At the Work Place...
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any other copyrighted material mentioned.
Basic storyline: Alternate reality. Humans and demons live together in the modern world. The InuYasha cast work for Dress-up Demons, one of the most famous clothing stores in Tokyo. The group must strain to work on the same floor and deal with trivial work issues and complicated love affairs.
Characters and their love lives as of now--------
Sesshoumaru: The boss, very proffessional and enjoys using his money to his advantage. No one knows, but he has feelings for his dorky assistant, Rin and the maid Kagome.
InuYasha: Works for his older brother, only because it's the family company. He works in the advertisement section. He's desperately in love with Kagome and Kikyou.
Kikyou: (Kagome's twin sister... should add an interesting twist) She answers the telephone for the company. She doesn't know quite how she feels about InuYasha or Sesshoumaru. She hits on every other man she sees.
Kagome: She's the maid--nothing more, nothing less. She sees InuYasha as something more than a friend, and is jealous of Kikyou because she's so flirty.
Miroku: He works as photographer of all the pretty models. He confesses his undying love for Sango (as well as every other pretty lady that crosses his path...).
Sango: Models for the women's line of clothing, whether it be winter fur coats or slutty swim wear. She has the hots for Miroku, though she won't admit it.
Kouga: He designs the majority of the clothing, because he has an eye for good fashion. He loves no one but Kagome, or is it Kikyou?
Rin: Answers Sesshoumaru's private calls and leaves his memos. She feels she must obey Sesshoumaru no matter what, which could get her in trouble. She likes the salesman, Kohaku.
Kohaku: Works in the sales of the clothing, mainly because he's very persuasive. He likes Rin, and shows it but won't say it.
Kagura: She works in the bottom floor of the building, in the company's bar and grill, as a bartender. She likes Kouga, but she just wants someone to love her.
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Chapter 1... Dirty Office (Warning: Lime, mild language)
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"Rin!" called the calm, though harsh, voice of the boss from his office.
"Yes, Sesshoumaru-sama?" She squeaked just loud enough for him to hear through the closed door.
He walked out of his office, whipping his head back and forth before stopping his gaze on his personal assistant. "Why are my awards so dust- ridden?" His voice was lingering with a tone that said they should have long been cleaned, and she was responsible.
"I-I'm sorry," she bit her lower lip and glanced nervously at objects on her desk, avoiding her boss' accusing stare.
"Give her a break," came the smooth voice of the young Miroku. He patted his boss on the back and shot him a knowing smirk. Sesshoumaru was always so hard on poor Rin, she was still new. Miroku walked away with a camera in hand to do a shoot, he was mumbling "I love the summer... so many swim suits!"
Almost embarrassingly, Sesshoumaru admitted his wrongful accusation, "He's right, I shouldn't be so hard on you." Sighing, he held his chin in thought. "What do you propose we do? I can't have my office looking like a filthy mess, but you need to remain here to answer my calls."
Shyly, Rin spoke up, "Perhaps, if I may suggest, we get a maid?"
Sesshoumaru froze in thought, rubbing his chin as he went over the possibility in his mind. His thoughts were interrupted as Kouga walked out from his large office. Sesshoumaru dropped his hands to his sides and awaited what Kouga had to say.
"Boss!" he called, with an agitated tone. He held two pieces of paper, fanned out with one hand, for Sesshoumaru to view. They were obviously sketches of possible clothing articles. He mumbled a few things and pointed back and forth on the papers. "So, you can see my dilema," he nearly threw the pieces of paper in frustration.
"I do," said the boss, with not even the slightest change in his facial expression. Sesshoumaru grabbed the sketches from Kouga's hand, examining them once more. "If you change this..." he pointed at one paper and then to the next. "Make this here," he pointed, "more flared. And make this," he pointed, "more like this," he pointed to the other page, "I think it'll work out fine."
Kouga paused, went over the mentioned alterations in his mind with precise visions of the finished outcome, and smiled. "There's a reason you're the boss," he stared at the papers as he walked away.
Turning back to Rin, Sesshoumaru made up his mind, "I think your suggestion is the perfect solution. Though, my only question is, where do we find one?"
Flustered at the idea of Sesshoumaru accepting her suggestion, Rin stuttered, "Maybe I-... Uh, I could just... The Yellowpages." She adjusted her glasses.
"Hm. No. That wouldn't be wise." Sesshoumaru jammed his hands into his coat pockets, trying to consider some alternate possibilities of where to locate a good maid.
Kikyou walked--strutted, more or less--over to Sesshoumaru. "Whatcha doin'?" she asked, a feisty tone on her breath.
