Goodness, you people are more conniving than I am! However, I can't tell you about what Inuyasha's plans are in this however I can tell you that Kagome in completely innocent of them…Now, have fun with this chapter and don't forget to respond!
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-MC
By the way…I don't own Disney either…or anything else attached with that.
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I was starting to hate Christmas time, especially with her. It wasn't that she was annoying or anything for that matter, it simply disturbed me that I had to get her a blasted Christmas present and I had no idea where to start. I know, I could get her the generic platinum name plate but I got her one of those when we had merged. Damn my intuition. Furthermore, I needed to think of something quick because it was eating up my precious time at home to even think about the stupid present. Okay, so it also didn't help that she was going to be starting to "move in" tomorrow and I didn't appreciate having to lock the door that connected me to the memories of my past and allowing someone to sleep in those rooms. And since she has to think that life at the Takamada household is just dandy, doesn't that entail having to buy Inuyasha a present as well? Shit. I am not enjoying the implications and inconveniences of this…arrangement. This is why you never date anyone in the office. Why couldn't my stupid sibling learn this so he wouldn't have to agitate me further?
There was a sharp knock on my door issued as a "warning" before she walked in. "I just wanted to see if you had the stock reports on file for the 2001 Calendar year. Marlene told me you liked to keep them in your office." She was all business like and I was interested. I leveled her with my gaze and was rewarded when she smoothed an imaginary wrinkle out of her skirt and suit jacket set.
"You are correct with that information however they are also available on the company's database if you use the password I gave you. But since you undoubtedly didn't memorize the password you can use—"
"Fukai Mori. I thought it was funny because, well, nevertheless I remembered it. If that was all it was, then I'm sorry for the interruption." She turned to leave as I raised my eyebrow. NO ONE ever bothered to remember the passwords I gave them. It was time for a test…
"Encryption code." She turned back to me as her eyes lit up and she smiled a little evilly. Oh, she knew the game was on now.
"Falcon strikes. One word."
"Informational database."
"Tenshi angel. Two words."
"Financial reports."
"King Library."
"Semester product sales."
"Magic chan." She was good. The glint in her eyes became a fire as I continued with my "test." Perhaps she would be someone I could approve of after all. Before I could ask her the password for the treasury office my secretary announced that lunch was served in my private dining rooms. If it wasn't the fire in her eyes, I don't know what provoked me to ask her to join me, or for her to decline. However, before she left she gave me a little smile that told me one thing; she had won that round. Throughout lunch all I could think about was how she amazed me with her proclivity for changing her attitude on me right when I thought I had figured her out. That was something that amused me endlessly. Kagome Shrine. Life was just different with her around.
The holidays had begun and she was due to arrive at the house any moment, no doubt with her whole life and five move-in vans, terribly excited and overjoyed to be moving in with her "boyfriend" (I rolled my eyes) or whatever the hell Yasha was. He certainly didn't act like anything more than an idiotic hormonal teenager. Pathetic whelp. There was a sharp knock on the door and I heard some commotion as Kagome herself was ushered in, looking quite disgruntled and only carrying three suitcases and a backpack. She herself was clad in jeans, converse and a light blue sweater that was a little short for when she lifted up her hands in annoyance when her suitcases fumbled and I was privy to a sight of her slightly tanned stomach. Not that I was looking, mind you. She was entirely too casual and I would inform her of the fact once I stopped staring, I mean, ahem, she spotted me—I knew because of the upturn of her frown into a smirk.
"Hello Mr. Takamada, would you be so kind as to show me to your room? Toad-boy here has obviously taken a disliking to me and decided to skip out on his duties." I suppressed a laugh for said servant Jaken didn't like anybody, DID resemble a toad and wasn't skipping out on his duties for I wanted to show her the rooms myself. They were my mother's, after all.
"Right this way, Kagome," I purred and she blushed slightly at the use of her first name. I usually called her Ms. Shrine, professionally. However, she was in my home now and I could call her anything I damn well pleased.
I led her up the winding staircase and then into my personal wing, all the while inwardly gritting my teeth every time she made the least amount of noise that could mean she was going to drop her luggage on my new marble floor. I arrived at the door and ushered her in, turning on the light behind me and closing the door.
