Dinner had been pleasant.
Inuyasha began to relax almost instantly after his arrival. He was afraid that it would turn out awkward or utterly embarrassing but the girl's family had welcomed him in graciously. He had never been in such a pleasant atmosphere and while he was tense in the new situation he found that it was not the tense sensation of being on guard, weary all the time of attack but of the kind that suggested safety and comfort. That is of course after the initial shock and misunderstanding about boyfriends had been cleared up. He had managed to avoid most questions only divulging that he had recently moved into town and that he was working for the new hotel in the upper highlands area.
His time was mostly occupied by the young boy of the residence. The little bundle of energy wore Inuyasha out with all his questions and games. By the time Lady Higurashi had dragged the boy, Sota, off to bed and the old man they called grandpa had stop trying to tell his boring as hell stories Inuyasha was drained. He could have fallen on the floor in that moment and not of woken up for a week. He said his good byes to Mrs. Higurashi in a surprisingly formal tone. Apparently, Inuyasha was capable of civil conversation and utilized it accordingly.
The stillness that encompassed his last moments with the girl while standing in her house's entrance saw a surprising event. The kind exchanges were underlined with a desire not to part.
He got his first good look at the girl when she opened the door to her house. The light from the hall lit up her frame. Her dark hair streaked with blue highlights bounced and bobbed with the stirrings of the night air. The green and white school uniform that resembles a sailor's outfit did nothing to distract from her features, if anything it complimented her complexion creating a stark contrast with her hair. And when she turned around, focusing those blue gray eyes on him, she smiled that smile capable of rendering entire armies powerless. Nothing and everything became possible in that moment. Had his scowl not been a permanent fixture upon his face his jaw might have hung open enabling him to slobber all over himself.
Beautiful, he thought.
She radiated comfort, charm, and hope. Her conversations were witty and intelligent, full of energy and vigor. There was never a time throughout the evening in which her face was blank. All emotions and thoughts that crossed through the girl's head were prevalent to anyone brave enough to look upon her without embarrassment. Her aura filled the room, cloaking the inhabitants in her personality. Not overwhelming, but certainly commanding, impressing her self into the soul.
She was regal in her own right. Not stiff and secretive like the people Inuyasha is used to dealing with, but her presence seemed to demand to be surrounded by goodness and propriety. He would like to unleash her in a room full of his business partners and associates. Most of all he would love to sick her on his brother. The pompous prick would not know where to begin with her. Inuyasha chuckled at the mental image of his brother being backed into a wall for insulting that girl.
His thoughts drew back to their parting. A small frown had graced her lips. Inuyasha was disturbed by the feelings that memory dredged up in him. Only hours old and he still could not lose the feeling that he should have done something to… to …
Oh, hell I don't know.
His conscience would not let him alone. Pulling what little memory of her he possessed to the forefront of his musings.
He needed to forget her.
He would forget her.
At least that's what he tells himself. She will be forgotten tomorrow and he can go back to achieving his goal of being better than his brother in all things, even emotional control. He needs to show that bastard that he, Inuyasha, is just as capable of running the family business as the self proclaimed royal, smug, girly, ass-munch himself. After all, his brother would never let some small, insignificant human girl invade his thoughts, no matter how intriguing.
No, he would forget her immediately. That is the only possible solution; to remain completely infallible.
The sun had just started its accent into the waiting sky when Inuyasha turned toward his hotel and to his bed. As the night faded, so did his human form. His hair blended from black to its regular silvery white. His fingers lengthened to points taking on the shape of claws. Ears that formerly rested on the sides of his head grew furry and slid higher up, twitching as he got used to the feel of dog ears again. Violet eyes gave way to gold as his vision increased. The smells and sounds of a pre dawn metropolis came rushing back to greet their former companion after a night of neglect.
Inuyasha mounted the drab concrete stairs leading up to his penthouse suit on the twentieth floor. He did not want to be stopped at the elevators by his father's employees, aptly named punching-bags by both Inuyasha and his brother. Therefore, the stairs would have to do. Only a demon of extreme vigor and strength would even want to accomplish such a feat. Inuyasha being within the category of supreme demon that he is found such a task easily surmounted, although not a welcomed sight considering his advanced state of sleepiness.