Sesshoumaru glanced at her--she was clad in a revealing black blouse and an elegant crimson red skirt that came just above her knees; her hair was pulled in a loose ponytail. Though she was beautiful, she wasn't his type. "Shouldn't you be working?" Sesshoumaru shot her an annoyed look.
"Shouldn't YOU be working?" Kikyou retaliated, giving him the same look. The only reason she still had a job was because no one else answered phones, took notes, made appointments, and negotiated quite as good as she could. And she knew she was the best.
Sesshoumaru gave up trying to get rid of her, "We were trying to decide where to hire a good maid."
"My sister could use a job, and she cleans all day at our place anyway, so why not get paid for it?" Kikyou shrugged her near bare shoulders casually.
An angry scream came from the photgraphy room and Sango ran out. She had a towel wrapped around her, though it was evident she was doing a swim suit shoot because of the red strings tied around her neck. "Sesshoumaru- sama! Don't give him a raise, don't give him a paycheck, I don't even know why you gave him a job!" It was undoubtedly Miroku she was speaking of. Her fists were clenched so tight her knuckles were white.
"I gave him a job," began Sesshoumaru calmly, "because he is the best at what he does."
"At what he does?! Oh, okay. So, he's the best at feeling up women?" She realized her sarcastic tone was not the one to be taking to the boss. She placed her hand on her forehead and sighed. She ran her fingers through her long black hair and smiled sweetly. "Sorry," her voice was rid of the sarcasm and anger, "would you please be kind enough to make him stop?"
"Miroku," Sesshoumaru called, his loud voice echoing to the photo room.
The black-haired pervert poked his head out the doorway. "Yes?" he asked innocently.
"Leave her alone. How many times do I have to tell you?" Sesshoumaru seemed annoyed.
"My apologies, my hand slipped," he lied, and disappeared back into the room.
Kikyou turned to Sango, "He really is a pervert isn't he?" She seemed all too interested.
"Go sleep around somewhere else," Sango hissed through clenched teeth, low enough so Sesshoumaru couldn't hear.
Kikyou lowered her eyes to slits, "Just try and stop me."
"Oh, I will," and with that Sango turned and went back to work.
Rubbing his forehead to relax his fresh headache, Sesshoumaru turned but didn't look at Kikyou. "Tell her she can start tomorrow."
"Yes, sir!" Kikyou put her hand to her forehead and did a cheap imitation of a soldier.
"Now, get back to work," Sesshoumaru sighed, whirling around and returning to his office for some peace, quiet, and headache medicine.
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The lunchroom is the only safe place for anyone to talk about Sesshoumaru without him knowing. What is said in the lunchroom, stays in the lunchroom. What happens in the lunchroom, stays in the lunchroom. It's workers' policy, and everyone follows it. There have been many games of strip poker that the boss never heard of, many rumors he never knew of. The lunchroom is the gossip-zone.
It's a large recreational room. Furnished with a long, rectangular table, five chairs occupying both sides and one at both ends. There were a few junkfood vending machines, two with drinks and one with a variety of sandwiches and some fruit. There was a table with utensils, napkins and long since used, large condiment jars with push tops. Though more often than not the crew brought their own lunches or bought it from a nearby restaurant, vending machines were always useful.
Kikyou was sitting on the table, her long legs crossed. "We're getting a maid," she announced.
Only a few people seemed interested. Especially Miroku.
"A new female in the work area? Wearing a maid's outfit? AWESOME!" exclaimed the perverted photographer.
He received a smack on the back of the head from Sango.
Kikyou thought she'd add in a bit of information, "She's my twin sister."
Miroku's eyes lit up, "REALLY?!" Sango smacked him again, though far more viciously. "I mean, uh, ew. Why would I want twins?"
InuYasha looked up from his bowl of ramen and his previous advertising idea. "Kikyou, your sister's coming to work here?"
She glanced over her shoulder at him, "That is what I said, wasn't it?"
InuYasha took this in slowly, his face distorting in dread of the awkward moments that awaited him.
Kouga swallowed a bite of his sandwich and looked up from his sketch, "Is she hot?"
"She's my twin," Kikyou flipped her hair, "What can I say?"
Kouga smiled and returned to his work.
Sango was smacking her forehead on the table. Miroku tapped her shoulder and she stopped, "You okay there?"
Sango shook her head, "I just can't believe that there's TWO of her! It's not possible. I thought the world was bad enough, but now..."
"It's okay," Miroku wrapped his arm around her shoulder. His hand stayed on her shoulder for maybe two seconds before slipping down to her bottom.
Growling, Sango smacked his hand away, "Pervert!" She got up and moved a few seats away.
