Er...I am indeed a terrible, esecially for posting something other than what I SHOULD be posting. But this idea has been swimming in my head for a few months and it suddenly grew in complexity. This chapter is pretty basic and there are several ways in which I could go, but trust me, it will all turn out in the end. For now, enjoy the somehwat sane musings of Sesshoumaru. Thanks and happy reading!
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Chapter 1: Hanata
Sesshoumaru growled lowly as he cast an evil glare towards the ceiling of his apartment. He was at it again, the damned maniac. Stomping and cavorting around as if it wasn't three o'clock in the morning. Lucky for the bastard, Sesshoumaru kept some pretty strange hours himself.
Nonetheless. It takes a pretty rude person to traipse around on the upper level of an apartment at all hours of the day.
He'd written letters, slid them under the jackasses' door, complained to the landlord. Done everything short of go knocking on the door of suite 508 himself. Sesshoumaru didn't want a confrontation.
No; unlike his unruly younger brother, Sesshoumaru would much rather connect no face to this mysterious Hanata that lived above him.
Of course this guy was a complete ass and had no consideration for anybody, so he wouldn't be able to appreciate the almost saint-like control Sesshoumaru showed towards him. "Kami-sama above, enlighten the fool," Sesshoumaru would always say after a particularly nasty bump or crash from the apartment above.
His girlfriends, and there had been several, were all driven insane by the sounds. They couldn't stand to be around the place at night, and that's why they had always left. Always leaving him alone with Hanata to torment him with the obvious fun he was having is stark contrast to Sesshoumaru's loneliness.
At least, that's what Sesshoumaru told himself.
The latest one had bought a pair of ear-plugs, surprisingly enough, and managed to sleep like a worn-out child every single night. So maybe there was hope for the relationship yet. As it was, Sesshoumaru couldn't really find a taste for her, but the sex was pretty good, so he'd just let his upstairs neighbor drive her off like all the others.
Women were a passing fancy to him anyway, so they're constant passing through his life like a revolving door hardly made him blink. The few constants he'd ever had in his life were the things that made his existence nightmarish.
His brother. Hanata.
A particularly nasty bump sounded from above and Sesshoumaru almost winced. Massive footsteps came next, and he narrowed his eyes. Stupid damn Hanata.
He had already examined all the possible ways in which a single person (or maybe two, whispers that treacherous voice in the back of his mind) could make, and he determined that he was leaving beneath a dancer. Yes, a dancer.
Anyone throwing their weight around like that must've been skilled in the art, for though the noises were sudden, they sometimes started a familiar rhythm that Sesshoumaru could not ignore.
If Hanata was dancer, why didn't he have a studio? Comes the familiar whisper.
These sorts of questions could have a normal person doubting their conclusion, but Sesshoumaru determined that Hanata was a single person dancer living rudely above him. That was how Hanata would stay.
Where am I going with this, you say? Hmm...it is hard for even me to see. This is based really rather loosely on my own experiences with dealing with very LOUD very RUDE upstairs neighbors. I am posting it in installments to a) reinspire myself and b) to get myself used to writing chaptered things again. I know doesn't seem like much, but it will get interesting, or at least in my mind it will be interesting. Anyway, I hope that I have sparked some inquisitive, creative mind that wonders what happens next. So please review.
And now a note concerning RWI: I AM TRYING!! I shudder to even look at the date that I last updated, but please believe that I have been working furiously in school and devoting some time to the story. I had some writer's block, but a slight ray of intuition hit me a while ago; now I the problem is trying to figure out the best route to go. So just...don't lose hope on me just yet. I'm getting there.