Wow! I did not expect such a strong support for this story so fast. So as a thank you here is chapter 2.
Chapter 2: Problematic
He was gorgeous.
It was Adonis himself in the flesh. Matter of fact, Adonis had nothing on this youkai. He was and is the epitome of tall, dark and handsome.
Every eye followed his graceful god-like stride as he exited off the elevator, speaking on his cell phone dressed in his finest Alexander Price white suit with a red Necker Scarf wrapped around the slender slickness of his collared neck. His beautiful amber eyes where hidden from view behind a pair of black Aviators sunglasses and his long silver tresses, was tied back into a low ponytail, giving all the perfect opportunity to see the arch of angled cheekbones, high and sculpted. His lips were plump, his long elf-like ears and his small pointed nose curved in a perfect profile photo made the perfect canvas. He was the epitome of manly beauty; animatedly noticeable, but with the grace of a deity.
Every step he took exuded great quantity of resilience, power and elegance. The young, in looks, demon was a god-like beauty with skin so fair and smooth it easily can be compared to that of the finest silk. The mere sight of him caused women and men, of either human, demon or hanyou to swoon in his direction, each praying to be privileged enough to hear his liquid smooth voice rumble over their ears.
Attention on that devilish body was in high demand, without even as much him lifting a finger.
So much sex appeal floated from his aura, that woman squirmed in their seats to keep from moaning or groaning out loud. Men had to hide their lower anatomy from view, as their masculinity will be brought into question. Just seeing the fluid form of his muscular back flex, should
be a sin. It was as if he was created just to tease the world.
The whispers of want and promises at a piece of the youkai's time hummed slowly throughout the office. He could hear every syllable of those fools; wanting, desiring, coveting his every movement for their own selfish desires. But could you really blame them, being who he is.
The cell phone snapped shut as he stopped in front of his executive office suite. The eyes casually read over the golden plate plastered over his mahogany door for the past few years.
Sesshomaru Taisho
The last name itself was worth more than the whole country of Japan, definitely more than the people in this building and neighbouring and rivalling companies.
At the appearance of 24 years old (though centuries older) and already running the entire Western Taisho Corporation of Technological and Cultivating Research and Development, some would consider it a record breaker being able to successfully command and managed a powerhouse company at such an age. However those who knew the clan well enough knew that such a feat was not impossible with such blood running through his vein. Leadership seems to run in the Taisho clan's veins.
He was no exception having earned his rightful place amongst his grandfather, father, mother and step-mother. Yes, a prodigy only destined to for even more greatness in his wake.
"Good morning Mr. Taisho," greeted a brunette haired, brown eyed young woman. "I have your mail as well as the list of today's appointments, sir."
On a reflect-like motion, Sesshomaru held out his hand for the small stack of mail from his secretary and only half listening to the rambling of the week's scheduling of meetings, appointments, formal parties, luncheons, community functions, etc. The norms of his basic work life barely anything to put a bother in.
After listing out the most important part of this week's schedule, and reminding him of a one o'clock interview he had later today, a small nod confirming he had heard all that he wanted to, he disappeared into his office. The dark Aviator sunglasses found a corner on the edge of his desk and the white blazer was tossed to a beige plush couch by the far wall. Sesshomaru strolled around the desk, clawing through the useless and profitable letters with his face set in stoned facial.
Nothing would deter him from the usual routine he adhered to when entering his office. The leather chair was pushed back with a shoe clad foot and pulled in by the same, the calendar on his desk were missing their previous days and today's date was on top. Three signature pens – blue, black and red – were retrieved from the top right draw, a hand sized red notepad from the lower left drawer appeared all were placed by the keyboard.
This was the same routine for the past few years. Every morning of every single day, 365 days and 366 of the year, seven days a week.
His eyes stayed glued to every notice of interest – disregarding unwanted or trivial matters – while skilfully operating the key mouse; all done with the precision and accustomed knowledge of what was to be done and how it was to be executed.