A bell rang, signaling lunch was over. Kikyou scooted off the table. She stopped by Miroku, looked at him with a flirty smile and swept her hand across his cheek, then left. Sango saw this and decided to do something, and fast.
Miroku stood up. "Miroku, wait!" Sango lifted a hand, signaling for him to stop.
She stood up and walked over to him slowly, making sure everyone was a ways down the hall.
Sango slipped her hands behind his neck and pulled her face to his and kissed him. She shocked herself more than anything. Miroku deepened the kiss and invaded her mouth with his tongue. He was fluently confused with what was going on, but he decided not to question it. His hands caressed Sango's round bottom playfully.
Before this got any worse, Sango pulled away, gasping for air. It took her a moment to collect what she just did.
To protect her pride, Sango reminded him, "What happens in the lunchroom, stays in the lunchroom."
"Okay. But, why did you-" Miroku started but got cut off.
"Don't sleep with that whore," she said, and walked past him and out of the room.
He knew she was referring to Kikyou, and he smiled, somehow proud of himself. "I never planned to," he said aloud, though no one was listening.
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At the discusson table, only a few people noticed Miroku's smug expression, but they waved it off as nothing. Sesshoumaru was late to the meeting, due to the fact he had fallen asleep after taking his aspirin--but no one knew that. Kikyou was seated on the table, like usual. Miroku sat by Sango, but made no obvious insinuations of what had earlier occured.
Sesshoumaru was rubbing his temple, obviously not in the mood for any goofing around. "As you may have heard," he began, his voice hoarse, "we are getting a maid. She will be here tomorrow. I expect all of you to treat her with the utmost respect," he looked particularly at Miroku.
"Don't accuse me of something I haven't done," he held his hands up, with his palms facing his boss, as if it would defend him.
Sesshoumaru paused for a long time, rubbing his forehead with two fingers. "InuYasha, are you done with the advertisement for this month's swim suits?"
"I will be when I get a photograph," he glanced at Miroku and stood up, walking over to his older brother. He held up a large sheet of thick paper, "Will this work?"
Sesshoumaru's eyes darted across the presented piece, taking in every detail. "Make the background lighter, to offset the vibrant clothing color. And do something with this," he made a circle with his finger, indicating something be changed.
"Less detail?" InuYasha asked, though it was more of a suggestion.
"Less words, less detail," Sesshoumaru decided.
InuYasha nodded and went back to his seat.
"Any other questions? Comments?" Sesshoumaru asked with a tone that meant he knew there was more, meetings were never this short.
"I need a new model for casual wear, remember?" Miroku was adjusting something on his camera and didn't look up.
Sesshoumaru mentally kicked himself, "Rin, get on that as soon as we're done here."
"Yes, sir," Rin barely whispered.
"We have a company thingy," Kikyou started. When Sesshoumaru looked at her to explain, she went on. "A picnic! Todd's Town, that one amusement park about 30 minutes from here, said we can have a free day there. Just the company. Sounds like he's kissing some ass. Only thing is, why?"
"Free clothing, dates with models, the same load of crap they all want," Kohaku said as he walked in extremely late. "Sorry I'm late, I had an obnoxious customer." He smiled at Rin, who seemed to disappear behind her furious blushing.
"It depends on what he wants, we might do it, we might not. Kikyou, keep me thoroughly updated on that, you hear?" Sesshoumaru said, though he knew she would keep him updated.
"What else did I miss?" Kohaku asked as he took a seat across from Rin.
"Nothing really," Sango smiled at her younger brother.
"What'd I miss?" He looked to Miroku for an asnwer.
Sango glared at her younger brother for ignoring her answer, then glared at Miroku for being such good friends with her little brother. Now, her brother was a pervert--though he never showed it around her.
Miroku grinned pervishly, "We're getting a maid."
Sango stomped on his foot under the table, making his face distort.
"Wanna play Footsites, do you?" Miroku's voice was dripping with naughty innuendoes, but before he could act on his insinuated remark, Sesshoumaru cleared his throat.
"If you kids would like to pay attention," Sesshoumaru gave everyone their due glares.
Kouga held up his sketch for the table to see, "This is the plan for next month's suit."
The table erupted in comments on what to change, adjust, or fix on the idea.
Kouga pulled the paper to himself possessively, "Do not ridicule my work!" He seemed truly hurt that they could find that much wrong with his masterpiece.
Sesshoumaru glanced lazily at the table, "He's right, don't ridicule him or his work. If you have a problem with it, go to him personally and talk to him. This isn't a group discussion. He's the best here at what he does, so leave him alone."
Kikyou noticed how stressed out her boss looked and gave him a sly smile, "Want a back rub?"
