Disclaimer: Diamonds might be a girls best friend.. but they aren't cute and fuzzy like Inu's ears... just not the same -sulks-
Notes: Oh yeah, I might have failed to mention, Inuyasha still has his hair and beautiful eyes (though not so narrowly dilated), just because that's the way he is, and it tends to bore me when he's just average human Inuyasha... so -ahem- yeah. His other demonic traits would be at -zero-
and his father and Sesshy have the silver hair too.. you know, keeping it in the family..heh.
Other than that -shrugs- enjoy.
Three Little Words: Chapter 2 - Could Be Worse
"Feh. I'm surprised you noticed with some bitch near-by." Inuyasha grumbled as he worked his way through the crowded sidewalk with Miroku trailing behind him, heading back to their apartment a few blocks away.
"Inu. I'm hurt. Honestly, that statement will emotionally scar me. I would never think such things about a lovely creature under Buddha's watchful eye."
"Oh, I get it.. You don't think on your actions then." A perverted smile lit his friend's face and he just rolled his eyes, wishing he hadn't said anything. "Actually, I don't want to know."
They continued along the street and turned into the nice building complex where a lot of well established people chose to make residence, but Inuyasha had chosen it mostly just to piss them all off. "But seriously Inuyasha, what's with the job thing all of a sudden?"
Inuyasha opened the door to the staircase, opting to not be stuck with some rich twit if the power decided to die again while he was in the stupid box. "Do you like our lifestyle?"
"Uh.. yeah. It's comfy. If it were an inanimate object it would probably be all smooth and shiny.
and might come with that new car smell and a freshly baked cookie...Though what that all has to do with a job, I know not."
"Let's just say that if I didn't take the job, things would rust over real fast.. and no more cookies for about a year." Inuyasha could have banged his head against the wall for actually using his friends own questionable words in response.. but he just kept walking even as Miroku hesitated at the platform to their floor, shuddering.
"I can't go a whole year without cookies man... Daddy needs his sugar, and if you have to have a job for me to get it, then by all means..."
"..And here I thought you were an honest man of Buddha." The sarcasm dripped from his lips as he fiddled with his key to open the apartment door.
Miroku grinned, but then made his eyes wide as though he were innocent, holding his hands up.
"Oh, and what do you mean by that? I was merely proclaiming my love for the bitter-sweet morsels of delight that melt in my mouth."
"Somehow... I don't want to know what you were describing just now."
ra ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta sheep buah buah an la la la
Kagome rummaged through her purse as she sat on the train, heading to the other side of town where her sorry excuse for an apartment building would hopefully still be standing. Finally managing to find her cell-phone in the mass of little items that were contained in the bag, she flipped it on, noticing that she had three messages.
'Hmn.. Mom, work, and some other random one..' She shrugged if off and decided to just listen to them when she got home on the main machine. Exhaust had caught up with her, and at that moment a nice bagel and a nap seemed very appealing. Either that or throttling whatever god had ruined her main chance at a better life. Though that second option didn't seem as plausible, so as she left the station she bought a bagel in a nearby caf‚, smothered it with cream-cheese and threw her diet out the window.
'Life is too short, and it not like I'm in Unemployment Nirvana...'
She savored the bites of the bagel, and held what remained between her teeth as she fiddled with her keys to open the door, then kicked it in the bottom-left corner so it wouldn't jam when she went to open it. Keeping up the balancing act, she somehow managed to close the door behind her and lock it without choking on the bagel or tripping over her incredibly fat cat who was lounging right in from of the door. 'Ugh.. Buyou!'
Setting down her purse and hanging up her keys on one of the hooks meant for pots hanging from the ceiling above her kitchenette, she pressed the button on her answering machine so she could listen to the messages as she made her way to the back room for the oh-so-tempting afternoon nap before her night classes at Tokyo U.
[Beep. Message One: Kagome, this is your mother calling. I was just checking up to see how you were doing. Noticed there was a nice thunderstorm out your way, and wasn't exactly sure as to how your little apartment place was faring. Well, I only send my best, and your grandfather and Souta say hi. Remember, next weekend is his big game that you promised you'd attend. Gotta go,
smells like something's burning in the kitchen, love you. Beep.]
That was right, she'd nearly forgotten about Souta's baseball game. 'I'll have to add it on my calender...'
