If Hell Had A Jukebox
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or the characters or anything good like that, but the story's mine, at least.
Ch.1
To be blunt, Sesshoumaru was very pissed of. Running a hand through his hair, he was faintly annoyed that they had forced him wash the fake silver coloring out. Apparently the piss monkeys running the station thought the cell had an nice, clean-cut image to keep. Hopefully none of the police on duty would think to make him remove his gold-tinted contacts. Revealing bloodshot eyes, courtesy of a few too bottles of vodka, to cops was not something he was overly eager to do. At least they had enough respect for him to give him a private cell. Not that it mattered; he would be out of this shit-hole as soon as his attorney came to pick him up the limo. He doubted he would even go to court for something as trivial as drunk driving, after all what self-respecting celebrity didn't drive around L.A. intoxicated? Still, being a millionaire should at least give someone the right to suffer through a hangover on a ridiculously expensive leather couch rather than a jail cell.
Sesshoumaru winced as the clang of the opening cell door tormented his already-pained head and the annoying squeak of his assistant assaulted his ears.
"Mr. Sonja, I apologize for any inconvenience that may have been caused by my inexcusable tardiness!" His green-haired, pimple covered assistant was practically groveling at his employer's feet. Annoyed that it wasn't someone useful, like his late attorney for instance, he only mumbled a few curses to the young man.
"You're attorney is unable to come until tomorrow morning, Mr. Sonja. He's not nearly as loyal to the wonderful Mr. Sonja as me! Unfortunately, these ignorant police officers won't allow you to be released into my custody, only his, when he comes in the morning. My apologies, Mr. Sonja."
His assistant's constant yammering was defiantly not improving Sesshoumaru's hangover headache and worse still, he was expected to spend the night in a stone room that reeked of urine. Sesshoumaru was not pleased.
"Jaken…."
"Yes, Mr. Sonja?"
"Fuck off."
Across town, at the MuzzaMuzza Café, only one table was filled on this particular afternoon. The occupants sat sipping iced tea and eating their overpriced entrees despite the overcast skies and the weatherman's warning of a summer thunderstorm. Sitting primly in one of the garden chairs surrounding the table, a blonde was carefully brushing on a healthy blush and examining her compact mirror for any hint that her wrinkles were sneaking through her makeup mask. Apparently satisfied with her reflection, she looked across the table to find her companion shoveling mounds of lasagna into her mouth. Frowning in disapproval, the blonde decided it was far past time to bring out the real purpose of this little gathering.
Abruptly snapping the makeup case shut and successfully drawing her acquaintance's attention from her pasta, the woman spoke, sounding more like a waitress who had one too many cigarettes than someone with a Gucci purse.
"Rin, if you wouldn't mind taking a break from developing that Miss Piggy figure of yours, I would like to remind you that this is a business lunch. Therefore, we have business to discuss. Rather important business at that."
The black-haired girl, Rin, regretfully laid down her fork and faked a sigh as she glanced down at her slightly chunky figure.
"Mrs. Retaa, you know I tried to loose weight. I had to give up on the diet when it interfered with my cultivation of my bootylicious behind. That's the area I receive all my artistic motivation from and if I lost my beefy ass, then we wouldn't have much business at all." Rin had to quickly suppress a giggle at Mrs. Retaa's horrified expression.
However, after a sip of her iced tea, her composure had returned. The blonde even managed to muster up a glare for the younger girl before lacing her hands over the table, a sign that a business discussion was coming up despite any obstacles.
"Although I should simply ignore that very inappropriate comment, I do think I should remind you that you Poparatzi are no talent, obnoxious, failed artist. Apparently you forgot. Business is getting scarce these days and, frankly, you need this assignment."
Rin's sigh wasn't part of a stunt at all this time; the woman had managed to suck the fun out of Rin's lunch. Twirling her fork, if only to have something study other than her boss's eyes, Rin said, "I'm sorry. I guess it was a little out of place. I've still have dibbs on this picture though?"
Smirking in the typical evil old lady fashion, Mrs. Retaa nodded. "Sesshoumaru Sonja. Icy guitarist extraordinaire. Of course, I had Lucille look up all his information for you this morning." After handing the slightly starry eyed girl the slip of paper, she uncrossed her legs and stood to leave. "Aren't I a doll? Most people wouldn't bother, you're very lucky to have me around you know."
Rin slowly nodded in her fan girl daze. Sesshoumaru, the sexy beast of sexy beasts! She was actually going to be close enough to take pictures of the sex god himself. The killjoy, Mrs. Retaa, had actually gotten her a job snapping shots of Sesshoumaru! Squealing girlishly, Rin leapt from her chair and threw her arms around the woman.
Slowly disentangling herself from Rin, Mrs. Retaa smoothed out her skirt and patted her hair back into place. The woman gave a small chough of embarrassment before speaking, "You do realize that Sesshoumaru has never been exactly friendly with the press? He's the type you expect to have attack your car with a golf club when you cut him off in traffic. I thought a female might have better luck with him, although it would help if your figure was a bit more…feminine."
Rin, however, had returned to her dazed state as a bus drove by the pair of women. Rin followed it with her eyes starring dreamily at the picture of Sesshoumaru's face featured in some random advertisement.
"Rin."
"Rin."
"Rin."
Receiving no response, Mrs. Retaa hmphed at the girl's failure to pay and attention. She stalked back to the table, leaving the required amount, before heading off to the parking lot leaving Rin gawking in the street.
If you liked it, review it. If I get some encouraging reviews, I'll churn out another chapter.
Of course the lovey dovey parts won't come out for a while, since this won't be a Rin-and-Sesshoumaru-magically-fall-in-love-immediately-fic. And yes, Rin is a little chunky and Sesshoumaru has an itsy bitsy alcohol problem. Why? Because this is set in real life and I hate to break to y'all, but life isn't perfect. That's why there's Walgreen's.