He took the stairs fifteen at a time, barely panting by the time he rounded the last corner and set foot in front of his door. The door whispered open, the only sound as testimony to its disturbance is that of the springs stretching and contracting in response to Inuyasha's entrance. He set his keys and wallet on the cherry wood table in the foyer and glimpsed his appearance in the mirror placed above that very table. He almost attacked the mirror. Before him a hideous beast scrutinized him in a lopsided stare. Its eyes were watery and were set within dark puss bags that Inuyasha presumed the beast called eye sockets. Its hair a mess and clothing wrinkled beyond any hope of recovery. The dreadful sight could well render any reasonable citizen into insanity. It is a good thing that the creature chose to move in doors before the early birds of the world managed a gander at the pathetic… thing.
Inuyasha sighed and proceeded further into his residence. He didn't even make it to his room before he collapsed, the couch having been more easily accessible.
That's when he felt it; that loathsome presence, that being of immeasurable distaste, that… that… Well, you get the idea.
"I do not appreciate being disturbed in the middle of the night; especially when I must rush to another country in order to baby-sit my pathetic half- brother."
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AN:
Ok, I got mad at this and decided to do something about it immediately. Every three sentences or so I would save this sucker, so that if I ever lose it (again) it will not be because of not saving it (this is just a stupid sentence. I get weird when I'm upset so bear with me ok). I will most definitely be making major changes to this chapter. I am not happy with the way it turned out. It doesn't compare with the original and I know I'm leaving some things out that I had done in the first place but I can't remember what they are. So now my fic is completely different from what it was before. You may be saying how this is so when it is only one chapter and it begins and ends the same way as before with similar details in between (god you're a dumb ass Map, no one is going to ask a stupid question like that)? OK, fine. I am merely trying to portray the absolute loss and destitution I am feeling right now due to the words I will never gain back (god, what a pussy. Can you tell I'm overly dramatic or what?). Hey, this "author's notes" stuff is a ton of fun. It's like a story within a story, only… not very interesting. I'll leave now and attempt to save face.
3 June 2002
I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, tidally-de. -Map
Inuyasha began to relax almost instantly after his arrival. He was afraid that it would turn out awkward or utterly embarrassing but the girl's family had welcomed him in graciously. He had never been in such a pleasant atmosphere and while he was tense in the new situation he found that it was not the tense sensation of being on guard, weary all the time of attack but of the kind that suggested safety and comfort. That is of course after the initial shock and misunderstanding about boyfriends had been cleared up. He had managed to avoid most questions only divulging that he had recently moved into town and that he was working for the new hotel in the upper highlands area.
His time was mostly occupied by the young boy of the residence. The little bundle of energy wore Inuyasha out with all his questions and games. By the time Lady Higurashi had dragged the boy, Sota, off to bed and the old man they called grandpa had stop trying to tell his boring as hell stories Inuyasha was drained. He could have fallen on the floor in that moment and not of woken up for a week. He said his good byes to Mrs. Higurashi in a surprisingly formal tone. Apparently, Inuyasha was capable of civil conversation and utilized it accordingly.
The stillness that encompassed his last moments with the girl while standing in her house's entrance saw a surprising event. The kind exchanges were underlined with a desire not to part.
He got his first good look at the girl when she opened the door to her house. The light from the hall lit up her frame. Her dark hair streaked with blue highlights bounced and bobbed with the stirrings of the night air. The green and white school uniform that resembles a sailor's outfit did nothing to distract from her features, if anything it complimented her complexion creating a stark contrast with her hair. And when she turned around, focusing those blue gray eyes on him, she smiled that smile capable of rendering entire armies powerless. Nothing and everything became possible in that moment. Had his scowl not been a permanent fixture upon his face his jaw might have hung open enabling him to slobber all over himself.
Beautiful, he thought.
She radiated comfort, charm, and hope. Her conversations were witty and intelligent, full of energy and vigor. There was never a time throughout the evening in which her face was blank. All emotions and thoughts that crossed through the girl's head were prevalent to anyone brave enough to look upon her without embarrassment. Her aura filled the room, cloaking the inhabitants in her personality. Not overwhelming, but certainly commanding, impressing her self into the soul.
