Author's note: New fiction again! Without even finishing the last two? ...Yup, unfortunately, I just liked the new idea (despite its lack of originality) so much that I have to get it going before I loose touch with it. But that doesn't mean that I won't continue the other two fics, no? =]
Just a heads up, if you stumble in here looking for some yaoi, I am sorry to say that you are in the wrong place. O: But if you're still curious as to what will happen, by all means, you are welcomed to stay and enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the InuYasha cast. All rights belong to Rumiko Takahashi and the respective producers.
~Chapter 1: Monochrome~
Black and white.
The two universal colors that was common and recognized by all cultures across the world.
The colors grace his room: the black carpet, the black leather chair in the corner, the white walls, and the white lamp – with an occasional addition of gray that escaped the confines of the monochromatic scheme. But that was no matter to him. The gray just made it dull. Very dull. Perfect.
The dullness of the room made his clients feel further insecurity as they are offered the comforts of the black leather chair. That was why they always started spilling every single thing that their poor minds can come up with, pouring their deepest and darkest secrets to him.
And what did he do? Yes, nod and give advices in professional tones that sounded like he understood their problems. Which he did, but he didn't care enough to sympathize with them in the least bit. It was their problem after all, not his.
As the clock (which happened to have a black frame) clicked its hands towards eight, a small ring could be heard down the hallways, immediately followed by a monotonous voice.
"The client is here."
Sesshoumaru glanced up at the clock. At least the client was right on time.
"Let him come in."