Based off of a true story.
Summary: When his friend begged him to help her send a text to her newly acquainted foreign boyfriend-to-be, he had thought it was a one-time thing. Obviously it wasn't. Curiosity quickly sprouted, but at the end of the day, who was really doing the talking?
Dirl
by sherlocks.
dirl—(v.) to thrill, to vibrate, to penetrate; to tremble or quiver
"You're kidding, right?" He gave his long-time friend an incredulous look. She couldn't be serious. Who would ask that of someone anyway? Sure, they were buddies, but there should still be some hint of something called personal boundaries in their relationship.
"Oh, come on, Inuyasha! Please?" When all she got was a twitch to the lips, she tried her last tactic. She wasn't one to lose. Especially when there was some hot ass on the line. Here come the excessively fluttering teary lashes coupled with a subtle forced blush that no living form could deny…
More like the okay-I-get-it-get-out-of-my-face-before-I-commence-urinating-in-my-pants look, Inuyasha corrected. He sincerely hoped that face wasn't the reason the poor target in question had given his number away. "It's just that your English is so much better than mine and I really, really want to get this guy interested in me. I don't want to come out as stupid…"
Inuyasha looked away, reluctant to offer his hard earned intellect for such an idiotic reason. But when the pain in his arm became too great to bear, thanks to stupid Kagome's unnecessary pulling, he gave in. Besides, what harm would one text do? He would just be acting as translator anyway, nothing big.
"Fine, fine, just shut up already. What do you want me to say?" He grumbled as the phone was practically shoved into his face.
"This is my first text, so um, I guess I just wanted to say hello. I wonder if he even remembers me? Oh god, Inuyasha, he was so hot, I bet you would have been interested, too." Unlikely, Inuyasha scoffed. No offence, but if Kagome liked him, that alone told him enough. Their tastes in partners (and sometimes friends) rarely ever coincided and even gay men had their types. He could say with absolute confidence that none of Kagome's boy toys thus far fell under the category of potential lovers. Not even close.
Deciding that answering her friend would not be the best of ideas since he was in no mood for a hissy fit today, he directed his full attention to writing a proper text, fluency included:
'Hey, cutie. This is Kagome, we exchanged numbers last night at 'Club Infinity'. Just wanted to drop a quick hello and here's to hoping you still remember my sweet little face.'
Inuyasha snickered. If he was going to be thanked for sending these kinds of messages, he could definitely get used to it.
"Okay, done! Here." He remarked, satisfied, as he shoved his friend's cell right back and proceeded to leave the café and sprint towards his workplace. "The bill's all yours for the trouble! Let me know how it goes!" He waved back. Man, lunch break should really be longer.
Before entering the office, Inuyasha made sure he looked presentable. He was known as a perfectionist—the best secretary around—if only at his workplace, and whenever he could, he lived up to that reputation as best he could. It was the only way he could gain respect in this vicious field.
There were several reasons why he chose this profession despite being quite capable of being so much more, but perhaps the most compelling reason was the sheer trust he was able to gain from every satisfied employer. The high he felt knowing that he was someone who others could rely on without a single doubt was simply the best feeling in the world. He honestly felt no shame in lusting for it like a desperate dog in heat. After all, those who were most needed held the highest power. Trust meant information, and information meant strength. In the eyes of his superiors and his colleagues, he may be a mere lapdog, but at the end of the day, he was the top-dog wearing underdog's fur.
The adrenaline rush was just incomparable to anything else. Anticipating another dose soon, Inuyasha straightened his back and entered the building with the confidence of a king.
He reviewed his current placement during the slow elevator ride up, seeing as how it would be ending soon. It was always rough around this time as his employers often requested extensions for his stays. Sure, he was competent, but it was against his personal policy to renew contracts. It was essential that he moved on to another company before he lost interest.
He shivered.
He discovered rather early on in his career that this was his one and only weakness. Once he loses interest, he becomes completely useless—lazy, insecure, intellectually defected on more levels than one, lacking of common sense and completely neglectful of health and hygiene. What of his cleverness, his wit, his precious coherency?
Fuck no.
He was never going to go back to that again. EVER. Emphasis on that last part.
Thankfully, his contract, which currently belonged to the newly formed Druxy Industries, lasted for only 2 more menial months. He now had a vast amount of information on Druxy (to be recorded later), so there really was no more reason to stay. True to the elite assistant Inuyasha's most notorious reputation, he had brilliantly polished a raw and unknown company to a shine rivaling that of a 3000-carat diamond.
Damn, he was good—he smirked as he made his way out of the elevator and into his prim office located directly to the right of the company president's.