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THE MAID
CHAPTER 7
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Surprisingly in the morning, everyone woke up on time and ready to go for the next big day of work. They all went down, ate their breakfast, and got down to work. But today, quite a few things happened today of deep interest, especially between our friends Nazuna and Inuyasha. Now we both know these two have no idea that they like each other already, even if it has been only a week. Nazuna was originally told to clean Inuyasha's room and hall, and so she (like our dear Kagome) was burdened with his gazing and bossy ways.
But unlike his brother, Inuyasha was actually nicer to his servants. But he's not so nice to the point that he'll offer to clean his room himself (like any other sane person should do). But he doesn't drop things on the floor on purpose or boss anyone around. He'd mostly just sit in his room and listen to music, sleep, write notes for class (or more like write poems for Nazuna), and even sit on the floor and stare at the ceiling This is what was currently occurring at around 10:30 am that day.
Nazuna came in as always, and plugged in the vacuum to the outlet. She unrolled the wire and got down to business. She was vacuuming under his desk, under the bed, in the closet, the hallway, and eventually she turned behind the bed to find him on the ground looking plainly at the ceiling. She at first looked at him with a waiting stare shooting at him, but she lost her patience eventually and turned off the vacuum.
"Excuse me, sir? Could you perhaps move out of the way so I can pass through?" Nazuna asked. She then noticed that he didn't even budge his eyes at her because he was listening to music the whole time she spoke. She knelt down next to him and tapped in the shoulder. She suddenly squealed when he jumped on top of her and was about to strike her with his claws. But then he blinked his eyes and noticed just who it was he was looking at. He was at first concerned for her, but then his cockiness accumulated his senses and stood up immediately.
"Did I ever give you permission to touch me?" he asked with crossed arms. Nazuna sat up and shook her head in response.
"Then why did you?" he asked. Nazuna stood up and sighed.
"Because I asked you to move out of the way and you didn't," she said. Inuyasha scoffed.
"Heh. Yeah well, just make sure you don't do that again. Got it?" he said.
"Yes, sir," she nodded.
"Now continue working," he said, standing up and laying down on the other side of the floor. Nazuna looked at him, and raised a brow as she did what she was told. She couldn't even understand what she did to deserve to clean for a guy who sleeps on the floor instead of a bed. But at least she was getting paid, so it doesn't really matter anyway.
She eventually finished his room and was now working on the library. The family had a huge library on the main floor, which would kind of remind you of the library in the movie "Beauty and the Beast". But obviously it wasn't so many books; the ceiling only stood around 25 feet from the ground. Each member of the family (even Toutousai) had a section in there that contained their favorite books. Nazuna, obviously, was working on Inuyasha's section. All she had to do is organize the books in alphabetical order, from top to bottom. So she got on the little sliding ladder and began to alphabetize.
She heard Inuyasha enter the library around 12:15, and he sat on the chair in the middle of the room, staring at her as she took out each book and placed it in its right place. Inuyasha got a perfect view of her back and behind, those seldom-seen perverted thoughts coming to him. But he shook his head and looked at her again, and noticed she was doing something wrong (according to him).
"Hey! Be careful with those books! They're really old!" Inuyasha demanded standing next to her on the ladder. She looked up to her work and rolled her eyes.
"I'm sorry, sir. I'll promise to be gentler," Nazuna said apologetically, even if all she wanted to do was punch him hard in the face.
"You better be sorry!" he scolded. But then Nazuna was reaching high for a book she needed, and her foot slipped out of the step. She tried to hold her balance, but she slipped again and began to fall! She squealed in fear as she expected the carpet for her cursed impact, praying that she doesn't get hurt. But instead, she opened her eyes to be facing her master, holding her in his arms bridal style and looking at her not with a face of anger or annoyance, but of sweet and caring serenity. She was still panting from before as she noticed she clutched his shirt with much grip. She looked at her grip and then at him, his entire being and self changed to something ironically good.
Inuyasha's cockiness seemed to have vanished away now, because no one could understand how worried he was of her. If he didn't stand there where she was, she would've surely gotten wounded. And if that actually happened, not only would he get in trouble with his parents but he would've never forgiven himself for allowing it to happen. He was relieved to know that she wasn't hurt.
