, and if you have anything further to do today, he will let you know.”

 

Sango handed her the file, and Kagome bowed and headed for the door.

 

`What a strange day I've had,' thought Kagome as she headed for the train, `and this is just the beginning. Looks like this might be a very interesting job.'