Not taking it as anything more than an offer to help, Sesshoumaru sighed, "Not now."
Seeing as there was nothing more to be said, Sesshoumaru retreated to his office.
Kikyou smirked and hopped off the table, "I'm going to give the boss a back rub." She said it as if everyone should be jealous, but no one seemed the slightest bit interested.
Kouga, InuYasha, and Kohaku were gone in a flash to get back to work.
Rin was at her desk quickly, making phone calls to Todd's Town in regards to what his side of the deal was.
Miroku and Sango sat around for a few minutes talking--with plenty of naughty comments from Miroku and awkward silences from Sango.
Kikyou walked in Sesshoumaru's office, closing the door--for privacy matters--behind her. She walked over to him in his big boss' chair. She struggled to get a good grip on his shoulders because the chair was in the way. Sesshoumaru moved to a chair, in the middle of his office, with no back, to give Kikyou better access. She brushed his long silvery hair over one of his shoulders.
Her small hands were alot stronger than they looked. She worked at the large knots collected in the area between Sesshoumaru's shoulders. Her skilled fingers made Sesshoumaru tingle with anticipation for more. He was too tired to hold back a moan, and Sesshoumaru knew he caught Kikyou off guard because she had stopped her ministrations for a split second.
"You have to try not to stress out so much," Kikyou instructed him, working her fingers on his neck.
"Uh huh," he agreed absentmindedly, drunk with the pleasure this simple massage brought him.
Complying to her flirty ways and taking advantage of her boss' weak state, Kikyou leaned over his shoulder and, with her hand, turned his face to hers. He was smiling, which was rare.
He stared into her eyes and for the first time, saw her as more than an employee or more than the office slut. Before she could do it first, he kissed her. She hadn't expected this to happen. She kissed him back though, with a passion she hadn't known existed.
Within seconds of the simple kiss, Kikyou was sliding her tongue into the confines of Sesshoumaru's mouth. She tasted his essence, explored his mouth, and wrestle her tongue with his. She moved herself so she could sit in his lap, where she could feel the growing truth that he was enjoying this.
Her hands had his coat, and then his tie, off in seconds and were working on unbottoning his undershirt. Sesshoumaru's hands were lazily wrinkling her skirt, feeling up her thighs and her ass. His skilled hands wandered up her flat stomach to her breasts, where they fondled, caressed, and squeezed endlessly. He unbuttoned her shirt about halfway down.
Kikyou was pulling his shirt off his sleek shoulders and the door opened. The two looked over, eyes wide and guilty, each like a kid who was caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Rin stood there, face bright red from what she had walked in on. "I-I-I'm so sorry!" she squeaked and quickly left, closing the door behind her.
Wanting to apologize to Rin for having to see that, he motioned Kikyou to leave. She buttoned her shirt and rubbed her hands down her skirt to flatten it out. She left without saying a word, it was awkward, even for her.
Sesshoumaru clothed himself, straighteneing his shirt the best he could. He walked out of his office and over to Rin's desk. "I'm sorry, you shouldn't have seen that." He was staring at a stapler, feeling awkward.
"I should have knocked," her face was flushed and she didn't even glance up.
"No, I should have locked the door. I'm sorry," he composed himself back as boss. "What was it you wanted to see me about?"
She thrusted papers up at him, still not looking up from her work. "Two people called for you."
He took the notes and looked at her scribbled writing. He laughed inside and nodded to her, "Thank you."
"It's my job."
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The day dragged on with no really exciting events, other then when Miroku found out what had happened earlier with his keen lecher skills.
"So, you slept with the boss?" he asked Kikyou casually, making sure no one was around.
She spit out her coffee that she had been sipping, "What?" She wiped her mouth and stared wide eyed at him.
"Did you get a raise? And I don't mean money," he winked and laughed at his own perverted joke.
"How did you find out?" she was scared the whole office would know.
He gestured to her wrinkled clothes, "Keep an iron handy." He turned to go.
"Wait," she grabbed his sleeve and turned him back around, "nothing happened. Honest, we were... interrupted." She glanced towards Rin's desk.
"I see," Miroku nodded, turning to go again.
"Wait!" she stopped him again. "Don't tell anyone!"
"Fine," he agreed and turned and went back to work.
Something about his "fine" just wasn't all that convincing to Kikyou. She had to find a way to keep him quiet.
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To be continued...
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A/N: I hope you liked it. Next chapter will be up as soon as I type it. It will be Kagome's first day! Hehe, that'll be fun! If anyone has any suggestions/questions/comments, please feel more than welcome to email me at !!! The more reviews I get, the faster I'll update! n.n
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any other copyrighted material mentioned.
