Eyes Wide Shut- Chapter 1
By: miki-chan
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. (sob, sob) (cry, cry)
"Hey, you still alive in there?" Kagome hollered across the living room of the cozy two bedroom apartment. She paced back and forth while fumbling with her keys, occasionally pausing to glance at the framed photo hangings on the cream colored walls.
"I'm coming!" A voice cried from the farthest bedroom. "UH! I'm in wardrobe hell here! I hate it when I can't find anything to wear!"
"Okay… 'I'm coming' means about ten more minutes," Kagome mumbled to herself. And she only does this about every single time we go out.
Sango was a pure perfectionist to the core; from the meticulous way she cleaned her bathroom to her choice of outfit in the morning. If only she could be more of a stickler about being punctual.
It had taken herself less than ten minutes to dress, tame her wavy hair into a loose bun and apply a coat of mascara to her lashes before she was out the door. Damn, she loved being low-maintenance. It significantly lessened the amount of uneeded stress in her life.
The woman would show up late to her own wedding. In her mind's eye she pictured Miroku standing at the alter with a dumbfounded expression on his face and giggled out loud at the mental image.
Since grade school Kagome had known her best friends harbored strong feelings for one other. Miroku's incessant groping…Sango's terrifying jealousy… She suspected it was only a matter of time before they tied the knot. That is, if that baka, Miroku, would stop dragging his feet. Her lips naturally pursed to the corner of her mouth as she contemplated.
She can just forget about having a relationship of her own any time soon. At this point in her life it would be too overwhelming-- and she wasn't just saying that because she was lonely. A favorite past time of most bitter women in their mid-twenties was to dillute themselves into believing they weren't interested in men because they'd rather "focus on their career". Bull shit. The fact of the matter was that the majority of them did desire some male companionship, yet chose to conceal their loneliness behind a mask of ambition and independence.
She wouldn't deny the fact that she longed for such a thing at times... It would be nice to have that someone special to come home to at the end of the day who she could talk to and confide in (who didn't have breasts). Though, at present, the love of her life was art. For years it had been her dream to open up a gallery of her own one day. Unfortunately, although she possessed the talent and drive, an obstacle that couldn't be helped stood in the way of her and her heart's desire.
Money.
Oh money…the necessary evil that helped make the world go round. Yet, despite the less than impressive amount of funds sitting in her bank account she kept a cheerful disposition and worked hard for a job that didn't pay nearly enough. Whenever she became impatient her mother always reminded her that great things took time.
Overall she was doing well for herself and had managed to maintain a comfortable lifestyle that suited her basic needs, while allowing her to carefully setting aside a small sum of money each month toward her dream. One day, though perhaps not in the near future, it would happen.
"What were you giggling at?—I heard giggling." Sango peeked her head out from the corner of the hallway, curiously scanning the room.
Kagome shrugged her shoulders. "I was just talking to myself," she said a matter-of-factly. "Nothing out of the usual."
"Oh good…" Sango sighed, an over-exaggerated look of relief on her face, "It's only my creepo friend that talks to her self. Comforting."
Her tone of voice hardened. "And here I thought it was my pervert boyfriend--who had THE GALL the other day, to go snooping through my underwear drawer," she said through gritted teeth.
Kagome winced. She could just imagine the beating Miroku received for pulling a stunt like that.
"Yep. He's sporting two black eyes now," she said crisply, holding two fingers in the air.
"I went through them to make sure they were all accounted for and guess what was missing?--Hm? Any idea?" After years of friendship, Kagome knew that her friend would answer her own question in just a moment. Whenever Sango was fired up about something she tended to ask a lot of rhetorical questions to get her point across and wasn't expecting to get any responses to her questions. Playing dumb, Kagome just gave her a clueless expression.
"You remember that see-through leopard print thong you gave me as a joke last year for my birthday?"
"No...way." Kagome's eyes were wide with recognition and she started to giggle uncontrollably. "He didn't…"
"You bet your bottoms he did. I can't find it and I know that baka took it! Oh god… I don't even want to think about what he's been doing with it!"
"You'd think he'd learn by now how to treat a woman. Especially when he has one that can beat him up."
Sango raised a brow thoughtfully. "Yeah... I'm beginning to think that within that twisted hentai brain of his he finds it kinky," she said with her face twisted as if she was sucking on something sour.
She paused and her face suddenly became stone serious. "Kagome, I swear... if than man has any plans of reproducing in the future…"
SK
He was twenty-nine years old, handsome, wealthy, powerful, and in peak physical condition. His diet consisted of healthy gourmet meals and he maintained his sculpted physique through regular visits to his private gym. He couldn't recall a day in his life when he was ever sick and had never suffered any disabilities mentally or physically. Women swooned at the sight of him. Men envied him. He was the embodiment of male perfection and was well aware of it.
Nothing ever rattled the stoic businessman. He got what he wanted, when he wanted it and very rarely--if ever, did things occur that were beyond his control. For the first time, Sesshoumaru Taishou faced a fate whose will surpassed his own.
It was an upsetting obstacle. An inconvenience that threw his whole life off balance… and yet compared to the majority of people who woke up completely blind, he was dealing with the situation beautifully.
Even the best eye-specialist in Japan was puzzled by his sudden unexplained blindness. There were innumerable plausible causes for his present condition, but none could solve his current predicament. At present it could go either way. His vision could return the following day or remain thus for the rest of his life.
If his current ailment was permanent then there was no question but to accept it with grace and move on. He did not allow himself to bend under any pressure or dwell on things for which nothing could be done. That was his nature and it was these defining qualities which made him who he was.
A survivor.