He was standing on the edge crest, looking over into the crater like impression made in the land. So his brother had done it. He had finally obtained the power he had wanted. His white hair whipped around his face and he turned away, his shirt pounding against his skin in the breeze. He wasn't sure how he felt, as he walked down the path leading to his car. All he knew was that there were things to attend to. Things to explain. People to call, business to attend to, you could say, if you wanted to be entirely too cliché. But Sesshomaru knew that was beyond him at this point. And all he wanted to do, as he slid into his car and started the engine, was go back to bed.
/ seven months earlier /
"Bitch! Shit! Fuck! Damn it! Whore of a bitch of a dog of a monkey of a squid!" Sesshomaru wondered at the coloration in the language. And he was about to learn the man was a monk.
"Certainly. But that still doesn't explain why you still haven't given me your insurance information yet." Sesshomaru said, looking bored and slightly annoyed. He was standing next to his car, which was smashed beyond the recognition of the elegant car it was before. Because some idiot had been backing up without looking. Or perhaps he was looking and just doesn't even know how to drive. Either was possible. For this man did not look capable of any coherent thought in any manner.
Miroku looked around sheepishly and railed at his car—a beat up Honda accord, one of those old boxy ones that look like they will fall apart if you just touched it wrong. It was cheaper looking, especially compared to Sesshomaru's black jaguar.
"You see, I'm a monk."
Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow. Did he care? Not really. He'd just like him to pay for the dent in his car. He looked at him expectantly. Miroku looked back, figured the long-haired man wasn't going to talk, so he went on.
"And…I don't have much money. So…"
Sesshomaru already knew the end of that sentence.
"No insurance?"
Miroku nodded. He pressed his thumb and his forefinger together, blushing slightly before he smiled.
"But I can take away the bad spirits in your home. For free. Of course. That goes without saying."
Sesshomaru was not impressed. He looked at him for a second before he said.
"And you obviously don't have the money to pay me in cash?" Miroku nodded his head a bit. Sesshomaru sighed to himself. This was becoming more of a problem than just the car. He rolled his eyes and looked down at his watch. Late. Already. Brilliant. Sesshomaru took out his cell phone and dialed his house number.
"Jaken?...No, I do know I'm late… Yes, that's fine they called… Indeed… I will be there soon. Someone will be arriving at the house in a cab. His name is…" Sesshomaru looked over at Miroku and gave him an expectant look. The man coughed and mumbled,
"Miroku Kitamura," before he gave him a confused look, as if he had just realized that there was something going on that involved him.
"Miroku Kitamura." Sesshomaru repeated. "Yes, I want you to find him something to wear, and give him something to do. He owes me money and he will work it off."
Sesshomaru closed his cell phone shut and looked down at Miroku. He opened the door to a cab and deposited him inside, closing the door.
"Take the cab." He leaned over and handed money and the address to the driver before he stood back up and walked away, going down the street. Miroku paused.
"Hey, wait…what?" He yelled, wondering what the hell just happened. He got in a car accident, he explained the monk story, he exacted some of his confused charm…yeah, and he checked the list, nothing written down about being an indentured servant to some pretty man/woman thing with white hair! Miroku fumed and yelled down the street. "Get back here, you yellow livered son of a muskrat!" But the cab was moving. Miroku grit his teeth.
Sesshomaru kept walking. He hailed a cab on the next block over and got inside, going to his office. Yes. At least things were still going his way. He wasn't really late for the meeting—someone else was later than him. In fact, it seems that the person didn't even show up at all. A one Miroku…Kita…mura?
Sesshomaru looked down at the business cards he had been holding and gripped them tighter. He had been having phone calls back and forth with a one Miroku Kitamura for about two weeks. He hadn't connected the names, since he always got to the point in the negotiations where he was referring to the person as their last name only. Since it was a very common name, he hadn't even batted an eye when that…monk had left this morning. So, that old Honda toting dirt bag was the man he was trying to get to sell him his shrine in order to build a new shopping center?
His long, thin fingers gripped the business card and he bowed shortly to the men in the room as he went to his office. He had to go about this in a different manner. Kitamura was probably angry and abused. Perhaps if he played it just right he could…
Sesshomaru allowed himself a smirk once more. Yes, this was a good day. All he had to do was play the right cards and nothing would matter after the merger was closed. He had to enlist his asshole brother, but he could easily win him over. Nothing could stop this now.
He allowed himself a light chuckle and leaned back in his chair. Sesshomaru picked up his phone and dialed his home again. Jaken picked up, sounding irritated.
"Jaken. Has the package arrived?"
"Yes sir." He replied quickly and groaned.
"Alright. I need you to explain to him that I work at home. But I was visiting my brother, Inuyasha Shino's work." Jaken made a gurgling sound on the phone. "Jaken, do it now."
Irritated he had to repeat himself; he hung up the phone and gathered some files. He wrote an e-mail explaining his absence to personal matters and then got up to leave. He had to pay a visit to Inuyasha. And by the looks of it, things would still go his way.
He straightened his tie and walked out, using the black limo he had stored in long term parking. He never needed it, usually, since he liked driving himself around, but sometimes occasions called for a limo. He rang up his driver and he was downstairs before he got there. Sesshomaru nodded. Yes, things were going his way. He got into the car and leaned back against the plush leather interior. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself one more smirk for the day. He would get that shrine. It was the last of the tenants on the list he needed to evict. But because it was a religious place of worship, he needed the owners consent to the land. And he would get it. All he needed was the help of a certain black-haired individual and his plan was in motion.
Once again, he straightened his tie and leaned back. Yes, for the one Sesshomaru Shino, things always went his way. It was the way of the world.
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I'm back. This might take a while to write, but we'll see. As you can see, I'm sort of exploring the yaoi side right now. Don't flame. If you don't like this, give it up. People will write what they want to write. Go read something else if you don't like it.
Chapter two to come. Will Sesshomaru be able to persuade Inuyasha? And on what grounds? And what is Miroku doing in Sesshomaru's house?
Enjoy.
MC