One letter in particular caught his eyes, addressing the upcoming campaign party for the newest labelled partner with the neighbouring corporation. Eastern Taisho Enterprises. Hn, so little brother finally decided to promote a side partner? It only took, 5 years plus an extra three months? Sesshomaru himself had already enlisted a partner within 2 years abroad. It just goes to show who the better manager of their company was. That letter was placed in the area he associated trash to be in.
It took the full three seconds for the computer to come back to life, with the screen greeting 'Welcome Sesshomaru Taisho' title wavering in silver lettering. In the next minute or so, a robotic voice echoed through the speaker, greeting and requesting identification of the person, accessing the mainframe.
Sesshomaru's long, slender fingers danced across the keyboard entering his username and password and waiting for both to be accepted.
"...Password accepted. Voice identification deactivation required."
Sesshomaru acknowledge with his echoing baritone voice, sliding off as a mumble, "CEO Sesshomaru Taisho, third seat in corporate command."
Seconds later, "Welcome back Sesshomaru Taisho. What would you like be done for you today?"
Sesshomaru leaning back into the armchair, "Open files B*78 and corporate encrypted file numbers 452-86387 for confirmation on evaluation."
"One moment, sir."
As the computer began the loading the requests, Sesshomaru absently began scribbling down numerical figures onto his notepad, mentally calculating the spreadsheets as could be seen from his peripheral vision one by one. Soon with every spreadsheet loaded onto the screen, Sesshomaru went through the task of reading, studying and calculating ever marker.
While going through the fourth file application a small two digit mishap brought out a low growl. One incompetent fool on the 3rd floor damaged the entire column with a simple mistake. Now he would have to go through the whole spreadsheet to undo the mistake that was made. But before doing that, he took out a black disk, used for recording mistakes and slid it into the tray.
It was a cruel but useful method to comb through who ever made such a mistake more than once in his company's data review. There was no one who could survive termination after 3 strikes and it was not about to change now. Luckily for this pest, it was only his first offence, and if he was wise it would be his last offence as well.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Enter." They knew. His employees knew better than to disturb his mindset with useless inquiries or information. Sesshomaru knew fully well this was no employees of his. There was only one person who would harass him this early morning, and get away with it.
Sesshomaru looked up which he heard the rasped toned of his partner's agitation, "Must you always announce your entrance like some deity?" At the lack of response the dark haired partner shut the door and snorted. "Apparently the great Sesshomaru cannot even give the common person a simple yes or no. Do not these words appear in your vocabulary?"
This person was the only one besides Sesshomaru that can send the entire building into frenzy.
Naraku Onigumo.
Like his partner and only ally, the other, though only a hanyou, demon's lithe body screamed for everyone to touch and sample his luxuriantly milk cream skin. His muscular build was a little bigger than that of his friend Sesshomaru. His copiously black hair was restrained in a high ponytail by a dark purple ribbon. The stretched linen of his tailored beige Armani suit, fitted over his heavenly body magnificently.
Both partner and CEO had one thing that set them apart from others, were the colour of their eyes. Naraku owned a pair of uniquely red coloured eyes. His eyes could be compared to the colour of rubies, bright and shining. It always looked like he was up to no good.
Naraku's voice, though not as deep as Sesshomaru's was just as smooth-like, which made others purred in want. His strides were just as lethal and spilled out sex appeal
"I practically own this country, all 30 floors of this entire building; the people practically worship the floor I work on." Sesshomaru while looking out of the window, "I am a God!"
"So it seems," Naraku chuckled. "When should see a shrine being built in your name?"
"What do you want Onigumo?" Sesshomaru sneered. "I doubt your days could be any less busy than mines."
"Same old, same old," Naraku shrugged.
Because Sesshomaru knew him better than that, something was bothering Naraku. And the only way to get him back to work was to listen to what possibly could be bothering him. "Talk"
Kukuku, it never ceases to amaze how straight to the point he is, Naraku thought cunningly. "I'm curious to matter of you finding a personal assistant," He paused, "I'm sure some worthy candidates have come up?"
