Disclaimer: The day I own Inu Yasha is the day pigs fly and money grows on trees
Author's notes: This is my first fic written in first person. It's not my usual style and any perfectionists with corrections can just go away. I don't need it perfect fic, just something I like and enjoy, hopefully other people will too. Please just enjoy the fic and leave imperfections to be imperfections, nothing is complete without flaw, except Sesshoumaru. Oh almost forgot in all my fics containing Sesshoumaru usually have a two armed Fluffly. This one is no different.
Slight Warning This is a Kagome/Sesshoumaru fic. I've made up my mind on that and I'm not changing it. Attempts at psychoanalisis because of this is welcome.
Tention filled the air as soon as I'd walked in the door. With each step a resounding click echoed forth from the black, strappy sandals I'd worn. With a hand I quickly smoothed the turquoise silk button down blouse I'd worn, damn it was already wrinkling. Silently I cursed myself for not taking an extra minute to iron it longer. I absently picked a few stray cat hairs from the black near form fitting skirt I'd worn that day.
Treading softly I strode up to the front desk, ringing the bell. As I waited I took a moment to admire the room I was in and couldn't help but think dear god Sesshoumaru had money. The floor was made of... something I was no geologist but it looked somewhat like black marble or obsidion but who made floors out of that? They'll only be steped upon and cleaned and stepped upon and cleaned until the lost their shine. That's when I decided they must be fake. The walls were a bland shade of white or cream it was hard to tell, the colour was so in between. Flouresent lights ran along the cieling. It was hard to believe that this was just the entrance hall. It was so... big. Soon the woman at the desk looked over to me.
"Here for your interview?" She said droning on in a monotone, made it seem like her job was actually hard or something.
"Umm yes" I said softly, not wanting to make a bad impression so settling for making no impression at all.
"Fifteenth floor, follow the signs" She handed me a number and I took it, looking down I found I was number 165. Damn it I was going to be here a very long time. At that moment as I walked to the elevator I realised that I should have taken up Sango's offer on getting me an exclusive interview, high level connection you know. It was a bit too late now. I sat down in the nearest chair, not anticipating the long wait ahead. Aparantly I had released a deep sigh and whoever was next to me had noticed.
"Hi. Name's Kouga."
I turned to look at the man beside me, he waved. So it was him who'd spoken.
"Kagome, Kagome Higurashi"
He smiled and pointed to a sign up on the wall, 'Now serving #1' it read. Damn I was in for a very long wait. What I didn't know was that this day would change my life... forever.
The doors swung open and in walked the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. I know it's not really proper to call a man beautiful but nothing else fit him. He seemed so... perfect, inhumanly perfect. Yes, it was a bit scary at first then I recagnised him. Sesshoumaru. He'd been on T.V. last night. Sango, my best friend from highschool had told me about him. She'd said he was absolutly breath taking and she was right. Sesshoumaru was the owner of Sesshoucorp. and his day currently consisted of interviewing some of us. I was one of them. Whether this can be called extreem luck or deadly misfortune is for you to decide I'm just the one telling the story.
Finally two greuling hours of waiting leter I got in to have my interview. I walked through the large double oak doors and came face to face with the most beautiful man alive. he was just sitting there at a desk with the name plate with the name 'Miroku' on it, This was not Miroku he was Sesshoumaru, Miroku was this guy that Sango had been sweet on for the longest time. Somehow she could never muster up the courage to ask him out. Sesshoumaru was utterly breathtaking up close, yes he was always handsome but close up he was... magnificant was all I could think of. His long silver tresses lay loose and it took all of my imagination to try and figure out if it really was as soft as it looked. How I longed to just reach out and touch his hair. Yes, I know exactly how crazy that sounds. His eyes were mesmerising, an odd but beautiful shade of gold. His face showed no emmotion nor did his eyes. Sesshoumaru, it appered was unfeeling but I thought other wise. Optimism was not always a trait of mine but something told me there was some feeling behind the tycoons cold front. Behind him stood the familliar face of the one who owned the desk, Miroku.
