"No bitch." Kagome paused and looked over her shoulder in the mirror in front of her. Sango stood, leaned up on the door frame shaking her head.
"No for what Sango?" Kagome said exasperated. She reached back up to pull her hair into a messy bun on her head.
Like a vulture, Sango pushed off the door frame and circled her. The look in Sango's eyes told her exactly what she could expect to come from her mouth before she could even spit out the words.
"Your outfit makes you look like a preschool teacher, and screams intact cherry." She said, finally circling into kagomes view and stopping in front of her.
Kagome sighed long and exhausted. Pinching the bridge of her nose.
"There is nothing wrong with my clothes Sango." She didn't see an issue with what she chose to wear. It was sensible and fit the purpose perfectly in her opinion.
"You would say that." Sango dead panned. She loved kagome like a sister and would kill over her in a heartbeat. But she questioned her fashion style.
Sango walked over to kagome's bed and plopped down, throwing her hands in front of her hands toward kagome as if telling her to look at herself.
"Kagome, your pants are baggy, your shirt is also baggy and tucked in like an 80's school principle, your hair is thrown up in a sloppy but in the middle of your head instead of the top where a messy bun goes by the way."
Kagome felt herself shrink at her words as she turned back to the mirror in silent inspection of her attire.
"And to top off the monstrosity, your wearing loafers!" Sango's finger went from one piece of clothing as she mentioned it, then landed on her brown loafers. A look of disgust shivering through her widened eyes.
Kagome cringed. Seizing her lower lip between her teeth as she began to feel her self doubt take over her. With a defeated groan, she threw her hands in the air and turned to sango, propping her hand to her hip. Irritation clear on her face.
"Well then what do you propose me to wear miss high and mighty fashion queen?! Because theses are the only dress clothes I have. I don't want to walk into this mans Office looking like I raped the pages of ever fashion week magazine on the planet!"
The slight curve of Sango's lips in a smirk had kagome reeling back with caution.
"Ok, then I have the perfect outfit."
"Sango..."
"Come on, were the same size."
"Shit..." Kagome squeaked as Sango grabbed her by the hand and yanked her out of her room and down the hall.
This was not happening! Fucking hell, This could not be happening today!
Someone had it out for her up there in heaven because from the moment she stepped foot out the door of her house, she has had a string of bad luck.
To start it off, her car wouldn't start. After cooing to it to start, then cussing at it when it didn't for 10 minutes straight, she was made to finally admit defeat and head to the train.
When she had gotten there, it would have been her luck that the damn doors were closing and she had missed that ride as well. Huffing with simmering anger, she hailed a cab.
But before she could even get the door of the car open, someone bumped into her and threw her papers all over the sidewalk. After taking 5 minutes to pick them back up, her cabbie had decided he wasn't going to wait and took off without a warning.
Lucky for her, the man who ran into her, whos name was Bankotsu she found out; hailed her another cab as she had a mini fit and stopped around on the sidewalk with her 4 inch spiked heals.
Unlucky for her again, she was stuck with a driving miss daisy! Fuck!
Could this day get any worse?! Could this cabbie drive any faster?! At this rate, it would take her 10 minutes to even reach the damn building when she was supposed to be in his office in 5!
"I'm sorry dear, but it looks like there is a traffic jam ahead." Miss daisy informed her. Kagome felt her heart fall out of her ass, and her eyebrow twitched.
Grinding her teeth together, Kagome growled and snatched blindly for her purse. She shoved her hand inside and grabbed the first bill it landed on.
Throwing the money in the front seat at the woman, She shoved the door open when the car came to a stand still and jumped out into the lanes of beeping horns and packed cars.
Her heels clacked the concrete as she ran as fast as her legs would carry her in them. Silently she was plotting Sango's death by shoving them up her ass first chance she got! This was all her fault! She didn't know how, but she just knew it was all her fault!
Kagome rounded a corner, pulling the strap to her bag higher on her shoulder and huffed a breath of relief. She could see the building! She could finally relax. She would make it. Taking a few steps forward, she felt her heart rate start to slow down as she walked.
Kagome felt a smile tug on her lips and chanced a look down at her watch. What the actual FUCK!
3 minutes to get to his office?! Kagome looked up and blanched. Cringing as she tested her feet on the heels. She could already feel the blisters. There was just no way she was going to make it!
With a defeated laugh, she pulled her bag closer to her body. Kagome bolted.
She made it to the counter, bursting right up to the receptionist slamming her hands down onto the marble top. A look of pleading and determination set in her eyes as she huffed for a second.
"Sess..." Damn she was out of breath. Swallowing hard, she tried again. "Sesshomaru Taisho. My name is Kagome Higurashi. I was supposed to meet with him at 2:30 today for the interview in NYU school newspaper. I know I'm a minute or two late, but I really hope I can still speak with him. It took me over a month to get the appointment and another month to wait for the actual day of and..." The guy at the counter chuckled and held his hand up, effectively putting her out of her misery and shutting her diarrhea of the mouth up.
