Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

Chapter 7: The Hunt

"Goodmorning Mr. Tashio, I just received a call from Mr. Tanaka, he's on line 2. He wants to know the status of his latest request," Kagura nonchalantly told her boss as she transferred the call to his office as routine.

"Hn," Sesshomaru walked into his office. 1500 century artwork draped the walls of his crimsoned office, which overlooked downtown Tokyo, a sight no other building could claim to have a better view off. It had taken centuries but he build his empire with force, calculations, and intelligence. He owned Tashio Inc., a world exporter of steel, oil, electricity, and almost about every essential thing. On the side, he owned a few businesses, but he made sure they were not directly connected to him. His phone line kept blinking, which reminded him of one underground business. Setting down his coffee he picked up the phone.

"Mr. Tashio, I expect everything is going according to plan?" Sesshomaru popped out his laptop pulling up the image he had received a few days ago from Mr. Tanako, detailing exactly what he wanted.

"Of Course, I met the girl and she should be ready for you in not time, after a few technicalities are settled," sipping his coffee he sneered inwardly. Who would doubt his work? He was the best at everything.

After a few moments Mr. Tanaka chuckled, "yes, you've delivered me many high quality products, this should be no exception. Well, I shall let you go, talk to you soon."

The line went dead and Sesshomaru spun his chair around to overlook the city that had changed through time. The days of all out wars, famine, and supreme conquest had long faded. There seemed to be no more spark in this world for him; a timeless demon hungry for more. Perhaps that's why he began his business. It brought him excitement. Luring his prey, vanquishing them... Yes, he was aware some of these girls met unpleasant ends but it was not of his concern. He enjoyed the hunt.

The emptiness in him was filled, for a while, until he had to take up another assignment. A never ending cycle. He did not care about the weak human lives he destroyed.

A human's life was fragile. They are sentence to death from the moment they are born. Slowly decaying. Love, happiness, longing-weaknesses. Those tribal emotions cut their lives even shorter. He would not waste his time on feeling remorse for the weak and ignorant. They were beneath him.

Death, happiness, love-he did not need them, they would pass him by. He would forever remain untouched by life... by time.

He had power. He had immortality.

Yet why did he long for something more?