"Fuck off Sesshoumaru."
"My, what language. Can you not even greet me properly?" Sesshoumaru sighed for dramatic effect; "I do not know where father got it in his head that you would be capable of civilized business dealings."
"Like I give a fuck if I'm civilized at the butt-crack of dawn," Inuyasha mumbled into the couch cushions.
"You should be getting up now, not just barely crawling your decaying carcass into bed."
"Go away shit-head, I'll talk to you in a couple of hours."
Sesshoumaru sighed then walked out of the room. He accepted there was no use in arguing with the half demon. Sesshoumaru knew he could easily nudge his bother into a flaming round of arguments but that would be counter productive and completely against his father's wishes. So, he left to deal with his bother at a later date.
Inuyasha listened to the soft wisps of air upset by his brothers passing. He had a feeling that he was not going to like having his brother's presence here. Somehow Sesshoumaru always managed to show him up.
Inuyasha let out a long breath of air; he would deal with it latter. At that moment all he wanted was to sleep.
And so he did.
Right up until the most annoying alarm clock on the entire face of the earth decided to run into his room, blaring at the top of it's shrill little voice that the esteemed, poll-up-his-ass, Sesshoumaru demands a meeting with his brother.
Inuyasha leapt from his face down position on the couch, twisting into a perfect arch, and landing squarely on top of the pointed, now squished, head of Sesshoumaru's servant.
"Feh, you're still alive, toad? I would of thought that someone would have killed you by now."
Toad, being a very accurate way to describe the demon stooge. Between two and two and a half feet the green, pointed snout, bald, bug eyed little shit happened to be the only demon servant that would put up with Sesshoumaru's eccentric ways. All others quit or in some cases, found themselves being toted away by demons in white clothing, and later communing with kings and presidents in straight jackets.
The green toad in a blue suit wobbled around trying to regain his bearings. "I, Jaken, am… gooder that that… to be beaten." The minuscule man managed to sputter out, still spinning slightly.
"What in the hell are you talking about? You haven't been sniffing things you shouldn't, have you?"
"Why you, insolent whelp," Jaken sobered quickly and shook his cane at Inuyasha as if the wart infested man could actually be imposing. "How dare you treat Jaken as such? You will show me respect, laddie. I am the retainer of the great Sesshoumaru."
"Comic relief, more like."
The goblin in despise puffed his cheeks in outrage, face turning purple. He set his stance and readied his magical Staff of Heads. He was intent on burning a hole straight through Inuyasha, but the claw-bedecked demon would have none of that.
Inuyasha was before the toad just as the magic began to build. He tore the staff from the little man's hands growling in a menacing manner. Inuyasha's claws rapped around Jaken's stumpy throat and he could feel the small demon swallow, hard.
"Why are you here?" Inuyasha made the question a threat, one that had Jaken wanting to run away in order to maintain his life. Jaken had just attempted to battle with another demon and the laws clearly define Inuyasha's right to seek retribution. Inuyasha wasn't kidding when he asked why no one had killed the toad yet; he was always forgetting his place, as many older demons tend to do. The laws created after the war between the humans and demons gave humans and lesser demons equal status to the greater demons. Many greater demons are still a tad irked about that.
"Sesshoumaru demands you meet him in his office immediately," the walking wart stated in a surprisingly focused and insolent tone. Apparently, Jaken decided that if he was going to die then he was going to do so proudly.
Inuyasha had to suppress a smirk. He felt some respect toward the travel-sized punching bag, albeit only a grain of dust's amount but more than Inuyasha held for Jaken before. It takes a lot to stare death in the face and not wilt. For that Inuyasha would let the green glob of goop live. Also, Sesshoumaru would have an absolute tizzy fit if another one of his servants disappears on him, again.
Inuyasha released his captive and dropped the staff.
"What do you mean his office? He doesn't have an office."
The little shit had the audacity to curl his lips at him, "He does now."
Inuyasha growled at him, baring his fangs and bringing his claws into plain view.
Jaken squealed in terror and ran from the room, Staff of Heads in hand, faster than Inuyasha thought possible on those legs.
Inuyasha watched the door for a moment after Jaken exited through it. He was trying to regain his bearings.
Jaken had interrupted something pleasant and Inuyasha was trying to remember what. He remembered something about being asleep and then he remembered certain sensory memories such as smell. Oh, god that smell, sweet and exciting and… and suddenly images of his dreams popped into his head that accompanied that smell.