"You are just fine, honey. Sesshomaru Sama has been held up in a meeting for the last hour and hasn't come out yet. I expect it to be another 20 minutes at least." He said, coming around the counter after reaching for something under his desk.
"Here." Water. Oh thank all things holy, it was fucking water.
Kagome tried not to snatch the bottle from his hands, but held nothing back as she viciously tore the cap open and gulped down at least half the bottle before taking a breath.
exhaling long and slow, Kagome tried to slow her breathing down from the quick puffs it was when she got here.
"Thank you." She commented, raising the bottle of water with a small shake and plopped down on the nearest waiting couch.
"Had a rough day?"
"You have no idea."
The guy laughed, then patted her shoulder kindly.
"Well, you can definitely tell. Why don't you go into the bathroom right there and straighten up. Your make up is running sweetheart, and it looks like your hair might try to bite my." He smiled and kagome laughed.
She was sure she looked a sight. The run from the curb to here had been the worst. The sidewalk was packed and she had shoulder checked her way through as quick as she could.
She was also pretty sure she knocked a man onto his ass, slapped a girl with her purse, and dashed some poor kids ice cream to the pavement in her mad dash for the building looming just out of her reach.
The click of the light automatically coming on when she entered sounded faintly and she made her way to the sink looking back at the disaster that used to be Sango's masterpiece.
Cursing, she took a few Kleenex from a box beside her and gently started to remove the smudges of eyeliner that had run and reapplied a coat of the nude colored lipstick in her purse.
Grabbing few more Kleenex, she gently blot the sheen of sweat on her brow and neck. She looked like she had just went a few rounds in the sack and mad dashed the walk of shame.
Pulling her hair out of the ruined french braid, Kagome bent her body forward, tipped her head down and threw her hair into a messy bun. On top of the head this time. Sango would be proud.
After straightening her off the shoulder light brown sweater that sango had forced her into over the skin tight jeans that sango had also damn near painted onto her, she sprayed another small mist of her favorite vanilla musk into the air and walked through it out into the lobby just as the receptionist guy was coming out of the double door leading to what she assumed was Mr. Taisho's office.
"Just in time. Mr. Taisho will see you now." He said, turning back to knock on the door.
Kagome nodded and walked up to the doors with slow steps.
One hand was hung at her side in a faux care free manner, while the other clutched her bags strap on her shoulder in a white knuckled grip.
"Enter." She heard a voice on the other side, and it stilled her in her steps when the doors opened. That voice ought to have been a fucking sin the way it washed over her like deep silk.
Molesting her mind to come up with all sorts of sinarios of other sounds that voice could make.
When the receptionist laughed lightly behind his hand, Kagome shot him a light scowl, stuck her nose in the air and walked inside like she was the queen of shiba.
The door clicked shut behind her and she looked up at the back of the man who was looking out the window with a cigarette in one hand. She took a step further into the room. She was here now. Everything was ok now.
Or so she thought. The heavens were not done shitting on her yet?!
Her heel came down wrong, tipped and she hit the floor. Her papers going all over the fucking room.
pulling herself up to her knees, Kagome started to quickly sweep her papers together. She mentally cursed her luck for the day again.
She could feel her ears burning. Desperately, she scooped the papers up to her chest and looked up when a pair of shiney black shoes stopped in front of her line of sight.
Looking up, the heat on her ears spread down her neck and across her entire face.
"Are you alright?" He asked, holding one clawed hand out to her. Her gaze fixed onto the silver ring on his thumb.
Swallowing hard, Kagome nodded her head slowly and reached up. His hand closed around hers and pulled her slowly to her feet. Another hand landed on her shoulder when she wobbled unsteady on the heels once.
"Thank you." Kagome pulled her hand free quickly without trying to be offending. But the warmth was doing things to her that she had never felt before.
Sesshomaru smirked and watched her bite her bottom lip and tuck a piece of hair behind her head before clearing her throat and finally looking up at him with a small smile.
"My name is Kagome Higurashi. I'm the reporter you agreed to meet with for the paper at NYU." Kagome could had slapped her forehead as she cringed slightly. Your here stupid. Of course he knows who you are!
"Of course." He replied smoothly.
He walked across the room and sat in a small sitting area in front of his desk and waved a gesture for her to join him.
Steeling herself for what felt like the millionth time that day, she slowly made her way to the area to take a seat in front of him.
Sesshomaru watched her with almost a predatory gleam in his eyes. He was leaned back in his chair, almost relaxed with one hand propped up to his chin. The thumb with the ring rubbed softly once on his lower lip and kagome bit her own bottom lip again. And heat started to slowly crawl its way back up her neck and ears.
"Are you ok if I record this conversation?"
He inclined his head in a nod, and she smiled again timidly.
Clearing her throat again from the nerves she pulled out her papers and quickly placed them on her lap and looked up into his molten golden eyes.
"So, I guess my first question is..." Fuck, everything is out of order. finding a decent enough question, she looked back up. "They say you are the youngest CEO to have ever built a business this successful. Your only 25, did you have any help from outside?" She asked, pen tip lightly bit between her teeth as she waited.
