Here's chapter four. Man, this dinner is NOT sitting well with my stomach! -glares at food- There was a reason I hadn't eaten in five days...
If you don't know what an arraignment is, then go to my profile. Click on Depending on Her and go to chapter three. I don't feel like putting it up twice.
Chapter Three: Arraignment
"Don't you have someone else to annoy?" I ask him, getting in my car and nearly closing the door. Well, I would have if he hadn't caught it and held it open.
"No. You're the only one... Now... Tell me what you thought of her and what you two did or else..." He waves the picture around. Rather than taking chances that he'll actually do it, I give in.
"She's a very beautiful woman. I asked her questions about her life, and she answered. She must have assumed it was for the trial, because she answered very professionally. Now, if you don't mind, Patrick, I'm leaving. I'm going to MY home that is empty of ANY woman you might think I got out of prison!" I snap. Patrick backs up from the door and I close it. I lock the doors hastily then drive off. That man can be so annoying at the rudest of times.
I drive home, my mind going in a million directions. Amazing how just talking to my new client has gotten me all... diroriented. It isn't like me at all, which is why it must bother me so much. I park my car then walk into my house. I walk strait to my room and take in a deep breath. Sleep is exactly what I need. When I sleep, then my mind will stop thinking of her.
The client and I are sitting at my house. Even though it doesn't look like my dining room, somehow I know it's my house. I watch as she takes a drink of wine and swallows it slowly. I do the same thing, as if I'm entranced by her. I snake my arm around her waist. I lean forward to her face and kiss her.Rather than pushing me off, her body relaxes. I go behind her, looking at the base of her neck. I want to mark her as mine, and I'm not embarassed by it. My teeeth brush against her skin.
I wake up, my breathing rigid. As I look at my clock, I can feel my heart pounding. Forget feeling it, I can hear it pounding. I sit up, shaking my head.
"I'm too old to be having wet dreams." I mutter to myself. I look at me clothes then grimace. I shouldn't have let myself fall asleep in my business suit. That was irresponsible.
I stand up and begin to undo the tie that had started to choke me last night. That should have come off, even if I allowed myself to sleep in the suit. After loosening it, I take a deep breath and allow my lungs to function fully. I hadn't even realized how much air they had been deprived of. With a slight chuckle, I put the tie in a laundry basket.
Today I'm not going to work. I'm going to clear my mind of this woman... My client and I will remain in a professional relationship, despite what my malfunctioning brain keeps trying to tell me. I reach into my closet and pull out one of the few pairs of jeans I have. After I pull those on, I get a black dress shirt and my jacket.
I walk out of my house, towards the main shopping area. Perhaps I can distract myself by pretending to be interesting in shopping. Not that I care much for it, but I'm hoping that anything will distract me from her... Something has to distract me from Kagome Higurashi.
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I'd been dreading this day, yet I've also been dying for it to come. The day of Ms. Higurashi's arraignment. My stomach seems to have tightened up so much, that I won't eat breakfast. I shouldn't be this nervous over her arraignment. It's not like we'll be allowed to speak to each other.
I feel like I'm an unexperienced teenager in high school. Like I'm trying to foolishly impress a godess, even though she's out of my league. I remember doing that so many times in high school...
As I walk out the door, my cell phone rings. I pick it up, growling at the number.
"What do you want, half-breed?" I ask rudely. Perhaps if I piss him off enough in the beginning of the conversation, then he'll hang up.
"Guess what?" Inuyasha asks me.
"I don't have time for 20 questions. I have to go to work. Oh, I'm sorry, you don't know what that is." I hiss angrily. I hear Inuyasha growling over the phone, but he still doesn't hang up. Damn, there went that hope.
"Bastard." He comments.
"I'm not here for you to tell all your good news to, Inuyasha. Nor am I here to accept your compliments." I tell him. He laughs, which only makes me even more upset.
"Remember the girl that I was dating in high school?" Inuyasha asks. Oh yes, the one who got dumped for the American-speaking whore.
"What of her?" I ask, not caring in the least.
"I'm going to get back together with her." He says. I open the door to my car, trying to relax myself. If I squeeze the cell phone any tighter, then I'll break it.
"I have togo, Inuyasha. When you have news that involves me, then you can tell me what it is." I say. I hang up then dial another number.
"Verizon Wireless, this is Amy. How may I help you?" The woman asks. I begin to drive to the courthouse, sighing.
"Hello Amy. This is Mr. Taisho again." I tell her. She giggles then I can hear her typing on her computer.
"Inuyasha called again, did he? Your new phone will be there in five days. Since the holidays are coming up, all the deliveries are slowed down." She says.
