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LOOSE CANON

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I never liked Shakespeare, especially his Romeo and Juliet; I always thought it was a load of crap. I mean, how can someone fall in love with a person by just laying his/her eyes on that certain someone?

It was impossible.

But all came true when my boss, the owner of the city's largest art gallery, sent me to this rich bastard's house to deliver an invitation in person. That moment I saw him, I believed in Shakespeare and his work, but the only problem was that it wasn't love at first sight for me.

It was actually hate at first sight.

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Chapter 1

The Invitation Letter

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"Who?" Kagura Kamiya asked her boss, who owned the city's largest art gallery. She worked under her. Most of time people thought of her as the owner since she basically did everything. The placement of the art pieces, organizing exhibits and everything else that an owner should do. Her boss was only there to confirm things and events.

Today she was here with some "special news" as she recalled when she called Kagura on her cell phone earlier that day.

"Sesshoumaru Tanaka," her boss Kaguya Ito replied. "You know, the most powerful guy in the city, who owns the Tanaka Corporation, which basically is the city itself," she looked at Kagura expecting something from her, when she didn't get anything she sighed. "For goodness sake Kagura, read the newspaper will you."

"I do read newspapers," Kagura said pushing up her thin rimmed glasses. "It's just my interest lays in art, not business or politics. I only read the Arts section," she explained.

Her boss sighed again, "Anyways, as I was saying. He has interest in art too, bought about three paintings at last year's big exhibition. Those painting were quite expensive," she took a drag of her cigarette.

"How come I don't remember this?" Kagura asked.

"Because you left two hours before the exhibition," Kaguya reminded her. Kagura nodded, she remembered now. It was an emergency, her sister Yura had gotten into an accident and Kagura had to rush all the way to the neighbour city's hospital. It wasn't a big accident, nor dangerous [Yura was barely hurt, just a scratch on her head and back pain] but Kagura still ended up spending a whole week with her twin sister, who apart from their hair and eye colour, barely looked like Kagura. People could tell they were sisters but guessing they were twins was about ten percent out of a hundred.

Kaguya took another drag of the cigarette, "So, this guy is number one on our guest list for invitations, so I want you to head over to his house and personally give him the invitation," Kaguya finished up.

"And why not send one of the gallery's couriers?" Kagura asked.

"Because I want him to feel welcomed. See, last time he just showed up with a woman who was sent an invitation. I had no idea that man had an interest in art," Kaguya said as she crushed her almost gone cigarette in the astray and stood to leave. Smoking wasn't allowed in the gallery but since she was the owner, she did as she wished even when this was Kagura's office. There was always an ashtray in here for her boss.

"And how is sending me to him any different than a courier going instead?" Kagura asked as she got up from her chair and followed Kaguya out. "He's just gonna think that I'm the courier. That is, if I get to meet him in person. You said yourself that he's rich, what's the chance that he'll come and greet me personally?"

Kaguya walked around the gallery as she said, "Hm, I do believe you're right Kagura, as always. But I'm afraid you'll still have to go. The exhibition is in three days, and all the couriers are out giving invitations. I didn't give them Tanaka's since I was set on you going personally," she explained.

Kagura took in her explanation. Her boss was right; she would have to go either way. "Okay, I'll go," she said finally.

"Of course," Kaguya smiled one of her I'm-the-boss-and-you're-not smiles. "The gallery looks great. The placement of the art works are supurb as well," she complimented Kagura. "What's the theme this time?"

"Well last year we went by the medium of the pieces, the watercolour, photography, oil paint, acrylic and sculptures etc..." Kagura started. "This year we're going by the subject matter of the art piece." Kagura said. "See, on the fourth floor we have the portraits, on the third we have nature. Second has the urban related theme and finally the floor level has the abstract subject matter," she finished off as she pointed at few of the pieces on the floor they were on.

"Marvellous!" Kaguya said excitedly. "So where you planning to put the food?" She asked Kagura.

"Well that depends, I was thinking of either putting some on each floor, or one huge table on one floor. I haven't decided which one yet. But I like the idea of putting one on each floor, that way it's easier for everyone and not like the washroom system. We only have them on the first and third floor," she said.

"Well, do what you think works better, I can't wait to see the results," Kaguya said. "I have an appointment at three o'clock so I'm off now. I put the invitation on your desk, be sure to go before it's too late," Kaguya instructed as she slipped on her shades.

"Of course," Kagura said as she watched her boss exit the gallery.

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Kagura arrived at the city's biggest house-could be called mansion- and stared at it in awe. So this was where the city's most famous man lived. Someone honked behind her, she looked in the review mirror and realized there was a line of expensive cars behind her, waiting to move forward. Kagura quickly moved her car out of the way and found a parking spot on the road with thirty different cars. It seemed as if this was a special night at the mansion.

Probably a party or something, Kagura thought. Rich people have nothing else to do.

She cut out the engine and checked herself in her mirror, her ruby red eyes covered with thin black rimmed glasses-from reading too many novels in the dark during high school instead of studying- hiding the true size of her eyes. Her waist length wavy hair was pulled back in a tight bun with only her front bangs released.

She had starting wearing glasses in her senior year of high school. When everyone else studied, she read novels in the dark so her mother wouldn't know she was up all night reading romance novels instead of studying. She never needed to study too much, she wasn't aiming for 90s and paying attention in the class got her straight late 70s average. So all was good to her.

