Not a bad first chapter huh? Well I hope not, but it was dry, doesn't explain anything. Well heres another chapter to let some edge off. Thanks for reading!
Sesshomaru looked up to the clock across his office and saw that if was 6 minutes until 8 p.m.
"I think I spent enough time looking at the walls here,"He scooted his chair back and put his jacket on that was on the back of his chair. He walked to the door, turned off the light, and locked his door. Usually this late no one was in the office, unless you have over time or didn't finish any of the work that you had due for the day.
His building was 20 stories and his office was conveniently on the 20th floor. He preferred to be at the top, so that way no one below him could bother him. Let alone, he always believed that everyone else on this planet is below him, the type of attitude that caused him to build a building that high.
He started his way down the hall to the elevator. The halls were dark beside the occasional lights every couple feet. It was quiet, the type that makes a loud person go insane. Even Sesshomaru had to think of something before he found him talking to himself. Once he got to the elevator he clicked the down arrow and the elevator opened, once he stepped in he clicked the one and waited for the elevator to descend.
He rested on the rail of the elevator, this ride was going to take a while as usual. He rested his hand on the rail, and like a cheesy movie his memories of the many times he rode this elevator seem to find their way into his imagination.
All the times he sat in silence for those doors to enter to the world, or listening to his assistant Jaken ramble on about his problems that sesshomaru didn't really care for. But the most memorable moment was the one day Kagura came to visit on his birthday. His next edition was coming out in 2 days and his lead editor was sick, so he had to stay at work a little late. Kagura insisted that they celebrate but he never found the appeal of aging another day. Its not like his face would really change. Hes looked the same since he was 20, and its not like he will start growing grey hair. He already had a head full of it.
While he was rapidly looking over the sports section, Kagura walked into his office, much to Jakens disapproval, with a lit birthday cake. She had the whole office building come in and sing 'Happy Birthday' to him. He never realize how big his space really was until he saw that it could easily fit 150 people, comfortably. But, just as usual he didn't smile, just gave everyone a slight nod at the head of approval. Within a hour all the 'party' guests were gone home, and it was just him and Kagura.
"What do you want to do? We can go for a movie, or dinner at a fancy restaurant. Its up to you , whatever you want," She enthusiastically questioned. She was strolling around his office looking at everything, and picking up any item she could get her hands on. Like a young kid in a toy shop.
Sesshomaru was still reading over his magazine, before he looked up above his glasses and in his same stoic demeanor he responded with the one thing she didn't want to here.
"I have work to do."
Kagura's back was to Sesshomaru when he said that. She stopped mid step and seized her tossing of a round glass ball that she found on the shelf of his office. She slowly turn to him, showing a quizzical face that was going to turn into anger in any second.
"What do you mean you have...work? It's your birthday, you can take a day off and celebrate just this one time." her voice was restraint from the anger that seeped inside her. She a was an introverted person, but she was as hardheaded as a bull and always like to let off a little steam.
Sesshomaru still didn't bother to give her a glance and flipped through the many pages.
"Fine! Well then I will just go then!" Her response was shrill and as she slammed the door, she finally got Sesshomaru's attention. He looked up at her, as she marched her way down the hallway and leaving the building.
This was how many nights went back then; Kagura always wanting to do something special with Sesshomaru and Sesshomaru always being too busy.
Always too busy.
And now as he looks back at that day, he wishes he had spent more time with her because you truly never know when it is going to be the last time you can.
He watched her march pass the glass of his hallway and he thought to himself and figure that this must be really important for her. He quickly grabbed his jacket and wallet and turned out the light of his office. And as he closed his office door he saw Kagura waiting at the elevator door, her back turned to him. Her head was down, and he could tell that in that little amount of time, that she started crying. He walked fast to catch up to her, and the moment his saw the elevator doors opened, he started a long strided jog to try and get to her. Too often he made her cry, and too often he wasn't there to hold her and made her feel better. He made it to the elevator before the door can close, and just as she turned around to pressed the button; he caught her in his strong embrace, and kissed her. She ran her fingers through his long hair as there lips tangled into their emotional gesture of love.
