AN: Hey! Thank you for all your reviews, everyone! ^_^ And about my
updates, I promise not to update the chapter more than once. I'm really
sorry about the annoyance! Forgive me too for my delay! I got so much stuff
to do and I had the worst writer's block .* But still, here's Chapter 10!
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The MAID
CHAPTER 10
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Lady Kumiko sat on her office overlooking her stack of papers and reassuring herself that paying bills was worse than the devil himself. But her track of thought was broken by the sudden thumps of steps from the ceiling. She looked up and twitched her brows intellectually.
"Here he comes," she mumbled.
The thumps led down to the stairs and became louder and louder as they approached. The door flung open to reveal an irritated glare-faced Sesshoumaru standing with an immense impatience and outrage.
"What's going on! Where is she?!" he yelled, "she was supposed to have cleaned my room by now! How come it's still dirty?!..."
If Lady Kumiko didn't tune out right about then, she would've been listening to her stepson aimlessly complain over his so-called pet peeves.
"Sesshoumaru?" she asked softly. Her eyes looked at his as he shut up and sat down on the chair across from her with narrow eyes.
"I decided to take the maids shopping this week," she said plainly. Sesshoumaru raised a brow while trying to hold in the rage inside his throat.
"What...? Shopping...?" he reiterated, "Why in the seven hells would you want to take the maids shopping?" When he asked the question, the woman put down her papers and looked at him dumb-founded.
"Do you not know about our anniversary, Sesshoumaru?" she asked slightly angered, "we told you it's in 2 days!" Sesshoumaru shrugged.
"So? It's not like you're inviting the servants," he said, "...are you?" Lady Kumiko rubbed her temple.
"Oh, Sesshoumaru. Why do you even ask that question? You know I always invite everyone in the household, including the servants."
"But the thing I ask is why? It's not like they're family! They're not that important!" he commented.
"Then why did you begin rambling on about why your room wasn't clean?" she asked dully.
"Because the only thing that matters is that my room is supposed to be clean each day I come out of that bathroom! The servant doesn't matter at all; only the room does."
"So you're telling me that a human being is less important than a large cubicle filled with lifeless objects?" she rose angrily, "is that what you're saying?!"
Sesshoumaru looked at his stepmother with a face that no one knew how to describe. For all we know, he could've actually felt bad for what he said and highly regretted it. But yet again, this is Sesshoumaru we're talking and he could've just been cold in heart and non-sentimental towards the lady.
"I never said human being. She's a servant...just like you were oh, 17 years ago, maybe?" he said coolly. Lady Kumiko glared at the young taiyoukai with a discomforted face and fearful eyes. She never understood why today out of all days he has to torture her so. She stiffened in her gaze towards him.
"In your face," he said triumphantly with evil. She glared at the young demon without speaking a word. With a smirk of laughter in his face, Sesshoumaru waved farewell and left the exasperated young woman alone to herself.
"What am I going to do with him?"
~*~*~*~*~
It was now around noon and we leave our view out of the Takashi mansion and zoom towards the Yagakami Mall and into the store where young Kaede was sitting on a chair as if waiting for something, tapping her finger meanwhile.
"Urg! Are you girls done yet? Come out already! You've been inside those closets for almost 30 minutes!"
She rolled her eyes impatiently as she heard groans and moans of opposition come from inside the dressing rooms. Five doors suddenly flung open, revealing 5 eye-catching young girls coming out wearing stunning dresses.
Kaede looked at each girl in their dress, and she pointed to Kagome and Tsuyu.
"You two. Keep those on. The rest of you: try again."
The silence was flooded with whines and complaints, but Kagome and Tsuyu got back in their closets and changed back to their old clothes.
But in vague details, the girls basically chose the dresses that they wanted, no matter if Kaede liked it or not. They also bought the shoes, jewelry, and they made their hair appointments.