They were of her and they were not something he remembered doing with her the night before.
The room became stuffy. Images of her and him and his bed flashed through his head at a dizzying rate. Then they change to images of him and her and the Well in some interesting posses. Those slipped into the recesses of Inuyasha's mind while more continued to bombard him.
Now they were on his couch!
Good god, the girl is most assuredly good looking but this is rediculass. Inuyasha has not been immune to womanly charms but he has never wanted release so bad as he does in this moment.
He should not of spent the whole night brooding over her; he should have known that this was where it would lead him. He had to forget her before someone found out. He refused to have any weaknesses. Not now, not when he had a chance to prove himself.
No matter how desirable a girl is there is always another one out there to get pleasure from. To dwell on one is just asking for trouble. Lusting after some girl as if he were in heat would only prove to his brother that he is really just some mangy mutt. And that could not happen.
Well, it's true that not all girls out there are quite as beautiful and most don't smell quite so delectable.
Inuyasha's lips lifted slightly at the ends. An image interred his mind pertaining to satisfying his taste buds. He remembered learning somewhere that food tastes only as good as it smells. He wondered if that were true.
"Ack," Inuyasha cried out. I have to calm down, he told himself. Perhaps it would be wise to rethink how he was going to handle the situation, because obviously trying to wipe her from his mind wasn't going to happen any time soon. Until he could figure it all out he had to distract himself. He had things he had to do first before he could allow himself to think about personal gratification.
He searched the room for something to rap his befuddled mind around, searching for anything non-sensual in nature. The clock on the wall above the sink in the suite's kitchen read eleven thirty. He must have slept for approximately five hours. Inuyasha was surprised that his brother would let him sleep that long, he had only expected a couple of hours at the most.
Maybe he's in a good mood.
That idea was shot down quickly. Sesshoumaru in a good mood would mean the world had found its end.
Inuyasha snorted and meandered off into his bedroom to take a cold shower and dress.
That done, he looked at himself in his closet's full-length mirror. A far cry from his appearance earlier that morning, his white hair is tamed and still damp from his shower. His red button down shirt is a darker shade where his hair settled across his shoulders and back. That didn't matter though. It would dry quickly and no one would now the difference.
All fatigue had left the half demon after his sojourn from the waking world. Demon blood has its perks, among them being less need for sleep. Inuyasha needs more sleep than a full-blooded demon but not by much, maybe fifteen minutes more a night. Observing his double, from the black freshly shined leather shoes to the black dress slacks all the way up to the top of his head Inuyasha became satisfied that he rivaled his brother in looks. Besides the fact that Sesshoumaru is in nature more effeminate while Inuyasha is more masculine. Inuyasha smirked at this. He was happy that he could at least match Sesshoumaru in this area. He never liked it when he looked the poor second child to the world-renowned businessman when in Sesshoumaru's presence. He always tried to look as good as he could in public so that Sesshoumaru would not be able to hold that over his head.
Unfortunately, thoughts of making good impressions on public sentiment lead Inuyasha back to a dangerous subject.
He watched as his eyes widened in the mirror.
Is my resolve so pathetic that I can't forget about her for longer than thirty minutes, Inuyasha thought exasperated?
He had to get back to more pressing matters like, what in the hell is Sesshoumaru doing in this country. That is definitely a topic that needs to be cleared up.
Inuyasha knew exactly where to find Sesshoumaru.
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AN:
Extra long today, and no whining because I didn't go into details about the shower scene. The voices in my head are trouble enough without people griping about naked dog demons. Hell, I have one head voice that is threatening suicide for not describing the contours of Inuyasha's body or, better yet, it says having a shower scene with Kagome in it. (Like I would care if one of my voices suddenly disappeared. You'd miss me if I was gone Not bloody likely.) The pervert.
Ok, now I realize that some people will feel that I'm rushing Inuyasha's feelings and that perhaps he seems a bit out of character (OOC). So this is how I see it:
We know that Inuyasha has feelings for Kagome in the original the only problem is that he doesn't know exactly what those feelings are. Plus he's got the whole dead lover complex going that my fic refuses to acknowledge. No soul stealing ex-girlfriend makes for less hang ups in IY and K's relationship. Ok? Ok.
Next, IY knows he is lusting after K. This is a lust at first sight fic. No LOVE. Got me. I may not get to them loving each other. Purely lust and sex and hormones and more sex. (I don't believe in love at first sight therefore my characters don't either.)