He was looking at the elevator door until it finally opened up on the last floor. He walked out of the office, and saw a bucket that told him that the janitor was cleaning, so they were going to lock up. He exited the building and was introduced to the dark sky and cool breeze, his favorite weather. He's never been much of the summer type. His white S400 Mercedes Benz was parked in his his usual spot right in front of the building, as he got inside of it. As he drove through the streets of Los Angeles his mind was completely captured. He has spent this whole week trying to forget about everything. But whenever he was in a familiar place, something would come up. One of those irritating memories that wouldn't let themselves sink into the depths of his mind and never come back.
Everytime he pass by the grocery store he remembers all the times he was forced to go with Kagura to buy a bunch of unhealthy food, that he never really ate anyways. The furniture shop where he got some of his stuff and the park whenever he would go on a walk with her and his dogs Ah and Un. Everything in this city reminded him of her. He wanted to forget about her, he wanted to get her out of his mind. But he couldn't. He spent so much of his life not caring about anyone but himself. Then one day a little girl who needed a little help come in and changed his world. Though it may not seem like it to other people, to him, or even her; she did change his world.
It was no secret he had money, and he didn't care how he spent it. He bought a new car every year, white of course. He went on an expensive vacation whenever he can, mainly due to Kagura. He even has 7 different homes around the world, but unlike what many people would things his house isn't a mansion that he can most definitely afford. He's never stayed in one house for a long time, and didn't think buying a huge one would make any sense. So he can pay for an outrageous mortgage, when he won't even use or go into 3/4 of the house.
His house was big, but to reasonable expectations. It was two stories and it was clearly white, and didn't look like it was aged a year. It was rimmed with bright red roses and yellow lilies. He didn't care much for the flowers but kagura felt that it added a nice touch. Even now he didn't mind them, they were his 3 favorites colors; white, red, and yellow.
He pulled up into his driveway and parked his car in front of the front door and walked up to his door.
You're home late. I made dinner. But I doubt you're going to eat it anyways. I mean really you need to eat every once in a while, my cooking can't be that bad.
He gave a loud sigh as he turned the key to open the door. He hung his jacket into the closet next to the front door and walked his way to his room. The house seemed so empty now she wasn't here. It was quiet and lonely. Though most of his life was already like this, it just seems like something new.
He continued his usual routine, up until dinner. He knows how to cook, just wasn't that good, and honestly preferred he didn't have to eat his experiments.
Guess its take out again.
He sighed as he pulled out his cellphone and dialed that number to his and Kagura's favorite chinese restaurant, Tsing Tao. Whenever Kagura didn't feel like cooking she always ordered from there, and for the past week, that is all he has been eating. He knows he shouldn't, because ordering her favorite food is only going to continue to remind him of her. But he has just come to point where he can't help it. Once his food was order he sat down in his living room and read some messages on his phone as he waited for the meal.
His couch was red, which he was pretty much forced to take. If it was up to him it would be white, everything would be white. But Kagura's favorite color was Red, and thought that out of everything white, a little hint of red would be beautiful. To that reasoning he couldn't argue, because of the few people that came into his house, they have loved it.
The doorbell rang, and Sesshomaru got up to answer it. It was a scrawny kid who didn't look to be over 16.
"Hello Sir, here's your meal," He handed him the bag and Sesshomaru his credit card.
The kid swiped it and pressed a couple buttons, "Hey, I heard about Kagura. I'm sorry about your loss. She really was a great person."
Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed at the kid. How had he known about her? Some random kid. He gave a low grunt and got his credit card back right before he closed the door on the kids face. He tossed the bag on the table and sat down in one of the chairs. He laid his face in his hands trying to rid himself of the irritation and sadness.
"I'm never going to be able to forget her, am I?"
The doorbell rang again, and with much hesitation he went to answer it. He opened the door but there was no one there until he looked down. It was a young girl.
Cliffhanger? yeah, I am a jerk. Next Chapter will be up soon. Please Review and thanks for reading!