[Beep. Message Two: Higurashi, I was very disappointed that you did not show up for your shift this afternoon without giving any cancellation notice. For that, it is unfortunate that I must inform you that it seems we must let you go. Good luck in the future.. You were a good employee.
Beep.]
'..Well, I saw that coming... And, No. I do not want any fucking fries with that...' Kagome flopped down on her bed and closed her eyes, willing the last message to just drone on so she could get some sleep after all that had gone on that day.
[Beep. Message Three: Higurashi Kagome, this is Amori Rin from Siroshenshi-Com. I am regretful to inform you that you were not given the desired position of being chosen as one of our interns for this year.-
Kagome's heart sunk, she buried her face in the pillow and willed it to all just go away.
-Though, I am honored to inform you that another position has been opened, and would like to offer you the job of being Assistant of General Operations at out corporation.-
Kagome stopped smothering herself with the pillow, and instead sat straight up, not sure if she was hearing correctly. '..a TITLED position?...'
-If you are interested please contact me at the company's number, extension 35. Ja.. Beep. End of Messages.]
Kagome had barely heard the rest of what the over cheery secretary had had to say in the message. She had jumped to her feet and was dancing around the room with some kind of new-
found energy, jumping up and down on her bed and such.
Reaching down to pick up her fat cat who wandered in the room, she began to swing him around in her arms. "Guess what Buyou.. I have a job.." Her mind wandered as she set the petrified animal down, falling back against the fluffy mattress with a smile on her face. "..a real job.."
woop a doop tee tee sha mo
Sesshomarrou sat idly in the uptown coffee shop, sipping his overpriced mocha-chino with extra foam, thumbing through the boring business magazine he'd bought at a stand a couple blocks away. The statistics didn't impress him, as they were all fairly inaccurate. He should know, after all, it had been he who shaped them for the past few years or so when his father had promoted him.
He didn't think very highly of the man everyone referred to as Sirosenshi. In his opinion, his father's priorities were way out of line. Well, that and the fact that he seemed to be blinded in the well-being of his corporation, somehow favoring to pass it onto his bastard of a son and Sesshomarrou's own half-brother.
He took the last sip of the warm liquid from his mug and closed the magazine, leaving it behind him on the table as he got up to leave the caf‚. The one thing other than a mocha-chino that brightened his mood was knowing how big of a screw up his 'little brother' was indeed. After tapping into his school files, it was only obvious that the brat wasn't cut out for the stress of the business world, and would, inevitably, ruin his opportunity within the first few weeks. That was of corse, taking into count that his father would stupidly cut him slack as he usually did, and that his new 'assistant' would have about as much experience as a hippo in the workplace.
A small grin spread across Sesshomarrou's lips as he entered through the revolving doors at the entrance of Sirosenshi-Com. 'Yes.. my dear brother. It will be a pleasure working with you...' At least this way his father might come to his senses.. and then the business would be his as he'd intended from the day he had asked for a job there. "..Fun indeed."
ja ja je bee lindo be buaah
Inuyasha was thumbing through a Sports Illustrated while his microwave hummed in heating up his dinner of instant ramen. It seemed a bit cliche that someone with such a big trust account was practically living off of 'the poor man's meal' of college students, but it worked. That, and Inuyasha had developed a strange addiction to the inexpensive noodle dish.
He was stirred from his skimming of the catalogue when a familiar ring-tone found his ears, and he clicked the button on his phone to answer. "Yo."
"Hello, may I please speak to Sirosenshi Inuyasha." An overly cheery voice sounded on the other end, and Inuyasha knew it couldn't possibly be anyone other than his half-brother's secretary,
Rin. At least he hoped it was her, because if there were many others with her kind of energy, he knew the world would be ending soon.
"It's me Rin. Speak."
"Oh good, I was hoping to catch you at home. I know you officially start work on Monday, but I figured you might want to know that the position for your assistant has been filled."
Inuyasha rolled his eyes at the information. He didn't want to really work there, let alone did he care who his fucking assistant would be. "So?"
"So... don't you think it would be a good idea to drop by sometime tomorrow and pick up her file. It might be good to know more about who you're working with before you start, don't you think."
The microwave let off a beep and he glanced toward the inside, nearly drooling as the scent of his ramen reached his nose. "Right Rin. Whatever. I'll just see you on Monday..." Click.