This is the modern world therefore this means that people aren't so picky about the abstinence until marriage thing and yes IY is not a virgin. (People are going to start throwing rotten fruit I can feel it.) Also, this is modern era therefore differences in clothes and different hang-ups. (I.e.: No dirty half demon. We have a clean puppy on our hands. Dirt as in stuff that makes mud when mixed with water. If you can't tell IY is perverted so he is dirty in that sense, too.)
The rest I'm sure you will pick up in the story. (Sorry for those of you that thought this was going to be nice clean fluff. My mind just don't work that way.)
Looky look, I wrote 'manner' instead of 'manor'. Aren't you proud?
Wow, this is such a load of crap. At least it isn't nearly as bad as my other story is turning out. That one is a psycadilic trip to the land of crazy. Not only that but I'm two weeks late on up dating and it isn't because the sight has been down either. It's because I'm a lazy bastard. No lie, I really am.
Speaking of crap: I just posted my Ode to Bubblegum. The last line is funny. (Me like.) I recommend to all to read. It will only take a moment to read if you want. It's choppy and completely out of whack because I don't write poetry. I have complete respect for people that can write poetry well, it definitely is an art form.
I know what I'm doing with this fic but I have not a clue as to how I'm gonna end it. I have visions of scenes dancing around in my head but it's like they just suddenly stop. No end, just nothingness. So this is probably going to end horrendously, but maybe I'll think of something.
Oooo, there is this really funny scene coming up between the brothers. At least it's funny in my head, so we will see how it turns out on paper. I'll tell you when we get to the scene so you all can decide if I managed to do justice to the idea.
Lets play a game where we see how many different names we can give to Jaken. That was the funnest part about this chapter. 'Goblin in despise' is my favorite because I happened upon it by accident. It was suddenly just there and it was beautiful. Can you imagine Jaken in a business suit; I can, that's why I wrote about it.
Ok, enough crazy talk. The next chapter will be out soon to make up for my lazy ass not up dating sooner.
20 June 2002
"And I said to the man 'Ok, but your going to have to pay me a lot of money' and he said 'I would expect no less.'" -Map
"My, what language. Can you not even greet me properly?" Sesshoumaru sighed for dramatic effect; "I do not know where father got it in his head that you would be capable of civilized business dealings."
"Like I give a fuck if I'm civilized at the butt-crack of dawn," Inuyasha mumbled into the couch cushions.
"You should be getting up now, not just barely crawling your decaying carcass into bed."
"Go away shit-head, I'll talk to you in a couple of hours."
Sesshoumaru sighed then walked out of the room. He accepted there was no use in arguing with the half demon. Sesshoumaru knew he could easily nudge his bother into a flaming round of arguments but that would be counter productive and completely against his father's wishes. So, he left to deal with his bother at a later date.
Inuyasha listened to the soft wisps of air upset by his brothers passing. He had a feeling that he was not going to like having his brother's presence here. Somehow Sesshoumaru always managed to show him up.
Inuyasha let out a long breath of air; he would deal with it latter. At that moment all he wanted was to sleep.
And so he did.
Right up until the most annoying alarm clock on the entire face of the earth decided to run into his room, blaring at the top of it's shrill little voice that the esteemed, poll-up-his-ass, Sesshoumaru demands a meeting with his brother.
Inuyasha leapt from his face down position on the couch, twisting into a perfect arch, and landing squarely on top of the pointed, now squished, head of Sesshoumaru's servant.
"Feh, you're still alive, toad? I would of thought that someone would have killed you by now."
Toad, being a very accurate way to describe the demon stooge. Between two and two and a half feet the green, pointed snout, bald, bug eyed little shit happened to be the only demon servant that would put up with Sesshoumaru's eccentric ways. All others quit or in some cases, found themselves being toted away by demons in white clothing, and later communing with kings and presidents in straight jackets.
The green toad in a blue suit wobbled around trying to regain his bearings. "I, Jaken, am… gooder that that… to be beaten." The minuscule man managed to sputter out, still spinning slightly.
"What in the hell are you talking about? You haven't been sniffing things you shouldn't, have you?"
"Why you, insolent whelp," Jaken sobered quickly and shook his cane at Inuyasha as if the wart infested man could actually be imposing. "How dare you treat Jaken as such? You will show me respect, laddie. I am the retainer of the great Sesshoumaru."
