Author Note: We are finally getting to the fun stuff! Enjoy chapter 2 and please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or affiliated with Inuyasha, however this particular story is M-I-N-E! :)
Episode 2
HONK HONK! "Ah! That's my ride! I'll see you later Ms. Kaede!" I shouted as I bounded out the door towards the awaiting truck.
"Have a nice day! And good luck with your job!" Kaede called back from the door.
I hopped into the rusty old Chevy and flashed my best friend a good morning smile. "Hey Inuyasha! What's up?"
"Hey Kagome! You ready for your first day of work?"
"You bet!"
Kikyou suddenly rushed out the door towards us, and I let my window down for her. "I'm sorry about last night, Kagome. I hope you have a good day at work." Kikyou gave me a sweet smile, and I gave her one in return.
"Thanks, Kikyou. I'm sorry, too. Don't worry! I'm going to make sure everything goes perfectly!"
"Um, H-hey Kikyou," Inuyasha stuttered next to me.
She gave him an adoring smile before saying, "Hello Inuyasha." She turned back to me and with a quick squeeze of my hand, hurried back inside.
I looked over at my blushing friend who seemed to be having trouble starting the truck. Inuyasha has been my best friend for the past ten years, and for the longest time, I had a crush on him. Inuyasha however, is madly in love with my sister and gazes at her with star-crossed eyes whenever he gets the chance. Sometimes I wish he'd hurry up and confess to her.
"Come on, Inuyasha or I'll be late," I said patiently.
"Uh…sorry."
He started the car, and the two of us sped towards my new workplace. Inuyasha is a delivery boy for Pizza World, so whenever there are leftovers, he brings them to the orphanage. Inuyasha was also orphaned young, but instead of staying at an institute, he grew up on the streets. He always told me that hanyou children were unwelcome anyway, so there was no chance of getting adopted.
We pulled up next to an old café on the outskirts of Tokyo, and I breathed a nervous sigh.
"This it?" Inuyasha asked studying the building.
"Yep! Thanks for driving me Inuyasha!"
"No problem, call me when you need a ride home."
"Gotcha!" I closed the truck's door, and Inuyasha drove off. While peeking into the large window on the café's door, I finally found my courage and went inside.
"Hello! Mr. Totosai?" I called nervously. A shriveled up old man hobbled out of the kitchen wearing a white button-up shirt loosely tucked into his brown pants, and an ugly green tie around his neck.
"Eh? Who are you?" he asked with large eyes, half closed in boredom.
"I'm Kagome Higurashi, your new employee!"
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"How disappointing. I spend one night with you, and you believe I'll treat you specially? Jakken, remove this woman from my office."
"Right away Mr. Taisho! Miss, if you would come with me please." I watched Jakken escort the desperately crying woman from my office, then leaned back in my high-back leather chair and sighed with relief.
"Women can be so annoying, not to mention clingy." I pushed the button on my office phone to call my secretary. "Kagura, have someone bring me up a cup of coffee, lots of sugar please."
"Certainly, sir. Would you like me to remove Ms. Haru's contact information from your files?"
"That would be most appreciated, and please have my schedule cleared for the rest of the evening. I believe I am contracting a headache."
"Of course, Mr. Taisho. I shall call your pharmacist immediately for a set of pain pills."
"Thank you, that will be all."
A soft knock sounded on my office door before one of my nameless employees, a petite woman with big eyes and even bigger glasses, shuffled into the room holding my cup of coffee. She placed the cup on my desk, bowed low, then hurried out. At that moment, Jakken reappeared with a large manila envelope in his hands.
"One of your, ahem…associates asked me to give this to you, Mr. Taisho."
"I see." I opened the envelope, and read the note from another drug lord requesting a shipment of opium for a sizeable fee. I sighed, then handed it back to Jakken. "Have the original note burned, but make the arrangements." Being a drug lord can be so taxing at times. I glanced over at an old photo that sat on my desk. It showed my father with an arm around his old friend Totosai, as both held up a bottle of beer. What a reminiscent scene. I hadn't seen Totosai in quite a while, either.
"Jakken, I think I'll go visit an old friend tonight. Have the car ready immediately after I'm done with work."
"As you wish, sir!"
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"Ms. Higurashi, I must say I can't complain with your performance. From now on you're a full time employee of the Brown Cattle Café!"
