I'm trying out a new story. If it doesn't work out, I'll delete it but if you like it, let me know.
-Crims0nfire
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Sesshomaru Taisho was not happy. He sat in his office glowering at the contract his fool of a business partner was supposed to sign months ago, only to tell him that he would not cooperate with Inu Corp. Sesshomaru had put billions of dollars on the line for this partnership and he was seething, knowing both his money and time had been wasted.
But no matter, the fool was bordering on bankrupt anyway. It was he who would benefit most from this deal and he all but threw it away for a seemingly better deal with Sesshomaru's business rival, Ookami Inc.
No. Sesshomaru was not one to idly sit by and be made a fool of. That was Unacceptable.
Reaching over his huge mahogany desk, he all but destroyed the intercom by the amount of force he used. "Kagura. My office." Sesshomaru's deep, cold voice filled the intimidating room.
On cue, his secretary, Kagura, marched in the office. Her hair tied up in a high chignon. Her black, sultry eyes peered at Sesshomaru from beneath her eyelashes and her blood red lips quirked up in a seductive smile. Her usual attire consisted of an impossibly short, red pencil skirt and a black button up blouse. Her heels echoed in Sesshomaru's office as she walked to stand in front of his desk.
Kagura peered at the man she worked for. Sesshomaru knew she had come in, but nonetheless continued to sort through his paperwork. God knows how long Kagura has been trying to seduce him. But Sesshomaru brushed her off every time. Yes, she was open with her body to the extent that she could walk around nude and be completely comfortable, but she was good at her job and that was the only thing Sesshomaru needed.
"If Takashi Yoshiro contacts this company again, loan him as much money as he demands." Sesshomaru ordered, still not bothering to look at Kagura.
"I don't understand sir. I assumed we would no longer associate with him for business?" Kagura said.
"I do not pay you to assume Kagura. You are dismissed." Sesshomaru replied coldly.
"Yes sir." Kagura bowed and exited the room.
Sesshomaru leaned back in his chair and glared at the offending contract. The bastard would eventually loan himself into a debt he will not be able to pay. When that time comes, Sesshomaru would strip the man of everything he owned.
Oh yes. Sesshomaru was every bit of the ruthless businessman the media had tagged him to be, and then some. It was no wonder why he was so successful. He owned Inu Corp., a multi billionaire company, and was the most sought after man in Japan. Women flocked to his feet with hopes of fulfilling their lust for both him and his money. And yes, Sesshomaru took great pleasure in crushing those hopes.
A few hours and mountains of paper work later, Sesshomaru was getting ready to leave. Most of his employees had long since gone home, the only ones remaining were the janitors.
"Jaken, bring the car." He demanded coldly over the phone. Finally done with his work, he searched for the coat of his suit and walked out the door of his dark office. The janitors he passed bowed and stared after him in what resembled awe.
He walked to the elevator and noted how annoying the music was. He would have to change that. The soft 'ding' of the elevator brought him out of his ever-concealed thoughts. He walked out into the lobby. The dark room was deathly silent and the powerful taps of his Italian shoes were the only sounds heard.
Pushing the rotating doors Sesshomaru walked out into the cool night air. The pitch darkness of the night was slightly lessened by the dim flicker of streetlights. The light bounced of the sleek, shiny black coat of the Ferrari parked in front of where he stood.
A short, stout man stood by the door and bowed. His bald head gleamed from the light, his large, straight nose twitched with nervousness, and his pointed mouth fixed in a grim line. His black tux had not a single wrinkle on it. The man could be considered a dwarf with his short three feet height. But by some unknown miracle, the small man proved to have sufficient driving skills.
"Lord Sesshomaru." He murmured lowly as he opened the car door. Sesshomaru said nothing as he entered the car. Jaken closed the door cautiously and rushed over to the driver's seat as fast as his short, toddler-like legs could carry him.
Sesshomaru leaned back into the soft cushioning of the leather seats and listened to the soft hum of the car as it started and moved down the street. Sesshomaru stared outside the tinted window.
He watched impassively as the blur of the dim colors passed by. The few individuals who were still out pointed at the car as if they had never seen anything like it in real life.
The car slowed down at a red light and Sesshomaru continue to scan the outside. It moved again once the light turned green only to come to a screeching halt. Sesshomaru would have slammed into the back of the front seats if he had not grabbed the door handle in time. He glared at Jaken and only grew more furious when he was ignored. Jaken stared out in front of him, astonished.
Sesshomaru growled. "Are you so eager to lose your job?"
