Author's Note: Well, here you are … I wrote this in a couple hours, taking no breaks but to eat my doughnut. I hope you like it, the next chapter will come out later. Hopefully within a week. Though school is back tomorrow (I just had Spring Break). This is totally Sesshomaru/Kagura … Please remember to review!
Disclaimer: TT It's a FAN fiction, peoples.
Side-Note: I'm left handed, so I'm probably imagining it differently than you right handed people … but you can think of it your own ways. You'll just be wrong. (Just kidding!) But everyone is pretty much left handed in this … Though it's perfectly alright to see them right handed (because they really are).
Strawberries and Sugar
Chapter I: Some Kids Never Grow Up
Keh. Who would have guessed? Me, Kagura Moro, in love with a guy who has a dog. I hate pets. They cost too much. Of course, I guess I'd be the one complaining about money, yes?
He also has a kid. Though he says they're not blood related. (Can you really trust people these days?) I wonder if the kid and Kanna would get along together...
Well, anyway. I guess I should stop rambling and get to where it all started...
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I mumble, scratching the back of my leg with the tip of my shoe. I politely rang up the customer's books, putting them into a plastic bag as well.
"Have a nice day, and come back soon," I say. It was required, otherwise I probably wouldn't bother.
Everyday. The same looking people, browsing, buying, sipping coffee. I guessed I really didn't mind working in the book store. It's nice and big, with real wooden shelves for each genre of books, with a little coffee shop on the side. Once you got past the smell of coffee and doughnuts (which is really not a bad smell, mind you), you could smell the books.
I noticed that the Non-Fiction seemed to have a slightly different scent. Probably because there are all those Psychology books; they're all full of shit, I thought.
It's getting close to closing hours, and I'm the only one working the counters. Not many customers and just a few people sitting at tables in the coffee shop. It's too cold for them to go outside; November's a brutal month for having a bagel in the open. The months also change the smell of the books, though I've memorised the smell of each book in each season. I could probably shelve new books with a blind fold, if that doesn't sound weird.
As for the library in the far corner—those books are amazing. It's only there for the people who can't really afford any new books, but still want to read. But the old, old books in there that have been so many places in so many hands… they have a musty smell, one that's comforting yet revolting.
I hear the bell above the door tinkle, and I look towards the new customer. My ruby red eyes go wide. He's gorgeous … no, not gorgeous … pretty. With long, white hair that has a silver tint to it. I wonder what shampoo he uses?
"Hello, sir, may I help you?" I call out, with a small smile on my face.
He turns to face me, and I can hardly control a gasp. He has yellow eyes, bright as the sun, yet dark, as if hiding a terrible secret.
"Uhhh, yes. I'm looking for this book?" His voice is smooth and rich, though there is no emotion.
I look at the scrap of paper, nodding. "Alright, sir. Just follow me and I'll get it for you. Minako! Can you take over at register?" I shout before walking the man off to the book section.
"Sir, I don't mean to be rude, but you don't seem like the type to read this…"
"Yeah, I know. It's for my daughter." My heart dropped. He's taken?
"Oh? She reads English?" That sounded neat, Kanna was fourteen and could read and speak fluent English (as could I).
"Yeah, she just turned thirteen and she's really intofaeries … Terrible, I know."
"No, no, no! It's wonderful!" I pull Holly Black'sThithe off the shelf. It's a fairly large book, approximately250 pages. But it's a fast read. (Great book.)
Handing it to him, I smile. A real smile, one I haven't done it a while. "Why don't I go ring that up for you?"
I brush the wrinkles out of my skirt and he follows me to the counter. "That'll be 1290.84 yen, please."
He hands me a silver card, and I swipe it. "Alrighty, Mister Sesshomaru Taiyou."
"Just Sesshomaru," Sesshomaru said.
"O-okay," I stutter. "Do you want the receipt or shall I put it in the bag?"
"Bag, please."
I slide the large book and the white slip of paper into a plastic bag with the logo of the book store on it.
"Beautiful name," he says while looking at the nametag above my left breast.
"Uhhh, th-thank you."
"My pleasure, see you around." Taking the bag from me, I notice his hands are extra soft, thought the claws look intimidating. But he doesn't have a ring!
He smirks at me and walks away. I can't help but notice that his tone of voice didn't change one octave the whole he was here, like he has no emotion what-so ever. Weird.
I wonder if he got the kid through a mistake? You know, go drunk and fucked some whore. Then nine months later—BAM! He's got a bloody kid.
I could never do that. Get drunk, I mean. I've got too much pride to go around with booze in my stomach. Same with pot, I'm not about to throw my whole life away for a few good times.
But he doesn't look like the kind to do that either. He stands strong… plus, he looks way too young to have a thirteen-year-old. Maybe she adopted or something?
Why do I even bother to consider? It's not like I'll really ever see him again. Though it'd be nice. He'd buy me coffee, we'd talk about how crappy our lives our, fall in love… Who am I kidding!
I shake my head, snapping out of it. There's a customer standing in line.
"Are you alright, miss?" he asks, and I give him a nod.
"Yes, sorry, sir." I give a false smile and scan his book, sending him off again.