She grabbed her purse and the invitation letter from the passenger seat and exited the car. She closed the car door and straightened out her cobolt black pencil skirt. After taking a deep breath, she walked toward the entrance of the mansion. She passed the mansion's gates and stood in awe before the mansion's main entrance door. A mural matching Raphael's St. George and the Dragon was right above the doorway. She wondered which artist painted the mural that looked exactly like the original Renaissance painting.

Kagura swallowed and entered the mansion, and stood in the hallway not knowing where to go. The house was full of beautiful, rich people. Every woman was tall and beautiful that gave away the aura of a model or actoress, all in expensive designer clothing. Unlike her five-foot-three-inches, adding the three more inches from her black pumps, she was still too short for their almost six feet tall figures. Not to mention out of place aura that she gave away.

"Excuse me Miss," someone from behind her spoke. Kagura turned around and saw an elderly man around late fifties or early sixties dressed in formal suit, he gave away the aura of "butler". "May I be of any assistance to you?" The man asked.

"Oh yes, I'm from The Belle Gallery. I have a formal invitation for Mr. Tanaka for the upcoming exhibition," Kagura stated.

"Oh, come with me, I'm sure Master Tanaka will be glad to meet you. He has a taste for art," the bulter explained as he led the way.

"Yes, so I've noticed. He has quite amazing pieces," Kagura said observing every art piece she saw.

"I agree with you there," he smiled. "I'm Suzuki, the head of staff," he stopped and offered Kagura a handshake.

"Kagura Kamiya," she shook his hand and smiled. "Pleasure."

Suzuki nodded and led her to a room which looked like the main room for the guests. Whatever it was called, she wasn't sure. Well, I don't own a mansion, so how would I know what each room is called. She thought.

"Master Tanaka will be here shortly," he said and left.

Will be here shortly? How would I even recognize him, I never met or saw the man before. She looked around the huge room which was full of the same people that gave away the aura of I'm-rich-and-untouchable. She seemed to be catching everyone's eyes. Well that didn't shock her. She looked out of the place...and class. Of course she would be earning everyone's attention.

Kagura moved to a corner admiring the art pieces on the walls and ignoring everyone else. This man really did have the most amazing collection. She didn't know how long she walked from wall to wall admiring the work of art but when she turned around, she noticed that she was in centre of attention. She didn't understand at first but then saw a tall man walking toward her with two women at each side.

She knew it was him and she knew she hated him as long as she laid her eyes on him. Sesshoumaru Tanaka. Tall, handsome, silver hair, golden eyes. Expensive black Armani suit with a gold tie.

Yup, she hated him right there. He seemed too confident, too rich, too proud and that was not why hated him. It was the look he had on his face. The I'm-better-than-everyone look mixed with You-can-never-match-up-to-me look. Even the two women beside him were not touching him. It was as if he gave them the permission if they could touch him or not

So this is what hate at first sight feels like, Kagura thought as Sesshoumaru Tanaka stopped in front of her.

"Sesshoumaru darling, why are we stopping here in front of a librarian?" The woman with black hair and grey eyes to his right asked.

Librarian? That Bitch!

But she stayed quiet because it was a business deal and they were rich. Rich people had nothing else but to insult others. She insured herself.

"Is she a new maid?" The blonde one on his left asked. "She sure is playing around like a guest if she is."

Kagura was about to say something when The Sesshoumaru Tanaka spoke himself.

"Ladies please," his deep voice sounded, cold as an ice berg. "I didn't realize I had a female in my staff."

"You're telling us she's your guest?" The right one butted in again.

"That is your guest?" This one was from the left.

"Ladies, I do know quality when I see it. I do have standards, and this is a line even I will not cross," he stated coldly.

That Bastard!

If Kagura hated him before, she loathed him than anyone or anything!

Her anger flared up as if oil added to a fire, and before she could stop herself, she slapped him so hard across the face that her hand hurt the minute it touched his hard jaw.

Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and watched. The room that was roaring of music and voices was now as quiet as a dark alley and carried an intense atmosphere.

Kagura was too angry for words, too angry for anything that before anyone could say or do anything, she walked out of the room as quickly as she could without breaking into a run. She was ten feet away from the front door when someone grabbed her wrist and pulled her back until she stopped half a foot away from the man who had insulted her in front of his guests.

He stared at her through narrowed cold eyes.

"Apologize. You have no right to barge into my home and slap me in front of my guests." He stated coldly. "Apologize," he ordered.

"Look, I don't care if you're some rich bastard who controls the city or whatever, but a person who has killed millions of people would know to respect a woman," she started. "Apologize?" She let out a bitter laugh. "Then what about me? Do you have the right to insult me in front of your guest? Do you have the right to insult me just because I'm not as beautiful, or tall and any other woman in that room? Do you have the right to insult me just because I don't have fake breasts and am not wearing designer clothing? Do you have the right to insult me just because I decided to do something meaningful with my life that doesn't include showing off my body to others?"

She took a breath.

"How dare you insult me in front of all those people when I look out of the place! How dare you insult me when you don't even know me! How dare you insult me when you don't even know the reason I'm in your house! How dare you insult me when you don't even know my name! How dare you! So don't you come in front of me and demand an apology when the one who's been humiliated is me!" By the time she was done. She was panting like she ran a marathon.

She calmed herself down, "Now please let go of my hand," she said to the guy who was left speechless. Then she just stood there, staring at him, waiting for him to let go of her hand. She really had no clue how long she stood there when she started to feel his grip loosen up and let her wrist go. She took out the invitation from her purse and held it out to him.

He looked from her face to the letter she held out and then slowly took it. Without saying anything else, she left the house and walked straight to her car. She threw her purse in the passenger seat, started the car and raced away from the mansion as fast as she could.

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