It was now time for lunch, and they all decided to eat outdoors in the open air. But as their meals were brought to them, Nazuna ordered a meal that hardly filled half of the plate. Musou gazed at Nazuna with confusedly as she ate her food slowly. But she suddenly stopped when noticing him.
"What?" she asked. Musou blinked twice.
"Is something wrong?" he asked. "You're not eating much like you usually do." Everyone in the table noticed this now and Nazuna hesitated with a reply.
"It's nothing, you guys," she explained "I'm just not too hungry today."
But by the way everyone was looking at her, she knew they weren't buying it. At all.
"Ok, what happened?" demanded Musou. Nazuna tried to keep eating to try and avoid the question, but she had to stop doing so when she noticed Tsuyu's gaze piercing at her eyes in search of something.
"You don't look the same," she said suspiciously, "something amazing must've happened last night." Nazuna almost choked on the bite she was chewing, and she coughed and held her chest in hopes of not suffocating. But when she drank the water to chug down the food, everyone in the table was looking at each other knowing Tsuyu was right after all.
Nazuna sighed and said: "Okay, fine. I'll spill it..."
5 minutes later passed by now...
"...and then I said that I had to go to bed, and left the kitchen to my room. That's all that happened." The whole table was looking at her with mouths ajar as the girls were officially in gossip-mode. But for some reason, Ayame was quite mad.
"Why didn't you kiss him, Nazuna-chan?" she complained, "he's a hanyou! People that are two-in-one like him are the greatest kissers! Why, Nazuna, why?"
"Uh, maybe because he was drunk?" Nazuna asked, "and that he's my master and that it's illegal by law to interfere with these types of rich people?" Ayame just looked at her.
"So?" she shrugged, "he wouldn't remember a thing if he was drunk. So you wouldn't have gotten in trouble anyways."
"Yeah, but it just didn't feel right," Nazuna assured looking down at her hands, "nonetheless, I can still feel his hands on my face. It's like they're blissfully pinching me."
"That's called love, dearest," Tsuyu answered dully. Nazuna scoffed.
"I'm not in love with him! Please; he's not my type." Tsuyu pretended to nod in agreement with her but deep inside, like everyone else, she knew Nazuna was infatuated with her cutie-faced master. She was going to wait until Nazuna finds out for herself the truth, and not deny these pinch- pocketed emotions of adoration that Nazuna's trying to flick away from her aura.
Kaede called them out from the other table as she looked at the watch. It was time to go home now.
"Let's get back on the road, huskies."
~*~*~*~*~
Two days finally passed by as it was now almost 7:00 pm, and everything was ready for the grand anniversary of Inutaisho and Kumiko. They all got in their limos, and headed towards the center of the party. But as everyone was heading towards the party, Kagome separated from the group and went inside of the bathroom to make some last-minute check-ups.
She stood in the mirror looking at herself and making sure that her entire figure was as she wanted it to be. She sighed deeply as she looked at herself in this image of riches and perfection. But even though she was happy to go to a ball, she knew two things.
She knew her master was going to be at the party, and he was surely going to torment her like every time she enters his room. She also knew that she was going to be scolded at and ignored from those richer than herself. But she knew she was strong enough to withstand anything, and she was sure that this dance was nothing compared to the pain her ex put her through.
She took a deep breath as she left the room and went down the steps towards the source of her condemnation: the veranda.
Sesshoumaru was sitting in his chair looking through his cup of champagne as the bubbles emerged to the surface. Sesshoumaru was so bored and the party started only an hour ago. He looked to his left as the servants talked amongst themselves in an ironic glee and excitement. For a single moment of staring at them, they seemed to look as if they really weren't employees; they looked like actual rich aristocrats.
He looked around in search for something, but it was all in vain when he noticed that she hasn't arrived yet.
"Where could that worthless girl be?" he asked himself in thought, "all the other servants here. Why is she so late?" He looked at the stars above as he heard the music playing and the people speaking in gaiety. He sighed deeply with arms crossed as he looked through his cup of champagne again, and switched into a mode of dullness.