Basic storyline: Alternate reality. Humans and demons live together in the modern world. The InuYasha cast work for Dress-up Demons, one of the most famous clothing stores in Tokyo. The group must strain to work on the same floor and deal with trivial work issues and complicated love affairs.
Characters and their love lives as of now--------
Sesshoumaru: The boss, very proffessional and enjoys using his money to his advantage. No one knows, but he has feelings for his dorky assistant, Rin and the maid Kagome.
InuYasha: Works for his older brother, only because it's the family company. He works in the advertisement section. He's desperately in love with Kagome and Kikyou.
Kikyou: (Kagome's twin sister... should add an interesting twist) She answers the telephone for the company. She doesn't know quite how she feels about InuYasha or Sesshoumaru. She hits on every other man she sees.
Kagome: She's the maid--nothing more, nothing less. She sees InuYasha as something more than a friend, and is jealous of Kikyou because she's so flirty.
Miroku: He works as photographer of all the pretty models. He confesses his undying love for Sango (as well as every other pretty lady that crosses his path...).
Sango: Models for the women's line of clothing, whether it be winter fur coats or slutty swim wear. She has the hots for Miroku, though she won't admit it.
Kouga: He designs the majority of the clothing, because he has an eye for good fashion. He loves no one but Kagome, or is it Kikyou?
Rin: Answers Sesshoumaru's private calls and leaves his memos. She feels she must obey Sesshoumaru no matter what, which could get her in trouble. She likes the salesman, Kohaku.
Kohaku: Works in the sales of the clothing, mainly because he's very persuasive. He likes Rin, and shows it but won't say it.
Kagura: She works in the bottom floor of the building, in the company's bar and grill, as a bartender. She likes Kouga, but she just wants someone to love her.
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Chapter 1... Dirty Office (Warning: Lime, mild language)
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"Rin!" called the calm, though harsh, voice of the boss from his office.
"Yes, Sesshoumaru-sama?" She squeaked just loud enough for him to hear through the closed door.
He walked out of his office, whipping his head back and forth before stopping his gaze on his personal assistant. "Why are my awards so dust- ridden?" His voice was lingering with a tone that said they should have long been cleaned, and she was responsible.
"I-I'm sorry," she bit her lower lip and glanced nervously at objects on her desk, avoiding her boss' accusing stare.
"Give her a break," came the smooth voice of the young Miroku. He patted his boss on the back and shot him a knowing smirk. Sesshoumaru was always so hard on poor Rin, she was still new. Miroku walked away with a camera in hand to do a shoot, he was mumbling "I love the summer... so many swim suits!"
Almost embarrassingly, Sesshoumaru admitted his wrongful accusation, "He's right, I shouldn't be so hard on you." Sighing, he held his chin in thought. "What do you propose we do? I can't have my office looking like a filthy mess, but you need to remain here to answer my calls."
Shyly, Rin spoke up, "Perhaps, if I may suggest, we get a maid?"
Sesshoumaru froze in thought, rubbing his chin as he went over the possibility in his mind. His thoughts were interrupted as Kouga walked out from his large office. Sesshoumaru dropped his hands to his sides and awaited what Kouga had to say.
"Boss!" he called, with an agitated tone. He held two pieces of paper, fanned out with one hand, for Sesshoumaru to view. They were obviously sketches of possible clothing articles. He mumbled a few things and pointed back and forth on the papers. "So, you can see my dilema," he nearly threw the pieces of paper in frustration.
"I do," said the boss, with not even the slightest change in his facial expression. Sesshoumaru grabbed the sketches from Kouga's hand, examining them once more. "If you change this..." he pointed at one paper and then to the next. "Make this here," he pointed, "more flared. And make this," he pointed, "more like this," he pointed to the other page, "I think it'll work out fine."
Kouga paused, went over the mentioned alterations in his mind with precise visions of the finished outcome, and smiled. "There's a reason you're the boss," he stared at the papers as he walked away.
Turning back to Rin, Sesshoumaru made up his mind, "I think your suggestion is the perfect solution. Though, my only question is, where do we find one?"
Flustered at the idea of Sesshoumaru accepting her suggestion, Rin stuttered, "Maybe I-... Uh, I could just... The Yellowpages." She adjusted her glasses.
"Hm. No. That wouldn't be wise." Sesshoumaru jammed his hands into his coat pockets, trying to consider some alternate possibilities of where to locate a good maid.
Kikyou walked--strutted, more or less--over to Sesshoumaru. "Whatcha doin'?" she asked, a feisty tone on her breath.
