It was finally going to happen...
Rin Takarama's slender hand clutched the mouse loosely, allowing the cursor to hover over the prominent blue Send button.
She'd twiddled away a whole five hours over a resume that should've only taken half an hour to finish, because she had no job experience prior, nor had she participated in social clubs during high school.
So her resume was...meh.
But with a hopeful heart, that would change.
"Wait!" Kagome Higarashi exclaimed, reading the short list of info on the screen, "That's all you have?"
At twenty three years old, Kagome was somewhat of a mentor to the barely legal girl.
Rin shrugs and sighs, " gotta start somewhere."
Takarama shakes her head. There was No Way she would get a decent paying job with this. Luckily for Rin, Kagome always knew how to improvise.
"Scooch." She mutters, gently pushing Rin from her seat.
The shorter woman scoffs as her best friend highjacks her chair. Crossing her arms over her chest, she leans to her left, peering pensively at Kagome as her fingers fly fluidly over the squared keys.
"What are you doing?," she asked perplexed.
" Getting you a job."
It took her a couple of minutes to realize what she doing and once she did, she swatted Kagome's shoulder lightly.
"You can't lie on my Resume!"
"Oh Rin," Kagome giggled, " such a stickler for rules."
As she typed away, she used information that she could remember from her own, old resume. She had a job already, so she assumed this wouldn't hurt.
Worried now, Rin nibbles her lip as she watches the words form quickly on the screen.
"My typing skills are not that fast!"
"Neither are mine."
"And what's this?!", she yelped, "I don't have any experience with filling or bookkeeping!"
"Relax Rin," Kagome laughed as she looked over her typing for any misspelling," it won't matter much."
She twirls in the chair to face her, grinning. "I just gave your resume life, you'll thank me later."
Rin sighs heavily, and let her hand slide down her face. As presumptuous as Kagome was, she could be right. Maybe a little exaggeration would be needed.
"Alright, but if I don't get any job offers then I'm back to square one." She explained, feeling mildly optimistic.
Rin considered herself lucky because of her parents. Very well versed and financially fit, The small family did well for themselves. Her mom an distinguished lawyer and her dad a well know architect. They raised her with good intentions, and yet...
"How long until your parents, ya know... let you go?," Kagome asked softly, knowing it would hit a nerve with Rin.
"You mean stop paying my way?," Rin laughed dryly,"I have a week."
Kagome shook her head softly, sobering up to the unusual situation.
Her and Rin met in college. They had become fast friends after just seconds of meeting each other. Rin had confessed to Kagome that her parents were not as easygoing as they seemed. Of course they wanted the best for her, but it was at their decree that she attended college and work hard to become a Surgeon.
A surgeon, when Rin truly wanted to be a teacher.
Unwilling to let her folks down, Rin gave it her best, but after the third year of schooling and stressing herself to tears, she found her heart wasn't truly into what she was slaving away for.
So with a little help from Kagome, she gained the confidence to tell her parents that she no longer wanted to become a surgeon, but a teacher instead.
Rin blinked her gentle brown eyes at her reflection in the mirror across the spacious bedroom.
"They told me to reconsider my 'silly' idea and they would welcome me back home." She narrowed her eyes in the reflection, an angry tear began to seep from the corner of her eye.
She knows she shouldn't, but she couldn't help but feel some type of way about this situation.
Her voice trembled with raw emotion as she spoke, " How dare they throw me out just because I want to do what I've dreamed of doing?!"
Kagome released a sad sigh as she looked back over the resume. She wanted nothing but the best for distraught friend.
"Well, just remember that you're a grown and very mature woman," she explains, twisting to shoot her best friend a dazzling smile, "Once we find you a job, they should stay off your back and quit gripping so much."
" I doubt it," Rin muttered, "but it'll make me feel better."
Kagome nodded, "Right."
Time had progressed and Kagome had submitted Rin's resume to three promising sites. She sent up a silent prayer as she stretched from the chair, rising to her tippy-toes and reaching into the air.
"Hey, wanna get a bite to eat?"
Kagome asked, "I'm starving."
"Well," Rin started as she rose from her comfy, pillow top mattress, "I went shopping yesterday..."
She jumps up suddenly, spooking Kagome.
"Let me cook for you!"
Kagome becomes excited and her smile mirrors Rin's. She slips from the room and into the kitchen all the while chatting happily about miso soup.
Rin was one of best cooks Kagome had ever had a pleasure of knowing. Some days during college, Rin would surprise her with a delicious homemade dish and it was always one of Kagome's favorites.
"Oh Rin, you spoil me." Kagome chuckled as she followed her to the kitchen, watched as she gets onto her step stool to open the cupboard.
"Well, if the fates allow it, you will have spoiled me with a good job." Her childish giggle was contagious.
Later that Evening
"The food was delicious!," Kagome sighed happily, patting her stomach in a content manner, "and thanks for the leftovers, this will come in handy at work tomorrow!" She exclaimed happily and Rin blushed at the sincerity behind her words.