As he looked through it a few more seconds, something appeared in the yellow-tinted visage. He saw what it seemed like a saintly figure of ivory. He kept looking with astonished eyes as the figure's navy gaze roamed around her surroundings. She was the most heavenly thing he's ever seen in almost his entire life. But as the girl took off her white jacket, he moved away his cup to only look at the thing he's been admiring this entire time.
It was her...
The worthless wench...
But how could this be? She was the one he's been praising this entire time?
Heh. But who couldn't help but admire the girl? Just look at her! Just image this, dear reader.
A angelic maiden stepping down the steps with her hair tied half way in a bun while the rest tumbled freely down her back. Her deep navy gray eyes were sparkling with a light coral eye shadow, and her lips were glossed with a light color of cinnamon. Her dress didn't end up being pink, but more like white. Almost her entire figure was shown as her back, arms, and chest (note not the word 'cleavage') and a smile glimmered around the atmosphere.
The girls all gasped as she greeted them with a wave and a wide smile of excitement.
They all whispered to her excitedly as she embraced them with loads of joy in her heart. She smiled as Shippou and the boys teasingly whistled like wolves and said silly things like "Where's Kagome? You're not Kagome! What did you do to her?! What have you done with her?"
"Oh, she's buried under the garden," she said jokingly.
But all her happiness and her bounciness stopped when her eyes roamed towards the table next to her. Because you know why...?
It was Him...
Her smile faded slowly as she looked again into those golden eyes she dreaded so. She now felt like the party was going to be a disaster; she could just smell it. She sat down slowly in her chair as her eyes were in that chain of uncertainty. His eyes were tugging and pulling her away as always, but her hands were squeezing her handkerchief as her nerves of trepidation trailed down her veins and body.
But she noticed his eyes weren't so cold as before. His eyes seemed a lot softer than his usual punishing gaze. That fact alone made her feel like his eyes were calling out for her, like his arms were the only place she really belonged. Not in this table, not in her room, not even in her own shrine.
Only in his arms she felt perfect...
"What?! What am I thinking? This is crazy! This is wrong! Ever so wrong!" she thought to herself. She then turned to Nobunaga and asked for her to pass the water.
Sesshoumaru knew she was nervous, but his usual victorious attitude never actually flashed through his mind. He actually felt good looking at her. He felt empty of worries and empty of anger. But how? This can't be so!
But then he looked at her, as she looked at another persona with a face worse than fear itself. Her face grew lightly pale, as her grasp in the cloth tightened even more in anxiety. She almost seemed as if she was about to sob or even scream; but why? He looked at her source and he saw a young man around her again, with light brown hair and navy eyes.
He seemed to be very mannered and proper as he greeted everyone with a smile and a bow or handshake. But he sniffed his scent and he smelt entirely of betrayal and wickedness. He didn't like this man, and it seemed that Kagome didn't either.
Kagome turned her back towards the figure she was looking at, and she almost squealed in surprise as Sango touched her shoulder concernedly.
"My god, Kagome. What's wrong with you tonight? You haven't said a single word since you sat down."
Kagome swallowed hard as she looked at the young man again with a fear worse than death.
"He's here... Oh my good gracious, he's here..." she whispered restlessly.
"What? What are you talking about? Who's here?" she asked. Kagome took deep breaths as he hands squeeze her handkerchief even more than before.
"Him... that bastard..." she answered uneasily with shaking hands.
"Kagome! Say it already!" whispered Ayame demandingly, "who are you talking about?"
The girl sighed deeply as she swallowed her fears and answered this:
"... My exboyfriend Houjou..."
~*~*~*~*~
DADADADAAAA! The mystery is solved! We finally know Kagome's ex! Sorry for the delay as always. Tell me your thoughts on it when you review! So peace out, minna-san! ^_^v
~*~ Ruu-chan
The maids are taken shopping to get ready for their masters' anniversary ball. Kagome is the main star of the party, but as Sesshoumaru glues his eyes on her, Kagome is reunited with a man worse than death, the man who broke her heart long ago... Who could he be?
