InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unlayering the Soul ❯ A Single Spark ( Chapter 3 )

AN- My computer is now incompatible with my parents' internet connected computer since they `updated' their windows program. Translation- all the finished chapters I had, including this one, I had to transcribe them from my computer by hand writing out each of them. This took way longer than the simple edit-copy edit-paste I adore so much, but here it is, the long overdue update. Thank you for waiting.

 

By the way, Kagome is in a fixed pairing with Sesshoumaru. Done Deal. I hope you enjoy this special edition by me.

 

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Unlayering the Soul

Chapter 3

A Single Spark

 

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Today totally sucked. Why did the universe have to continually converge against her?! Nothing could possibly get any worse.

 

“Kagome! You've gotta hide me!”

 

Never mind. It just got worse.

 

Her friend and immediate boss, Miroku Houshi, had abruptly barged into her tiny office, subsequently slamming the door shut.

 

After looking up at the sound of his rude and sudden entrance, Kagome drew her attention back down to her schedule for the day before responding to him.

 

Kagome replied in a rather bored, disinterested tone, “Roku, what did you do now?”

 

Miroku had known the girl before him for a few years. It amazed him a girl this young, loving, and responsible could already have a child almost three years old. It broke his heart to see her like this. He found out her first love had left her with such an unfathomable burden to carry on her own. Kagome herself was still barely a child, yet she had to sacrifice her youth to care for her daughter.

 

It really wasn't fair.

 

As he entered, Miroku tried to play down the specific circumstances that brought him into her office this morning. “Well, Lady Kagome, I didn't really-“

 

“And don't tell me you didn't really do anything. I walked in on you and Miss February in the shower,” she cut him off as she glanced at her online inbox. The only message worth mentioning was the notice about the company photos that needed to be shot for the new ID cards. She was scheduled to have her picture taken in half-an-hour. She had better get to the make-up room, which happened to be the location for the stupid shoot.

 

As she mentally went over her schedule for the day, Miroku continued, “You see, that's the problem. She turns out to be the model for the fashion shoot today. Not only that, but she is also the girlfriend of the CEO's pet photographer, the one who does all the major shoots in New York. Hitomi is the girlfriend of one of the most sought after photographers in the city. If he knew I helped design part of the collection he's about to photograph and that I slept with Hitomi, he may not even do the shoot!”

 

“So he'd decide not to do it. Why not get someone else?” she flippantly remarked as she only half listened to the same problem as last week and the week before. He really was quite indifferent with whom he had sex, even if his partners were happily committed. He was going to be in a lot more trouble some day. Then he'd regret these promiscuous acts.

 

Then again, who was she to talk?

 

“Get someone else?! The boss would shave me bald and have his daughter make macaroni art on my poor, naked skull if it would make this guy happy. He's going to be pissed.”

 

Kagome incredulously scoffed at the nervous wreck she once knew as Miroku. She reminded, “Miroku, I saw the two of you in the shower. It didn't look like Miss I'm Anorexic and Live off Diet Coke and Cigarettes was the blushing, deflowered virgin type.” `That's me.”

 

Miroku offendedly rebuffed, “She has never lived off Diet Coke and cigarettes.”

 

Kagome glared at him.

 

“It was Diet Coke and Altoids. Something about cigarettes making teeth yellow. Anyway, she does not withhold meals because of company desire to photograph more natural looking girls and appeal to a wider female market base.” An impish grin spread across the face of the mischievous pervert. “ And by the way, Kagome, I didn't realize you took such...pleasure in viewing such carnal displays.” Obvious amusement laced his voice.

 

Kagome rolled her eyes and crossed her arms as she turned in her swivel chair to face him. “I wasn't. I didn't expect you to be there, and I wanted to take a shower.” She tilted her chin upwards, believing to have dispelled his line of thought.

 

His grin, however, broadened. “You know, you could have joined us.”

 

The chuckle accompanying the absurd statement nearly made her eyes bulge out in indignation.

 

When he looked at her, he knew exactly what he had to do. Run.

 

He did so, and not a moment too soon.

 

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It was early. In fact, it was too earlier for any real work to be done by normal people. However, his staff was making a significant amount of preparations for the upcoming shoot. An especially important one at that.

 

Sesshoumaru's company was about to merge with Iwata Corporations. Hiten Iwata was going to be there in a very important capacity. If Hiten wasn't happy, the whole thing would be shot.

 

It was this thought of Sesshoumaru's that Hiten interrupted with a crisp knock. Joy.

 

He could only pray everything went off without a hitch.

 

“Hiten,” Sesshoumaru `greeted' in an unengaging, glacial demeanor. “Is everything prepared?”

 

“No, I fired Hitomi. I need that other girl to replace her. The one with the great body.”

 

`What? There has been no one else scheduled to arrive as a model. Who is he talking about?' “You are mistaken. There is no one else.” Just then, the phone rang. “Excuse me.”

 

“Don't worry. I know she's here, and I'll find her myself if I have to.”

 

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AN- I know it's short, but I plan to get more by tomorrow.