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A/N: Hello! This is my first multi-part fic. ^__^ hopefully this turns out well!
Anyways, on with the show!...
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Of White corridors and Red roses :: Phone Calls and Recordings
" I lost my parents when I was six. Then, I was sent to the orphanage, that was the last time I ever saw my younger sister…"
He had been listening to the tape recording over and over again. This was a new addition to his many articles which appear periodically on 'Tokyo Weekly'. What the hell. He found this piece too boring, too typical, too mediocre. He had always dreamt of becoming something he could be proud of. Recording other people's lives he didn't even give a damn about and writing a whole article about it wasn't the way Sesshoumaru Mori wanted to live.
"Drats", he quietly cursed, pressing the rewind button for what may be the umpteenth time.
Honestly though, isn't really a rough, callous man as anyone who encounters such behavior from him would deem him to be. He is in fact a rather reserved person…or aloof and detached, to put it into the right context. Yet, there was another thing people knew about Sesshoumaru Mori: He's always right. Everything he does turns out great without even lifting a finger. So how could someone so great and perfect live such an imperfect life?
Once again, his question receives yet another cruel answer.
Ring ring…
"Moshi-moshi"
"Hai, Higurashi-san"
"Hai"
"Ah. Zannen desu ne…"
"demo…H-hai"
"Hai"
It was a phone call from his boss. He assigned him to another one of those supposedly touching stories. This time, he had to go to the Tokyo General Hospital to interview this old woman who was saved by a firefighter yesterday. 'A good article', his boss had said 'and I think that you deserve this…'
'Great', he thought,'Life has just started to become so much better'
And at that moment Sesshoumaru knew what he had to do. He was going to do his work, but as always, he wouldn't put anything into it. Nothing.
Not his blood, not his sweat, not his tears…Not even his heart. Yes, just the same thing as always.
If only everything that Sesshoumaru Mori thought was always right, too…
Vocab:
Zannen desu ne- How unfortunate
Hai- Yes/alright/ok
Demo- But
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Next chap: Of White corridors and Red roses :: Blank rooms and blood tests
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