Sesshoumaru glanced at her--she was clad in a revealing black blouse and an elegant crimson red skirt that came just above her knees; her hair was pulled in a loose ponytail. Though she was beautiful, she wasn't his type. "Shouldn't you be working?" Sesshoumaru shot her an annoyed look.
"Shouldn't YOU be working?" Kikyou retaliated, giving him the same look. The only reason she still had a job was because no one else answered phones, took notes, made appointments, and negotiated quite as good as she could. And she knew she was the best.
Sesshoumaru gave up trying to get rid of her, "We were trying to decide where to hire a good maid."
"My sister could use a job, and she cleans all day at our place anyway, so why not get paid for it?" Kikyou shrugged her near bare shoulders casually.
An angry scream came from the photgraphy room and Sango ran out. She had a towel wrapped around her, though it was evident she was doing a swim suit shoot because of the red strings tied around her neck. "Sesshoumaru- sama! Don't give him a raise, don't give him a paycheck, I don't even know why you gave him a job!" It was undoubtedly Miroku she was speaking of. Her fists were clenched so tight her knuckles were white.
"I gave him a job," began Sesshoumaru calmly, "because he is the best at what he does."
"At what he does?! Oh, okay. So, he's the best at feeling up women?" She realized her sarcastic tone was not the one to be taking to the boss. She placed her hand on her forehead and sighed. She ran her fingers through her long black hair and smiled sweetly. "Sorry," her voice was rid of the sarcasm and anger, "would you please be kind enough to make him stop?"
"Miroku," Sesshoumaru called, his loud voice echoing to the photo room.
The black-haired pervert poked his head out the doorway. "Yes?" he asked innocently.
"Leave her alone. How many times do I have to tell you?" Sesshoumaru seemed annoyed.
"My apologies, my hand slipped," he lied, and disappeared back into the room.
Kikyou turned to Sango, "He really is a pervert isn't he?" She seemed all too interested.
"Go sleep around somewhere else," Sango hissed through clenched teeth, low enough so Sesshoumaru couldn't hear.
Kikyou lowered her eyes to slits, "Just try and stop me."
"Oh, I will," and with that Sango turned and went back to work.
Rubbing his forehead to relax his fresh headache, Sesshoumaru turned but didn't look at Kikyou. "Tell her she can start tomorrow."
"Yes, sir!" Kikyou put her hand to her forehead and did a cheap imitation of a soldier.
"Now, get back to work," Sesshoumaru sighed, whirling around and returning to his office for some peace, quiet, and headache medicine.
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The lunchroom is the only safe place for anyone to talk about Sesshoumaru without him knowing. What is said in the lunchroom, stays in the lunchroom. What happens in the lunchroom, stays in the lunchroom. It's workers' policy, and everyone follows it. There have been many games of strip poker that the boss never heard of, many rumors he never knew of. The lunchroom is the gossip-zone.
It's a large recreational room. Furnished with a long, rectangular table, five chairs occupying both sides and one at both ends. There were a few junkfood vending machines, two with drinks and one with a variety of sandwiches and some fruit. There was a table with utensils, napkins and long since used, large condiment jars with push tops. Though more often than not the crew brought their own lunches or bought it from a nearby restaurant, vending machines were always useful.
Kikyou was sitting on the table, her long legs crossed. "We're getting a maid," she announced.
Only a few people seemed interested. Especially Miroku.
"A new female in the work area? Wearing a maid's outfit? AWESOME!" exclaimed the perverted photographer.
He received a smack on the back of the head from Sango.
Kikyou thought she'd add in a bit of information, "She's my twin sister."
Miroku's eyes lit up, "REALLY?!" Sango smacked him again, though far more viciously. "I mean, uh, ew. Why would I want twins?"
InuYasha looked up from his bowl of ramen and his previous advertising idea. "Kikyou, your sister's coming to work here?"
She glanced over her shoulder at him, "That is what I said, wasn't it?"
InuYasha took this in slowly, his face distorting in dread of the awkward moments that awaited him.
Kouga swallowed a bite of his sandwich and looked up from his sketch, "Is she hot?"
"She's my twin," Kikyou flipped her hair, "What can I say?"
Kouga smiled and returned to his work.
Sango was smacking her forehead on the table. Miroku tapped her shoulder and she stopped, "You okay there?"
Sango shook her head, "I just can't believe that there's TWO of her! It's not possible. I thought the world was bad enough, but now..."
"It's okay," Miroku wrapped his arm around her shoulder. His hand stayed on her shoulder for maybe two seconds before slipping down to her bottom.
Growling, Sango smacked his hand away, "Pervert!" She got up and moved a few seats away.
