InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unlayering the Soul ❯ It all goes Kaput ( Chapter 2 )

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Here's the first real chapter

Unlayering the Soul

Chapter 2

It all goes Kaput

Kagome groggily stumbled out of bed to stop monotonous, annoying sounds resonating from the evil alarm clock that had disturbed her tumultuous slumber. Her not quite two-year-old daughter was miraculously still asleep.

It was very unfortunate.

Usually, she would be fed after being woken up on her own, or Manten would feed her after Kagome had left. That was not the case this morning.

Manten had planned on spending the day with his brother and his sister, Souten, who were flying in from Chicago. He did apologize to Kagome, but she could find no reason for it. Without Manten, she would have to pay a lot for day care of even a babysitter.

In fact, she had been amazed he found the time to baby-sit for her so often with his only payment being food when he was in her apartment, and there was the tiny little agreement she had made to be his date to his cousin's wedding in two weeks. She would have gone with him anyway. He was such a sweet man. Manten did not deserve the pain of going alone.

She fed her daughter, bundled up in her sweats, grabbed some toast and was just about to call Manten as she heard his knock on the door.

Kagome hadn't been expecting anyone, and was surprised to find none other than her favorite next door neighbor on the other side.

“Manten? What are you-?”

He saw her confusion and interrupted. “My brother canceled on me. Apparently his work rescheduled his commitments, and he can't bother to see me.”

The dejected look on his face pained Kagome. She felt bad for the injustice and unhappiness he suffered as she walked closer to hug him.

He pulled away from her after a long, welcome hug.

“You have no idea how much I needed that. What are we doing?” He slapped a fake smile off and tried to dismiss her. “You better get going or you'll be late.”

Her concern obviously showed. “Are you sure you're okay?”

“Yes. Go. Seiki and I will be just dandy.” Now his smile seemed a bit more genuine.”

They said their goodbyes as she started downstairs. Her building wasn't anything special, but it was safe and affordable. As he trotted down the stairs she tied her hair up into a bun. She didn't enjoy going in this early, but it did give her the chance to shower when she got there.

Kagome braced herself and zipped up her wind-breaker. She started jogging down the street that cold, dry January morning.

She ran fifteen blocks to the studio in a very slow pace. In the twenty minutes it took to arrive at the studio, her cheeks and lips grew red from the cold.

She continued her trek with the sole thought of a hot shower followed by the scrumptious breakfast she expected to be waiting for her. She had hoped it would be the first thing fate would concede.

It wasn't so kind.

She arrived in her newly acquired office and placed her bag beside her desk. She looked at the mess her old boss left behind and cringed. She would have to come in and clean it up....later. Right now her focus returned to preparing to bathe.

She unzipped and opened her yellow duffle bag and removed a neatly-folded, brown, mid-thigh length skirt, a soft, white cashmere turtle neck, a beige lacy bra, and a set of black panties. She knew she didn't match, but who was gonna know? It's not like she slept with a man since she got pregnant.

She didn't have the time. She worked long hours and wanted to spend time with her not quite two-year-old baby.

She walked into her cubicle of a bathroom with the articles she had selected. She had turned on the water at the highest heat and removed her clothes. She stepped in and screamed the instant the frigid water came into contact with her skin.

She jumped out a wrapped a soft dark-green towel around her body.

Should she venture into the most probably empty hall to get a shower in Miroku's office? Since she knew no one would show up for another hour she decided to.

The hot shower would be worth it. However, one little thing came up she hadn't expected.

Miroku was using his shower...with another woman. As she heard the woman's giggles and Miroku's moans, she tried to leave without a peep. It was difficult. She nearly dropped her towel when the girl started screaming. “Oh...oh...OHHH! MIROKU! Oh god! YES! YES! YEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!”

Kagome's face sufficiently red, she tried the dressing room. In an hour it would start to fill, but now it was perfectly empty which suited her just fine.

The shower was wonderful. She hated feeling grimy and dirty. The only problem was she had left her clothes in her own office down the hall.

As her wet feet hit the carpet. She heard a chuckle behind her.

“Well, look who we have here.” Kagome's movement froze. She could practically feel the eyes belonging to deep, playful voice behind her. She felt as though her towel weren't there, as if she were completely naked.

“I must say, your legs are so much hotter than I remember, but don't tell me you've forgotten how good I am that you could have someone else between your legs?”

That did it! No one said those kinds of things to her. Who the hell was this guy?!

She quickly spun around and glared. She saw his eyes widen in shock. He had the wrong girl, but she would let him off the hook. She sauntered over with controlled, calm strides.

“Listen here buddy,” she said in a reproving, irate voice. “No one, and I mean no one speaks to me the way you just did. First off, you don't know me. Second, I sure as hell don't know you. Third, I'm not so sure with an ego like yours whether you're trying to compensate for something or not. Lastly-” As the mystery man tried to interrupt her, she barked out, “Did I say I was done yet?! I don't think so. So shut your damn mouth. Lastly, even if your tiny penis were as good as you think it is, there is no way I would go anywhere near you! Do you understand me?!”

She turned and left him standing there in bewilderment. Man, was Sesshoumaru gonna hear about this. None of his models had ever spoken to him in that way before. Hiten swore the girl who had just chewed him out, the one he thought was Hitomi, she was going to be fired if he had any say.

Just as he mentally driven the last nail in that angry bitch's coffin, Hitomi, his girlfriend had just walked out of an office door with a man. She was rearranging her designer dress, and he was handling his own neck tie.

Hiten just imagined strangling him with it.

“Did you miss me, Hitomi dear?”

AN-Okay, to anyone who has read any of my stuff before, I have trouble with my computer in making symbols for POV changes. They get lost in translation from when I type to when I upload. I will try to make a continuous block for a little bit, but bear with me as the story goes on. I'm trying.