Distinct Difference: Chapter 4
By DragonFly
Miroku, master conductor of an orchestra of love currently taking place on the balcony, or so he thought, hurried the cameraman away from where he could observe SesshouMaru and Kagome. The guys in the tech room were replaying the kiss over and over on the big screen, so there was no need for more footage. Already people were searching around the room for the door through which their boss and his new love interest could be seen, and Miroku knew he was in enough trouble as it was.
"They'll probably have to leave the party now," Sango said at his side. At the door they watched as SesshouMaru and Kagome pulled back slightly and seemed to share unspoken communication for a moment. "Do you want to get them and I'll nab his elevator?"
Miroku only nodded in affirmation. Being sure to give Sango a head start, he made a production of opening the balcony door.
SesshouMaru heard the door click and whirled to face his lead legal council. At his side, Kagome ducked her head and stepped behind him slightly. He was almost too high on joy that the woman he'd coveted for four years was returning his affection, to be upset at the interruption. Almost...
Granted, it may just be a deranged form of rebound-syndrome, or maybe her way of getting back at InuYasha [though he knew her not to be that kind of person], but they had a start. Interruptions were out of the question until things with them were settled.
"What?" His tone of voice left no room to guess at the mood he was harboring. Though he couldn't see it, Kagome blushed to her roots when she saw her boss standing in the doorway.
Miroku controlled the overwhelming urge to smile at the two and congratulate them both with hugs and back-pats. "Sir, there's an important call for Higurashi-san. I recommend you allow her to take it in your office." Kagome peeked out from behind his friend, concern leaking into her eyes.
"For me?"
Miroku nodded in response but his gaze never left SesshouMaru's. "Yes, a long awaited holiday blessing, if I'm not mistaken. Sango is holding your elevator now, SesshouMaru-sama." His employer and friend understood completely. The unspoken form of communication was not relegated to lovers only.
Suddenly in a hurry to get to the phone, Kagome looked to SesshouMaru, said a nearly silent 'excuse me' and then headed inside. With Miroku leading the way and SesshouMaru bringing up the rear, they made it to the private elevator with no incident. Everyone seemed to have really goofy grins on their faces; it was the strangest thing SesshouMaru had ever seen.
Once securely to the elevator, Kagome waited with Sango for SesshouMaru to use his key to activate the vertical movement mechanism. The code registered with a beep, hardly heard at all since the crowd began cheering and clapping all of a sudden. Miroku turned to look at the big screen, unaware that SesshouMaru followed his action, to see the previous footage of SesshouMaru and Kagome kissing with an in-box screen of InuYasha and Kikyou dancing from before.
"What is it?" Kagome asked, unable to see the screen from her point of view.
Tearing his gaze from the screen, SesshouMaru scanned the crowd, searching for his half-brother while replying. "Nothing, just some missal toe participants." Across the room, nearing one of the other outside doors, SesshouMaru caught a glimpse of InuYasha's distinctive silver mane. I can't risk it, he thought turning back to Kagome with as casual an expression as he could muster on his face. "I'm sure there will be plenty of people talking about it after the holidays."
He crowded close to her, tipping her face with a gentle hand on her chin so they were looking at one another. "Besides," SesshouMaru smirked slightly, "we have a phone call to take."
Kagome's eyes twinkled, understanding how important the 'phone call' suddenly was. "Right," she said, allowing him to walk her backwards into the elevator.
As the doors began to close, his brother's voice carried faintly over the sound of the cheering and clapping. SesshouMaru would have turned to look, to see if the whelp was trying to follow them but didn't want to draw Kagome's to his brother as well. Instead he backed her in a corner of the personal elevator, and kissed her thoroughly once he guessed the doors had closed enough for marginal privacy.
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InuYasha struggled through the crowd, most of which were congratulating him on his engagement, trying desperately to reach Kagome before she got into the elevator with SesshouMaru. They had paused for a moment to watch the screen, Kagome no doubt feeling both devastation and anger over what was displayed. He was close enough now that Kagome would see if he hollered.
