Chapter 2: The Life,
The car came into the driveway. It was a fairly large house, not enough to be a regular home, but not big enough to be a mansion. He slammed the car door and walked inside, ready for some peace and quiet as he opened the door.
What he got, however, was an ear splitting blast of rock music.
His ears pressed against his head in fear as he walked through the house. The maid, Kagura, was in the living room, pushing the vacuum across the white carpet, moving to the music.
"KAGURA!" he yelled over the music. She looked over to him and yelled back. "WHAT?"
"TURN OFF THAT CRAP!"
"WHAT?"
"I SAID, TURN THAT CRAP OFF!" he looked over at Kagura, who was holding to plug to the stereo, waving it around in a sardonic manner. He glared at her, throwing his suitcase on the couch. She glared back at him, her arms folded across her chest, ready for the daily attack she was about to receive.
"Beds?"
"Made."
"Mail?"
"On the kitchen counter."
"Clothes?"
"Whites are in the wash right now."
"Food?"
"In the microwave."
He turned towards the kitchen, Kagura giving him the finger as he turned his back around. "Jackass," she muttered.
"I heard that!" he yelled back from the kitchen. He walked over to the microwave, picking up the mail on the way there. He sat down at the kitchen table, cup of ramen in hand.
"Electric bill, Cell phone, water bill, just won a million dollars, water bill, credit card bill,.... Kagura?"
"Yo!"
"Why is your mail in here?"
"Um, cuz we have....problems with our mailbox."
"What kind of, problems?"
"You don't wanna know, it started with my brother wanting to show off how much crap he can blast out of his mouth and went downhill from there."
Inuyasha rolled his eyes. Hearing one of Kagura's adventures with her many siblings was not the easiest thing to do. He had met her siblings, one of them tried to pry out his stomach, another was biting everything in half, and another had possessed him and next thing he knew, he was standing on the roof in his underwear.
He polished off the last of his ramen and went upstairs. Hopefully, his wife was home. He opened to door to once again, another attack on his hearing.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S ABOUT TO END THE MANGA?! She signed a legal contract saying that she would keep it up for at least another year! That's our MOST popular investment, we'll lose millions! I don't care if she is the richest woman in Japan!"
Kikyo slammed the phone down on the desk and sat down in front of the computer, typing at a quickened pace. "Hey, how was your day, dear?" Kikyo said, not turning away from the computer.
"I won the case. Yours?"
"I've spent the past six hours trying to save the company from losing millions, that manga is one of the most popular in Japan, not to mention several other countries. When I go to Shounen Sunday tomorrow I'm asking for a raise, I'm not wiping executive ass for nothing."
"Any calls?"
"Your brother called, said he had another case for you at the firm."
"Tell him to shove it."
"He also told me Naraku was a competitor for getting this job."
The hairs on the hanyou's neck stood on end. Naraku's company was his most lethal competitor, even though he worked almost alone, unless you count the many subordinates he exploited.
He groaned and headed for the door, giving his wife a quick kiss on the cheek, then grabbing his suitcase and heading out the door, grumbling all the way.
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"No, no, girl, you need to dump him! Yeah, uh huh, that's right girlfriend! You know I had that same problem with Bankotsu! But all I had to do was make him jealous and he's been like a little puppy ever since."
Inuyasha exited the elevator, making his way through the crowd of lawyers, towards his secretary, who was chatting on the phone with one of his "girlfriends", painting his nails, feet cocked up on the desk.
"Jakotsu!" he yelled. The secretary looked up at him. "Girl, I'll have to call you back," he said and hung up the phone.
"Where's Sesshoumaru?" Inuyasha asked.
"He's at a conference, he'll be out in a few minutes."
The lawyer turned away, about to head towards the conference room, when he said, "and Jakotsu, if you're going to wear a skirt, can you at least shave your legs first?"
Jakotsu pouted. "Gay men have feelings too you know!" his head cocked to the side as he tried to check out the lawyers rear, "but straight men got the nicest ass!"
Inuyasha went on to the conference room, ignoring the secretary's statement and going through the crowds of drooling female employees that now surrounded his brother, being trailed by his assistant, Jaken.
"Inuyasha," Sesshoumaru said in a monotone voice.
"Sesshoumaru," Inuyasha said right back.
"Come, I have another job for you," he said and led them towards his office. Sesshoumaru, the president of and owner of Takashi Law Firm, was the son of the first owner, Taisho, along with Inuyasha, the vice president of the firm.
Inuyasha sat down at the seat in front of the desk. Sesshoumaru sat on the other side of the desk. "You have another job," Sesshoumaru said, his seat turned to face towards the window.
"What is it on?"
"Another hanyou case."
"Sure, just add it to my list of favorite things to do."
"Did I forget to mention that her family was one of the richest in Tokyo?"
"I don't care about money, Sesshoumaru," Inuyasha said, leaning back in his chair, "I have enough of that."
Sesshoumaru passed him the folder. "A little girl, Shiori, a bat hanyou, wants to sue her grandfather for disowning her for what she is."
"I didn't know you were so compassionate about these things," Inuyasha said sarcastically. Sesshoumaru gave him a cold stare. "I don't. She's one of my daughter's friends."
Inuyasha smirked. He knew of Rin. The little girl had come in; child services letting her sue against her neighborhood for physical and emotional abuse, Sesshoumaru her lawyer. She was going to go to an orphanage, but three weeks later, she was his.
Inuyasha grabbed the folder and walked out of the room and building, to his car. He threw his suitcase in the back seat, then sped off, not noticing the girl on the bike until the last second.
