Disclaimer: I do not own Inu Yasha...blah blah *pokes the relieved lawyer*
A/N: This is as Sesshoumaru/Kagome coupling. Sorry!!! Luckily, Inu-Yasha and crew will be in here too~
Perfect Sakura Chapter 2
Kagome straightened her crisp blue business suit. She squeezed her hair into the traditional tight bun and grabbed the masses of drawing she had accumulated over the years. Then she flew out the door.
It wasn't too far, actually, the studio was located a few blocks away in the heart of the bristling city. She took the bus for few minutes and then arrived at the massive building. The building itself was impressive with its black marble walls and tall columns. And at the very entrance above the glass doors was the sign Sakura Studio.
She tugged on her flowing blue pants and took a deep breath as she stepped into the high class world.
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"No...no...no...no..." Sesshoumaru flipped through her portfolio. He slumped deeper into his leather seat as he grimaced at her work. He glanced at the nervous woman, who was herself nervously licking her lips. He knew that his office was overwhelming, everything was black and even the lights were dim. The blinds were always closed on his 9th floor office.
"You do not qualify with this piece of...work. Please look for a job elsewhere." He deeply sighed out. Then he knew what would happen next.
She pleaded, begged, and even tried to seduce him. But he was steadfast to his decision. So he had her thrown out. He had found no one with the designs that he had been searching all over Kyoto for.
He pressed the little red button on the intercom. "Jaken, take over. I need some air. I'll be back in about fifteen minutes. Make sure the designers drop off there work here."
Then he grabbed his coat and was out into the late February morning.
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It was far more impressive inside. The carpet was a crimson red as attendants brushed past her in there neat uniforms in a hurry. The ceiling was high and dotted with chandeliers. There was not a single trash in sight and everything was orderly. But there were a flock of people in line or sitting in chairs, and every single one of them were young and beautiful. She hurriedly made her way to a reception desk when she noticed the increasing number of stares that she had been receiving.
"Excuse me...Kagura...where may I turn in my design works?" She read aloud the name on the plastic tag.
Kagura stared at first and was startled. "You want to turn in designs?" she asked incredulously. She had believed that she had come to model.
"Yes, so..um...," she hastily grabbed any portfolio out of the numerous ones she had created. "This is my work."
After a few more moments of silence, Kagura pointed to the large sign painted Designers. No one was in line. But there was one running out crying.
She gulped. "Thank you." Then she walked towards her doom.
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Jaken lied back comfortably in Sesshoumaru's chair. He was enjoying this power, making everyone crying or bending down pleading on the floor. He had collected the portfolio as his boss had commanded, but as her flipped through it he was disgusted. Now he knew what was taking so long. He knew from personal experience that Sesshoumaru only accepted the best.
Then a knock broke into his thoughts.
"Come in," he severely spoke.
A young girl entered the room, glancing around for the boss.
"Um...where are you sir?"
He was surprised. "Over here."
"Where?"
"In the damn chair!"
Kagome was bewildered. She thought that it was a lump of dark mush placed into the chair. But that thought was replaced with a scowling short man.
"My name is Higurashi Kagome and here is my portfolio," her nervousness faded into nothing, she heard that the owner of this studio was a fearsome and intimidating man. They were wrong, the boss looked like a dead broccoli.
He nodded his little green head and accepted it, snapping it out of her hand. He flipped it open and was stunned. It was very simple yet elegant. Her work stretched from kimono's to casual wear. His eyes rounded bigger and bigger as he flipped through her work, drooling.
He quickly wiped it away and squeaked out "This is ugly...leave," he haughtily finished as he slammed her portfolio shut.
Kagome was crushed. All this work for vain. With this she fled the room as tears threatened to pour out. She had promised her brother a easier life after got this job. But it was thrown down the drain.
Little did she know that the broccoli look alike was clutching onto her works.
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He finished his brief walk. He was rounding the corner of the busy lane when a small blur smashed into him.
He cursed silently. He reached down to help the broken piece of the girl up but was met with a vivid cerulean blue eyes as she snapped her head around to face him. His eyes widened as her looked over the girl.
Petite...yet curvaceous
Young...no flaws
Pretty...no, stunning...
Perfect....
Her black hair was in disarray as her hair spilled out of the wrecked bun. Her eyes were sparkling with tears, even as she apologized. She hastily bowed her thanks and ran off, leaving the stunned Sesshoumaru to stare after her.
'What? Where did she go? Shit!'...He chased after her but instead was pushed along with the people against him.
He had lost her. He looked around his surroundings and then deduced the following...she had come from his studio itself.
He let out another string of curses as her entered the building.
'I will find her no matter the cost'...
Thanks for reviewing...I never expected so much. I kinda thought that this would be boring or something...