But of course, meddling fool, "None have crossed this Sesshomaru's eyes." Sesshomaru's growled out, as to say this conversation is over.
However this was Naraku we were talking about, the hanyou never knew when to stop meddling. "Perhaps if your requirements were reasonable, you would not be in this predicament."
"My life is constantly on-going and hectic; I need someone who can keep up with it. Someone possessing a low IQ can never appreciate how hectic it is."
"You need a hard worker with skills at multitasking and are able to handle themselves in tough situations...not to mention someone who can keep up with your snarky attitude on a weekly basis."
Sesshomaru sneered, "Since you are so concern about my personal assistant, why don't you begin to look for one, that you find interesting and can keep up?"
"Gomen," Naraku said, while heading for the door, "I already have to deal with your attitude from a distance being up close is like going to the North Pole without proper coating." The sarcasm oozed out all over the floor as Naraku left, leaving behind an agitated Sesshomaru.
Sesshomaru lean forward in his chair and clicked on the icon that was labelled 'Rules of Assistant and Specifics'. The phrase 'On my beckon call' was truly the phrase that can be used for the requirements that Sesshomaru wanted. He or she would an unlimited about of energy just deal with the morning portion of his schedule.
Requirements for Personal Assistant:
Hold an college education degree, preferably in the field of computer administration or engineering
Be over the age of 19
devising and maintaining office systems, including data management and filing;
arranging travel, visas and accommodation and, occasionally, travelling with the manager to take notes or dictation at meetings or to provide general assistance during presentations;
screening phone calls, enquiries and requests, and handling them when appropriate;
meeting and greeting visitors at all levels of seniority;
organising and maintaining diaries and making appointments;
dealing with incoming email, faxes and post, often corresponding on behalf of the manager;
taking dictation and minutes;
carrying out background research and presenting findings;
producing documents, briefing papers, reports and presentations;
organising and attending meetings and ensuring the manager is well prepared for meetings;
liaising with clients, suppliers and other staff.
Additional duties include:
carrying out specific projects and research;
responsibility for accounts and budgets;
taking on some of the manager's responsibilities and working more closely with management;
deputising for the manager, making decisions and delegating work to others in the manager's absence;
being involved in decision-making processes.
Sesshomaru frown. What exactly was the problem? The requirements fit the standard work of a personal assistant, which was fair and quite doable. He simply wanted someone over the average IQ for the job. He sometimes wondered why the world could not produce more youkais like him.
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In the middle of a wonderful dream, which consisted of a large house with a loving husband and her darling kits, Kagome was rudely waking to the sound of her bedroom door bursting open by none other than the infamous wind youkai of Sweet Sensation, Kagura Yamada. But to make matters worse Kagome was then tackled by two mops of reddish hair kits, which were demanding to see their mother this morning.
"Come one Mama, RuRu say you need wake up!" Shippo squealed.
Kagome sighed, and tried to pull the covers over her head to burrow herself back into the mattress, to get about from her energetic twins. However neither Shippo nor Kurama were having any of it. They proceeded to try and pull the covers off Kagome, to no prevail, as Kagome had a steel grip on the covers. Shippo and Kurama climbed onto the bed and proceeded to use both the bed and Kagome as their personal trampoline. Kagura could not help that laughter that came out of her mouth, as she watched as the twins continue to torture their mother, because they simply wanted to have breakfast with her.
"Alright you two, go the table and eat your breakfast," as she pointed to the table. "I will get your mother up."
Giggling, both Shippo and Kurama jumped off of the bed and ran passed Kagura towards the kitchen table.
"Are they gone?" Kagome said, while peeping out from under the covers.
"Yea," Kagura giggled, "you gonna get out of bed now?"
Kagome groggily sat up, covers pulled up to her lower half of her face, and turned to the squint at the red digits on the alarm clock on her nightstand. The alarm read 7:30 AM. Sigh, she must have slept through the wake up for 7:15 AM alarm.
As the remnants of sleep slowly faded, "Where are the twins?"
