Installment Fifty: Dreaded Photo
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No way.
Splashed across the magazine was a sight she never thought would ever happen.
There laying provocatively on top of another man was his sister, in a skimpy outfit (not really but what brother would be okay with their sister being shown in a fashion magazine wearing some revealing clothes).
"Souta-dear," the voice of his mother made him quickly shove the magazine under his textbook (even if he was against his sister having been photographed as such, he was not going to throw her at their mother's mercy).
"Yes mom?" hallway turning to the door of his room, the woman who gave his sister and him life, was standing in the doorway, idly drying her hands on a towel.
"Have you heard from your sister? She promised to call home, but it's been a few days," the worried tone of her voice, made his eyes unconsciously flick towards what lay beneath his homework.
He had not really heard from his sister, but technically speaking he knew of where she could be.
"No mom," blue eyes stared into brown steadily. "She probably hiked all the way to her next site and left behind her phone. You know how she is."
Giving him a small smile his mom nodded, "You're probably right. I just can't help but worry about my babies."
Blushing he could only squeak out a mortified, "Mom!"
Chuckling, his mom walked away, leaving him once more to his thoughts on his sister's latest adventure.
She so owes me for this.
No way.
There on her desk was a magazine with her on its front page.
I knew it was going to be going out in few months, but seriously who said it should be on the front page! Yanking her head in frustration she wanted to yell (and pull on a certain someone's ears).
Throwing herself in her chair, she ignored the questionable looks her coworkers sent her. Well some, most of them were used to her odd quirks.
Sesshomaru is not going to be happy.
And boy was that an understatement. He had been completely against her helping Shippo with this endeavor, but her soft heart (and his cuteness) had made her ignore his warnings.
"If you are set on wanting to help the kit, This One will not oppose," disguised clawed hands were steepled, noble face was set in frustrated resignation. They had been arguing over her taking time off to help Shippo in his shoot, which of course Sesshomaru was against, she had just returned from a trip with new results of her 'purification' over bodies of water.
The experiments she should have been conducting to attain the results would be on hold until further notice. A workaholic like the Western Lord, of course was dead set on her working until his say so.
"Really?" She asked in disbelief.
Which was why his final response was out of the left field.
"Hn," he nodded turning away from her on focusing on the papers that littered his usually impeccable desk.
"Should the kit cause problems though," usual hazel turned gold and speared her instantly. "Both of you will face the consequences."
Gulping she gave a shaky, "Yes", before hightailing it out of his office.
Sighing she thunked her head on her desk.
She knew he had calmed from his usual 'You annoy so I will kill you' tendencies, but he was in charge of her paycheck, and her boss.
Life at work was going to be so troublesome.
Damn you Shippo!
What. Is. This.
A platinum haired lead singer of a certain band was staring fixedly at the magazine that had appeared on the dining room table.
Seeing that it was promoting a certain someone's he knew that he nor his teammates would have brought that into the house.
I should probably cleanse the house afterwards, he thought idly. It probably brought in some bad vibes.
Seeing that it had his face enlarged in the front cover, it took him another second to recognize the other figure on the magazine.
Black hair, streaked with blue, the captivating indigo eyes, eyes that right then were glittering with a gleam that could bring men down to their knees, was (almost) straddling that dog.
Amethyst eyes flashed eerily.
Kagomeā¦
Sighing out Shippo was glad that he was able to take the magazines to their respective owners. He hoped that they liked their presents. It was hard enough having to give each of them their presents before the upcoming sale the next week.
"Ah." Luckily, he had his speed and was able to give all of them their gifts and he could rest in his home comfortably.
He hoped everyone was as happy as him that the Director was so happy with the results he had decided to put their photo on the first page.
Such a great feat, but no less than expected of his nee-san's charisma.
Narrowing his eyes, he had a nagging feeling that he had forgotten something.
Then again, he had been feeling shivers course through him throughout the day.
Could I be getting sick?
"Have they sent over my finished work from the Akbar line?"
Shoko could only shake her head. For all that Sho was laying on the car seats, looking through his phone, his tone was somewhat obvious in its nonchalant.
Clearly, he was eager to see the finished photos of him and Tama.
"We were supposed to get the finished magazine today," she said, turning back to her phone. "A messenger was supposed to have brought it today but he never arrived."
Despite her hope there were no messages on as to the arrival of the long-awaited magazine.
"So?"
"We will have to speak with the agency and see if they might send one next week."
So now I have to wait until the next week to see Tama-ahem-my beautiful self in STAR magazine.
Damn you, you lousy messenger.
A/N: Another Skip Beat -_-'
Well it was a quick update. Thank you all for your support I loved each and every review.
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