Check my bio for future updates.
A/N: This is as Sesshoumaru/Kagome coupling. Sorry!!! Luckily, Inu-Yasha and crew will be in here too~
Perfect Sakura Chapter 2
Kagome straightened her crisp blue business suit. She squeezed her hair into the traditional tight bun and grabbed the masses of drawing she had accumulated over the years. Then she flew out the door.
It wasn't too far, actually, the studio was located a few blocks away in the heart of the bristling city. She took the bus for few minutes and then arrived at the massive building. The building itself was impressive with its black marble walls and tall columns. And at the very entrance above the glass doors was the sign Sakura Studio.
She tugged on her flowing blue pants and took a deep breath as she stepped into the high class world.
*************************************************
"No...no...no...no..." Sesshoumaru flipped through her portfolio. He slumped deeper into his leather seat as he grimaced at her work. He glanced at the nervous woman, who was herself nervously licking her lips. He knew that his office was overwhelming, everything was black and even the lights were dim. The blinds were always closed on his 9th floor office.
"You do not qualify with this piece of...work. Please look for a job elsewhere." He deeply sighed out. Then he knew what would happen next.
She pleaded, begged, and even tried to seduce him. But he was steadfast to his decision. So he had her thrown out. He had found no one with the designs that he had been searching all over Kyoto for.
He pressed the little red button on the intercom. "Jaken, take over. I need some air. I'll be back in about fifteen minutes. Make sure the designers drop off there work here."
Then he grabbed his coat and was out into the late February morning.
*************************************************
It was far more impressive inside. The carpet was a crimson red as attendants brushed past her in there neat uniforms in a hurry. The ceiling was high and dotted with chandeliers. There was not a single trash in sight and everything was orderly. But there were a flock of people in line or sitting in chairs, and every single one of them were young and beautiful. She hurriedly made her way to a reception desk when she noticed the increasing number of stares that she had been receiving.
"Excuse me...Kagura...where may I turn in my design works?" She read aloud the name on the plastic tag.
Kagura stared at first and was startled. "You want to turn in designs?" she asked incredulously. She had believed that she had come to model.
"Yes, so..um...," she hastily grabbed any portfolio out of the numerous ones she had created. "This is my work."
After a few more moments of silence, Kagura pointed to the large sign painted Designers. No one was in line. But there was one running out crying.
She gulped. "Thank you." Then she walked towards her doom.
********************************************
Jaken lied back comfortably in Sesshoumaru's chair. He was enjoying this power, making everyone crying or bending down pleading on the floor. He had collected the portfolio as his boss had commanded, but as her flipped through it he was disgusted. Now he knew what was taking so long. He knew from personal experience that Sesshoumaru only accepted the best.
Then a knock broke into his thoughts.
"Come in," he severely spoke.
A young girl entered the room, glancing around for the boss.
"Um...where are you sir?"
He was surprised. "Over here."
"Where?"
"In the damn chair!"
Kagome was bewildered. She thought that it was a lump of dark mush placed into the chair. But that thought was replaced with a scowling short man.
"My name is Higurashi Kagome and here is my portfolio," her nervousness faded into nothing, she heard that the owner of this studio was a fearsome and intimidating man. They were wrong, the boss looked like a dead broccoli.
He nodded his little green head and accepted it, snapping it out of her hand. He flipped it open and was stunned. It was very simple yet elegant. Her work stretched from kimono's to casual wear. His eyes rounded bigger and bigger as he flipped through her work, drooling.
He quickly wiped it away and squeaked out "This is ugly...leave," he haughtily finished as he slammed her portfolio shut.
Kagome was crushed. All this work for vain. With this she fled the room as tears threatened to pour out. She had promised her brother a easier life after got this job. But it was thrown down the drain.
Little did she know that the broccoli look alike was clutching onto her works.
*************************************************
He finished his brief walk. He was rounding the corner of the busy lane when a small blur smashed into him.
He cursed silently. He reached down to help the broken piece of the girl up but was met with a vivid cerulean blue eyes as she snapped her head around to face him. His eyes widened as her looked over the girl.
Petite...yet curvaceous
Young...no flaws
Pretty...no, stunning...
Perfect....
Her black hair was in disarray as her hair spilled out of the wrecked bun. Her eyes were sparkling with tears, even as she apologized. She hastily bowed her thanks and ran off, leaving the stunned Sesshoumaru to stare after her.
'What? Where did she go? Shit!'...He chased after her but instead was pushed along with the people against him.
He had lost her. He looked around his surroundings and then deduced the following...she had come from his studio itself.
He let out another string of curses as her entered the building.
'I will find her no matter the cost'...
Thanks for reviewing...I never expected so much. I kinda thought that this would be boring or something...
Check my bio for future updates.