"Comic relief, more like."
The goblin in despise puffed his cheeks in outrage, face turning purple. He set his stance and readied his magical Staff of Heads. He was intent on burning a hole straight through Inuyasha, but the claw-bedecked demon would have none of that.
Inuyasha was before the toad just as the magic began to build. He tore the staff from the little man's hands growling in a menacing manner. Inuyasha's claws rapped around Jaken's stumpy throat and he could feel the small demon swallow, hard.
"Why are you here?" Inuyasha made the question a threat, one that had Jaken wanting to run away in order to maintain his life. Jaken had just attempted to battle with another demon and the laws clearly define Inuyasha's right to seek retribution. Inuyasha wasn't kidding when he asked why no one had killed the toad yet; he was always forgetting his place, as many older demons tend to do. The laws created after the war between the humans and demons gave humans and lesser demons equal status to the greater demons. Many greater demons are still a tad irked about that.
"Sesshoumaru demands you meet him in his office immediately," the walking wart stated in a surprisingly focused and insolent tone. Apparently, Jaken decided that if he was going to die then he was going to do so proudly.
Inuyasha had to suppress a smirk. He felt some respect toward the travel-sized punching bag, albeit only a grain of dust's amount but more than Inuyasha held for Jaken before. It takes a lot to stare death in the face and not wilt. For that Inuyasha would let the green glob of goop live. Also, Sesshoumaru would have an absolute tizzy fit if another one of his servants disappears on him, again.
Inuyasha released his captive and dropped the staff.
"What do you mean his office? He doesn't have an office."
The little shit had the audacity to curl his lips at him, "He does now."
Inuyasha growled at him, baring his fangs and bringing his claws into plain view.
Jaken squealed in terror and ran from the room, Staff of Heads in hand, faster than Inuyasha thought possible on those legs.
Inuyasha watched the door for a moment after Jaken exited through it. He was trying to regain his bearings.
Jaken had interrupted something pleasant and Inuyasha was trying to remember what. He remembered something about being asleep and then he remembered certain sensory memories such as smell. Oh, god that smell, sweet and exciting and… and suddenly images of his dreams popped into his head that accompanied that smell.
They were of her and they were not something he remembered doing with her the night before.
The room became stuffy. Images of her and him and his bed flashed through his head at a dizzying rate. Then they change to images of him and her and the Well in some interesting posses. Those slipped into the recesses of Inuyasha's mind while more continued to bombard him.
Now they were on his couch!
Good god, the girl is most assuredly good looking but this is rediculass. Inuyasha has not been immune to womanly charms but he has never wanted release so bad as he does in this moment.
He should not of spent the whole night brooding over her; he should have known that this was where it would lead him. He had to forget her before someone found out. He refused to have any weaknesses. Not now, not when he had a chance to prove himself.
No matter how desirable a girl is there is always another one out there to get pleasure from. To dwell on one is just asking for trouble. Lusting after some girl as if he were in heat would only prove to his brother that he is really just some mangy mutt. And that could not happen.
Well, it's true that not all girls out there are quite as beautiful and most don't smell quite so delectable.
Inuyasha's lips lifted slightly at the ends. An image interred his mind pertaining to satisfying his taste buds. He remembered learning somewhere that food tastes only as good as it smells. He wondered if that were true.
"Ack," Inuyasha cried out. I have to calm down, he told himself. Perhaps it would be wise to rethink how he was going to handle the situation, because obviously trying to wipe her from his mind wasn't going to happen any time soon. Until he could figure it all out he had to distract himself. He had things he had to do first before he could allow himself to think about personal gratification.
He searched the room for something to rap his befuddled mind around, searching for anything non-sensual in nature. The clock on the wall above the sink in the suite's kitchen read eleven thirty. He must have slept for approximately five hours. Inuyasha was surprised that his brother would let him sleep that long, he had only expected a couple of hours at the most.
Maybe he's in a good mood.
That idea was shot down quickly. Sesshoumaru in a good mood would mean the world had found its end.
Inuyasha snorted and meandered off into his bedroom to take a cold shower and dress.
That done, he looked at himself in his closet's full-length mirror. A far cry from his appearance earlier that morning, his white hair is tamed and still damp from his shower. His red button down shirt is a darker shade where his hair settled across his shoulders and back. That didn't matter though. It would dry quickly and no one would now the difference.