~*~*~*~*~
The MAID
CHAPTER 10
~*~*~*~*~
Lady Kumiko sat on her office overlooking her stack of papers and reassuring herself that paying bills was worse than the devil himself. But her track of thought was broken by the sudden thumps of steps from the ceiling. She looked up and twitched her brows intellectually.
"Here he comes," she mumbled.
The thumps led down to the stairs and became louder and louder as they approached. The door flung open to reveal an irritated glare-faced Sesshoumaru standing with an immense impatience and outrage.
"What's going on! Where is she?!" he yelled, "she was supposed to have cleaned my room by now! How come it's still dirty?!..."
If Lady Kumiko didn't tune out right about then, she would've been listening to her stepson aimlessly complain over his so-called pet peeves.
"Sesshoumaru?" she asked softly. Her eyes looked at his as he shut up and sat down on the chair across from her with narrow eyes.
"I decided to take the maids shopping this week," she said plainly. Sesshoumaru raised a brow while trying to hold in the rage inside his throat.
"What...? Shopping...?" he reiterated, "Why in the seven hells would you want to take the maids shopping?" When he asked the question, the woman put down her papers and looked at him dumb-founded.
"Do you not know about our anniversary, Sesshoumaru?" she asked slightly angered, "we told you it's in 2 days!" Sesshoumaru shrugged.
"So? It's not like you're inviting the servants," he said, "...are you?" Lady Kumiko rubbed her temple.
"Oh, Sesshoumaru. Why do you even ask that question? You know I always invite everyone in the household, including the servants."
"But the thing I ask is why? It's not like they're family! They're not that important!" he commented.
"Then why did you begin rambling on about why your room wasn't clean?" she asked dully.
"Because the only thing that matters is that my room is supposed to be clean each day I come out of that bathroom! The servant doesn't matter at all; only the room does."
"So you're telling me that a human being is less important than a large cubicle filled with lifeless objects?" she rose angrily, "is that what you're saying?!"
Sesshoumaru looked at his stepmother with a face that no one knew how to describe. For all we know, he could've actually felt bad for what he said and highly regretted it. But yet again, this is Sesshoumaru we're talking and he could've just been cold in heart and non-sentimental towards the lady.
"I never said human being. She's a servant...just like you were oh, 17 years ago, maybe?" he said coolly. Lady Kumiko glared at the young taiyoukai with a discomforted face and fearful eyes. She never understood why today out of all days he has to torture her so. She stiffened in her gaze towards him.
"In your face," he said triumphantly with evil. She glared at the young demon without speaking a word. With a smirk of laughter in his face, Sesshoumaru waved farewell and left the exasperated young woman alone to herself.
"What am I going to do with him?"
~*~*~*~*~
It was now around noon and we leave our view out of the Takashi mansion and zoom towards the Yagakami Mall and into the store where young Kaede was sitting on a chair as if waiting for something, tapping her finger meanwhile.
"Urg! Are you girls done yet? Come out already! You've been inside those closets for almost 30 minutes!"
She rolled her eyes impatiently as she heard groans and moans of opposition come from inside the dressing rooms. Five doors suddenly flung open, revealing 5 eye-catching young girls coming out wearing stunning dresses.
Kaede looked at each girl in their dress, and she pointed to Kagome and Tsuyu.
"You two. Keep those on. The rest of you: try again."
The silence was flooded with whines and complaints, but Kagome and Tsuyu got back in their closets and changed back to their old clothes.
But in vague details, the girls basically chose the dresses that they wanted, no matter if Kaede liked it or not. They also bought the shoes, jewelry, and they made their hair appointments.
It was now time for lunch, and they all decided to eat outdoors in the open air. But as their meals were brought to them, Nazuna ordered a meal that hardly filled half of the plate. Musou gazed at Nazuna with confusedly as she ate her food slowly. But she suddenly stopped when noticing him.
