InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Vastly Overrated ❯ Reverant Mentality ( Chapter 2 )

Reverent Mentality

The grass is green. This one sentence has got to be the simplest, yet most diverse sentence in the entire.. well not the entire, but certainly the wide known (present) continent. Not that it's all that important. Okay, it is important. The sentence leaves much to be desired though. Would not one say that the grass is brown? For all intents and purposes the grass is supposed to be green, right?

There is a saying that the grass is greener on the other side. That's not a particularly accurate statement. One, because grass is definitely brown sometimes... or is it tan? Tan is an lighter shade of brown, no? Would one say it was the color of the crayon which is supposed to depict the 'grass green' color? That crayon is not exactly a green color... more of a blue than green really.

Grass... well. Interesting that I would think of grass in the first place. Grass was greener on my side of the field at any rate. That is... if I decide to believe in that insipid irksome saying. The conclusion of which came to me is that my grass is supposedly greener... no... not supposedly it is greener because I make it that way. I make my grass green, and I enjoy a green of another kind. However, I'd much rather be writing... or possibly playing the piano.

That is where my true passion lay, sure I enjoy working... though not the idea that it is with, or more precisely, for my father, but I do enjoy working. There are people... people who don't enjoy doing what they do, but... I do. I've decided that if I take no joy in doing what I do, then I really have no business doing it because it would cause me more of an annoyance than just accepting it and moving on. With at least a minimal amount of enjoyment. It had nothing what so ever to do with the fact that I could fire any one in my department at will. It also had nothing to do with how angry the half blood twit of a younger brother that mysteriously appeared on the list along with those that got 'laid off'.

Well, to be truthful... at least to myself. That was quite enjoyable.

Mentally, I prepare myself to walk into my fathers' office. "Sesshoumaru, we're going to a business associates home today for a meeting... and probably some tea and biscuits..." I note the odd look on his face before I give a nod. As if he were merely asking me. No... That was too much to hope for. I had to go. Either that or lose the position in the company that I love so much, note the sarcasm. I pause on my way out of the door of his office when I hear a slight clearing of throat. "Yes?" I question indifferently. "I did not dismiss you, son..." I flinch minutely when he says this. It's as if he thinks that I don't know that I came from his blood. He never calls me son... it's always that half wit, half breed he calls son.... He usually calls me by my birth name. Which is preferable to me.

No, he rarely gets' it into his head to call me son. Sneering inwardly, I realize that he is going to ask me about the... his other son . "You know, my boy..." Inwardly I wonder if he realized that I wasn't a mere boy. Not anymore... I'm an accomplished business man. Well, as accomplished as I can be in a job I don't really want. But I enjoy my job... really I do. Rii-iight.

Decidedly, paying attention to the old man is tiresome... at the least. "I sincerely hope... that your brothers' name was put on the X-list by accident, and by 'sincerely hoped', I mean that it needs to be cleared by tomorrow regardless of your personal feelings... Though I do hope that you two will get along some day," He's lost his mind.
Surely, he can't be serious, can he? I grit my teeth together in an effort not to remind him that I am the head of my department, but he could fire me. Never mind that then... I should remind him that the twit is my HALF brother and not a full blooded one. However... he could fire me.

It's not that which bothers me greatly.

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It is the fact that the half-blooded, proven incompetent, loudmouthed, Inuyasha would get the job. No matter how much he disliked his job, he couldn't give it up for the mutt. He couldn't. That would be a failure... and un-acceptable.
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Fighting a frown, I walk out of the office. I cannot deny that the half breed was dedicated and hardworking for once. Inuyasha liked his job. The idiot enjoyed it much more than I, but if I were to be fired then he would get my position, and no matter how much I want to quit and master my study of music... being bested by the one they want me to call blood is un-doubtingly un-imaginable.

Besides... I'm the best at what I do. I refuse to be replaced. Heaving a sigh, I walked down the hall informed my secretary of the 'accidental addition' to the X-list. She gave me a knowing look before stating that it was already done. It's good to have a secretary who knew how the Inutaisho men were... sometimes. I was nearly to the exit when my cell rang. I continued walking even as I answered. "Sesshoumaru speaking..." I said.

"Go directly to the home of our associates. I'll meet you there... oh.. and we'll have a little talk later about your leaving without a dismissal," said father, whom was obviously the one on the other line. I inwardly snort. "Yes, father" I say flippantly.

The ride to the home of our associates is short in a disturbing sort of way, of course I do take my time... I stopped by the store, bought a drink. Why should I be hurried when I don't want to be there? I walk towards the door which is immediately opened by what I assume is the maid. Odd, that a maid would open the door... or maybe it isn't so odd. I was led into a study. Surprisingly, or not so, my father is already there. What really bugged me was the fact that Inuyasha was here, and he looked to be having an interesting conversation with the other two men. "Ah, there's my eldest, Sesshoumaru..." said father. I give a respectful tilt of the head.

As I enter I note that there is a young woman sitting there. And by the looks of it she was not very interested in the conversation. I sat across from her and leaned back in the chair. I was dearly surprised by the lack of notice that the girl had spaced out. I was suspicious of the way the man was talking of his children. Oh, correction... speaking of his children.

"My sons' Ketsui, Dutai, and Souta are all that I can ask for in children. My boys... You know Souta is the sweetest child. Only four and he's already most generous. Ketsui and Dutai are set in their studies and on their way to greatness." The man... Higurashi... said. His eyes filled with the pride of a father. I wonder then why it is only the young woman here? Obviously my father thought the same as he spoke, "So they are to take over your company soon?" His eyes had strayed to the female then back to her father.

"Ah... no. I can't very well keep my boys from their lives. They have things they wish to accomplish before they work in the company. The girl.. Kagome. She will stand in the stead of her brothers' before they get ready. She'll have the power, not the title. When my boys finish their different endeavors I'll have them set up and Kagome as an assistant CEO or perhaps Just a secretarial job..." I knew how that worked. She would be the back bone of the corporation that will run the show and get nothing of the profits' or recognition. I understand why she's zoning out now. Well, other than boredom.

We move on to work related topics and I suddenly note a gaze upon my person. I look over towards the woman and she looks somewhat appreciative. Her skin was pale, yet healthy. She was wearing a long bell-sleeved white T-shirt, and khaki shorts, and yet she managed to look elegant. As she is staring at me... calculatingly, I believe it is only right to do so in return.

As the meeting came to an end and we left. I found my self pondering her.

I can sense a kindred kind of darkness in her. I relax back as she zones out once again. I find myself remembering when I was young. I had a self-conscious issue with esteem. I was shy and sweet... in the eyes of my mother. There was nothing dark to me. Then my father made the mistake of leaving my mother who then killed herself. End of story... not . I found her weak, and my father was repulsive. Then the husband stealing witch that was my 'step mother', dared to have a child. Bitterly, I realized that they were all flawed in some way.

Pity that.
Once again, I say, note the sarcasm.

I knew that I had to be perfect, and now I am. Ok... so maybe not. But I'm certainly better than they are.

I distinctly remember being called an arrogant prick by the half breed as I left the company of my family .

Well, I'm definitely not a prick, and I'm not arrogant at all.

No, I'm not arrogant. I am , however, a whole lot better than they.