A bell rang, signaling lunch was over. Kikyou scooted off the table. She stopped by Miroku, looked at him with a flirty smile and swept her hand across his cheek, then left. Sango saw this and decided to do something, and fast.
Miroku stood up. "Miroku, wait!" Sango lifted a hand, signaling for him to stop.
She stood up and walked over to him slowly, making sure everyone was a ways down the hall.
Sango slipped her hands behind his neck and pulled her face to his and kissed him. She shocked herself more than anything. Miroku deepened the kiss and invaded her mouth with his tongue. He was fluently confused with what was going on, but he decided not to question it. His hands caressed Sango's round bottom playfully.
Before this got any worse, Sango pulled away, gasping for air. It took her a moment to collect what she just did.
To protect her pride, Sango reminded him, "What happens in the lunchroom, stays in the lunchroom."
"Okay. But, why did you-" Miroku started but got cut off.
"Don't sleep with that whore," she said, and walked past him and out of the room.
He knew she was referring to Kikyou, and he smiled, somehow proud of himself. "I never planned to," he said aloud, though no one was listening.
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At the discusson table, only a few people noticed Miroku's smug expression, but they waved it off as nothing. Sesshoumaru was late to the meeting, due to the fact he had fallen asleep after taking his aspirin--but no one knew that. Kikyou was seated on the table, like usual. Miroku sat by Sango, but made no obvious insinuations of what had earlier occured.
Sesshoumaru was rubbing his temple, obviously not in the mood for any goofing around. "As you may have heard," he began, his voice hoarse, "we are getting a maid. She will be here tomorrow. I expect all of you to treat her with the utmost respect," he looked particularly at Miroku.
"Don't accuse me of something I haven't done," he held his hands up, with his palms facing his boss, as if it would defend him.
Sesshoumaru paused for a long time, rubbing his forehead with two fingers. "InuYasha, are you done with the advertisement for this month's swim suits?"
"I will be when I get a photograph," he glanced at Miroku and stood up, walking over to his older brother. He held up a large sheet of thick paper, "Will this work?"
Sesshoumaru's eyes darted across the presented piece, taking in every detail. "Make the background lighter, to offset the vibrant clothing color. And do something with this," he made a circle with his finger, indicating something be changed.
"Less detail?" InuYasha asked, though it was more of a suggestion.
"Less words, less detail," Sesshoumaru decided.
InuYasha nodded and went back to his seat.
"Any other questions? Comments?" Sesshoumaru asked with a tone that meant he knew there was more, meetings were never this short.
"I need a new model for casual wear, remember?" Miroku was adjusting something on his camera and didn't look up.
Sesshoumaru mentally kicked himself, "Rin, get on that as soon as we're done here."
"Yes, sir," Rin barely whispered.
"We have a company thingy," Kikyou started. When Sesshoumaru looked at her to explain, she went on. "A picnic! Todd's Town, that one amusement park about 30 minutes from here, said we can have a free day there. Just the company. Sounds like he's kissing some ass. Only thing is, why?"
"Free clothing, dates with models, the same load of crap they all want," Kohaku said as he walked in extremely late. "Sorry I'm late, I had an obnoxious customer." He smiled at Rin, who seemed to disappear behind her furious blushing.
"It depends on what he wants, we might do it, we might not. Kikyou, keep me thoroughly updated on that, you hear?" Sesshoumaru said, though he knew she would keep him updated.
"What else did I miss?" Kohaku asked as he took a seat across from Rin.
"Nothing really," Sango smiled at her younger brother.
"What'd I miss?" He looked to Miroku for an asnwer.
Sango glared at her younger brother for ignoring her answer, then glared at Miroku for being such good friends with her little brother. Now, her brother was a pervert--though he never showed it around her.
Miroku grinned pervishly, "We're getting a maid."
Sango stomped on his foot under the table, making his face distort.
"Wanna play Footsites, do you?" Miroku's voice was dripping with naughty innuendoes, but before he could act on his insinuated remark, Sesshoumaru cleared his throat.
"If you kids would like to pay attention," Sesshoumaru gave everyone their due glares.
Kouga held up his sketch for the table to see, "This is the plan for next month's suit."
The table erupted in comments on what to change, adjust, or fix on the idea.
Kouga pulled the paper to himself possessively, "Do not ridicule my work!" He seemed truly hurt that they could find that much wrong with his masterpiece.
Sesshoumaru glanced lazily at the table, "He's right, don't ridicule him or his work. If you have a problem with it, go to him personally and talk to him. This isn't a group discussion. He's the best here at what he does, so leave him alone."
Kikyou noticed how stressed out her boss looked and gave him a sly smile, "Want a back rub?"