"Are you OK?" he asked her calmly. Nazuna kept on looking at his prince- like gaze as he held her in his arms like that. She gulped quietly and nodded.
"Mm-hmm... I'm fine," she said quietly.
"That's good," he responded. He didn't know what else to say to her, because he was so captured in her eyes. Nazuna at the beginning of working hated demons and even half-breeds if possible. She was always jeered at by both when she was little, and so has had hated them since. But this guy, her master, was a half-breed, and she, right now in this very moment, actually liked him. She never knew how yellow his eyes really were until now, and she could tell that those ears of his weren't fake; they were really his ears. And so this kept on for a few seconds, until Nazuna cleared her throat shyly.
"Um, sir? Can you... let me down now, please?"
Inuyasha woke up for Nazuna-land (the non-perverted way), and let her down with slight diziness. They both stood there and went back to the way like before.
"Well, you just finish there quickly. You got the study next." And as he turned his back on her and left, Nazuna seemed to have weakened more than before. It was as if her very strength was sucked into his eyes, his gaze. They had such an impact and force on her that she could barely climb up the ladder again. But she had to, nonetheless. She just had to. She could never forget the day her parents died in that car crash 10 years ago, and the day when she found out her grandpa abandoned her and made her an orphan. She could never forget the day she declared the world that she was going to make something of herself, that she was going to let no youkai or hanyou stand in her way.
Automatically now she made Inuyasha an interference. That half-breed was making her weak, and this was something extremely unnecessary and unforgivable. So with all her strength she climbed up those steps again, and worked on, her mind willing to continue on. Not for herself, but for her past and her future...
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But again we come back with out dear and lovely Kagome, who was ironing her master Sesshoumaru's shirts, as he (like always) looked at her with a persistent gaze. He was lying on his bed working on his homework, and every other problem he finished he'd stared at her while working. He loved torturing her like this. He knew she hated it when he looked at her, or when he demanded such a miniscule thing such as a wrinkle burden her work with even more anxiety. He knew she wasn't perfect, and rubbing in that fact right in her face made his lips smirk evilly.
But as she worked on ironing as calmly as she could, she would shake the shirt and place it in the hanger inside his closet. She would repeat this process for almost 2 hours straight, her eyes tempted to look into his, but unwilling and yet relieved at the same time. Throughout the week, she started to somehow become addicted to his eyes. It was such a strange emotion for her, for how can be occurring? How can a person be addicted to a pair of disgusting ugly, god-like, shining, perfect, praising, and beautiful yellow eyes? She couldn't find an answer to any of these questions.
But all she knew was that in order to move on with the rest of the day, she had to at least gaze at him for 10 seconds. Any less and she'd fall asleep before noon; anymore and she'd fall asleep after sunrise the next day. Either way she was doomed. And if she didn't look at him at all, then she didn't know what she'd do. Something ludicrous or insane, perhaps. But back to ironing shirts...
"Oh shit!" she thought to herself as she was awoken in reality. She looked at the hole-burned shirt with smoke all around, and she knew she was in deep trouble now... She then felt someone pull her by the arms and push her quite harshly on the wall, her eyes meeting the one who caused the slight pain on her back to get worse than yesterday.
"That was my favorite shirt you just burnt, you wench," he said coldly, "why don't you try using that so-called brain you were born with and stop daydreaming for once in your penniless life?" Sesshoumaru looked at the at servants eyes shining with tears begging to come out, and she panted calmly in fear as to what his next move was going to be. He pushed her to the ground, and glared at her broken self.
"How sad it is to be you, human," he said, "too weak to fight and too scared to speak." She was so mad at him, so mad for making her feel this way. She was never so dark or hating in her life, until this man came to her life, and began wreaking havoc in her heart and destroying her true being. She didn't want to shut up anymore... She had to say something.
"Do you really have nothing to say of this?" he said coldly, turning away from her and stepping away.
"Yes, actually I do," she responded. Sesshoumaru didn't expect this to occur and thus he turned back to her, and met her eyes again. Those cursed eyes of hers...