The crowd shifted and InuYasha found himself close to the outside door. People were cheering, clapping, talking. There was little chance Kagome might hear him, even if the elevator door was still open.
"KAGOME!" His voice was drowned by the sound of everyone around him. Pushing harder, InuYasha broke through close enough to see Miroku and Sango. The two were standing, his arm around her waist, looking at the closed elevator door like a masterpiece painting.
"Hey," InuYasha shouted at them, stepping by to try his key on the private elevator. It beeped negative. "What the hell is going on?!?" He rounded on the two, not at all surprised to see Sango in a fury.
"She's finally happy. Can't you bug off and let them be?" Her eyes flashed and InuYasha noticed Miroku's arm tighten to keep her at his side.
"Feh, like he knows how to make anyone happy. The only person SesshouMaru ever keeps happy is himself," his voice tapered off when he met the lawyer's eye. Miroku's gaze burned with rage.
Thinking it better to concede this battle in favor of winning the war, InuYasha moved to step past them. If he could get downstairs and into the office soon, maybe he could convince Kagome not to let his brother use her.
Miroku blocked his path slightly, the two standing close enough that even close by Sango missed what was said. Later she would know what her love interest had said to the hanyou, but at that moment Sango could only gather what was exchanged by observing InuYasha's reaction. The young hanyou's face bled pale of its color, his eyes widening in alarm, tinged darker in fear.
Without warning he bolted, making like a pack of rabid wolves were on his tail. InuYasha pushed people in his mad sprint to the conference room doors and towards the elevators. Chuckling slightly, Miroku grasped two champagne flutes off a passing tray, handing one to Sango.
"What was that all about," she asked, genuinely interested.
Sipping slowly, Miroku regarded her with a twinkle in his eyes. "You're so beautiful, you know that Sango?" She blushed wonderfully and he couldn't help the fact his body, heart, and soul desired this woman. Taking her into his arms, they spun slightly, the music finally regaining volume to be heard over the crowd. He dipped her back, inhaling the close scent of her perfume when they drew back up straight.
Close and comfortable they continued to dance, people all around talking and speculating about the three apparent executive couples.
By DragonFly
Miroku, master conductor of an orchestra of love currently taking place on the balcony, or so he thought, hurried the cameraman away from where he could observe SesshouMaru and Kagome. The guys in the tech room were replaying the kiss over and over on the big screen, so there was no need for more footage. Already people were searching around the room for the door through which their boss and his new love interest could be seen, and Miroku knew he was in enough trouble as it was.
"They'll probably have to leave the party now," Sango said at his side. At the door they watched as SesshouMaru and Kagome pulled back slightly and seemed to share unspoken communication for a moment. "Do you want to get them and I'll nab his elevator?"
Miroku only nodded in affirmation. Being sure to give Sango a head start, he made a production of opening the balcony door.
SesshouMaru heard the door click and whirled to face his lead legal council. At his side, Kagome ducked her head and stepped behind him slightly. He was almost too high on joy that the woman he'd coveted for four years was returning his affection, to be upset at the interruption. Almost...
Granted, it may just be a deranged form of rebound-syndrome, or maybe her way of getting back at InuYasha [though he knew her not to be that kind of person], but they had a start. Interruptions were out of the question until things with them were settled.
"What?" His tone of voice left no room to guess at the mood he was harboring. Though he couldn't see it, Kagome blushed to her roots when she saw her boss standing in the doorway.
Miroku controlled the overwhelming urge to smile at the two and congratulate them both with hugs and back-pats. "Sir, there's an important call for Higurashi-san. I recommend you allow her to take it in your office." Kagome peeked out from behind his friend, concern leaking into her eyes.
"For me?"
Miroku nodded in response but his gaze never left SesshouMaru's. "Yes, a long awaited holiday blessing, if I'm not mistaken. Sango is holding your elevator now, SesshouMaru-sama." His employer and friend understood completely. The unspoken form of communication was not relegated to lovers only.
Suddenly in a hurry to get to the phone, Kagome looked to SesshouMaru, said a nearly silent 'excuse me' and then headed inside. With Miroku leading the way and SesshouMaru bringing up the rear, they made it to the private elevator with no incident. Everyone seemed to have really goofy grins on their faces; it was the strangest thing SesshouMaru had ever seen.
