Well I do not own any InuYasha characters, and I think this is the first story I have done that actually uses this time period. Yay, Go me, okay enough celebrating on with the story, and I really need to work on The Ultimate Bounty
"oh my god, how the hell have you managed to ,miss another deadline" The dark haired old woman who happened to be his editor screeched at her office in the middle of NYC. As a romance novelist he had missed yet another deadline because he lacked the inspiration, sure he had made millions already, and this book was coming along just fine, but he hit a block. He just wasn't into it anymore, the greatest novelist of this time, Sesshomaru Taisho had hit another road block, and his editor was losing it. Her eyebrows twitched in anger, the wrinkles on her face became more defined as he stood up off of the uncomfortable leather covered chair and walked out of the room.
"Don't you dare walk out of this room Taisho, don't you dare" She screamed after him but he kept walking,
"Or what Annette, will you take my book off your press?" He said the threat imminent. If that happened the company would lose a lot of money, and would regret it.
"You insolent brat." She called after him. "Who was it who got you through your first book, ,huh?"
"You but are you going to get me through this one Annette Tyler" He asked, one silver eyebrow raised slowly as he turned around to face her. He was furious, yes he had always made his deadlines, back when Kagura was still with him, but she had been his inspiration, and now she was gone, leaving for Hollywood as some rap guys girlfriend.
"Be ready to be a guest, you are moving in with someone until this book is done. The arrangements have already been made and here is your key. You are being relocated to Vermont for the next few months, your ex has already offered to take care of Rin." She said and he strode back up furiously before backing her into a wall.
"And what makes you think that I will be okay with that" He asked, his grip was going to leave bruises on her arms.
"Its either this, or the company will drop you, and take your riches with it." She said, and with that he stormed down the hall, fury adorning his brow, and amber eyes. His dark blue shirt had been neat and tidy but now with his disposition, in made his muscles ripple with more grace as he strode to the elevator. The people in line knew better then to stand there, or
get in the elevator when he was like this, for it meant sever physical harm. When the door shut, he pounded his fist into the wall, where the poster that pictured him on the cover of Glamour magazine as the hottest writer of the year adorned the wall. He shook his hand, relishing in the feel of blood coming from small cuts on his knuckles as the glass hit the floor sounding like rain. Satisfied with the pain he stepped out, and into the rain for a thunderstorm had crept up on all of Manhattan Island, and he disappeared into the darkness.