"Thank you, Amy. I'll call you in seven days." I say. I hang up my phone then put it down in the passenger seat. Inuyasha is not only annoying me, he's causing me to invest quite a lot of money into cell phones.
I park in the court's parking lot. I leave my cell phone in the seat and grab a book. It takes ages to wait for them to call one person up. If I'm at the end of the line (at it's a long line), then I could be there until tonight. But, that's not the case. My client is actually first.
"We charge Kagome Higurashi with murder of Hojo." The prosecuting says. I watch her struggle to keep quiet. I know she's innocent, I can smell it on both her and the body of the victim. It's taking all her self control to keep from shouting that she's innocent.
"How does the defendant plea?" The judge asks. I remain quiet, knowing that she'll probably beat me to saying it.
"Not guilty." She says. I look at the court reporter as she types the entire conversation away.I look to Kagome once again, only to find her already looking at me. She sits down next to another woman and, by the way they act, I assume that they're cell mates. She points to me then she and the other woman begin giggling. The bailiff smacks her head gently and she straitens up. I smile then go back to the main lobby. I don't want to be here any longer than necessary.
Then I see Ms. Higurashi heading to the bathroom. I lean against a wall, hoping to speak to her before she has to leave. When she comes out, I grasp her arm gently.
"Higurashi." I say calmly. She looks at me, then that blush returns to her face.I smile inwardly, amused and somewhat happy that she is always blushing when I'm near her.
"I will be meeting up with you tomorrow so we can go over the trial." I tell her. I bite down on the inside of my lip, ready to curse myself out loud. I don't know what else needs to be done for the trial. Everything I need my investigator, Patrick Roberts, has already gotten together.
"Thank you, Mr. Taisho." She says quietly. I don't know what she just thanked me for, but it's too late to ask now. She runs off to the other girl then they get on the bus. I turn around then go to my car, shaking my head.
"What's wrong with me? She's controlling me or something..." I mutter to myself. I drive back to the firm's office and slam my head against the steering wheel.
"I'm a fool..." I add. I get out, grabbing my things and going inside. Rin is there, smiling like there's no tomorrow. That's intimidating. Even though she's always smiling in a creepy manner, this is even worse. I walk into my office to see rose petals all over my things. I brush the petals off of my paperwork then she enters the room.
"What did you do?" I ask, trying to restrain my anger. Patrick must've warned her that I can't stand people messing with my office. And doing girly, romantic-wanna-be things to it is definitely messing with my office.
"I... I thought you might like something like this." She says. By the sound of her voice, I can tell she's about to cry. I walk up to her and, despite my anger, hug her.
"Rin, I told you. I don't love you, and I doubt I ever will... I care for you like I would care for a daughter... But I don't feel that way about you." I tell her. I can smell the strong scent of tears and I know that it's my fault. I don't want to fake loving her, since that'll only elevate problems.
"Patrick said that you didn't like people messing with your office. I thought he was joking. I'm so sorry, Mr. Taisho!" She says. I can tell she's really upset since she referred to me professionally.
"Rin... I have an offer for you. Tonight, I'll take you to my home. We'll play video games, but I can't date you." I tell her. Her face lights up and she hugs me tightly.
"Thank you, Sesshoumaru!" She squeels. I watch her return to her desk as Patrick enters.
"Wow." Is all Patrick manages to mutter. I scoop up a handful of rose petals and put them in my trash can. I clean off my desk and laptop then sigh.
"Rin... She's convinced she can persuade me to love her." I tell Patrick. He nods his head then sits on my couch. Amazing how that's the only thing not covered with rose petals.
"You're reminding her how young she is tonight?" He asks. I nod my head, knowing he heard about us playing video games.
"She's only 17. She doesn't understand our age difference... I'm going to treat her like a child tonight to get the sense into her head." I tell him. Patrick grunts in response then I wipe the rose petals off my chair.
- The Next Day -
I wake up on the couch in my house. Rin left around 1 in the morning yesterday. My eyes still burn and I'm not ready to go to work. Suddenly it hits me. Today I have the meeting with my client! I shoot off of the couch, instantly regretting it. I had forgotten that sleeping on it in my awkward position often hurts my back and neck.
I stretch for a split second then go to my room, shaking my head. I'm nervous all over again. But this time, it's worse. This time I will be speaking to her, althought it's about the trial. Hopefully the part of me that is so wrapped around her will be able to hold back. It's a professional relationship. I just have to remind myself of that.
I drive to the prison and walk into a waiting room. I drum my fingers against the table, trying to keep myself from going insane. 'Relax, Sesshoumaru... It's just a meeting for her trial...' I reassure myself.
Well, there you go. Sorry. I know it's been winter break (and it's almost half over. NOOOO!), but I've been lazy. Please forgive me!
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