Inuyasha strode to his apartment's foyer. Purposefully, steering himself towards the cherry wood table and mirror. Coming to a halt directly in front of his reflection, he looked down to pick up his keys, wallet, and…
"Fucking hell."
It wasn't there. It had only been two months since receiving a new one and he had already managed to lose it.
"Palm-pilots suck," was Inuyasha's mumbled statement. "They're just too fucking small. What in the bloody hell good are they if they can't be found?"
Unfortunately, no one was around to answer him.
"Feh," he begrudgingly grabbed his things and left his room with a gray cloud about him that seemed to darken the more he brooded on his misfortune.
He opened his door and walked to the elevator, pressing the red down arrow. Naturally, it took the damned-able thing ages to reach him. Inuyasha dropped his head with a heavy sigh. He didn't understand what he could have done to upset the gods so much. He eventually concluded that the gods must be crazy, and boarded the lift.
With a forceful bang, the door slapped against the wall as the imposing figure entered the room. Mousy little secretaries, servants, and any other obsolete characters that roamed the rather enormous office cautiously walked around the intruding offender and slunk into the hall.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing in my chair?" Inuyasha demanded after the door gently closed when the last nameless employee exited.
The remaining occupant within the room, a more effeminate and yet exceedingly male version of Inuyasha, spoke calmly and evenly, "My job, brother."
The response was filtered through controlled vehemence, "That's my job."
The brother seemed to not be fazed by such disrespect. One might assume that he was prepared for the argument, belying that he had done so before. Never desisting from his work, the man, or demon as he obviously was, continued to scratch upon the paper-enshrouded desk.
"Perhaps, if you had been easily accessible last night, it might have been, but as it stands father does not feel you are competent enough to handle this."
Anger visibly grew within Inuyasha. His eyes narrowed and his breathing betrayed his emotional state. While he clenched and unclenched his claws, Sesshoumaru showed no signs of caring, much less being aware of the sight before him. He remain his ever stoic self with his distinctive venom infused lines on his cheeks, deep indigo crescent moon adorning his brow, and pointed ears laying testament to the older sibling's true heritage. Sesshoumaru's white clothing let off a glare from the late morning sun, taunting the half-demon further. The pristine prick and his long fluffy rap placed purposely across his left shoulder mocked Inuyasha in ways that his brother could only conger.
How dare that bastard sit there and say such crap?
"I've been doing a damn good job the past three an' a half months. What does one night change?"
"Oh, only the fact that we have merged with the Fallon Corporation and are revamping all of our tourism business to their specifications."
Look up damn you.
Look at people when they talk to you, Inuyasha raged in his head. Only barely concealing his bloodiest desires. Calming himself quickly, Inuyasha responded in a way that falsely conveyed his true intents.
"So, father did a hostel takeover of the Fallon Fucks? About damn time."
"No, I did a hostel takeover of the 'Fallon Fucks,' as you so colorfully put it, brother dear."
Oh, yes. Inuyasha really despised him. Just one swipe with my bloody claws, he begged to whatever god would listen.
"That's your third one in the last three years. Must be a record somewhere."
"Oh, it is," Sesshoumaru, confirmed, still remaining diligent to his aloof behavior. "The New York Metropolitan Paper even went so far as to honor me."
How can someone seem so smug while congratulating himself and continue to have his head and shoulders hunched over a desk? Sesshoumaru just had to disprove natural law while he tortured his brother.
"Go suck on a stick, brother dear," Inuyasha added mockingly.
"I'd rather shove it down your throat."
"You'd half ta' get near me first."
Sesshoumaru looked up then, expressing with his eyes just how much he wanted to do just that.
Got you now bastard.
"That should not prove too great of a challenge."
The moment didn't last long, however. Sesshoumaru returned his attention to his work, saving his punishment for a more appropriate date.
"As much as I would adore to play with you right now, Inuyasha, it will have to wait until later when I am not so busy." He returned to his previous work, hunching forward again. "Besides, currently I need you to talk with the construction workers and carpenters and such to discuss the renovations."
"Feh! We only built the place two months ago, what do we need to renovate?"
Sesshoumaru let out an exasperated sigh, "The Fallon Group may have been utterly pathetic, but they knew how to please their customers. We gained a good deal more then supremacy in the tourism market; we also gained the top people in the field, as well. In order to maintain all of our success, we need to adapt. Therefore, all their good ideas will be integrated into ours. That is what a merger means, dear brother," Sesshoumaru finished out his speech.
Inuyasha sneered.
"I suppose I get to do all the grunt work."
Sesshoumaru glance up at him again, a slight smirk playing along his feral features.
"Well, that is your specialty."
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AN: (I'm trying the Microsoft Word Web Page Thingy. We shall witness the consequences of such actions.)
I'll give a cookie to anyone that gets the movie reference about the gods. (Not a real cookie, mind you, but maybe just some praise and adoration.)
Oh my, oh me! This chapter took way too long to write. Usually, I have them done in an hour or two flat, but this sucker took about six. Doesn't change the quality, sadly, but I feel satisfied in my effort. I mean I actually had to work for this one. Oh well, it doesn't excuse the fact that this baby is way over due. I'm a lazy bum. (Statement of the century.) I apologize to those people that read my bio and felt mislead. (Yeah, that happened! #Sarcasm#) My official apology will be on my bio page and I recommend all to read. I was feeling quite poignant when I wrote it and it fills me with pride to see how my baby turned out.
Somehow, I get the feeling that I want to add more to this chapter but I cannot tell as of yet what needs to be added. Aw, to hell with it! I'll just put it in later if it ends up being so dire. Still, I can't but help to wonder…
Ok, some development here. Does anyone feel I let Inuyasha give in to his brother a tad too easily? Well, guess what, you're wrong. It's all apart of my ingenious plan to delve into my Inu character. He gives in because of his need to be accepted by his father. (E.I.- What ever daddy decrees is law in Inu's book. So since papa sent Sess down to run the show, who is Inu to argue the point?) This is something to keep in mind for later.
Ah, palm-pilots, how do I hate thee. Disreputable wretches!
12 November 2002
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