It Takes Two
Nghi
Summary: (AU) Kagome hates Kikyo. Kikyo hates Kagome. Both love Inuyasha. And Inuyasha is just in love with the strange head executive. A fiction proving that sometimes it takes more than guts to win someone- it takes a team. And maybe several botched up plans.
A/N: It's just churning out, man. All thanks to the snow's aid. MY PLOT BUNNIES. Or I'm just really happy. In that case, enjoy!!! ^^ (Did all my homework last night, so I'm free for karoake! Mom, come back here!) Oh yeah, split this chapter into two. So it will make sense. Want this fiction to be carefree. XD
Disclaimer: Um.................................... um.................... Doh.
Chapter 2: The Punishment
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Don't you ever want to scream on certain parts of days? Because something didn't turn out right? Because everyone is acting like jacked toasters? Because some experiments just blew up in your face like metal in microwave?
Yeah. This was one of those days, where I tried to avoid everything that could result in bad consequences... and yet, I still get bad results. It's like this: I welcome all the bad habits, and bad stuff happens. I avoid the bad habits, and bad stuff happens. Hmm... doesn't leave much choice, does it?
But still... just looking at Boss's body on the floor, not moving, next to the coffee pot shards, with all the hot liquid scathing her face, with her face bleeding and oozing onto the fuzzy blue carpet....
ACK! I've become some horror movie!
Behind me, Spitface (Really renowned for flying saliva when she starts screaming and sputtering.) was motionless, too, just staring at the body. No, correction, the entire floor was staring at the unconscious person, just staring, staring, staring, staring....
....
Well, that was until five minutes later, when Yura, the secretary with a weird fetish for strings, started screaming. "Oh my God! Kaede went down! Call 911! The emergency line! Don't just stand there!" Never mind the fact that she was doing the exact same thing. "Do something!"
Then all hell broke loose.
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"Is she fine? Will she be OK? How long will it take? Does she need any support? Does she have a concussion? Tell Miss Kaede that we're behind her 100% when she wakes up. Will she need her portfolio for the next time I visit her? Will she be let out of the hospital before March 3? Because we have an extremely important meeting then. Will she-"
Behind Kagome and Kikyo, several coworkers were demanding answers from a frightened, cornered nurse, as they were worried sick about Boss's health. The rest were going back to whatever they were doing, since the commotion and adrenaline simmered over the period of time. A select few were trying to get a glimpse of the limp body that was being carted into the elevator. But three people, however, were in another distant place, oblivious to everything. Mainly, they were concentrating on the conversation being carried within the group.
Inside Boss's office.
The pointy-looking thing that Boss
often used for charts slammed on the top of the polished oak desk, and Kagome started
at the sharp noise. For someone who was usually placating, Yura was scary when
she was angry. Especially with something so sharp in her hands....
"Do you know how
utterly outrageous your behaviors have been?" she began, her eyes searing
through both girls. Next to her was Kaede's co-executive, or
vice-office-in-training, observing the whole thing with arms crossed. "The
entire incident might have killed Kaede off! Then what would you both
have done? You would have been sued, it would've been a big mess, the whole
company had to find another executive-"
"Aw, give it a rest," the co-executive cut in rather early with a dismissal nod. "The old hag couldn't have died if I ran her over with a car and threw her off Mt. Fiji. She'd probably climb up the mountain with two broken legs and a severed arm. And then she'd probably kick my ass and have me rolling down the mountain for doing such a thing. So I don't think something as small as this is going to cut off her respiratory system."
Yura opened her mouth, and closed it again. "What are you saying, Inuyasha? Have some sense! Do you know how dangerous it is with third-degree burns on the head and several glass shards embedded into your skin?!?!"
"I know that it would hurt for a long hell of a time, but you have to give credit to my aunt. The old fart is 70-something years old, and she's one of the Grand Member Councils of this company," he argued back. "Trust me- it will take a whole lot more to kick the hag's fuckin' bucket...."
The secretary had no comment to Inuyasha's potty-mouthed reply. Instead, she just gaped at him for several moments before returning her attention back to the two (ashamed.) girls. "All right," she growled, "You won't lose your jobs, miraculously, but it will only be courtesy of him." And she jerked her head towards the guy sitting impishly next to her.
Two different reactions were produced: 1) Kikyo released a humongous sigh of relief and raised her eyes heavenwards, and 2) Kagome burst out laughing from Inuyasha's previous jab at Boss.
"Well, now that is settled, I guess I should be going back to my work now," Kikyo began, rising from her chair and starting for the door.
"You know, I think I agree with you for once," Kagome voiced, following suit.
Neither took as much as two steps before a small word hit them behind with the capacity of a ton of bricks. "But...."
Kikyo turned around slowly, gulping.
Kagome stayed still, gulping.
"We can't allow this bickering and bantering to continue- it's setting back the pace and causing some of the more important rises in the stocks to be missed. So...."
Outside Kaede's thin walls, throughout the floor, throughout the whole building, throughout the next two-mile radius....
Identical anguished screams.
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I don't deserve this. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve this... dammit, I don't deserve this... this... horrible and twisted fate! Where did I go wrong?!?! Where did I lead my life off the road? When did I sell my life to the Devil?!?! When? When? WHEN?!?!
Oh, the twisted, horrible, terrible, demented, fucked up punishment! My world has crumbled into a meaningless mass, filled with treachery and no hopes of escape from the Goblin Queen. And I, the captive, have no chance of escaping.
For I will be chained next to her like some poor, helpless bunny! (Think cute, furry, baby bunnies!) I will have no hopes of escaping for the next three, torture-filled months with the Queen of Slime! Queen of Muck! Queen of Trolls!!
Hideous! Atrocious! Cruel and unusual punishment!
Noooooooooooooo....
The time it took to confine Boss to a white, nostalgic room: two minutes.
The time it takes to fulfill 'The Punishment': Three months.
The time it will take for me to get used to this: Priceless.
No words. Noooo words.
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Kagome glared.
Kikyo glared.
Both glared very hard at the wall that had divided between them. This (portable) wall was the only thing separating the two pit bull dogs from each other, separating the two from clawing each other apart like some insignificant chew toy. The wall was also, in a respectable sense, their savior. It saved Kagome the trouble from staring into Spitface's... well, face. And the same for Kikyo. It saved both from the inhumane suffering. It saved both from doom. It saved both from the floor from combusting. Basically, the wall was what separated the two from locking horns and killing everyone within a five-foot radius.
Well, that was what the wall would have done, if it was still there.
Kagome found it to be the worst discplinary action ever. Well, next to being handcuffed to the witch's wrist. "You do know it was your fault...."
"As much as it was your fault," Kikyo retorted, her back facing the girl.
She ground her teeth. "Actually, if Kaede hadn't dropped dead on the floor from someone's actions, then I guess we wouldn't be in this predicament, right?"
Her archnemesis's back stiffened at the continued jab. "Well, haven't you ever stopped your bantering to think that maybe you provoked me with that little pottymouth of yours?"
"It's can't be my fault...!"
"Yes, it can. Now leave me alone."
"No, it can't."
"Yes, it can."
"No, it can't."
"Yes, it can."
"No, it can't."
"Yes, it can."
"No, it can't."
"Yes, it can."
"No, it-"
"Let's make it another month." Yura walked by with a clipboard under her hand.
Kagome had no choice but to keep her mouth shut. She settled for glaring holes at Spitface's back. She couldn't afford any more fights....
At this rate, the two could probably be deemed as married for life if this continued.
-End Chapter 2