By: Lunar Kitty
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A/N: Okay, I've been writing this fic for quite some time in my cheapo dollar store notebook (BTW the dollar store rocks) and my sis has been begging me to post it. She says it's even better than Beast, which it probably is, seeing as I've gotten WAY off track with that story. I've started writing it in a notebook too, so I can list my plethora of ideas in a way that I can understand! LOL! Anyways I hope you all enjoy this fic, it's the exact opposite of Beast. Enjoy! - LK
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Chapter One: Business Cards
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The lithe little neko demon tapped his claws in annoyance on his computer desk, work forgotten. The aura in the office these days was so thick and miserable you could touch it.....and it was all because of him.
His gaze turned, resting upon the inu-youkai...correction, inu-hanyou at the desk across from his. He was tall and muscular, but not bulky enough to be slow. He had a thick mop of silver hair, with the fiercest golden eyes the neko had ever seen. A pair of dog ears drooped atop his head, his eyes staring blankly at the building plans drawn on the paper before him.
Everyone who came near him immediately paused in whatever they were doing to pass in reverent silence. Conversations ceased as soon as you stepped on the 28 floor, home of the architectural division of Shin Industries. The neko sighed, fingering a small, white business card in his hand. Steeling his nerves, he abruptly stood up, all eyes in the office immediately riveting upon him, save those of the hanyou. He walked without a sound to the inu's desk, stopping about a foot away. No sense in taking risks with a guy like this one.
"Look, Inuyasha..." he said, nervousness entering his voice as the drooping ears centered in on him, clawed hands gripping the edge of the mahogany desk tightly. "I know you're going through a tough time right now, but you're starting to worry me. Here." he said, placing the slick white card on the desk, small black print barely visible, "This is my cousin's card; she's a really great psychiatrist. I'm sure she could hel..."
The neko was suddenly cut off by the hanyou's fierce growl. "I don't need to see a shrink pussy cat!" he snarled, one hand reaching behind him to pull his wallet from his tailored dress pants. "Look, you see this?" he hissed, holding up a handful of rectangular cards practically identical to the one the neko had placed before him. "Eima W. Hacko, Psychologist. Fugiwara Mihina, Loss Consultant. M.L.H.C - Mate Loss Help Council. Even a freaking HUMAN association!" he roared, holding up a card that read, "Widowers Support Group".
"I don't need your help dammit! Why can't you people just leave me alone?!" he practically screamed, claws digging gouges in his desk. With a heart- wrenching half-snarl, half-sob he tore out from behind his desk, knocking a picture frame from its perch near the edge. In less than a second he had made it to the stairs, setting off the fire alarm as he slammed open the door to leave the office.
The neko, still in shock and slightly peeved due to the fact that water from the sprinkler above him was on, gently reached down to pick up the smashed picture frame. Its glass had shattered, distorting the image inside. A young woman with long, ebony black hair stared back at him, haunting brown eyes shining with laughter. A traditional kimono fitted her slim form, its red and white flower pattern making her pale skin almost glow with an earthereal light.
She almost looked like a ghost.
The neko shook his head sadly, his own ears now drooping in sadness. In a depressed fashion, he ran one of his clawed fingers over the fragmented glass.
"Kikyo, why did you have to leave him?" he whispered, a single tear dripping down his striped cheek to splatter on the glass, distorting the face beyond recognition.
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A/N: Sorry it's so short guys, but it's just the intro! I've got four chapters rough drafted so far, so R/R and tell me what you think, ok? And yes, this is an Inu/Kag fic. She'll enter the scene around the third chapter. - LK
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A/N: Okay, I've been writing this fic for quite some time in my cheapo dollar store notebook (BTW the dollar store rocks) and my sis has been begging me to post it. She says it's even better than Beast, which it probably is, seeing as I've gotten WAY off track with that story. I've started writing it in a notebook too, so I can list my plethora of ideas in a way that I can understand! LOL! Anyways I hope you all enjoy this fic, it's the exact opposite of Beast. Enjoy! - LK
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Chapter One: Business Cards
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The lithe little neko demon tapped his claws in annoyance on his computer desk, work forgotten. The aura in the office these days was so thick and miserable you could touch it.....and it was all because of him.
His gaze turned, resting upon the inu-youkai...correction, inu-hanyou at the desk across from his. He was tall and muscular, but not bulky enough to be slow. He had a thick mop of silver hair, with the fiercest golden eyes the neko had ever seen. A pair of dog ears drooped atop his head, his eyes staring blankly at the building plans drawn on the paper before him.
Everyone who came near him immediately paused in whatever they were doing to pass in reverent silence. Conversations ceased as soon as you stepped on the 28 floor, home of the architectural division of Shin Industries. The neko sighed, fingering a small, white business card in his hand. Steeling his nerves, he abruptly stood up, all eyes in the office immediately riveting upon him, save those of the hanyou. He walked without a sound to the inu's desk, stopping about a foot away. No sense in taking risks with a guy like this one.
"Look, Inuyasha..." he said, nervousness entering his voice as the drooping ears centered in on him, clawed hands gripping the edge of the mahogany desk tightly. "I know you're going through a tough time right now, but you're starting to worry me. Here." he said, placing the slick white card on the desk, small black print barely visible, "This is my cousin's card; she's a really great psychiatrist. I'm sure she could hel..."
The neko was suddenly cut off by the hanyou's fierce growl. "I don't need to see a shrink pussy cat!" he snarled, one hand reaching behind him to pull his wallet from his tailored dress pants. "Look, you see this?" he hissed, holding up a handful of rectangular cards practically identical to the one the neko had placed before him. "Eima W. Hacko, Psychologist. Fugiwara Mihina, Loss Consultant. M.L.H.C - Mate Loss Help Council. Even a freaking HUMAN association!" he roared, holding up a card that read, "Widowers Support Group".
"I don't need your help dammit! Why can't you people just leave me alone?!" he practically screamed, claws digging gouges in his desk. With a heart- wrenching half-snarl, half-sob he tore out from behind his desk, knocking a picture frame from its perch near the edge. In less than a second he had made it to the stairs, setting off the fire alarm as he slammed open the door to leave the office.
The neko, still in shock and slightly peeved due to the fact that water from the sprinkler above him was on, gently reached down to pick up the smashed picture frame. Its glass had shattered, distorting the image inside. A young woman with long, ebony black hair stared back at him, haunting brown eyes shining with laughter. A traditional kimono fitted her slim form, its red and white flower pattern making her pale skin almost glow with an earthereal light.
She almost looked like a ghost.
The neko shook his head sadly, his own ears now drooping in sadness. In a depressed fashion, he ran one of his clawed fingers over the fragmented glass.
"Kikyo, why did you have to leave him?" he whispered, a single tear dripping down his striped cheek to splatter on the glass, distorting the face beyond recognition.
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A/N: Sorry it's so short guys, but it's just the intro! I've got four chapters rough drafted so far, so R/R and tell me what you think, ok? And yes, this is an Inu/Kag fic. She'll enter the scene around the third chapter. - LK