Perfection Ages
Past Chapter 1: Perfection Ages
The beat pounded frantically in a rhythmic, mood setting boom of base. As faceless figures ground together he sat back stoically, his head resting on his long fingered hand. His thoughts jumbled in his head uselessly; there was nothing new to worry about. No new questions to answer. No land he could conquer without repercussions. Not for another 5 years at least. The business world was usually quiet unless too much was gained or lost. It was a line he knew not to cross. After all he didn't like the unneeded attention, he already got enough.
Though a perfectly sculpted blonde danced on the bar in front of him his thoughts weren't on this woman. Glancing through his silver bangs his pale golden eyes swept over her short skirt and tube top; their metallic silver caught the dim light of the dark club, blending her into its metallic splendor, until he met her flirty, empty blue orbs as she smirked. He smirked back in amusement 'She thinks she has seduced, I, Sesshoumaru. Foolish human.' Though centuries had weathered his hatred into tolerance; the lack of demonesses requiring them to replace their perfection; he still retained his labels of the lower beings. His eyes dulled slightly as the past ran fresh into his head. Not wishing to reminisce he did what he always did, distracted himself.
Shortly the presumptuous blonde had vacated her pitiful throne and threw herself at the demon as they started to dance. Her body pressed into his as they swayed to the beat, heat swirled around them fiercely as sweat dripped from the crowd. It wasn't enough; he could feel his blood boiling as his memories refused to simmer below the surface. Like a shot to the head the battlefield was recreated in front of him, blood and mud under his claws as his gigantic form loomed over Kouga, Inuyasha, and Her... He refused to think about this again as he rested his hand on her hip as the other smoothed her back so she arched into him. His eyes met hers as he examined his catch, the empty eyes were full of shallow intensity and lacking in character, a blush was forming on her cheeks, she was rather pretty for a human. With another jolt he could see Her again, that black haired woman spread out on the ground blood staining her body; torn clothing barely covering her... Her heart beat caught his attention as it pulsed faster in response to his hands caressed her flesh and his eyes examined her body.
She was his bitch now. She was practically begging him to kiss her though her pride wouldn't let her ask. Though his interest was slipping fast, he still had some hope of her break. His hand slipped from her hip to her thigh and lifted her leg over his so their hips were closer; he could feel her inner heat now, his other hand laced into her thick hair. A final jolt rocked his mind, she was screaming, her form invisible in unforgiving darkness… "Kiss me," rang out just loud enough for him to hear. He remained stoic as disappointment seeped into him, there was no amusement or sense of victory as another arrogant woman was brought to her knees.
15 minutes later he was alone in his office -his hair still ruffled from rushing through the cold night's air- swirling alcohol contemplatively in his ivory cup, the same one he had used yesterday and the day before that. Images still flooded his mind. Silence created a tense aura around the room that reminded him of his castle. His lost castle. His destroyed castle. 'It is all her fault.' With another swig of alcohol he turned on his computer. The dull hum resounded loudly about the room as it loaded. Documents automatically popped onto the screen, messages. Sesshoumaru ran a hand through his shorter hair, utterly disgusted by how much he had been forced by society to cut off, as he read. A smirk appeared on his face. 'I Sesshoumaru have found you.' With that he downed his drink, vengeance would soon be his. What at first had been an idea had spread into an obsession as centuries passed like years. But now he found her….all he had to do was bring her to her knees.