"It's no problem Kagome, be careful going home."
Kagome backs out the cherry wood door as she replies,"yes ma'am, talk to ya soon!"
She watched from the doorway as Kagome shuffled toward her car, parked neatly in front of her apartment. She deposited her stuff in the passenger side and waved goodbye before she hopped into the driver seat.
Smiling ear to ear and feeling a lot less like a disappointment, she skips inside to prepare a shower and get ready for bed.
It had been a rather productive day for a Sunday.
The Night Shift
"S-esshomaru...," a pretty woman with pouty red lips moaned breathlessly as said man's attentive mouth trailed south. Touching and forming to the contours of a slim neck, his lips whisper down to rest softly against the crook. He tuned himself to the feel of her life's blood pulsating in time with her escalating heartbeat.
Overwhelmed with lust, the woman squirmed in his embrace and becomes feverish with want.
"Sesshomaru, please," she begged him, angling her head to the side, inky black strands fall to it, exposing a pale shoulder in the moonlight.
"Hush." He speaks in a low timbre, raising his head to penn her small stature with an un-nerving stare.
He was loosing his patience, jerking the woman from the floor and onto his desk. She was starting to annoy him...to a point.
Entangling his slender yet masculine fingers into her sable tresses, the mysterious being know as Sesshomaru Taisho anchors her head to the side until it was almost painful.
But the love sick woman is used to it and it's as she gathers her hands into his crisp navy dress shirt to hold on for dear life when his fangs pierce deeply into her neck.
"Ah!"
Her gasp is sharp and quick but she feels no pain...only pleasure. Her mouth gapes open as her hands become weak and loose their grip. She goes limp with pleasure as Sesshomaru feeds in a slow languid manner.
He had been having a pretty rough day at his workplace and he considered it worse when hadn't fed that afternoon. Chaos had reigned for hours until he could settle things in the only way he knew how-termination.
And now he was down a secretary and a financial advisor. They had misplaced some very important parcels of information that his company needed for reliable stock records.
So they were held accountable. And they were fired. He was forced to skip his afternoon meal when he had to replace what was missing and explain the mishap to the companies broker during the meeting that unfavorable afternoon.
However, overlooking his regretful Sunday blunder, he felt as if something else was amiss. Something that he assumed would have happened eventually.
The blood he savored on his tongue did not hold the same rich flavor as it once had, and this revelation had instantly spoiled his hearty appetite.
The woman is putty in his arms and sags helplessly against his chest when his fangs retreat from her skin.
He didn't bother healing the marks, nor cleaning the bloody smears against her neck.
He just looked at her.
"Kikyo."
Glossy, dark brown eyes slide to met with an intense pair of amber flares.
"Yes..sir?" She slurs, still drunk off the fading euphoria and loopy from the blood loss.
"You may leave."
He backs away from her and the desk, fixed his collar and fluidly re-buttons his shirt.
"A limo will take you home."
An uncomfortable silence settles around the couple. She gathers herself and fixes the clothes on her person. Within the cool space of his office, goosebumps rise on her arms and her cheeks carry an embrassing twinge of red as she slowly walks toward the door.
"I'll see you tomorrow night sir?," hesitantly meeting his severe gaze, trying to keep some of the hope from leaking into her eyes.
"I'm afraid this will be the last time Ms.Wantanbe."
The blood that ran hot for him moments ago grew cold as Kikyo nods curtly, instantly disheartened. Grabbing the handle she swiftly opens the door and with her head held high, saunters proudly from his quarters and into an emptied office space.
She remains thankful that she still had her job, unfortunately she couldn't say the same for Ayame, his other secretary that had gotten fired that afternoon.
'"I'm afraid this will be the last time Ms.Wantanbe."'
The words seemed to play on repeat in her head. He had basically cut her off and Kikyo was shook.
Inevitably, she had become, dare she say addicted to his touch and that intoxicatingly smooth timbre in a matter of days.
She was a junkie for his bite, that wonderful toe curling sensation as he would feed. Ecstcay at the highest degree...
A feeling she could only procure from him, and now a feeling she would have to go without. This would become a problem and if not dealt with properly, a difficult problem she would need to fix...in order to reclaim her new fix.
'Sesshomaru Taisho, don't count me out just yet,' she thought determinedly, slipping into the back of the limo, plotting her return back into her overseer's arms.
After he was free of her, he took his seat behind the desk. The moonlight haloed his fine ivory mane perfectly, framing his suit laden body in a soft white glow as he finished what he hadn't earlier. He opens the browser on his laptop, looking forward to finding better help.
'Yes,' he thought evenly, 'I suppose it time for some new blood on the Night Shift.'
A/N: Hello my good people, I just wanted to put this out there; I'm trying to get back into writing...
So it's been kinda rough start this year, but I'm gone try to push out something, so I'm hoping this right here will help with my muse.
I hope you guys enjoy and more details will be in later chapters.
Lol this is a cellphone series cuz I still have no computer... so sorry for any misspellings.