"Oh, thank you Mr. Totosai! I promise, I won't let you down!" I flashed my happiest grin at the old man. He nodded, then placed a hand on his back.
"Ugh, I'm so stiff. Could I trouble you to clean up the kitchen for me? I'll pay you for your work."
"Of course! It'll be spick and span by the time I'm done with it!"
He handed me the keys, and told me strictly, "Don't let anyone in after closing hours. I hate dealing with homeless bums, or people who don't have the sense to eat before we close!"
"Yes, sir! I'll lock up as soon as you leave, Mr. Totosai."
He nodded his approval, then hobbled off towards his office. I walked to the back of the kitchen where the utility closet was, selected a broom, then began the task of sweeping up crumbs from the floor. As Mr. Totosai walked out he called, "Make sure you don't go home alone at night. These streets can get rough sometimes!"
"Thank you! I have a friend who will pick me up, so I'll be fine!" I locked the door behind him, then continued to sweep. After about an hour of sweeping, and washing dishes, someone started banging on the door. I nervously slipped my cell out of my pocket, ready to call 911 if necessary, then peeked out from behind the kitchen door. My eyes widened in absolute shock, as the face that had been plastered all over the news for the past month starred at the door with a look of utter annoyance.
I hurried to the door, and said through the glass window, "I'm sorry, sir, but the café is closed for the night."
He narrowed his exotic golden eyes at me before answering, "You will open this door, and let me in." His tone broached no argument, and fearing for my life, I did as he requested. He walked in with an air of royalty, looked around the building, then scrunched his nose in distaste. I held back a retort before asking, "What business do you have here, Mr. Taisho?"
"Are you dim-witted girl, or just ignorant? Of course I'm here to see Totosai."
I gritted my teeth and grumbled, "He's not here, but I can give him a message."
"Tch." He walked over to one of the small white tables, then took a seat.
"Can I help you with anything else, sir?" I asked exasperated.
"Prepare me a drink," he commanded, leveling a haughty glare at me.
I clenched my fists then replied, "Sir, I am not authorized to—"
"You dare to talk back to this Sesshomaru?"
For a moment, the two of us just starred at each other, before I broke eye contact and asked, "What would you like to drink, sir?"
"Hmph. I'll have a beer if you don't mind." He smirked triumphantly at me before I turned on my heals and walked back to the kitchen. I wondered if we had any that were flat. I stalked back towards the obnoxious man and slammed the bottle on the table in front of him."
"Your beer, sir."
He casually took a sip, then scoffed at the bottle. "How completely insulting. Bring me something more suitable than this trash."
Something in me snapped at that moment, and before I realized what I was doing, I had the beer bottle upside down in my hand, pouring its contents on the most famous man in Japan. He stared at me in shock before slowly rising to his feet. He gave me a smile displaying his flawlessly white fangs, but his eyes glared daggers right through me. He calmly said, "Well, miss, it seems you have not been adequately informed that I am the owner of this tiny business." He abruptly turned around and headed for the door, but before walking out, he flashed a malicious smile at me and said, "I hope you have a pleasant evening."
After the door closed with his ominous words, I slumped to the floor in sheer defeat, and started weeping for the job I would never have, and the future I had ruined for my family.
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"What an infuriating woman! She dumped a drink on me! She dumped a drink on me!"
I continued to pace in the penthouse of one of my many apartment complexes, holding a bottle of wine in one hand. A busty blonde, one of my "friends with benefits", lay on a large red leather couch wearing a thin nightgown. She glanced up from reading her magazine and asked, "Why not just fire her? Be done with it and move on. She's just a bug under your boot."
"No, no, you see I can handle a little humiliation, but this, this is an offense to my person!" I tipped the bottle and took a large gulp of the soothing alcohol. The blonde lay down her magazine, then came up behind me and entwined her arms around my waist.
"Then find her weak point." Her hands started roaming over my chest before finally settling on the buttons of my shirt and popping them open, one by one. I rumbled approvingly, before she continued, "If you target that, you can completely crush her." She stood on tip-toes and nipped the nape of my neck, pressing herself closer to me.
"That's not a bad idea. Not a bad idea at all." I took another sip of wine, then declared, "I'll discover her limits and push her to beyond breaking! She will be completely and totally at my mercy by the time I'm through with her!"