Hearing his boss' angry, low voice Jaken snapped out of his stunned reverie.
"O-oh! My apologies Lord Sesshomaru! I just…almost ran over something."
"You almost give me a concussion for fear of running over a mere cat?! Are you out of your mind?!" Sesshomaru roared incredulously as his golden eyes flashed dangerously.
Jaken stayed silent, thinking over what he would say so he could still retain his job.
"Drive." Sesshomaru commanded, daring Jaken to defy him.
"But Lord Sesshomaru-"
"Drive!" He roared once again.
"…I mean no disrespect Lord Sesshomaru, but…that is no cat."
Sesshomaru was beyond irritated. He growled as he forcefully opened the door and stepped out angrily. He walked to the front of the car and Jaken crouched lower in his seat to hide from his wrath.
Sesshomaru expected a cat. He expected a dog. He even expected a fucking tree to stand in his way of getting home and gaining the peace he deserved. He did not expect a bloody blanket to be covering a small bump.
He frowned and walked slowly to the bundle. He was suddenly filled with an overwhelming curiosity and it shocked him. But nonetheless he crouched down to the bump and the smell of blood and flowers wafted into his nose.
He reached towards the bloody blanket and gently pinched a non-bloodied section to slowly pull the blanket away.
The first thing he saw was long ink black hair that would have blended with the night if not for the way it caught the light of the streetlamps. Next, he might have seen the face of an angel because for a second, he believed he had. The milky skin of the girl had been bruised as if it were beaten repeatedly. Her long sooty eyelashes framed her cheeks. Sesshomaru ached to see the color of her eyes. The tip of her button nose was tinged red from the cold. That was when Sesshomaru realized she was shivering and sweating profusely. Her breaths came in short heavy pants. Her brows were drawn together in a pained expression. Her pouty lips had been busted but still maintained their red, pouty shape. He was completely captivated and pulled the blanket further, eager to see more of her. She wore a white plain shirt that had been splattered with blood. His eyes trailed from her long slender neck to the swell of her breast and they lingered there for a second before he moved on to the lower part of her body. Like the top, the lower section of her body was also bruised and bloodied. The long white skirt she wore clung to her long legs as a result of the blood and sweat that drenched part of the cloth.
'A fallen angel.' Was his first thought. He spent minutes just looking at the girl. She was young. '…And so…innocent.'
All his previous irritation gone, Sesshomaru was suddenly filled with the urge to protect this girl and keep her by his side. He continued to stare before his muscular arms gathered her in his arms. The feel of her soft body against his hard one and her warm breaths against his neck excited him in a way no other woman had ever managed to do.
He rushed back to the car with her in his arms. He climbed inside, careful not to hurt her. Once in the car, he clung to her possessively and used a callous hand to brush aside a strand of black hair from her face.
Jaken watched the whole time, mouth agape. He wasn't sure if the person behind him was his boss. He was about to speak when what Sesshomaru did next floored him: He gently brushed the girl's face. The words he had intended say were now stuck in his throat, choking him.
Sesshomaru finally spoke, "Drive."
All Jaken could do was obey. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl. From the way Sesshomaru gazed at her, he knew that his lord would never let her go.
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When they reached the house, Jaken let out a relieved sigh. The whole time, Sesshomaru gazed at the girl in his arms and every time Jaken hit a speed bump, drove too quickly, or brought the car to a screeching halt, Sesshomaru would glare at him and threaten not only his life, but also the life of everyone he knew.
Sesshomaru all but ran out the car and into his estate with the girl in his arms. He almost mowed down the only maid he had; and old woman named Kaede who gave Jaken a questioning look when he came waddling in. Jaken could only shrugged. They both stared at the lord they served; the same one they had never seen run since they started to work for him.
Sesshomaru raced down the marble hallway and only slowed when he reached the stairs. He walked hastily to his room and laid the girl gently on the large, red satin, bed. When she was safely in his bed Sesshomaru belatedly realized what he had just done. He questioned why he had done everything did from the moment he pulled aside that blanket.
He glanced at the girl once again. The girl had curled up in a shivering ball. He got his answer. He wanted to protect this girl. He wanted to keep her by his side. He wanted this angel for himself.
Her black hair splayed out around her. She looked so small at the center of his bed and Sesshomaru decided she belonged there. The blood that stained her skin and clothes blended in perfectly with the red satin sheets while the milky-ness of her skin and the unstained white of her clothes contrasted the sheets.
Yes she was an angel.
But she was an angel that was now in the hands of the devil.
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-crims0nfire.