"I have to something to say, and you're going to listen to me and listen closely... don't you dare think that I'm a weakling, you dog. I'm not a weakling. I've been through a lot more crap in my life than you'll ever experience in your lifetime. Don't you dare treat me like something that you throw around and scold upon; I'm a live being, just like you. And if you don't want to believe, then you know what? Don't. Live in denial for all I care. I got more important things to do than to stand around and be pushed a taiyoukai who think he's all that and what not..."
She stood up and grabbed her things, turning off the iron and unplugging the vacuum. She walked past him without shame or fear, and stopped immediately.
"I know you've been looking at me for the past week because you know I hate it. So go ahead and continue on if you'd like," she said looking at him with what seemed like a glare, " and you can beat me up however you want when I leave as well, but that only means that I'll despise you even more than I do now." And with one turn of her head, she left the room in reluctance and ironic victory. Sesshoumaru was in the verge of grabbing Toukijin and use it with means to kill the cursed maid. She outright insulted him, and he allowed that to happen!
She did something that he didn't order, and this actually... made him feel good! Sesshoumaru found out about this seldom thought of kindness, and he gripped his hair in between his fingers. He sat on the ground Indian style and groaned in confusion.
"Hey, another lovely rendez-vous with the maid, I bet?" his conscience asked sarcastically.
"Don't you dare even start with me!" Sesshoumaru said in anger.
"Why can't you ever be nice to her? She's done nothing to offend you," said Conscience.
"She's made me want her! Do you know how disgusting that is? Her damn beauty is taking me all over, and it's her entire fault!" Sesshoumaru scolded.
"You're the one who wants her. It's not her fault; it's your fault."
"How can you say that!"
"You have the option to not like her and like her. You chose to like her and so now you do!"
"The problem is that I don't want to like her!"
"Why? Because your father won't approve? Because you want to marry someone who will give you more money than what you have instead of love?"
"No! You're wrong! I can't like her! It's not possible!"
"Yeah, you're right. It's not possible. It's actually genetic."
"... Please tell me you're gone now..."
"Uh. Nope, still here, Sesshy!" laughed his conscience. Sesshoumaru sighed deeply, his forehead on the floor now.
"My life really sucks, doesn't it?" he asked.
"You're the one who makes it that way. So yea, I guess it does!" He sighed again.
"What should I do? I'm really so lost. She even told me she hates me..."
"Oooh, so that's why you're so gloomy? Because she hates you? Well, the only way to make her like you more is by being kind. Show her you're not a despicable dog. Prove to her that you really do have some kind of goodness in you."
"But she'll think I'm crazy or something," Sesshoumaru said.
"I think you're crazy, and I'm your own conscience!" it said, "don't worry about it. You don't even have to speak. Just don't say or do anything and she'll start having second thoughts of you sooner or later."
"I'm not listening to you. You're starting to sound like my high school guidance counselor," Sesshoumaru said, "I'm not going to bother and change. It won't prove anything, anyways. So I'm going to bed now."
"Oh yeah, way to be proud and courageous, Sesshoumaru! Just go sleep and give up!" said his conscience.
"Thanks, you too. Good night."
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"I'm so scared right now, you guys! What if he does come and get me? What will I do?" Kagome sat in her bed while Sango and Koharu sat down along to try and calm her down a little.
"Nothing's going to happen, Kagome. I'm actually glad you stood up for yourself and showed that creep of your mind," Sango said hugging her shoulder friendlily.
"Yeah, Kagome-chan. If I were you back there, I'd be pooping my panties in fear right then and there." Koharu said. Shippou passed by and said "Stop lying, Koharu-chan! Everyone knows that you don't really poop in the bathroom! You actually masterba-"
"You better take that back, you stupid kitsune!" And immediately Koharu left the room and chased Shippou around the hallways. Kagome and Sango giggled at the two, and stood up.
"Sorry I couldn't do much for you, but are you better now?" Sango asked. Kagome looked at herself in the mirror and tightened up her ponytail and apron. She looked at Sango with a radiant smile and nodded at her friend. She really did have nothing to worry about, and she fully knew that the rest the day was going to be fine.