Miroku wasn't bad looking but he was no Sesshoumaru. He had his medium length black hair tied back and even I had to admit that he had the most amazing violet eyes I'd ever seen. He motioned for me to sit and I obliged, the sandles I'd worn were begining to take their toll on my feet. There was little I could say about Miroku's office. It was very... bland. The walls were white the floor was blue office carpet. When I say office carpet I mean the kind of carpet you'd expect to find covering certain parts of Walmart or the kind that covers the floor in a big office place where nobody has a door just a cramped little cubicle. I was in a cheep little office chair, covered in blue felt.
I put my resume down on the table and slid it towards the stoic young man in front of me. I was almost shocked that he could be so young. Sesshoumaru had started the company at age 19, a year after getting out of school. He'd made so much money in just 6 years. Sesshoucorp was now the company everyone bought their technology from.
"You're 19?" Sesshoumaru questioned. Obviously I'd zoned out a bit and hadn't noticed that he'd taken my resume and had begun to read it, quietly.
"Yes"
"I see"
From that tone I thought for sure I'd lost the job, all I'd applied for was to be a secretary. One look at my application and I paled. The box for secretary was empty, so was executive secretary. I'd checked the box that read 'Personal Secretary to Mr. Sesshoumaru'. Honestly I felt like rpping it up and saying 'never mind I've changed my mind' but my pride said 'no'. I'd gotten out of worse and the chances of my not getting the job were quite high. How wrong I was.
My interview lasted long enough to earn me several glares upon exiting the room. I'd been told that if I didn't recieve a call within three weeks them they were sorry but I hadn't recieved the job. Honestly I didn't want the damn job. Oh yeah almost forgot they gave me the whole 'don't call us, we'll call you' line too.
As soon as I got home to my apartment I took off the wretchid shoes and desided that I was going to take a shower. I wanted to wash away all of the perfume, makeup and shame of checking the wrong box. I lay the outfit carefully on my bed, after all I'd bought those things especially for this interview but I didn't know then just how little I'd need them in my life. I showered quickly, wraping myself in my robe afterwards.
Upon exiting the bathroom I sat down on my couch and fliped on the television. My living room, like Miroku's office is nothing to marvel at. I have a few small, wooden end tables with lamps that have matching green shades on them. I have my couch which used to belong to my parents. It's this horrible shade of olive and once I get a job the first thing that's going is that horrible couch. It's in good condition but I hate it. It's too cushy for me, when you sit in it, if just envelops your ass, thighs and sometimes if you're light enough it'll creep up on your hips. I'm light enough. My walls are a very light shade of spring green and I love it. There's a big shelf thing too filled with pictures of my family, friends and a few trips too.
Two weeks later, still no call. Honestly I was begining to think that as soon as I'd left I had lost my chance at EVER getting that job. I was at Sango's house when the topic of my job status came up. We were in her sitting room which has these beautiful floral print loveseats, simply sipping tea like old women. I mean it too. I don't even like tea very much either.
Sango is a very pretty woman. She's capable of doing much better than that hentai Miroku but she loves him. She has long straight black hair that I've envied forever. It's glossy and beautiful. She has choclate brown eyes and fair light skin but not so light that it could be called pale. She sat across from me and she'd finally come up with the topic I dreaded, Sesshoumaru.
"So... who interviewed you?"
"Miroku and Sesshoumaru"
"Sesshoumaru?!?! He only interviews people who's jobs will actually affect him, not regular secretaries"
"I applied for the wrong job. I applied to be Sesshoumaru's personal secretary. I haven't been called back yet. I don't think I got the job"
"Oh well at least you got to see him up close. Isn't he gorgeous?'
"Yes, he's... wow"
"Ooh Kagome's got a crush" Sango said, teasing me
"Do not!" I said defiantly but inside I knew it was true, Sango was right.
"That is so not true" She said smiling devilishly. Something was up. I knew it.
Soon the week draged on and it had been three weeks since my interview. I lay on my beds new black comforter, serfing the net for job openings when I got the call. The phone rang and I went to get it. Picking it up I said a tentitive "Hi?" A man who sounded very important spoke back. What he said would be important.
I got the job.
It was safe to say I wasn't anticipating Monday.