"What?" she asked. Musou blinked twice.
"Is something wrong?" he asked. "You're not eating much like you usually do." Everyone in the table noticed this now and Nazuna hesitated with a reply.
"It's nothing, you guys," she explained "I'm just not too hungry today."
But by the way everyone was looking at her, she knew they weren't buying it. At all.
"Ok, what happened?" demanded Musou. Nazuna tried to keep eating to try and avoid the question, but she had to stop doing so when she noticed Tsuyu's gaze piercing at her eyes in search of something.
"You don't look the same," she said suspiciously, "something amazing must've happened last night." Nazuna almost choked on the bite she was chewing, and she coughed and held her chest in hopes of not suffocating. But when she drank the water to chug down the food, everyone in the table was looking at each other knowing Tsuyu was right after all.
Nazuna sighed and said: "Okay, fine. I'll spill it..."
5 minutes later passed by now...
"...and then I said that I had to go to bed, and left the kitchen to my room. That's all that happened." The whole table was looking at her with mouths ajar as the girls were officially in gossip-mode. But for some reason, Ayame was quite mad.
"Why didn't you kiss him, Nazuna-chan?" she complained, "he's a hanyou! People that are two-in-one like him are the greatest kissers! Why, Nazuna, why?"
"Uh, maybe because he was drunk?" Nazuna asked, "and that he's my master and that it's illegal by law to interfere with these types of rich people?" Ayame just looked at her.
"So?" she shrugged, "he wouldn't remember a thing if he was drunk. So you wouldn't have gotten in trouble anyways."
"Yeah, but it just didn't feel right," Nazuna assured looking down at her hands, "nonetheless, I can still feel his hands on my face. It's like they're blissfully pinching me."
"That's called love, dearest," Tsuyu answered dully. Nazuna scoffed.
"I'm not in love with him! Please; he's not my type." Tsuyu pretended to nod in agreement with her but deep inside, like everyone else, she knew Nazuna was infatuated with her cutie-faced master. She was going to wait until Nazuna finds out for herself the truth, and not deny these pinch- pocketed emotions of adoration that Nazuna's trying to flick away from her aura.
Kaede called them out from the other table as she looked at the watch. It was time to go home now.
"Let's get back on the road, huskies."
~*~*~*~*~
Two days finally passed by as it was now almost 7:00 pm, and everything was ready for the grand anniversary of Inutaisho and Kumiko. They all got in their limos, and headed towards the center of the party. But as everyone was heading towards the party, Kagome separated from the group and went inside of the bathroom to make some last-minute check-ups.
She stood in the mirror looking at herself and making sure that her entire figure was as she wanted it to be. She sighed deeply as she looked at herself in this image of riches and perfection. But even though she was happy to go to a ball, she knew two things.
She knew her master was going to be at the party, and he was surely going to torment her like every time she enters his room. She also knew that she was going to be scolded at and ignored from those richer than herself. But she knew she was strong enough to withstand anything, and she was sure that this dance was nothing compared to the pain her ex put her through.
She took a deep breath as she left the room and went down the steps towards the source of her condemnation: the veranda.
Sesshoumaru was sitting in his chair looking through his cup of champagne as the bubbles emerged to the surface. Sesshoumaru was so bored and the party started only an hour ago. He looked to his left as the servants talked amongst themselves in an ironic glee and excitement. For a single moment of staring at them, they seemed to look as if they really weren't employees; they looked like actual rich aristocrats.
He looked around in search for something, but it was all in vain when he noticed that she hasn't arrived yet.
"Where could that worthless girl be?" he asked himself in thought, "all the other servants here. Why is she so late?" He looked at the stars above as he heard the music playing and the people speaking in gaiety. He sighed deeply with arms crossed as he looked through his cup of champagne again, and switched into a mode of dullness.