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You what to do!
The car came into the driveway. It was a fairly large house, not enough to be a regular home, but not big enough to be a mansion. He slammed the car door and walked inside, ready for some peace and quiet as he opened the door.
What he got, however, was an ear splitting blast of rock music.
His ears pressed against his head in fear as he walked through the house. The maid, Kagura, was in the living room, pushing the vacuum across the white carpet, moving to the music.
"KAGURA!" he yelled over the music. She looked over to him and yelled back. "WHAT?"
"TURN OFF THAT CRAP!"
"WHAT?"
"I SAID, TURN THAT CRAP OFF!" he looked over at Kagura, who was holding to plug to the stereo, waving it around in a sardonic manner. He glared at her, throwing his suitcase on the couch. She glared back at him, her arms folded across her chest, ready for the daily attack she was about to receive.
"Beds?"
"Made."
"Mail?"
"On the kitchen counter."
"Clothes?"
"Whites are in the wash right now."
"Food?"
"In the microwave."
He turned towards the kitchen, Kagura giving him the finger as he turned his back around. "Jackass," she muttered.
"I heard that!" he yelled back from the kitchen. He walked over to the microwave, picking up the mail on the way there. He sat down at the kitchen table, cup of ramen in hand.
"Electric bill, Cell phone, water bill, just won a million dollars, water bill, credit card bill,.... Kagura?"
"Yo!"
"Why is your mail in here?"
"Um, cuz we have....problems with our mailbox."
"What kind of, problems?"
"You don't wanna know, it started with my brother wanting to show off how much crap he can blast out of his mouth and went downhill from there."
Inuyasha rolled his eyes. Hearing one of Kagura's adventures with her many siblings was not the easiest thing to do. He had met her siblings, one of them tried to pry out his stomach, another was biting everything in half, and another had possessed him and next thing he knew, he was standing on the roof in his underwear.
He polished off the last of his ramen and went upstairs. Hopefully, his wife was home. He opened to door to once again, another attack on his hearing.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S ABOUT TO END THE MANGA?! She signed a legal contract saying that she would keep it up for at least another year! That's our MOST popular investment, we'll lose millions! I don't care if she is the richest woman in Japan!"
Kikyo slammed the phone down on the desk and sat down in front of the computer, typing at a quickened pace. "Hey, how was your day, dear?" Kikyo said, not turning away from the computer.
"I won the case. Yours?"
"I've spent the past six hours trying to save the company from losing millions, that manga is one of the most popular in Japan, not to mention several other countries. When I go to Shounen Sunday tomorrow I'm asking for a raise, I'm not wiping executive ass for nothing."
"Any calls?"
"Your brother called, said he had another case for you at the firm."
"Tell him to shove it."
"He also told me Naraku was a competitor for getting this job."
The hairs on the hanyou's neck stood on end. Naraku's company was his most lethal competitor, even though he worked almost alone, unless you count the many subordinates he exploited.
He groaned and headed for the door, giving his wife a quick kiss on the cheek, then grabbing his suitcase and heading out the door, grumbling all the way.
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"No, no, girl, you need to dump him! Yeah, uh huh, that's right girlfriend! You know I had that same problem with Bankotsu! But all I had to do was make him jealous and he's been like a little puppy ever since."
Inuyasha exited the elevator, making his way through the crowd of lawyers, towards his secretary, who was chatting on the phone with one of his "girlfriends", painting his nails, feet cocked up on the desk.
"Jakotsu!" he yelled. The secretary looked up at him. "Girl, I'll have to call you back," he said and hung up the phone.
"Where's Sesshoumaru?" Inuyasha asked.
"He's at a conference, he'll be out in a few minutes."
The lawyer turned away, about to head towards the conference room, when he said, "and Jakotsu, if you're going to wear a skirt, can you at least shave your legs first?"
Jakotsu pouted. "Gay men have feelings too you know!" his head cocked to the side as he tried to check out the lawyers rear, "but straight men got the nicest ass!"
Inuyasha went on to the conference room, ignoring the secretary's statement and going through the crowds of drooling female employees that now surrounded his brother, being trailed by his assistant, Jaken.
"Inuyasha," Sesshoumaru said in a monotone voice.
"Sesshoumaru," Inuyasha said right back.
"Come, I have another job for you," he said and led them towards his office. Sesshoumaru, the president of and owner of Takashi Law Firm, was the son of the first owner, Taisho, along with Inuyasha, the vice president of the firm.
Inuyasha sat down at the seat in front of the desk. Sesshoumaru sat on the other side of the desk. "You have another job," Sesshoumaru said, his seat turned to face towards the window.
"What is it on?"
"Another hanyou case."
"Sure, just add it to my list of favorite things to do."
"Did I forget to mention that her family was one of the richest in Tokyo?"
"I don't care about money, Sesshoumaru," Inuyasha said, leaning back in his chair, "I have enough of that."
Sesshoumaru passed him the folder. "A little girl, Shiori, a bat hanyou, wants to sue her grandfather for disowning her for what she is."
"I didn't know you were so compassionate about these things," Inuyasha said sarcastically. Sesshoumaru gave him a cold stare. "I don't. She's one of my daughter's friends."
Inuyasha smirked. He knew of Rin. The little girl had come in; child services letting her sue against her neighborhood for physical and emotional abuse, Sesshoumaru her lawyer. She was going to go to an orphanage, but three weeks later, she was his.
Inuyasha grabbed the folder and walked out of the room and building, to his car. He threw his suitcase in the back seat, then sped off, not noticing the girl on the bike until the last second.
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You what to do!