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So ends chapter 1. I'm expecting at least 10 reviews before I reach chapter 3 so please rr
Author's notes: This is my first fic written in first person. It's not my usual style and any perfectionists with corrections can just go away. I don't need it perfect fic, just something I like and enjoy, hopefully other people will too. Please just enjoy the fic and leave imperfections to be imperfections, nothing is complete without flaw, except Sesshoumaru. Oh almost forgot in all my fics containing Sesshoumaru usually have a two armed Fluffly. This one is no different.
Slight Warning This is a Kagome/Sesshoumaru fic. I've made up my mind on that and I'm not changing it. Attempts at psychoanalisis because of this is welcome.
Tention filled the air as soon as I'd walked in the door. With each step a resounding click echoed forth from the black, strappy sandals I'd worn. With a hand I quickly smoothed the turquoise silk button down blouse I'd worn, damn it was already wrinkling. Silently I cursed myself for not taking an extra minute to iron it longer. I absently picked a few stray cat hairs from the black near form fitting skirt I'd worn that day.
Treading softly I strode up to the front desk, ringing the bell. As I waited I took a moment to admire the room I was in and couldn't help but think dear god Sesshoumaru had money. The floor was made of... something I was no geologist but it looked somewhat like black marble or obsidion but who made floors out of that? They'll only be steped upon and cleaned and stepped upon and cleaned until the lost their shine. That's when I decided they must be fake. The walls were a bland shade of white or cream it was hard to tell, the colour was so in between. Flouresent lights ran along the cieling. It was hard to believe that this was just the entrance hall. It was so... big. Soon the woman at the desk looked over to me.
"Here for your interview?" She said droning on in a monotone, made it seem like her job was actually hard or something.
"Umm yes" I said softly, not wanting to make a bad impression so settling for making no impression at all.
"Fifteenth floor, follow the signs" She handed me a number and I took it, looking down I found I was number 165. Damn it I was going to be here a very long time. At that moment as I walked to the elevator I realised that I should have taken up Sango's offer on getting me an exclusive interview, high level connection you know. It was a bit too late now. I sat down in the nearest chair, not anticipating the long wait ahead. Aparantly I had released a deep sigh and whoever was next to me had noticed.
"Hi. Name's Kouga."
I turned to look at the man beside me, he waved. So it was him who'd spoken.
"Kagome, Kagome Higurashi"
He smiled and pointed to a sign up on the wall, 'Now serving #1' it read. Damn I was in for a very long wait. What I didn't know was that this day would change my life... forever.
The doors swung open and in walked the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. I know it's not really proper to call a man beautiful but nothing else fit him. He seemed so... perfect, inhumanly perfect. Yes, it was a bit scary at first then I recagnised him. Sesshoumaru. He'd been on T.V. last night. Sango, my best friend from highschool had told me about him. She'd said he was absolutly breath taking and she was right. Sesshoumaru was the owner of Sesshoucorp. and his day currently consisted of interviewing some of us. I was one of them. Whether this can be called extreem luck or deadly misfortune is for you to decide I'm just the one telling the story.
Finally two greuling hours of waiting leter I got in to have my interview. I walked through the large double oak doors and came face to face with the most beautiful man alive. he was just sitting there at a desk with the name plate with the name 'Miroku' on it, This was not Miroku he was Sesshoumaru, Miroku was this guy that Sango had been sweet on for the longest time. Somehow she could never muster up the courage to ask him out. Sesshoumaru was utterly breathtaking up close, yes he was always handsome but close up he was... magnificant was all I could think of. His long silver tresses lay loose and it took all of my imagination to try and figure out if it really was as soft as it looked. How I longed to just reach out and touch his hair. Yes, I know exactly how crazy that sounds. His eyes were mesmerising, an odd but beautiful shade of gold. His face showed no emmotion nor did his eyes. Sesshoumaru, it appered was unfeeling but I thought other wise. Optimism was not always a trait of mine but something told me there was some feeling behind the tycoons cold front. Behind him stood the familliar face of the one who owned the desk, Miroku.