THE MAID
CHAPTER 7
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Surprisingly in the morning, everyone woke up on time and ready to go for the next big day of work. They all went down, ate their breakfast, and got down to work. But today, quite a few things happened today of deep interest, especially between our friends Nazuna and Inuyasha. Now we both know these two have no idea that they like each other already, even if it has been only a week. Nazuna was originally told to clean Inuyasha's room and hall, and so she (like our dear Kagome) was burdened with his gazing and bossy ways.
But unlike his brother, Inuyasha was actually nicer to his servants. But he's not so nice to the point that he'll offer to clean his room himself (like any other sane person should do). But he doesn't drop things on the floor on purpose or boss anyone around. He'd mostly just sit in his room and listen to music, sleep, write notes for class (or more like write poems for Nazuna), and even sit on the floor and stare at the ceiling This is what was currently occurring at around 10:30 am that day.
Nazuna came in as always, and plugged in the vacuum to the outlet. She unrolled the wire and got down to business. She was vacuuming under his desk, under the bed, in the closet, the hallway, and eventually she turned behind the bed to find him on the ground looking plainly at the ceiling. She at first looked at him with a waiting stare shooting at him, but she lost her patience eventually and turned off the vacuum.
"Excuse me, sir? Could you perhaps move out of the way so I can pass through?" Nazuna asked. She then noticed that he didn't even budge his eyes at her because he was listening to music the whole time she spoke. She knelt down next to him and tapped in the shoulder. She suddenly squealed when he jumped on top of her and was about to strike her with his claws. But then he blinked his eyes and noticed just who it was he was looking at. He was at first concerned for her, but then his cockiness accumulated his senses and stood up immediately.
"Did I ever give you permission to touch me?" he asked with crossed arms. Nazuna sat up and shook her head in response.
"Then why did you?" he asked. Nazuna stood up and sighed.
"Because I asked you to move out of the way and you didn't," she said. Inuyasha scoffed.
"Heh. Yeah well, just make sure you don't do that again. Got it?" he said.
"Yes, sir," she nodded.
"Now continue working," he said, standing up and laying down on the other side of the floor. Nazuna looked at him, and raised a brow as she did what she was told. She couldn't even understand what she did to deserve to clean for a guy who sleeps on the floor instead of a bed. But at least she was getting paid, so it doesn't really matter anyway.
She eventually finished his room and was now working on the library. The family had a huge library on the main floor, which would kind of remind you of the library in the movie "Beauty and the Beast". But obviously it wasn't so many books; the ceiling only stood around 25 feet from the ground. Each member of the family (even Toutousai) had a section in there that contained their favorite books. Nazuna, obviously, was working on Inuyasha's section. All she had to do is organize the books in alphabetical order, from top to bottom. So she got on the little sliding ladder and began to alphabetize.
She heard Inuyasha enter the library around 12:15, and he sat on the chair in the middle of the room, staring at her as she took out each book and placed it in its right place. Inuyasha got a perfect view of her back and behind, those seldom-seen perverted thoughts coming to him. But he shook his head and looked at her again, and noticed she was doing something wrong (according to him).
"Hey! Be careful with those books! They're really old!" Inuyasha demanded standing next to her on the ladder. She looked up to her work and rolled her eyes.
"I'm sorry, sir. I'll promise to be gentler," Nazuna said apologetically, even if all she wanted to do was punch him hard in the face.
"You better be sorry!" he scolded. But then Nazuna was reaching high for a book she needed, and her foot slipped out of the step. She tried to hold her balance, but she slipped again and began to fall! She squealed in fear as she expected the carpet for her cursed impact, praying that she doesn't get hurt. But instead, she opened her eyes to be facing her master, holding her in his arms bridal style and looking at her not with a face of anger or annoyance, but of sweet and caring serenity. She was still panting from before as she noticed she clutched his shirt with much grip. She looked at her grip and then at him, his entire being and self changed to something ironically good.
Inuyasha's cockiness seemed to have vanished away now, because no one could understand how worried he was of her. If he didn't stand there where she was, she would've surely gotten wounded. And if that actually happened, not only would he get in trouble with his parents but he would've never forgiven himself for allowing it to happen. He was relieved to know that she wasn't hurt.
