Abi
I sighed as I finished cleaning the kitchen. Happy Saturday, right? My stepfather was off somewhere blowing my mother's money while she worked; ironic. By now I'm used to it. They're due for divorce in three weeks anyways.
The part of the city I live in is the 'nicer' part, said to be rich, though not really, and full of snobs, also untrue. It's just the part where the people who have more money like to show it off, like my mother, the most materialistic woman I know. She lives to work, I should know seeing I have few childhood memories with the mother-daughter moments.
My father left before I was born and my mother, Tekkei, always believed I needed someone to be my father figure. She jumped in and out of every relationship and the longest one she had was two years. Because she was always either out mingling or working, I grew up alone. I learned to take care of myself at a young age and am still doing so now at 16.
As I went to the living room, to finally take a break from taking care of the house, I stopped by the window on the side of my house. There was a moving van next door, which was odd.
The worst part about this neighborhood was the lack of communication. Hardly any of the neighbors socialized and I had taken note that when they did, they competed. Who had the nicer house, the greener lawn, the newest entertainment systems, the better job, and so on. It was as though they all secretly hated each other. My mother claimed it was part of the business world, but this wasn't supposed to be the 'business world'. This was supposed to be home; a humble, comfortable home where you could meet friends and not foes. I just didn't associate with any of our neighbors; they were all close to my mother's age anyways.
I hadn't even known they had moved, though. Of all the neighbors, I liked the ones to the left of us the best, even if I barely knew them. They were an elderly couple that had been married for years. Unlike the others, they were always outside, with each other. Not on the phone or smoking a cigarette or drinking wine, just talking or cuddling. It was cute. I remembered walking there dog when I was younger for money to save, then my mother said that's not the type of work I ought to be doing, so I had to quit. Maybe they died. I didn't notice any other moving vans, but I wasn't the neighbor that sat at the window all day to be nosey like some, I was just curious.
I shook my head to snap out of my daze, staring at the movers carrying in furniture and boxes, and went back to the couch. I laid on my stomach and watched TV, bored out of my mind. I jumped when the front door flew open. It was only 4 o' clock; my mother didn't usually get home until around 10 and my step dad later, if he even made it home.
"Abi, hurry up and change dear!' She quipped and bolted in the kitchen, as if on a mission.
"What for?" I arched my brow at her skeptically; there were few things that ever put my mother in a fritz. I couldn't tell if she was scared or anxious – or both.
"Just do it, I have some very important people I need you to meet." She explained and I sighed. There was always someone I had to impose a good impression for. I went to my room and changed quickly to a cream mini skirt and red tank top. I slipped on my flip flops, jewelry, and make-up quickly. If it were someone I was meeting for business, she not only would've told me, it'd be on a Sunday or Monday.
"Abi, hurry up!" She called and I groaned, quickly clipping the top of my hair back.
"I'm coming!" I call and quickly bolt down the stairs. She comes out with a bottle of wine and I sigh absent mindedly. Something told me I'd be spending my Saturday with two drunken old ladies. She rolled her eyes.
"Don't give me that look." She lectured and I nodded, not even realizing I was giving her a look. She led me outside and I followed.
Sesshomaru
The new house was large, bigger than our last one, but we usually made an upgrade so it was nothing new. I didn't like the houses too big, they were always too quiet, being only that me and my mother lived in them, and seemed so empty and lifeless. Like a showcase, if anything. The expensive home décor and electronics seemed almost untouchable as you walked by.
I prefer a house with two bedrooms rather than five; a house with a happy family, not a distant mother and son. And a house that brought comfort, not this place with walls that would be covered in famous artwork and unnecessary decorations, entertainment centers, and such. My mother was always proud of her money and looked down to people who didn't have it, which irked me.
I didn't generally care for people, but I don't judge them based on money. And the few friends I do choose to keep close don't have much of it to spare. I have a line or respect I draw for my mother, but it doesn't go too far. I simply think she's arrogant. She lacks respect and really doesn't deserve it, but she is my mother.
Part of me is glad it's just us here, though. With my father deceased, my only other immediate family member is my half brother, Inuyasha, he lives with my stepmother, Izayoi. My mother is currently at a meeting she 'couldn't' cancel for the day we were moving, work comes first. I sigh again and help the mover finish carrying boxes. We had the furniture brought before we arrived. The doorbell rings and I blink. We did not move into the nosey neighborhood is all I can hope.
I hesitantly walk to the door and crack it open. I see a woman near my mother's age, dressed in business attire with her hair tied in a bun; she isn't ugly just…trying to hard to appear younger. Beside her I see a girl. She's short but resembles the woman, so they have close relations.
"Yes?" I ask in my usual tone.
"Hello, I take it you're Sesshomaru, is your mother home?" The older woman asked and I keep my emotionless eyes on her. Who did she think she was coming to my doorstep, assume who I am, and then ask for my mother?
"Whom, may I ask, are you?" I inquire, opening the door fully. I notice the girl stays quiet the whole time, looking down and playing with her rings like she's bored and the older woman oblivious, trying to put on the pretend happy face for a good first impression. People disgust me.
"My name is Tekkei, I am a friend of your mother's." She holds out her hand and I slowly take it before giving a firm shake.
"And the girl?" I ask.
"Oh, this is my daughter…Abi." She says her daughter's name as though its venom on her tongue. I watch as Abi nervously looks up and nods to her mother, as though an apology for not paying attention, despite the fact there was nothing to really pay attention to. I shake Abi's hand as well and she nods in acknowledgement to me.
"Why is it you wish to see my mother?" I ask and cross my arms in the doorway, I notice Abi keeps her full attention on me and her mother now, though the old woman seems to say nothing meaningful.
"Why we live right next door, I figured I'd give her a housewarming gift." She smiled and I glare daggers at the bottle of red wine in her hand. That is the last thing my mother needs.
"How can you warm a house that hasn't been settled in?" I ask her coldly and her brows knot together, I think she'd finally getting the hint I don't care for her.
"It's a gesture."
"For what?" I scoffed at her; I was ready to move again.
"For moving." She growled and I watched as her daughter took a step back and bit her bottom lip, as if afraid of the little old hag. Then again, she was a tiny girl as well.
"We've moved before and I've never seen you try to gesture my mother."
"She never moved next door." She challenged with a smirk. I could tell it was a battle of wits now.
"You claimed her to be your friend, did you not?" My face is still cold and hard, not the slightest bit amused.
"I'm a busy woman, I don't always have time to come by and offer gifts to ungrateful people such as you." She went on and I sighed.
"So are you calling my mother ungrateful, too?" I asked and she just glared. "So you say nasty things about your friends behind their backs? Seems harsh." I remark, hoping its over and she huffs.
"No, I am calling you ungrateful and I feel bad your mother was stuck with a son like you." She quipped and roughly grabbed her daughter's wrist. "Come along, Abi." She growled. Abi frowned and glanced at me, I just stared. That woman treated her child as though she was a pet. Then I was a bit taken off. She waved with an apologetic frown.
Maybe she was her mother's pet, but she wasn't a puppet and didn't support everything she said. I slowly waved back before going inside.
Something told me I'd receive the lecture of a lifetime when my mother got back.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
A/N: Yes, I'm doing these again, I tend to get more review with explanation and fuck it, my opinion matters, lol. This is inspired by the rps done by myself and Bewilderedloca. In it, Sesshomaru and Abi's mothers are friends so there's always that 'what if they grew up together?' Plus I'm experimenting with POVs. I tried it before but never posted. Please review dearies!