So sorry for the long break from updating. Since I'm living in New Orleans, Mardi Gras is a big thing and it just passed (I personally didn't do any celebrating. With all the murders that happen, I'll admit I'm pretty scared to go out!) but we got out of school for three days this week, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Also, on Friday, we had a gas leak at our school and went home early, so I had a five and a half day weekend! Ah, how lovely! Anyways, here's the next chapter and in fact, to make up for it, I'm posting two! Read 'em, like 'em, love 'em!
Sesshomaru's Intimidation
Sesshomaru sat stiffly in his chair. The place his interview was taking place looked like some kind of ad agency. There were several other people waiting in the lobby as well as buffed guys and women who looked like swim-suit models. Sesshomaru had never taken a stance in his own looks as to whether or not he was good-looking, but he did know one thing: these people unnerved him.
He shifted and crossed and uncrossed his legs a dozen times. He overheard one man telling the other, "This is my third transfer. Every beach wants me to work for them! I did some work in the Bermuda Triangle for about six months. Got this great white shark bite for saving an old woman who had fallen out her row boat." "You never got lost out there?" the other guy asked him. "Naw, not when you've been swimming as long as I have. My mother said I was practically born in the ocean!" And my mother would think you were the luckiest person in the world considering your always covered in salt water, Sesshomaru thought dryly. Personally, I see you as a one-upper, always having to out-do somebody.
The man's name was called before his and he stood up with a confident smile on his face. He sauntered into the appropriate room with not even a glance back at his companion. Don't get hired, don't get hired, don't get hired, Sesshomaru crossed his fingers and prayed. Time ticked slowly by and it was a full half-hour before the man came back out, he and the interviewer still laughing about something said. The other man went back inside and shut his door. Mr. Full-of-Himself clapped his hands once and brought his fist down near his side in that, "Yeah, I nailed it!" gesture. "Piece of good old fashion American pie," he said to his friend as he passed, who had stared sweating profusely. The man gave one loud gasp, then fell out of his chair and onto the floor.
You would have thought that this was planned. The arrogant man turned around sharply. "Back off, give him some space!" he yelled to everyone and they cleared a respective circle for him to get through. He knelt next to the man and checked his pulse. Then he straightened up. "You, get me some water," he said urgently to someone. "You, go get some towels. And you," he added to one of the attractive model-looking women. "Give me your phone number." "Um, is that really necessary?" she asked, biting her lip. "Please, it's a matter of life or death!" She quickly pulled out a piece of paper and wrote her number down on it and handed it to him. "Thanks, doll-face," he said, flashing her a golden smile. She blushed and nodded.
"Oh, that's some bullshit!" Sesshomaru shouted, but it was drowned out by the person who brought the water, shouting that they got it. The man took the cup and carelessly threw it over the fainted man's face. The guy sat bolt upright, coughing and spluttering. The crowd began to clap for the one-upper as though he had done something miraculous. "Oh, thank you, thank you!You people are too kind! I'm really gonna enjoy working here!" He handed the towels that had been retrieved to the sopping wet man and said, "Knock 'em dead," which Sesshomaru found to be inappropriate considering the current situation. He winked at the woman who had given him the phone number and walked out the door, waving like a champion as everyone continued to applaud him.
"Okay, am I the only person who thought that was the biggest pile of bullshit ever?"Sesshomaru said to the man next to him. "I don't know, that was some pretty amazing stuff," the guy said. Sesshomaru gave him an open mouthed stare and shook his head incredulously. What the hell was wrong with these people?!
Everyone continued to talk about the "incredible rescue" the man had made, and Sesshomaru was very nearly on the edge of cussing everyone out, when his name was called. "Sesshomaru Taisho?" the receptionist called. He got up and walked across the room with a purpose, trying to get away from the people as quickly as possible. The room where he thought the interviewer was was just a small room with nothing in it. No windows, no furniture, nothing. There was another woman in there, very stern looking. As soon as the door shut behind him, she gave him a cold stare and said, "Strip." Sesshomaru blanched. "What?!" "Do you need a hearing aid? I said strip." "I have better hearing than you," he said coldly. "But I'm just curious as to know why you want me to do this." She sighed like it was going to cost her something to say this and said, "We have an image to keep. We like 'em nice and trim. Now strip. The other guy didn't ask questions, why do you?"
That was all the initiative Sesshomaru needed. Giving his obi a tug, it loosened and untied, making everything else slide off his body (excluding his boxers!). The woman's expression never changed. She gave a curt nod, then said, "Dress," then turned her back and begun writing something on a clipboard. She stepped aside to reveal a door the same color as the room walls and pointed him through it.
There, the interviewer sat behind his desk, twirling a pen in one hand and shooting baskets with a small nerf ball into the hoop on top of the filing cabinet with the other. "Hiya, there! Have a seat! Name's Jimmy, Jimmy Dean like the sausages." "Um, okay..." Sesshomaru said cautiously. "So, where ya from?" the guy asked friendly. "Here, Tokyo, Japan." "Ah, kunnichiwa!" the man said, giving an impromptu bow, and not a very good one either. Some Americans tired too hard to be Japanese. "So, hear you're the son of the great dog demon, or taiyoukai as you might call it, Lord Inutaisho." Sesshomaru didn't respond, and when he didn't the man went on. "I gotta tell ya Sessh—I can call ya Sessh, can't I?--Sessh, I'm a little confused as to why you want to work here. You have money and wealth beyond measure. You basically own the entire western half of Japan. What more do you want?"
"Freedom from my mother," Sesshomaru said truthfully. Mr. Dean stared at him for a moment, then slapped his knee and started laughing. "Oh, boy that's a good one! You really are a card, aren't you?" 'Freedom from my mother!' I'ma have to write that down! Okay, Mr. Taisho, you've got your wish, you're hired. Be here at eight o'clock sharp and don't forget your goggles and sunscreen. Go on, scat!" he laughed.
Only for a brief moment while he was leaving did Sesshomaru wonder about why the man hadn't asked him any more questions, but he he let it go. So what? He had a job! He wondered how Inuyasha was fairing during his interview.
Okay, this chapter was a bit shorter than what I normally write I think, but there's another chapter out that'll make up for it. Please review!