She was regal in her own right. Not stiff and secretive like the people Inuyasha is used to dealing with, but her presence seemed to demand to be surrounded by goodness and propriety. He would like to unleash her in a room full of his business partners and associates. Most of all he would love to sick her on his brother. The pompous prick would not know where to begin with her. Inuyasha chuckled at the mental image of his brother being backed into a wall for insulting that girl.
His thoughts drew back to their parting. A small frown had graced her lips. Inuyasha was disturbed by the feelings that memory dredged up in him. Only hours old and he still could not lose the feeling that he should have done something to… to …
Oh, hell I don't know.
His conscience would not let him alone. Pulling what little memory of her he possessed to the forefront of his musings.
He needed to forget her.
He would forget her.
At least that's what he tells himself. She will be forgotten tomorrow and he can go back to achieving his goal of being better than his brother in all things, even emotional control. He needs to show that bastard that he, Inuyasha, is just as capable of running the family business as the self proclaimed royal, smug, girly, ass-munch himself. After all, his brother would never let some small, insignificant human girl invade his thoughts, no matter how intriguing.
No, he would forget her immediately. That is the only possible solution; to remain completely infallible.
The sun had just started its accent into the waiting sky when Inuyasha turned toward his hotel and to his bed. As the night faded, so did his human form. His hair blended from black to its regular silvery white. His fingers lengthened to points taking on the shape of claws. Ears that formerly rested on the sides of his head grew furry and slid higher up, twitching as he got used to the feel of dog ears again. Violet eyes gave way to gold as his vision increased. The smells and sounds of a pre dawn metropolis came rushing back to greet their former companion after a night of neglect.
Inuyasha mounted the drab concrete stairs leading up to his penthouse suit on the twentieth floor. He did not want to be stopped at the elevators by his father's employees, aptly named punching-bags by both Inuyasha and his brother. Therefore, the stairs would have to do. Only a demon of extreme vigor and strength would even want to accomplish such a feat. Inuyasha being within the category of supreme demon that he is found such a task easily surmounted, although not a welcomed sight considering his advanced state of sleepiness.
He took the stairs fifteen at a time, barely panting by the time he rounded the last corner and set foot in front of his door. The door whispered open, the only sound as testimony to its disturbance is that of the springs stretching and contracting in response to Inuyasha's entrance. He set his keys and wallet on the cherry wood table in the foyer and glimpsed his appearance in the mirror placed above that very table. He almost attacked the mirror. Before him a hideous beast scrutinized him in a lopsided stare. Its eyes were watery and were set within dark puss bags that Inuyasha presumed the beast called eye sockets. Its hair a mess and clothing wrinkled beyond any hope of recovery. The dreadful sight could well render any reasonable citizen into insanity. It is a good thing that the creature chose to move in doors before the early birds of the world managed a gander at the pathetic… thing.
Inuyasha sighed and proceeded further into his residence. He didn't even make it to his room before he collapsed, the couch having been more easily accessible.
That's when he felt it; that loathsome presence, that being of immeasurable distaste, that… that… Well, you get the idea.
"I do not appreciate being disturbed in the middle of the night; especially when I must rush to another country in order to baby-sit my pathetic half- brother."
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AN:
Ok, I got mad at this and decided to do something about it immediately. Every three sentences or so I would save this sucker, so that if I ever lose it (again) it will not be because of not saving it (this is just a stupid sentence. I get weird when I'm upset so bear with me ok). I will most definitely be making major changes to this chapter. I am not happy with the way it turned out. It doesn't compare with the original and I know I'm leaving some things out that I had done in the first place but I can't remember what they are. So now my fic is completely different from what it was before. You may be saying how this is so when it is only one chapter and it begins and ends the same way as before with similar details in between (god you're a dumb ass Map, no one is going to ask a stupid question like that)? OK, fine. I am merely trying to portray the absolute loss and destitution I am feeling right now due to the words I will never gain back (god, what a pussy. Can you tell I'm overly dramatic or what?). Hey, this "author's notes" stuff is a ton of fun. It's like a story within a story, only… not very interesting. I'll leave now and attempt to save face.
3 June 2002
I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, tidally-de. -Map