"Have a nice day and come back soon!" I say through my teeth. My red-coloured lips smirk when he's gone. What an idiot.
Locking up my register, I have a little chat with Minako.
"Did you see that man that came in a little bit ago?" I ask her.
Minako nods. "Yeah, why? You got your eyes set on him, Kagura?" She gives a little wink and a nudge.
"N-no! Of course not …" Though my heart tells otherwise. This perky girl can't be more than eighteen. She's got golden blonde hair—I think he mother was an American—and chocolate brown eyes, but they're so dark she has to have some Japanese in her. Not that it matters, mind you.
She smirks at me, shutting her own cash box. "Time to close up!" she shouts happily to the few lingering coffee-drinkers.
They grumble and shuffle out the door with their Styrofoam cups while those with the coffee mugs finish off the dregs and return them to the coffee counter.
"Have a nice evening, you all. Don't forget to come back tomorrow!" Minako says sweetly—and you can tell she means it.
"Buy, Mutsumi!" I wave to the woman behind the coffee counter. She's in her middle thirties—she owns this place, but she doesn't mind the first-name thing, she's too relaxed to care.
I bundle up in my coat and step out into the brisk November winds. I frown when I see a slick black car still in the lot.
Walking up to it, I knock on the tinted window. (Okay, I know not the smartest thing to do late at night.)
The window glides down—obviously a power window. I laugh when I see who is inside.
"I thought that book was for you daughter, Just Sesshomaru," I smirk.
His golden eyes look directly into my cherry ones.
"I am simply checking the contents," he replied smoothly.
"Well, then I'll tell you now: There are several 'fuck's scattered about, there is great sexual tension between the main two characters. Good enough for you?" I snort.
He frowns and points to the passenger seat.
I shrug and get inside. "What, are you going to kill me or something? I don't have much money, so don't waste you time."
He looked like he was trying not to laugh! "Not nearly that dramatic, Miss Kagura. You simply look famished."
"I had breakfast!" I retorted.
"At what time?" he asks, starting the car and tapping the digital clock.
"Umm … about fourteen hours ago?" I hated to admit it, but I was ravenous.
"Thought so," he muttered and drove off. We drove to a near-by WacDonalds in silence.
"You know," I said, "my apartment is only a few blocks away. I could have simply walked home and had food there."
"Yes, but this is much more fun, isn't it?" Sesshomaru drawled.
"Well, if you're bored it's not my fault. You're the one who decided to pluck me off the streets and throw me into you car, forcing me to enjoy warm burgers and fries with you."
"You're so melodramatic," he said with a slight smile. He got out of the car and before I could ask him what he was doing, he came to my side of the car and opened the door for me.
"Thanks," I say in reply to his gesture.
"Mm-hmm." He offered his hand to help me out of the car. I placed my hand in his and he pulled me out.
"You know I'm going to get tired of saying 'Thanks' over and over again, don't you?"
"Then don't," he said coolly, as if that cleared everything up (which is kind of did).
I glanced at Sesshomaru as we slowly walk to the door, and we seem to both be going faster and faster, before I'm racing him to the door.
"I win!" I shout with a smile.
"Win? I was sure we were just going to get some food, not play some silly game."
I frowned at him. "We were racing and you know it!"
"Why, I don't know what you're talking about."
Before he could open the door for me, I opened it myself and walked in. My cheap heals (required to look nice at the bookstore) click-clacked on the gritty tiles.
I look down at his shoes. They look like classic dress shoes, they go with his crisp-clean black slacks and casual but dressy button-up shirt.
"Where do you work?" I ask all of a sudden.
"Does it matter?" Sesshomaru asked and ordered food for us both. Salad for him, a hamburger with extra fries, a Coke, and a hot fudge sundae for me. "I have my own business."
"In?" I prompted.
"Law," he clarified.
"I should have known." I rolled my eyes. He left for a moment to go pick up our order and brought it back to the table.
"You don't seem the kind to be nice and help a hungry girl out."
"You seemed … special."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I said, sounding offended.
"Whatever you want, Miss Kagura."
"Drop the 'Miss,'" I told him.
"Whatever you say."
"Sesshomaru, you are one confusing person," I muttered with a smile.
"Like you any better."
I grinned and shoved a fry in his mouth, putting a shocked look on his face. "At least I know how to feed myself."
He looked at me for a moment before he picked up a piece of crisp salad leaf and chucked it at my face.
"That's so unfair!" I took a scoop of sundae and ate it before flinging some at him.
He growled, and I thought I was done for. At least until he smirked and dumped his water all over me.
"You ass-hole!" I shrieked, though I was smiling. "I'm wearing a white shirt!"
He chuckled. "C'mon, let's get you dried off."
I pouted, wrapping my cold arms around my nearly exposed breasts. "Perv," I mutter.
"Whatever."
We both got into his car, and I gave him directions to my apartment complex.
"… Want to come in and have some coffee?" I ask cautiously. "Or a soda or … cookies?"
"You bake?"
I snort. "No, my sister does."
"Oh. Well …" He looked at his watch. "I guess I could come in for a short time."
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