"Eating breakfast," sighed Kagura, "Let's go now, get out of bed."
Kagome frowned, "You didn't give Kurama –"
"No I didn't give Kurama bananas."
"Did Shippo –"
"Yes Shippo took his asthma medication."
"What about their –"
"Hair will be dealt with after breakfast and teeth are brushed," Kagura rehearsed this numerous times, to know the drill. She had supported Kagome long enough to manage without her, when she was tired. Every weekend Kagura would come over just to make sure the twins were in order, for Kagome to catch up a couple of necessary minutes of sleep.
"Thank you so much, Kagura."
"Uh huh, hurry up and get ready, so we can get out of here."
"I'm coming." Kagome kicked off the sheets and got out of bed, heading for the small sized bathroom. "Can you please make me some oden?" She called out.
"No! I made pancakes and eggs." Kagura yelled back. Searching through the closet for her friend's uniform and her ballet flats. "You eat what I make, or starve."
"Fine!"
"Good." Kagura shot back, "Found it." Kagura said while pulling out the purple and black dress uniform of Sweet Sensation. "You better hurry, or I will leave you."
"Yea, yea."
After taking care of her hygiene needs, Kagome proceeded to eating a small breakfast and getting the twins ready for the day. Shippo rarely gave his mother trouble when it came to time for dressing, as long as he had his wolf plushie with him. Kurama was a different case entirely; he would do everything possible to get out of bathing and dressing.
Both twins where dressed in matching long sleeve green t-shirts and khaki cargo pants with the only difference of the shoes. Kurama had a pair of blue and white sneakers, while Shippo wanted to wear his red flip-flops. Kurama's long hair was tied in a high bound ponytail, while Shippo's was held in a low ponytail with his favourite green ribbon holding it. Shippo was held in his usual spot, held in Kagome's arm nestled into her shoulder. His thumb in his in mouth, while holding on tightly to his wolf, while looking at Kurama who had opted for holding his mother's hand while sing a nameless song.
Because Kaede was at work today, the twins would have to camp out with Kagome at the Sweet Sensation cafe, for a few hours. The two were used to having to wait on their mother from time to time, and weren't much a problem as long as they were kept occupied.
The cafe simply adored the little kits, plenty of entertainment was offered to them. Ms. Midoriko always kept a supply of colouring books, crayons and reading books in her office just for these very special visits. A small red and white booth placed in the rear of the cafe was reserved for them only and regularly a cup of juice was brought over for them to sip on, along with plates of odango to snack on. If they needed anything they would call. "Table B" and like magic someone would bring over a refilled plate of sweets or cups of juice.
Kagome was always grateful to have so much help when it came to the children. Kagome could breathe a bit easy when she went on a short break, from all the bustle of the cafe, from the demands of hungry customers and the heat of the kitchen. Today was her day to help make the pastries, and she was exhausted.
Kagome contemplated the goals she had set out for the day. The goal was to go scavenger hunting for a well-paid job. Something she knew she could do, and not be overwhelmed by either the atmosphere or the workload. She was a hard worker, so she was not worried about the hours so much, but compared to the pay she was getting at the cafe, she had to look for a better job, which came with benefits if possible.
"Mama...Mommy..."
Kagome blinked out of her mental ravine and glanced down to see teary emerald eyes looking up at her. "What's the matter?" She kneeled down wiping off the streams the tears left down their faces and offered them a smile.
Shippo and Kurama shared a knowing glance, and sniffed shyly looking away. There was no one else they could trust that could help them with their situation other than their mother. So they mumbled. "Potty," while water eyes blinked and stubby legs squeezed together to also to illustrate their need to go.
Kagome giggled and stood with a small paw in each of her own hands. "Right this way, then." Whatever job she managed to fine, she hoped and prayed that they will be patient and understanding of her current lifestyle, which involved looking after her kids. They meant to world to her, and it was for them she was fight so hard they way she was.
I never realised that the Fanfiction Edit Document took off the bullet points...Oh well.
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