Turning on the light, my amber eyes sweep over the rooms finding everything
in the same order as I left it. In the sink is the plate in which I had
French toast for breakfast along with a mug, half drained of milk and tea.
I was never one to have coffee and orange juice so early in the morning. My
stomach just couldn't settle on it.
The entire penthouse had a theme of black, red, and chrome colors, with a tint of green and gold to portray the Christmas spirit. The living/entertainment room had every game console and electronic players stacked in shelves which retracted up into the ceiling along with the silver chrome plasma screen. Across from the entertainment center is a set of black leather couches with a Lazyboy on its right and platinum lined glass coffee table in the middle.
To the left of the couches is the bar with its black countertop and red padded stools. I have every drink stocked in there, from chardonnay and white zinfandel to Johnny Walker and sake. Not that I am an alcoholic or anything, I just want to be prepared if ever I need it.
Popping the tab of the Sprite I took from the fridge, I flop down on the couch and put my feet up on the armrests. I reminisce on random events as I kick off my shoes.
I had been born into a rich family along with my older brother. My mother was a very famous politician and my father was the CEO of the sole company manufacturing Nano-technology. They both passed away when I was 15, and since then, Sesshoumaru, my 28-year-old brother, took over father's business and became the company's president.
Sesshoumaru and I were born with a rare gene. A "defect," as most people called it. Even though we both had silver-white hair and amber colored eyes, I was considered to have more of the effects of the gene. See, instead of normal ears on either side of your head, like my brother obtained, I had a pair of dog-like ears located atop my head. Like the ones on a Siberian husky, they were triangular shaped, covered with snow-white fur, and also like a husky's, they could hear more than the average human could.
People didn't taunt and tease me much when I was little, because they feared the power my parents wielded. And as the years passed on, they got tired of taunting me and started to accept me as an average, yet extremely rich, person.
~*~
"InuYasha!" Miroku's singsong voice booms through the intercom. "I know your lazy ass is up there!"
"Great..." I mutter as I stand to open the door. "What does that idiot want now?"
"Hey Yash!" The Monk cheerfully greets. Heh... "Monk." That was the nickname that stuck since high school. Everyone started calling him that 'cause he was everything but holy. He flirted with everything that had a pretty smile and curves, and was the most mentally perverted person in the group. He could make anything, even chicken soup, sound suggestive and perverted just by saying it. That all changed, though, when he met his future fiancé, Sango, in junior year. Since then, he only flirted and groped her, but still kept the perverted mind and comments.
"What do you need now, Monk?" I inquired with narrowed eyes.
"Moi?" He asked, feigning complete innocence. "Why, I want nothing but to spend some quality time with my best friend..." He trails off and I arch a brow expectantly. "...at the mall."
I roll my eyes and he hears me muttering 'thought so.'
"Awww, c'mon Yash..." Miroku whines, "I need you to help me pick out a Christmas present for my Sango dearest."
Knowing Miroku's persistence, I knew it was pointless to retaliate. "Fine, let me get my coat."
Shrugging on my coat, I grab the keys to my Spyder and we head to the basement where my private garage is.
The entire penthouse had a theme of black, red, and chrome colors, with a tint of green and gold to portray the Christmas spirit. The living/entertainment room had every game console and electronic players stacked in shelves which retracted up into the ceiling along with the silver chrome plasma screen. Across from the entertainment center is a set of black leather couches with a Lazyboy on its right and platinum lined glass coffee table in the middle.
To the left of the couches is the bar with its black countertop and red padded stools. I have every drink stocked in there, from chardonnay and white zinfandel to Johnny Walker and sake. Not that I am an alcoholic or anything, I just want to be prepared if ever I need it.
Popping the tab of the Sprite I took from the fridge, I flop down on the couch and put my feet up on the armrests. I reminisce on random events as I kick off my shoes.
I had been born into a rich family along with my older brother. My mother was a very famous politician and my father was the CEO of the sole company manufacturing Nano-technology. They both passed away when I was 15, and since then, Sesshoumaru, my 28-year-old brother, took over father's business and became the company's president.
Sesshoumaru and I were born with a rare gene. A "defect," as most people called it. Even though we both had silver-white hair and amber colored eyes, I was considered to have more of the effects of the gene. See, instead of normal ears on either side of your head, like my brother obtained, I had a pair of dog-like ears located atop my head. Like the ones on a Siberian husky, they were triangular shaped, covered with snow-white fur, and also like a husky's, they could hear more than the average human could.
People didn't taunt and tease me much when I was little, because they feared the power my parents wielded. And as the years passed on, they got tired of taunting me and started to accept me as an average, yet extremely rich, person.
~*~
"InuYasha!" Miroku's singsong voice booms through the intercom. "I know your lazy ass is up there!"
"Great..." I mutter as I stand to open the door. "What does that idiot want now?"
"Hey Yash!" The Monk cheerfully greets. Heh... "Monk." That was the nickname that stuck since high school. Everyone started calling him that 'cause he was everything but holy. He flirted with everything that had a pretty smile and curves, and was the most mentally perverted person in the group. He could make anything, even chicken soup, sound suggestive and perverted just by saying it. That all changed, though, when he met his future fiancé, Sango, in junior year. Since then, he only flirted and groped her, but still kept the perverted mind and comments.
"What do you need now, Monk?" I inquired with narrowed eyes.
"Moi?" He asked, feigning complete innocence. "Why, I want nothing but to spend some quality time with my best friend..." He trails off and I arch a brow expectantly. "...at the mall."
I roll my eyes and he hears me muttering 'thought so.'
"Awww, c'mon Yash..." Miroku whines, "I need you to help me pick out a Christmas present for my Sango dearest."
Knowing Miroku's persistence, I knew it was pointless to retaliate. "Fine, let me get my coat."
Shrugging on my coat, I grab the keys to my Spyder and we head to the basement where my private garage is.