"These are your rooms for the remainder of your stay. You may go anywhere you like in the mansion as long as you stay out of my private rooms and study. Also, you will note that dinner is promptly at six so please be on time. And while you're in my house please refrain from wearing jeans, it is most indecorous." I went to leave when I felt a small hand grasp my large wrist, barely able to wrap around the entire width. I turned back to her, wondering what on earth she could have to say when I noticed her little smile and raised an eyebrow.
"Is there anything else you desire from me, milord?" She giggled a little but she had still not released my wrist. Is there a double meaning in that? I couldn't help think it as her hands slid away from me and she sauntered back to her bags, allowing me a full view of her figure. She bent over and perish the thought, but she had a nice ass. I simply stood there; looking shell shocked as she turned around and gazed at me with her widely innocent green eyes in astonishment that I was still in the room. No, I don't think she knows what she is doing at all. And just what is she doing, Sesshomaru? Nothing, absolutely nothing at all. Right, I'll believe you when pigs fly and Yasha is smart. Humph. Never going to happen. Exactly.
I resisted the urge to growl at myself as I turned to leave yet again. Just as my hand reached the doorknob she coughed a little.
"Thank you for the rooms, Mr. Takamada. I appreciate this, honestly, I do." I stood with my back to her, facing the door, not wanting to turn back around and face her. "I will take care of the business while you're gone, don't worry. I…umm. Okay." She probably wanted to go on with some emotional drivel about her mother so I just took my cue and left the room. Behind the door I heard a small sniffle and I turned on my heel to sweep to my study, trying not to think on what Yasha told me what was really going on.
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"Sesshomaru, you have to let her come!" He was yelling quite loudly even though it didn't really matter for he had come over to my flat in the middle of the night when I told him that she couldn't actually come even though she was an employee and she was previously invited. I had went back and forth on this problem for the whole couple of weeks before she was to arrive and that day I had decided on her not coming after all.
"Why, dear brother, shall I do this? You have already given me your arguments beforehand. This is ultimately for me to decide since I have the most to loose. You simply get a fuck-buddy that's closer to home. Closer to home? What am I talking about? She IS at home." I smirked evilly at this while Yasha looked on stone-faced.
"You want to know the real reason why she can't go home?" I nodded a little, finally happy he was about to tell me the whole story. Most likely the wench was pregnant and he had lied to me—again, being stupid and irresponsible in the office. "Because, because I think I am falling in love with her. I think she is the one and I want to get an opportunity to get to know her better. And the fact that her mother is in the hospital IN JAPAN and Kagome's passport isn't going to be updated and ready until a month from now, way passed Christmas holidays. I think she needs someone to comfort her right now." He sighed, showing more emotion for the woman than I gave him credit for. Well, I didn't want them to do anything nasty in my mother's room!
"Please refrain from having sex in my mother's room. It is right next to mine and I think we at least deserve to give the woman a little respect in her death."
"Hey! She is my mom too! And anyways, Kagome is a V-card member."
"A what?"
"A V-card member. A virgin. She is saving herself for marriage or some bloody nonsense like that. We have barely even kissed. But I think once I have her going, we won't have to—"
"Yasha! As much as I enjoy speaking to you about your sex life, or lack there of, do refrain from ever speaking to me about it again or I will have to resort to serious measures. But I am so glad to hear you respect her beliefs." I rolled my eyes at that and got back to work, successfully fazing out Yasha and his perpetually imprudent mannerisms.
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So her mother was sick and she couldn't go to visit her until her passport was up to date. Humph. There was a reason why one would take care of these things right away instead of putting them off until the last minute. Stupid women.
I sat down to my desk to do some work but I couldn't stop thinking about the woman sniffling in my mother's room. I remember hearing that sound when I was a child, hearing the yelling, hearing—Stop it! I took a deep breath and rubbed my temples, unable to concentrate. Jesus, I knew the women would drive me to a distraction. Speaking of which, what was I going to get her for Christmas? Closing my laptop I took out a piece of paper and an ink pen and wrote a list. One side read;
Things I Know About Her
The other side read,
Things to Get Her.