All fatigue had left the half demon after his sojourn from the waking world. Demon blood has its perks, among them being less need for sleep. Inuyasha needs more sleep than a full-blooded demon but not by much, maybe fifteen minutes more a night. Observing his double, from the black freshly shined leather shoes to the black dress slacks all the way up to the top of his head Inuyasha became satisfied that he rivaled his brother in looks. Besides the fact that Sesshoumaru is in nature more effeminate while Inuyasha is more masculine. Inuyasha smirked at this. He was happy that he could at least match Sesshoumaru in this area. He never liked it when he looked the poor second child to the world-renowned businessman when in Sesshoumaru's presence. He always tried to look as good as he could in public so that Sesshoumaru would not be able to hold that over his head.
Unfortunately, thoughts of making good impressions on public sentiment lead Inuyasha back to a dangerous subject.
He watched as his eyes widened in the mirror.
Is my resolve so pathetic that I can't forget about her for longer than thirty minutes, Inuyasha thought exasperated?
He had to get back to more pressing matters like, what in the hell is Sesshoumaru doing in this country. That is definitely a topic that needs to be cleared up.
Inuyasha knew exactly where to find Sesshoumaru.
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AN:
Extra long today, and no whining because I didn't go into details about the shower scene. The voices in my head are trouble enough without people griping about naked dog demons. Hell, I have one head voice that is threatening suicide for not describing the contours of Inuyasha's body or, better yet, it says having a shower scene with Kagome in it. (Like I would care if one of my voices suddenly disappeared. You'd miss me if I was gone Not bloody likely.) The pervert.
Ok, now I realize that some people will feel that I'm rushing Inuyasha's feelings and that perhaps he seems a bit out of character (OOC). So this is how I see it:
We know that Inuyasha has feelings for Kagome in the original the only problem is that he doesn't know exactly what those feelings are. Plus he's got the whole dead lover complex going that my fic refuses to acknowledge. No soul stealing ex-girlfriend makes for less hang ups in IY and K's relationship. Ok? Ok.
Next, IY knows he is lusting after K. This is a lust at first sight fic. No LOVE. Got me. I may not get to them loving each other. Purely lust and sex and hormones and more sex. (I don't believe in love at first sight therefore my characters don't either.)
This is the modern world therefore this means that people aren't so picky about the abstinence until marriage thing and yes IY is not a virgin. (People are going to start throwing rotten fruit I can feel it.) Also, this is modern era therefore differences in clothes and different hang-ups. (I.e.: No dirty half demon. We have a clean puppy on our hands. Dirt as in stuff that makes mud when mixed with water. If you can't tell IY is perverted so he is dirty in that sense, too.)
The rest I'm sure you will pick up in the story. (Sorry for those of you that thought this was going to be nice clean fluff. My mind just don't work that way.)
Looky look, I wrote 'manner' instead of 'manor'. Aren't you proud?
Wow, this is such a load of crap. At least it isn't nearly as bad as my other story is turning out. That one is a psycadilic trip to the land of crazy. Not only that but I'm two weeks late on up dating and it isn't because the sight has been down either. It's because I'm a lazy bastard. No lie, I really am.
Speaking of crap: I just posted my Ode to Bubblegum. The last line is funny. (Me like.) I recommend to all to read. It will only take a moment to read if you want. It's choppy and completely out of whack because I don't write poetry. I have complete respect for people that can write poetry well, it definitely is an art form.
I know what I'm doing with this fic but I have not a clue as to how I'm gonna end it. I have visions of scenes dancing around in my head but it's like they just suddenly stop. No end, just nothingness. So this is probably going to end horrendously, but maybe I'll think of something.
Oooo, there is this really funny scene coming up between the brothers. At least it's funny in my head, so we will see how it turns out on paper. I'll tell you when we get to the scene so you all can decide if I managed to do justice to the idea.
Lets play a game where we see how many different names we can give to Jaken. That was the funnest part about this chapter. 'Goblin in despise' is my favorite because I happened upon it by accident. It was suddenly just there and it was beautiful. Can you imagine Jaken in a business suit; I can, that's why I wrote about it.
Ok, enough crazy talk. The next chapter will be out soon to make up for my lazy ass not up dating sooner.
20 June 2002
"And I said to the man 'Ok, but your going to have to pay me a lot of money' and he said 'I would expect no less.'" -Map