"Are you OK?" he asked her calmly. Nazuna kept on looking at his prince- like gaze as he held her in his arms like that. She gulped quietly and nodded.
"Mm-hmm... I'm fine," she said quietly.
"That's good," he responded. He didn't know what else to say to her, because he was so captured in her eyes. Nazuna at the beginning of working hated demons and even half-breeds if possible. She was always jeered at by both when she was little, and so has had hated them since. But this guy, her master, was a half-breed, and she, right now in this very moment, actually liked him. She never knew how yellow his eyes really were until now, and she could tell that those ears of his weren't fake; they were really his ears. And so this kept on for a few seconds, until Nazuna cleared her throat shyly.
"Um, sir? Can you... let me down now, please?"
Inuyasha woke up for Nazuna-land (the non-perverted way), and let her down with slight diziness. They both stood there and went back to the way like before.
"Well, you just finish there quickly. You got the study next." And as he turned his back on her and left, Nazuna seemed to have weakened more than before. It was as if her very strength was sucked into his eyes, his gaze. They had such an impact and force on her that she could barely climb up the ladder again. But she had to, nonetheless. She just had to. She could never forget the day her parents died in that car crash 10 years ago, and the day when she found out her grandpa abandoned her and made her an orphan. She could never forget the day she declared the world that she was going to make something of herself, that she was going to let no youkai or hanyou stand in her way.
Automatically now she made Inuyasha an interference. That half-breed was making her weak, and this was something extremely unnecessary and unforgivable. So with all her strength she climbed up those steps again, and worked on, her mind willing to continue on. Not for herself, but for her past and her future...
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But again we come back with out dear and lovely Kagome, who was ironing her master Sesshoumaru's shirts, as he (like always) looked at her with a persistent gaze. He was lying on his bed working on his homework, and every other problem he finished he'd stared at her while working. He loved torturing her like this. He knew she hated it when he looked at her, or when he demanded such a miniscule thing such as a wrinkle burden her work with even more anxiety. He knew she wasn't perfect, and rubbing in that fact right in her face made his lips smirk evilly.
But as she worked on ironing as calmly as she could, she would shake the shirt and place it in the hanger inside his closet. She would repeat this process for almost 2 hours straight, her eyes tempted to look into his, but unwilling and yet relieved at the same time. Throughout the week, she started to somehow become addicted to his eyes. It was such a strange emotion for her, for how can be occurring? How can a person be addicted to a pair of disgusting ugly, god-like, shining, perfect, praising, and beautiful yellow eyes? She couldn't find an answer to any of these questions.
But all she knew was that in order to move on with the rest of the day, she had to at least gaze at him for 10 seconds. Any less and she'd fall asleep before noon; anymore and she'd fall asleep after sunrise the next day. Either way she was doomed. And if she didn't look at him at all, then she didn't know what she'd do. Something ludicrous or insane, perhaps. But back to ironing shirts...
"Oh shit!" she thought to herself as she was awoken in reality. She looked at the hole-burned shirt with smoke all around, and she knew she was in deep trouble now... She then felt someone pull her by the arms and push her quite harshly on the wall, her eyes meeting the one who caused the slight pain on her back to get worse than yesterday.
"That was my favorite shirt you just burnt, you wench," he said coldly, "why don't you try using that so-called brain you were born with and stop daydreaming for once in your penniless life?" Sesshoumaru looked at the at servants eyes shining with tears begging to come out, and she panted calmly in fear as to what his next move was going to be. He pushed her to the ground, and glared at her broken self.
"How sad it is to be you, human," he said, "too weak to fight and too scared to speak." She was so mad at him, so mad for making her feel this way. She was never so dark or hating in her life, until this man came to her life, and began wreaking havoc in her heart and destroying her true being. She didn't want to shut up anymore... She had to say something.
"Do you really have nothing to say of this?" he said coldly, turning away from her and stepping away.
"Yes, actually I do," she responded. Sesshoumaru didn't expect this to occur and thus he turned back to her, and met her eyes again. Those cursed eyes of hers...