Miroku wasn't bad looking but he was no Sesshoumaru. He had his medium length black hair tied back and even I had to admit that he had the most amazing violet eyes I'd ever seen. He motioned for me to sit and I obliged, the sandles I'd worn were begining to take their toll on my feet. There was little I could say about Miroku's office. It was very... bland. The walls were white the floor was blue office carpet. When I say office carpet I mean the kind of carpet you'd expect to find covering certain parts of Walmart or the kind that covers the floor in a big office place where nobody has a door just a cramped little cubicle. I was in a cheep little office chair, covered in blue felt.
I put my resume down on the table and slid it towards the stoic young man in front of me. I was almost shocked that he could be so young. Sesshoumaru had started the company at age 19, a year after getting out of school. He'd made so much money in just 6 years. Sesshoucorp was now the company everyone bought their technology from.
"You're 19?" Sesshoumaru questioned. Obviously I'd zoned out a bit and hadn't noticed that he'd taken my resume and had begun to read it, quietly.
"Yes"
"I see"
From that tone I thought for sure I'd lost the job, all I'd applied for was to be a secretary. One look at my application and I paled. The box for secretary was empty, so was executive secretary. I'd checked the box that read 'Personal Secretary to Mr. Sesshoumaru'. Honestly I felt like rpping it up and saying 'never mind I've changed my mind' but my pride said 'no'. I'd gotten out of worse and the chances of my not getting the job were quite high. How wrong I was.
My interview lasted long enough to earn me several glares upon exiting the room. I'd been told that if I didn't recieve a call within three weeks them they were sorry but I hadn't recieved the job. Honestly I didn't want the damn job. Oh yeah almost forgot they gave me the whole 'don't call us, we'll call you' line too.
As soon as I got home to my apartment I took off the wretchid shoes and desided that I was going to take a shower. I wanted to wash away all of the perfume, makeup and shame of checking the wrong box. I lay the outfit carefully on my bed, after all I'd bought those things especially for this interview but I didn't know then just how little I'd need them in my life. I showered quickly, wraping myself in my robe afterwards.
Upon exiting the bathroom I sat down on my couch and fliped on the television. My living room, like Miroku's office is nothing to marvel at. I have a few small, wooden end tables with lamps that have matching green shades on them. I have my couch which used to belong to my parents. It's this horrible shade of olive and once I get a job the first thing that's going is that horrible couch. It's in good condition but I hate it. It's too cushy for me, when you sit in it, if just envelops your ass, thighs and sometimes if you're light enough it'll creep up on your hips. I'm light enough. My walls are a very light shade of spring green and I love it. There's a big shelf thing too filled with pictures of my family, friends and a few trips too.
Two weeks later, still no call. Honestly I was begining to think that as soon as I'd left I had lost my chance at EVER getting that job. I was at Sango's house when the topic of my job status came up. We were in her sitting room which has these beautiful floral print loveseats, simply sipping tea like old women. I mean it too. I don't even like tea very much either.
Sango is a very pretty woman. She's capable of doing much better than that hentai Miroku but she loves him. She has long straight black hair that I've envied forever. It's glossy and beautiful. She has choclate brown eyes and fair light skin but not so light that it could be called pale. She sat across from me and she'd finally come up with the topic I dreaded, Sesshoumaru.
"So... who interviewed you?"
"Miroku and Sesshoumaru"
"Sesshoumaru?!?! He only interviews people who's jobs will actually affect him, not regular secretaries"
"I applied for the wrong job. I applied to be Sesshoumaru's personal secretary. I haven't been called back yet. I don't think I got the job"
"Oh well at least you got to see him up close. Isn't he gorgeous?'
"Yes, he's... wow"
"Ooh Kagome's got a crush" Sango said, teasing me
"Do not!" I said defiantly but inside I knew it was true, Sango was right.
"That is so not true" She said smiling devilishly. Something was up. I knew it.
Soon the week draged on and it had been three weeks since my interview. I lay on my beds new black comforter, serfing the net for job openings when I got the call. The phone rang and I went to get it. Picking it up I said a tentitive "Hi?" A man who sounded very important spoke back. What he said would be important.
I got the job.
It was safe to say I wasn't anticipating Monday.
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So ends chapter 1. I'm expecting at least 10 reviews before I reach chapter 3 so please rr
