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Toga laid down on the couch with the lights dimmed, a sleeping mask over his eyes. Sesshomaru had just given him water to go with the pills that he just took for his headache. Settling the wet washrag on his father's forehead, Sesshomaru crouched down beside him.
His father was steadily breathing now and not calling him ridiculous nicknames. He was finally asleep.
Sighing, the young man stood up and proceeded to the mahogany desk. His father left a few papers scattered on the table, and as he bent down to file them, the phone rang.
H.K, the caller ID read. The phone was connected to all of the other phones in the house, so he picked it up. "Taisho residence, this is Sesshomaru." He greeted curtly. Sesshomaru was met by silence at the other end of the line. "Taisho residence." he repeated. He was starting to get frustrated when...
"Uhm..." came the hesitant female voice. Sesshomaru's eyes flew open as he recognized the voice in an instant. "I was... I..."
"Higurashi." Sesshomaru announced coldly. How did she get their number? Why was she even calling? He fumbled through the call history and found, to his surprise, her calls were actually once a day since last week. So the sneak had been calling Inuyasha without his knowing?!
And the squirt had already even logged in her number in their directory!
"Ah, Sesshomaru-senpai, never mind!" she slammed the phone on the other end and he was left with a dial tone. As he slammed the phone himself, guardian mode resurrected full force and Sesshomaru stormed out of the room.
So you want to play dirty. I'll show you dirty.
You will never know what hit you, Higurashi.
As Toga lay bonelessly on the couch, his cellphone rang. Without taking his sleeping mask off, he took it out of his pocket and swiped to answer. "Toga speaking." the older man listened for quite a while to the mysterious person on the other end. "No, dearie. He said no." He paused again as the other person spoke. "He will... he will. I know him, I know his type.. and you definitely are his perf-"
Toga sighed. "Well, yeah. Just give him time. That picky patootie of mine is stubborn like his mom. But if he doesn't accept you, then dearie, perhaps that stubborn mule doesn't deserve you. Just be yourself, I can see you are an amazing young woman."
Toga smiled as the other end gushed out appreciation. When he switched off his phone, Toga took off his mask and breathed in relief. His headache had finally subsided to level 2.