Once securely to the elevator, Kagome waited with Sango for SesshouMaru to use his key to activate the vertical movement mechanism. The code registered with a beep, hardly heard at all since the crowd began cheering and clapping all of a sudden. Miroku turned to look at the big screen, unaware that SesshouMaru followed his action, to see the previous footage of SesshouMaru and Kagome kissing with an in-box screen of InuYasha and Kikyou dancing from before.
"What is it?" Kagome asked, unable to see the screen from her point of view.
Tearing his gaze from the screen, SesshouMaru scanned the crowd, searching for his half-brother while replying. "Nothing, just some missal toe participants." Across the room, nearing one of the other outside doors, SesshouMaru caught a glimpse of InuYasha's distinctive silver mane. I can't risk it, he thought turning back to Kagome with as casual an expression as he could muster on his face. "I'm sure there will be plenty of people talking about it after the holidays."
He crowded close to her, tipping her face with a gentle hand on her chin so they were looking at one another. "Besides," SesshouMaru smirked slightly, "we have a phone call to take."
Kagome's eyes twinkled, understanding how important the 'phone call' suddenly was. "Right," she said, allowing him to walk her backwards into the elevator.
As the doors began to close, his brother's voice carried faintly over the sound of the cheering and clapping. SesshouMaru would have turned to look, to see if the whelp was trying to follow them but didn't want to draw Kagome's to his brother as well. Instead he backed her in a corner of the personal elevator, and kissed her thoroughly once he guessed the doors had closed enough for marginal privacy.
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InuYasha struggled through the crowd, most of which were congratulating him on his engagement, trying desperately to reach Kagome before she got into the elevator with SesshouMaru. They had paused for a moment to watch the screen, Kagome no doubt feeling both devastation and anger over what was displayed. He was close enough now that Kagome would see if he hollered.
The crowd shifted and InuYasha found himself close to the outside door. People were cheering, clapping, talking. There was little chance Kagome might hear him, even if the elevator door was still open.
"KAGOME!" His voice was drowned by the sound of everyone around him. Pushing harder, InuYasha broke through close enough to see Miroku and Sango. The two were standing, his arm around her waist, looking at the closed elevator door like a masterpiece painting.
"Hey," InuYasha shouted at them, stepping by to try his key on the private elevator. It beeped negative. "What the hell is going on?!?" He rounded on the two, not at all surprised to see Sango in a fury.
"She's finally happy. Can't you bug off and let them be?" Her eyes flashed and InuYasha noticed Miroku's arm tighten to keep her at his side.
"Feh, like he knows how to make anyone happy. The only person SesshouMaru ever keeps happy is himself," his voice tapered off when he met the lawyer's eye. Miroku's gaze burned with rage.
Thinking it better to concede this battle in favor of winning the war, InuYasha moved to step past them. If he could get downstairs and into the office soon, maybe he could convince Kagome not to let his brother use her.
Miroku blocked his path slightly, the two standing close enough that even close by Sango missed what was said. Later she would know what her love interest had said to the hanyou, but at that moment Sango could only gather what was exchanged by observing InuYasha's reaction. The young hanyou's face bled pale of its color, his eyes widening in alarm, tinged darker in fear.
Without warning he bolted, making like a pack of rabid wolves were on his tail. InuYasha pushed people in his mad sprint to the conference room doors and towards the elevators. Chuckling slightly, Miroku grasped two champagne flutes off a passing tray, handing one to Sango.
"What was that all about," she asked, genuinely interested.
Sipping slowly, Miroku regarded her with a twinkle in his eyes. "You're so beautiful, you know that Sango?" She blushed wonderfully and he couldn't help the fact his body, heart, and soul desired this woman. Taking her into his arms, they spun slightly, the music finally regaining volume to be heard over the crowd. He dipped her back, inhaling the close scent of her perfume when they drew back up straight.
Close and comfortable they continued to dance, people all around talking and speculating about the three apparent executive couples.