"No, I had no help. My father would have helped me. And I guess in a since he did. He sent me to college and paid for all of my education. But this started as a project for one of my business classes. Come up with a proposal. Mine was solid. I do not like to cut corners. After I graduated, I decided to actually take this little project and make it a reality."
"It was a success. So you like control and perfection."
Sesshomaru leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees.
"I exercise control in a great many aspects of my life, Miss Higurashi."
Kagome squirmed in her seat. The predatory look in his eyes was back and it seemed as if something was lurking just beneath the surface.
"Your company is primarily in the computer software development. But you have also dabbled in the businesses of hospitals and homeless shelters. Is that a passion of yours? Helping those who need it?" Sesshomaru smirked and huffed a chuckle.
"That's great for business." He replied. Kagome stiffened and looked up at his answer.
"You don't agree?" He asked, more like challenged.
"I don't know much about business." She said softly, looking back down at her papers.
"I think that maybe you have a bigger heart then you let people see." She answered when she looked back up.
"I've been told I don't have a heart."
"Why would they say that?"
"Because they know who I am." His statement left little room for anything else on that subject.
"Continue."
"Do you have any interest outside of work?" She asked, looking up into his face again.
"I enjoy various... physical pursuits."
"You lost your mother and was adopted by your step mother at age 4."
"That's a matter of public record. Do you have any other questions, Miss Higurashi?" He asked, and she felt as if she may have overstepped and offended him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't meant to offend you." He inclined his head once with a small smile.
Kagome felt her confidence in this interview slipping right out that damn window. Fuck this was going to hell before it even got started.
Scrambling through her papers again, she randomly pulled one out and read the first question she saw.
"Are you gay?" Kagome slapped a hand over her mouth. Closing her eyes as if in pain, she cursed behind her palm.
Kagome quickly snatched the paper up and noticed the not typed but written chicken scrawl at the bottom of the page.
The contemplation of Sango's murder began again and she was quite sure it was going to happen to.
"No, Miss Higurashi. I am not gay." He answered simply.
There was a slight growl in his silken voice and kagome shivered. What the hell was going on with today?!
"I'm so sorry, My roommate..." She offered the paper as proof. Held it out for him to see the offending question at the bottom. "She must have wrote it in..."
Sesshomaru sat back in his seat again, eyeing her thoughtfully. All of these questions, minus the last one were all typical interview questions. Nothing different then any other interview he had given.
"Tell me Miss Higurashi, What is it that you really want to ask me."
Kagome looked back up from the papers in her lap. His eyes seemed to glow, but there was something hidden in them that she just couldn't place.
"Earlier you said that there were people who knew you... Why do I get the feeling that that is not true at all." His eyes widened. Who was this slip of a girl in front of him? And why did he feel as if he needed to know every aspect of her life.
A knock at the door sounded through the room and Kagome jumped slightly at the surprise before the receptionist poked his head around.
"Mr. Taisho, Your 3:30 is here."
"Cancel it." He shot back, his eyes never leaving her face as she began to pack up her papers.
"I would like to know more about you." Kagome looked up with surprise, tucking a wayward hair behind her ear.
"There isn't much to know about me." She trailed off.
"What made you major in journalism?"
"I didn't. This is just a passion project. Something extra I guess. I am majoring in English Lit." She answered simply. Folding the papers long ways and sticking them inside her journal.
"Oh?" He leaned forward again with his elbows on his knees. His middle finger absent mindedly twisting the ring on his thumb around.
"And what made you fall in love with literature? Who was it? Bronte, Austin, Hardy?"
"Hardy."
"I would have guessed Austin."
The walk back to the elevators was slow. His hand was steady and warm on her back as he lead her through the lobby.
"I hope you got everything you needed?" He asked.
"You only answered like 3 questions." The bell dinged, alerting her to the elevator, and she turned just as the doors were open. Making her way slowly inside.
"Kagome." His head inclined.
"Sesshomaru." He repeated back just as the doors closed and trapped her inside.
Her nerves were all over the place. Taking a deep breath, she blew it out and tried to still her rapidly pounding heart. It ought to be illegal for one man to be so damn good looking, and cocky at the same time. She had so much to talk to Sango about... After she killed her and revived her.
Storming out of the elevator, Kagome dug her phone from her pocket and dialed her best friend.
"Sango! You fucking Bitch!"
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or its characters. I do not own fifty shades of grey.
Hello everyone! So this is something I have had cooking up in my head for a while now. I keep hearing the song earned it by the weekend and that song is just soooooo sensual, and I keep thinking, sesshomaru would make an amazing Dom wouldn't he? I have read one other 50 shades type story on here with Sesshomaru and it was great! So I wanted to try. I hope you all like my take on it. I am going to keep it close to the original 50 shades in some area's because honestly, I cant figure a way around it, but I will also be changing some things around as well to make this story more mine. I don't claim to be the best writer, but please remember to review! I feed off of reviews! its like a constant IV stream of motivation for me! Best writing crack around!
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