Now, to make a list. Well, I knew she was somewhat dating Yasha (which is yet to be seen for I never manage to see them together which is quite annoying because is he expecting me to entertain HIS piece of ass—nice piece of ass—while I get nothing in return? If Yasha thinks this is just some amusement I am going to kill—) and that she works with my company. She is neat, enjoys suit jacket sets and hasn't seemed to come to terms with the fact that she is an adult now, when she dresses like a college student. She didn't look bad, per say, it was just a far cry from the lovely dress suit sets and pumps I am used to seeing her in. It is like that everywhere. When you see people all the time in the same type of clothes you can't really imagine them in pajamas or anything. I slightly suspect doctors walk around with stethoscopes around their necks and clipboards in their hands even at home, taking notes on the temperature of their houseplants. (Piece of ass! She isn't his piece of ass because she is still a virgin!) I also know that her family is in Japan, she is a shrewd business woman and she actually memorized our passwords. (So if I'M not getting any and YASHA isn't getting any does that make us on the same ground with her?) Humph. This is pathetic. Moving on to "Things to Get Her."
Now, this is where the real problem is. What do I get her? I don't like running around in circles…
She was on time for dinner. Yasha was no where to be seen and it was good because I might have strangled his sort-of-girlfriend. She came in wearing…I can't even say it, my eyebrows twitched when she sauntered into the dining room. She, she was wearing…a ball gown. Not jeans, not a simple skirt, not something semi-appropriate, but a ball gown. A full on, yellow-ruffles-long-white-gloves-hair-flawless-curves-displayed-please-shoot-me-ball gown.
"Mr. Takamada, is this more appropriate for you? I thought this was a formal affair?" She smirked tenaciously and I grit my teeth. I know what I would give her for Christmas: a wake up call. How did she know how to press my buttons?
"I think you should change." She frowned at that and stood.
"Goodness, talk about Beauty and Beast, now," she smirked while she left the room without a backward glance.
"Beast…huh…" I scoffed once she left, knowing that I was really in all actuality being a beast. A beast that ate dinner alone that night for she never came back. Eh, the less the merrier, I always say.
She walked into the kitchen and physically stopped brushing her hand through her hair when she espied me in the kitchen, cooking myself some eggs. I wasn't a connoisseur in the kitchen, but I had a few key recipes and I was always eager to learn. Cooking always left me feeling a little less stressed, it was something I had complete control over, instead of the fake control I enforced on everyone to believe I had. In reality, things were hanging on by a thread, my actions sometimes the only thing that could keep the company in balance. It wasn't that we were doing badly; it just seemed as if Naraku and E-axis of damned Vil was always on my tail for one merger or another. Bloody prick.
"Morning sunshine," I smirked pretentiously while I served her a plate of eggs that I decided I should share since this was the "perfect" household and breakfast is just a jolly time. God knows the lies Inuyasha fed her. However, she just stood by the door and shook her head.
"Sesshomaru, you don't have to put up an act for me. I know you don't exactly approve of our…relationship or whatever it is, but that doesn't matter. Just be yourself. I don't mean to intrude."
The woman was actually attempting to put ME at ease in MY house. What the hell else did this strange creature think she could solve here? Why not cure the ridiculous hatred I harbor for my brother, the resentment of my late father and then after that she can get a hand in for world peace. Honestly, if she smiled one more time I might have to strangle her on the mere fact that she is totally insane. No one can be that happy all the bloody time. Inuyasha has a hard enough time trying to be stupid constantly. I nodded at her but inwardly rolled my eyes. Women.
"Still have breakfast with me…I didn't make all these bloody eggs for nothing, now did I?" I gave her my sweetest smile and I heard her laugh while the kitchen door closed. It would have been nice to not have breakfast…alone, I guess.
I started to read my book but I just felt restrained in the house for some reason. Why did this happen now? I've always been completely content having the time off. Just the house felt oddly…too large or something (and no it was not because of HER and whatever she did because she was not affecting anything I was feeling, she was not). I huffed at this and left the house, driving to the shopping district to do a bit of Christmas shopping. Ugh. The streets were already littered with consumers. Pathetic. I continued window shopping, hoping something would catch my eye when I turned and saw the Disney store look out behind the corner. Beauty and the Beast…I urged myself to go look in the store. I almost reached for the handle when I turned around and left, something telling me it still wasn't good enough for her. A movie? Humph. This Sesshomaru did NOT give movies.
I walked back to the car with my hands in my pockets, troubled with one thought. Seventeen more days…seventeen more days…