Rin just huffed on the other end of the line. She had only been trying to offer a small piece of advice for Inuyasha. She felt kind of bad that he'd been stuck with an intern, even if Kagome had seemed like a nice girl. But stopping at that thought, she decided Kagome deserved more condolences than the younger partner of the Corperation, after all, she was going to be stuck working for the jerk. 'Oy, this is giving me a headache..'
lu lu lay me muah muah muah
The young woman ran down the street with a newspaper over her head as the rain poured down ever harder. She was tired, hungry, and her favorite blazer was soaked though and she wasn't sure if even dry cleaning could save it at that point.
Finally reaching her covered stoop, the woman dug into her pockets and purse searching for her key, letting out a stream of curses when she couldn't find it. "SHIT! Things just can't get worse can they?!"
Just then a car drove by, hitting the puddle that had collected in front of her building, effectively soaking her from the splash. This just wasn't her day. No, it wasn't her decade. Ever since she had found her boyfriend cheating on her three months before with her best friend, lost her job,
and faced the fact that her father was bisexual and had left her mother for some queer, everything had fallen apart. Yes, AFTER all of that, things fell apart.
Letting out a sigh, she tossed the pasty paper aside and gave into the rain as it fell from the heavens, plopping down on her stoop not caring that her best business outfit was ruined, and her hair was now drenched and clinging to her face. She tried to think of who might have an extra key, but couldn't think of anyone who had one. Everyone had the old key copies, but she had changed over the locks when she'd broken up with her boyfriend.
'So much for running home.' Collecting herself, she dug her cell phone out of her purse and dialed the number to the locksmith. She knew the number because her cousin ran it and had switched over her locks for her himself. "Koga?"
"Yo."
"I'm locked out, can you come by."
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Fine, Sango... don't let it happen again."
Sango rolled her eyes. As if she actually got locked out all the time. "I wont."
"Be there in five. You owe me."
"Whatever Koga, just hurry. I'm soaking wet out here."
"Yeah, yeah, don't get your panties in a twist." There was a click as he disconnected before the droning dial-tone consumed the phone and Sango went to turn it off. She paused when she saw her 'messages' symbol blinking in the corner of the tiny screen... but decided to just listen to it once she got inside. It was from Sirosenshi Com where she'd just had an interview, and she really couldn't handle any more bad news just then.
bu dump dun dun dadump
Twenty minutes later, the jacked up, old, ford truck came screeching to a halt in front of Sango's building, and Koga came sliding out from within, carrying his handy-dandy bag of tools. Sango looked just about like death had taken her and spat her back up right on the porch, because since her call fifteen other cars had splashed her, and to add to it, she'd broken a heal when she had started pacing up and down the sidewalk.
"Damn. You look like shit."
Sango just glared up at her cousin from her seat on the bottom step of her stoop while he worked his way over to her door with his bag. Setting it down, he rummaged through it for a moment until he took out a long slender item. It looked like a thick wire, and had a small flat hook at the tip of it. He inserted the thingamabob into the keyhole and fiddled around for a moment. When he was done, he removed the whatchamacallit and opened the door.
Sango stood up, thanked her cousin and headed inside, not really caring that she was leaving puddles of water in her wake. After making her way to the bedroom, she peeled off the layers of drenched clothing from her skin and tossed them in a plastic bag that she decided she'd take to the Laundromat first thing the next day. After finding a fluffy towel, Sango dried off and shrugged into some flannel sleep-pants and a tank top before making her way to the kitchen.
She was just heating up her Lean Cuisine when she glanced over to her answering machine with the annoying red light blinking away, and remembered that she had a message waiting from Sirosenshi Com.
'Well, not like I'll be shocked I didn't get picked after today...' With that thought she made her way over to the machine and hit the play button.
[Beep. Message One: Konichiwa, Amori Sango. This is Sirosenshi Com letting you know that-
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crackly
pop
Okay, sorry it isn't quite as long as last chapter.. but it was a good place for me to stop. Heh heh,
you may have wanted to keep reading.. but, uh... you'll just have to review, and wait for me to update again. Also, my thanks to Skitzoflame. -smiles- I always like the first people to review.
and since I already had the majority of this chapter written, I updated like you wanted. n.n
Ja matta ne. -Bunny