InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ To Find That Special Someone ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

To Find That Special Someone Part Two

 

By Inu Hanyou Nikkie

 

 

 

 

Chapter One

 

 

 

Jaken blinked slowly, his sunflower yellow eyes still focused on the scene before him. Never in his life, would he want to be caught in a situation like this. He watched in complete shock as Lord Sesshoumaru drove himself harder and harder into the pliant Rin's pregnant body underneath him, their cries of passion and the sounds of their heated love making resounding in his ears. Jaken did not want to see Sesshoumaru's naked sweat glistening youkai striped ass and back-side nor did he want to see Rin's creamy slender legs wrapped tightly about Sesshoumaru's waist. He most certainly did not want to see Sesshoumaru's rather large cock sinking in and out of Rin's slickened womanhood.

 

`Why couldn't they have locked the door like they usually do?' `It shouldn't be possible for her, a human, to have the stamina?' and `Maybe they don't want breakfast right now.' were a few of the thoughts that ran through Jaken's mind as he remained frozen to the spot. `Sesshoumaru doesn't sense or smell me? Perhaps because he is so focused on his mate.' Jaken finally was able to come to his senses and backed out of the room swiftly with the howls and screams of his Lord and Lady escorting him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Arriving at the studio she parked her convertible, a present from her deceased husband, and locking the car went into the building. Tossing a lock of golden hair over her shoulder she looked around and saw old faces and new faces all with scripts in varying stages of wear and tear. Each with a significant other. One face looked up and smiled then went back to reading the script in their lap.

 

“Mrs. Greene?! You are wanted at studio 6-G for the skit in two hours for dress rehearsal,” A young intern chirped. Mrs. Greene just mentally shook her head, another fresh and naive person who saw the glamour of being on TV as a beautiful dream. All too soon that view will be tarnished and the dream shattered with the harshly cruel truths of reality. She nodded her understanding to the intern and strode off in the direction of studio 6-G.

 

Footsteps coming up behind her told her she wasn't going to going alone. Hopefully it wasn't one of the persistent men who have been bothering her for a date or relationship before she went on her leave of absence. She knew of those men, they only saw her beauty and the fame she represented and they didn't even allow her the mourning period before they swooped in. The person fell into step next to her and from the overpowering stench of very cheap cologne gave away his identity to her. Not that the cologne ever worked his own body fur odor was awful to start with, which was common with his species.

 

“Fancy meeting you here today. I must say I thought you would stay away longer on your leave. . . Then again, trees always did like you. . . Eh? Wocka-Wocka-Wocka!” He joked while flapping his ears and waggling his gaudy tie. She rolled her eyes behind closed lids. `Please someone stop this idiot! I love him dearly but he is the worst comedian to ever walk the planet. Someone please! Stop him before I hit him.' She pleaded in her mind.

 

She had a feeling, building inside her, that today would not be a good day for her and maybe, just maybe, she should have remained at home and did her work via the internet and vid-phone. Hours later and she was right. She had hid it well but she heard all the comments about her deceased husband. About unnatural their union was; about how she wasn't worthy of him or he of her. The ones that thanked all that was holy they couldn't have children because they would be abominations of nature. The ones that claimed her to be a slut who slept with any male to get what she wanted or the bad tasting jokes being made by one certain comedian. If she had to hear just one more Wocka-Wocka-Wocka. . . And then when they served the ham sandwiches! She thought she was going to be sick! It had to be some sort of cruel joke, that someone had forgotten what she was.

 

Over the years, her famous (or infamous) volatile temper had become dampened. She felt lost within herself. She needed an outlet and soon; so when her friend had asked her to go to the new club that had opened up a few months ago she readily accepted. It had Male Erotic dancers that were supposedly (according to the friend) the hottest in town! They both agreed that they would buy their own tickets as knowing the entertainment industry an actress/entertainer can be called for an interviewer or rehearsal at a moments notice. They did agree as well to a rain-check date when both girls were not working.