"I have to something to say, and you're going to listen to me and listen closely... don't you dare think that I'm a weakling, you dog. I'm not a weakling. I've been through a lot more crap in my life than you'll ever experience in your lifetime. Don't you dare treat me like something that you throw around and scold upon; I'm a live being, just like you. And if you don't want to believe, then you know what? Don't. Live in denial for all I care. I got more important things to do than to stand around and be pushed a taiyoukai who think he's all that and what not..."
She stood up and grabbed her things, turning off the iron and unplugging the vacuum. She walked past him without shame or fear, and stopped immediately.
"I know you've been looking at me for the past week because you know I hate it. So go ahead and continue on if you'd like," she said looking at him with what seemed like a glare, " and you can beat me up however you want when I leave as well, but that only means that I'll despise you even more than I do now." And with one turn of her head, she left the room in reluctance and ironic victory. Sesshoumaru was in the verge of grabbing Toukijin and use it with means to kill the cursed maid. She outright insulted him, and he allowed that to happen!
She did something that he didn't order, and this actually... made him feel good! Sesshoumaru found out about this seldom thought of kindness, and he gripped his hair in between his fingers. He sat on the ground Indian style and groaned in confusion.
"Hey, another lovely rendez-vous with the maid, I bet?" his conscience asked sarcastically.
"Don't you dare even start with me!" Sesshoumaru said in anger.
"Why can't you ever be nice to her? She's done nothing to offend you," said Conscience.
"She's made me want her! Do you know how disgusting that is? Her damn beauty is taking me all over, and it's her entire fault!" Sesshoumaru scolded.
"You're the one who wants her. It's not her fault; it's your fault."
"How can you say that!"
"You have the option to not like her and like her. You chose to like her and so now you do!"
"The problem is that I don't want to like her!"
"Why? Because your father won't approve? Because you want to marry someone who will give you more money than what you have instead of love?"
"No! You're wrong! I can't like her! It's not possible!"
"Yeah, you're right. It's not possible. It's actually genetic."
"... Please tell me you're gone now..."
"Uh. Nope, still here, Sesshy!" laughed his conscience. Sesshoumaru sighed deeply, his forehead on the floor now.
"My life really sucks, doesn't it?" he asked.
"You're the one who makes it that way. So yea, I guess it does!" He sighed again.
"What should I do? I'm really so lost. She even told me she hates me..."
"Oooh, so that's why you're so gloomy? Because she hates you? Well, the only way to make her like you more is by being kind. Show her you're not a despicable dog. Prove to her that you really do have some kind of goodness in you."
"But she'll think I'm crazy or something," Sesshoumaru said.
"I think you're crazy, and I'm your own conscience!" it said, "don't worry about it. You don't even have to speak. Just don't say or do anything and she'll start having second thoughts of you sooner or later."
"I'm not listening to you. You're starting to sound like my high school guidance counselor," Sesshoumaru said, "I'm not going to bother and change. It won't prove anything, anyways. So I'm going to bed now."
"Oh yeah, way to be proud and courageous, Sesshoumaru! Just go sleep and give up!" said his conscience.
"Thanks, you too. Good night."
~*~*~*~*~
"I'm so scared right now, you guys! What if he does come and get me? What will I do?" Kagome sat in her bed while Sango and Koharu sat down along to try and calm her down a little.
"Nothing's going to happen, Kagome. I'm actually glad you stood up for yourself and showed that creep of your mind," Sango said hugging her shoulder friendlily.
"Yeah, Kagome-chan. If I were you back there, I'd be pooping my panties in fear right then and there." Koharu said. Shippou passed by and said "Stop lying, Koharu-chan! Everyone knows that you don't really poop in the bathroom! You actually masterba-"
"You better take that back, you stupid kitsune!" And immediately Koharu left the room and chased Shippou around the hallways. Kagome and Sango giggled at the two, and stood up.
"Sorry I couldn't do much for you, but are you better now?" Sango asked. Kagome looked at herself in the mirror and tightened up her ponytail and apron. She looked at Sango with a radiant smile and nodded at her friend. She really did have nothing to worry about, and she fully knew that the rest the day was going to be fine.