InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unlayering the Soul ❯ Half-Hearted Confessions and Half-Filled Chapters ( Chapter 8 )
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By: Minerva519 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.19.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 976 | Visits: 505 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.19.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 976 | Visits: 505 | Status: Completed
suck. Sorry for such a lengthy break, but I really needed it. I just started college, and I had a major fight with my father. I really hope you aren’t too mad. My creative juices have been running dry with this Environmental Design class I’m in. I basically design and build stuff.
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Unlayeri ng the Soul
Chapter 8
Half-Hearted Confessions and Half-Filled Chapters
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She didn’t know what to do. He wouldn’t leave her alone. Kagome Higurashi nearly cowered in fear every time the phone rang. When Kouga had said he was persistent, he sure wasn’t kidding. He had called her nearly every two hours for the last two days. He had even somehow managed to obtain her work phone number. After three warnings, Kagome was fired by her boss. Although she had tried to explain to Kaede that she couldn’t control what he did, Kaede replied that it was the same throughout the entire company.
Just like her life up to present, Kagome could not catch a break.
Luckily, or not so luckily, she was offered what she was told was an assistant position to none other than…Kouga.
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It was getting dark outside. That means Mama will be home soon. She missed Mama. She always worked so hard. It made her scared. She was afraid that one day, Mama would disappear. Just like Daddy. Mama said that Daddy loved her. She said Daddy would give anything to be with her, but she had never met Daddy. If Daddy loved her, and Daddy wasn’t there, did that mean if Mama said that too that she would leave her all alone?
Seiki hoped not. She had felt so lonely. She really wanted a Daddy.
What did he look like? Was he sleeping like Mama’s Daddy?
Seiki got up from her bed and went over to her dresser. Underneath it, there was a loose floorboard, which his all the drawings she had made about what her family, Daddy included, might look like. Her Mama was there (Mama always looked so pretty). She was right next to Mama. On the far left, a little ways away from the two females, was another figure. Unlike Seiki and Mama, this individual was nothing more than a stick drawing with a question mark for a face.
Mama and Seiki were all colored in and very pretty. Daddy (who the other figured is assumed to be) was a simple, plain stick figure in black crayon with no clothes or hair.
Would she ever be able to finish the drawing.
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When she arrived, Kagome was mortified to find Miroku in the apartment with that sheepish grin of his. The one that she usually felt compelled to wipe off after finding out why his face held such a look.
This would be bad.
“Why Lady Kagome, how happy I am to see you.”
He knew his flattery was getting no where. If her wet clothing was any indication, she had been caught in the rain. Too bad. He had hoped she would have had a good day with what he was about to tell her.
“I have good news, but first some dinner.”
This was definitely a bad sign if he was giving her food. The last time he did that, he had been drunk and had sex in her bed. Needless to say, she burned the linens.
“Just tell me. What did you do this time?”
“I got a new job.”
“What happened to the old one with Kaede?”
“Didn’t you hear? She got taken over. Anyway, I have a design studio again.”
That was fantastic. She had felt so guilty ever since he had lost his last designing job all those years ago.
“Miroku, that’s awesome! Where?!”
“Sit down first.”
With that one sentence, her elation turned to suspicion. “Miroku…where?”
“First, I’m releasing the line Sesshoumaru wouldn’t and then I’m working on the new line ‘Electrify’ from Iwata Enterprises.”
“Iwata? Isn’t that Hiten and Manten’s company.”
“Why yes it is Lady Kagome.”
“That’s great. Why would you think I’d be upset with that? Oh well thanks for dinner.”
With that, Kagome grabbed the plate of chicken cacciatore and went to eat in the kitchen, leaving behind Miroku, who had only found salvation for the moment. ‘If she knew the rest, she’d kill me.’
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Hiten was so excited. This was the best set of photographs he had ever taken. For the past few weeks, he’d followed his subject meticulously, always finding the perfect shot of her. It was lucky for him that she always wore one the jackass’s designs. He was only a tool to secure her. If he needed to keep the letch on to appease her, so be it.
It was so odd. She invoked such inspiration, and he was not emotionally attached to her. She seemed to radiate an aura he could not help but be drawn to.