Not taking it as anything more than an offer to help, Sesshoumaru sighed, "Not now."
Seeing as there was nothing more to be said, Sesshoumaru retreated to his office.
Kikyou smirked and hopped off the table, "I'm going to give the boss a back rub." She said it as if everyone should be jealous, but no one seemed the slightest bit interested.
Kouga, InuYasha, and Kohaku were gone in a flash to get back to work.
Rin was at her desk quickly, making phone calls to Todd's Town in regards to what his side of the deal was.
Miroku and Sango sat around for a few minutes talking--with plenty of naughty comments from Miroku and awkward silences from Sango.
Kikyou walked in Sesshoumaru's office, closing the door--for privacy matters--behind her. She walked over to him in his big boss' chair. She struggled to get a good grip on his shoulders because the chair was in the way. Sesshoumaru moved to a chair, in the middle of his office, with no back, to give Kikyou better access. She brushed his long silvery hair over one of his shoulders.
Her small hands were alot stronger than they looked. She worked at the large knots collected in the area between Sesshoumaru's shoulders. Her skilled fingers made Sesshoumaru tingle with anticipation for more. He was too tired to hold back a moan, and Sesshoumaru knew he caught Kikyou off guard because she had stopped her ministrations for a split second.
"You have to try not to stress out so much," Kikyou instructed him, working her fingers on his neck.
"Uh huh," he agreed absentmindedly, drunk with the pleasure this simple massage brought him.
Complying to her flirty ways and taking advantage of her boss' weak state, Kikyou leaned over his shoulder and, with her hand, turned his face to hers. He was smiling, which was rare.
He stared into her eyes and for the first time, saw her as more than an employee or more than the office slut. Before she could do it first, he kissed her. She hadn't expected this to happen. She kissed him back though, with a passion she hadn't known existed.
Within seconds of the simple kiss, Kikyou was sliding her tongue into the confines of Sesshoumaru's mouth. She tasted his essence, explored his mouth, and wrestle her tongue with his. She moved herself so she could sit in his lap, where she could feel the growing truth that he was enjoying this.
Her hands had his coat, and then his tie, off in seconds and were working on unbottoning his undershirt. Sesshoumaru's hands were lazily wrinkling her skirt, feeling up her thighs and her ass. His skilled hands wandered up her flat stomach to her breasts, where they fondled, caressed, and squeezed endlessly. He unbuttoned her shirt about halfway down.
Kikyou was pulling his shirt off his sleek shoulders and the door opened. The two looked over, eyes wide and guilty, each like a kid who was caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Rin stood there, face bright red from what she had walked in on. "I-I-I'm so sorry!" she squeaked and quickly left, closing the door behind her.
Wanting to apologize to Rin for having to see that, he motioned Kikyou to leave. She buttoned her shirt and rubbed her hands down her skirt to flatten it out. She left without saying a word, it was awkward, even for her.
Sesshoumaru clothed himself, straighteneing his shirt the best he could. He walked out of his office and over to Rin's desk. "I'm sorry, you shouldn't have seen that." He was staring at a stapler, feeling awkward.
"I should have knocked," her face was flushed and she didn't even glance up.
"No, I should have locked the door. I'm sorry," he composed himself back as boss. "What was it you wanted to see me about?"
She thrusted papers up at him, still not looking up from her work. "Two people called for you."
He took the notes and looked at her scribbled writing. He laughed inside and nodded to her, "Thank you."
"It's my job."
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The day dragged on with no really exciting events, other then when Miroku found out what had happened earlier with his keen lecher skills.
"So, you slept with the boss?" he asked Kikyou casually, making sure no one was around.
She spit out her coffee that she had been sipping, "What?" She wiped her mouth and stared wide eyed at him.
"Did you get a raise? And I don't mean money," he winked and laughed at his own perverted joke.
"How did you find out?" she was scared the whole office would know.
He gestured to her wrinkled clothes, "Keep an iron handy." He turned to go.
"Wait," she grabbed his sleeve and turned him back around, "nothing happened. Honest, we were... interrupted." She glanced towards Rin's desk.
"I see," Miroku nodded, turning to go again.
"Wait!" she stopped him again. "Don't tell anyone!"
"Fine," he agreed and turned and went back to work.
Something about his "fine" just wasn't all that convincing to Kikyou. She had to find a way to keep him quiet.
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To be continued...
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A/N: I hope you liked it. Next chapter will be up as soon as I type it. It will be Kagome's first day! Hehe, that'll be fun! If anyone has any suggestions/questions/comments, please feel more than welcome to email me at !!! The more reviews I get, the faster I'll update! n.n