As he looked through it a few more seconds, something appeared in the yellow-tinted visage. He saw what it seemed like a saintly figure of ivory. He kept looking with astonished eyes as the figure's navy gaze roamed around her surroundings. She was the most heavenly thing he's ever seen in almost his entire life. But as the girl took off her white jacket, he moved away his cup to only look at the thing he's been admiring this entire time.
It was her...
The worthless wench...
But how could this be? She was the one he's been praising this entire time?
Heh. But who couldn't help but admire the girl? Just look at her! Just image this, dear reader.
A angelic maiden stepping down the steps with her hair tied half way in a bun while the rest tumbled freely down her back. Her deep navy gray eyes were sparkling with a light coral eye shadow, and her lips were glossed with a light color of cinnamon. Her dress didn't end up being pink, but more like white. Almost her entire figure was shown as her back, arms, and chest (note not the word 'cleavage') and a smile glimmered around the atmosphere.
The girls all gasped as she greeted them with a wave and a wide smile of excitement.
They all whispered to her excitedly as she embraced them with loads of joy in her heart. She smiled as Shippou and the boys teasingly whistled like wolves and said silly things like "Where's Kagome? You're not Kagome! What did you do to her?! What have you done with her?"
"Oh, she's buried under the garden," she said jokingly.
But all her happiness and her bounciness stopped when her eyes roamed towards the table next to her. Because you know why...?
It was Him...
Her smile faded slowly as she looked again into those golden eyes she dreaded so. She now felt like the party was going to be a disaster; she could just smell it. She sat down slowly in her chair as her eyes were in that chain of uncertainty. His eyes were tugging and pulling her away as always, but her hands were squeezing her handkerchief as her nerves of trepidation trailed down her veins and body.
But she noticed his eyes weren't so cold as before. His eyes seemed a lot softer than his usual punishing gaze. That fact alone made her feel like his eyes were calling out for her, like his arms were the only place she really belonged. Not in this table, not in her room, not even in her own shrine.
Only in his arms she felt perfect...
"What?! What am I thinking? This is crazy! This is wrong! Ever so wrong!" she thought to herself. She then turned to Nobunaga and asked for her to pass the water.
Sesshoumaru knew she was nervous, but his usual victorious attitude never actually flashed through his mind. He actually felt good looking at her. He felt empty of worries and empty of anger. But how? This can't be so!
But then he looked at her, as she looked at another persona with a face worse than fear itself. Her face grew lightly pale, as her grasp in the cloth tightened even more in anxiety. She almost seemed as if she was about to sob or even scream; but why? He looked at her source and he saw a young man around her again, with light brown hair and navy eyes.
He seemed to be very mannered and proper as he greeted everyone with a smile and a bow or handshake. But he sniffed his scent and he smelt entirely of betrayal and wickedness. He didn't like this man, and it seemed that Kagome didn't either.
Kagome turned her back towards the figure she was looking at, and she almost squealed in surprise as Sango touched her shoulder concernedly.
"My god, Kagome. What's wrong with you tonight? You haven't said a single word since you sat down."
Kagome swallowed hard as she looked at the young man again with a fear worse than death.
"He's here... Oh my good gracious, he's here..." she whispered restlessly.
"What? What are you talking about? Who's here?" she asked. Kagome took deep breaths as he hands squeeze her handkerchief even more than before.
"Him... that bastard..." she answered uneasily with shaking hands.
"Kagome! Say it already!" whispered Ayame demandingly, "who are you talking about?"
The girl sighed deeply as she swallowed her fears and answered this:
"... My exboyfriend Houjou..."
~*~*~*~*~
DADADADAAAA! The mystery is solved! We finally know Kagome's ex! Sorry for the delay as always. Tell me your thoughts on it when you review! So peace out, minna-san! ^_^v
~*~ Ruu-chan
The maids are taken shopping to get ready for their masters' anniversary ball. Kagome is the main star of the party, but as Sesshoumaru glues his eyes on her, Kagome is reunited with a man worse than death, the man who broke her heart long ago... Who could he be?