He sat at his workbench staring at next week’s cover of Unlayering the Soul, the hottest fashion magazine in the country. Models would give their lives to be on this cover, and here he had to take her picture in secret for it. How odd.
“Kagome Higurashi, with your body, my company will beat the bloodhound and that wolf. She’s amazing.”
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Unlayeri ng the Soul
Chapter 8
Half-Hearted Confessions and Half-Filled Chapters
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She didn’t know what to do. He wouldn’t leave her alone. Kagome Higurashi nearly cowered in fear every time the phone rang. When Kouga had said he was persistent, he sure wasn’t kidding. He had called her nearly every two hours for the last two days. He had even somehow managed to obtain her work phone number. After three warnings, Kagome was fired by her boss. Although she had tried to explain to Kaede that she couldn’t control what he did, Kaede replied that it was the same throughout the entire company.
Just like her life up to present, Kagome could not catch a break.
Luckily, or not so luckily, she was offered what she was told was an assistant position to none other than…Kouga.
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It was getting dark outside. That means Mama will be home soon. She missed Mama. She always worked so hard. It made her scared. She was afraid that one day, Mama would disappear. Just like Daddy. Mama said that Daddy loved her. She said Daddy would give anything to be with her, but she had never met Daddy. If Daddy loved her, and Daddy wasn’t there, did that mean if Mama said that too that she would leave her all alone?
Seiki hoped not. She had felt so lonely. She really wanted a Daddy.
What did he look like? Was he sleeping like Mama’s Daddy?
Seiki got up from her bed and went over to her dresser. Underneath it, there was a loose floorboard, which his all the drawings she had made about what her family, Daddy included, might look like. Her Mama was there (Mama always looked so pretty). She was right next to Mama. On the far left, a little ways away from the two females, was another figure. Unlike Seiki and Mama, this individual was nothing more than a stick drawing with a question mark for a face.
Mama and Seiki were all colored in and very pretty. Daddy (who the other figured is assumed to be) was a simple, plain stick figure in black crayon with no clothes or hair.
Would she ever be able to finish the drawing.
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When she arrived, Kagome was mortified to find Miroku in the apartment with that sheepish grin of his. The one that she usually felt compelled to wipe off after finding out why his face held such a look.
This would be bad.
“Why Lady Kagome, how happy I am to see you.”
He knew his flattery was getting no where. If her wet clothing was any indication, she had been caught in the rain. Too bad. He had hoped she would have had a good day with what he was about to tell her.
“I have good news, but first some dinner.”
This was definitely a bad sign if he was giving her food. The last time he did that, he had been drunk and had sex in her bed. Needless to say, she burned the linens.
“Just tell me. What did you do this time?”
“I got a new job.”
“What happened to the old one with Kaede?”
“Didn’t you hear? She got taken over. Anyway, I have a design studio again.”
That was fantastic. She had felt so guilty ever since he had lost his last designing job all those years ago.
“Miroku, that’s awesome! Where?!”
“Sit down first.”
With that one sentence, her elation turned to suspicion. “Miroku…where?”
“First, I’m releasing the line Sesshoumaru wouldn’t and then I’m working on the new line ‘Electrify’ from Iwata Enterprises.”
“Iwata? Isn’t that Hiten and Manten’s company.”
“Why yes it is Lady Kagome.”
“That’s great. Why would you think I’d be upset with that? Oh well thanks for dinner.”
With that, Kagome grabbed the plate of chicken cacciatore and went to eat in the kitchen, leaving behind Miroku, who had only found salvation for the moment. ‘If she knew the rest, she’d kill me.’
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Hiten was so excited. This was the best set of photographs he had ever taken. For the past few weeks, he’d followed his subject meticulously, always finding the perfect shot of her. It was lucky for him that she always wore one the jackass’s designs. He was only a tool to secure her. If he needed to keep the letch on to appease her, so be it.
It was so odd. She invoked such inspiration, and he was not emotionally attached to her. She seemed to radiate an aura he could not help but be drawn to.
He sat at his workbench staring at next week’s cover of Unlayering the Soul, the hottest fashion magazine in the country. Models would give their lives to be on this cover, and here he had to take her picture in secret for it. How odd.
“Kagome Higurashi, with your body, my company will beat the bloodhound and that wolf. She’s amazing.”