"Oh my Kami! Today is going by so slow!"

Kagome sat with her legs propped up against her desk. She twirled around her wheeled chair as she sat with one leg under the other as her foot sent her in a steady rhythm back and forth. Faster and faster she went, smiling all the way. She lifted her arms trying to pull her hair up. She finally got a messy bun, and sighed. She thought back to what she'd done earlier as the dizziness began to cloud over her eyes.

'Sango's really nice! We've already decided to eat lunch together!'

Kagome frowned as the dizziness finally set in total control and she felt the need to grab on to something to gain balance.

'Crap! Should NOT have done that!'

A soft tinkling of laughter was heard as Kagome saw Sango's delicate hand covering her mouth. She saw the spark in her eyes as she laughed at Kagome's situation.

"You really should be more careful. Wheeled chairs are the number 1 killer in Japan you know."

Kagome growled as she pointed at… both Sango's?

"Aww hush San- ooh, I don't feel so good!"

Kagome grabbed her mouth as she felt her traitorous stomach threaten to spill it's content. She looked up at Sango who now was sporting a 'horrified' look on her face.

"You… don't, look so good, you know that?"

Kagome recognized some humor in her voice and said, "Aww hush, Aagh!"

'Traitor!'

"Eww!"

Earlier that same day…

'6:30 am. It's 6:30 am and I'm still in bed. This is… nice.'

Sesshoumaru groaned as his tired muscles protested his raising. He sighed as he flung his comforter back and sat up. He stretched and looked around slowly, looking at his darkened room. He scratched his stomach lazily and smacked his lips as he turned on his nearby lamp. He squinted as the bright lights attacked his sensitive eyes. He slowly stood up on is unsteady yet somehow graceful legs and trudged his way to his large bathroom. He looked down at his transportation and smiled.

'While usually it chafes me, the carpet feel good this morning. How… disturbing.'

Too consumed in his own thoughts he didn't realize the 'danger' until too late.

"Damnit!"

Sesshoumaru swore slightly under his breath as he stumped his tow on the side of his bathroom counter.

'Inferior, useless object! This Sesshoumaru cares not for you! I shall have you destroyed for harming my person!'

He sighed as he turned on the hot water to his shower. Soon, the once chilly water started to let off steam, informing Sesshoumaru that it was time. He stepped into the glass-enclosed case and sighed as he leaned his forehead against the wall and just let the hot water steadily beat on his head. He sighed and quickly lathered his body and jumped out before he got too comfortable. He believed that you always did better if you could just use a little more of something. So that's how he made his way to the top. Half starved and exhausted. He wrapped his emerald green towel around his waist tightly and breathed in the steamy filled room. He wiped his mirror off and squeezed his toothpaste on his brush. He glanced around casually as he brushed his teeth. He suddenly felt the foamy substance dribble down his chin and cursed himself. He stared into his still- fogged mirror and growled. He felt like chuckling to himself.

'Sesshoumaru… you look like a ravenous dog!'

Stepping out of the warmth of his bathroom Sesshoumaru felt the chill bumps settle upon his skin.

'Damn human reactions.'

He grabbed his boxers and a pair of slacks. He looked around until he spotted a white t-shirt. He sniffed it to see if it was clean and when he was satisfied that it was he placed it over his head. He grabbed a baby blue polo shirt and buttoned it to the third to last button. He rolled the shirts material to his elbows and then placed a necklace around his long pale neck. He pulled his unnatural silver hair in a low ponytail at the nape of his neck, but decided it looked better down, and at his waist. He grabbed his wallet and placed it in his back pocket before opening his bedroom door.

'Hope they don't mind me going casual.'

Picking up his keys he began hopping down the stairs. He grabbed his sunglasses and slid them on before opening his front door. Squinting in the morning sun he looked at his watch.

'Sure is bright for it to be 7:30… 7:30! I stayed in there longer than I thought.'

Sesshoumaru jogged to his car and opened the door before sitting down on his leather seats. He started the car and pulled out of his driveway.

'I know it's my day off, but I have nothing better to do.'

He sighed to himself.

'People keep pressuring me to get married, but woman are all… unsatisfying. They talk too much and they bore me.'

He smirked at his next thought.

'Work is very interesting however, maybe I could marry it.'

Pulling into the parking lot Sesshoumaru jogged up to the door where everyone, who had been previously slacking off, stared at him in horror. He sent them all cold glares that sent them scurrying back to their 'jobs'.

'Miroku shall pay for this! I told him I did not need a 'break'. '

He swiftly walked by a cowering, small man.

'Never seen him befor-'

He twirled around and walked back up to the now profusely sweating man.

"Boy, who are you?"

Sesshoumaru nearly barked at the small man. He saw him flinch.

"My name is J-j-j-Jaken my l-lordship. I just started working as your p-personal secretary. I hope you are not angry!"

Sesshoumaru felt the strong urge to roll his eyes. Of course, he minded, but… this little man looked loyal. He closed his eyes and pinched that spot in between his golden orbs.

"No Jaken, I am not angry. Get back to work for I do not accept laziness."

The toad like man stood stock-still.

"I would just hate to send you packing before you've even just settled. You'll quickly find I do not fancy repeating myself, now MOVE!"

Jaken started running around frantically and papers flew, everywhere!

"Jaken…"

"I'm so sorry my lord! I'll clean it immediately! Please don't fire me!"

"Be sure that you. Make it quick."

He walked away and heard a frantic scattering of paper being picked up.

'Cowering fool. He'll be gone soon enough.'

Sesshoumaru stepped into his office before noticing the change in the air. He paused.

'Something's different.'

Suddenly he felt a pair of arms encircle his waist. A pair of female arms.

"Hello Sesshoumaru-sama."

"Yura… how many times have I told you not to touch my person?"

He grabbed her arms and backed away from her grasp. He gave his personal assistant a stern look that CLEARLY said, 'I'm better than you could ever hope to be you disgusting wench.' Unfortunately, it went unnoticed to Yura.

"Aww Sesshy, what will it hurt? You know you can't deny me."

She pressed her body upon him and smiled as what she thought seductively. The thought of her made his skin crawl. Her touch felt like the delicate caress of acid. She had her uneven hair cut to the middle of her almost nonexistent neck, so it happened to make her hair appear longer. She made him cringe inwardly. She happened to think he liked her, so she took the liberty of stroking his arm, much to his dismay. She grabbed his large hands in her own slightly roughed hands and placed them on her over shapely hips. They looked more like a 40 year old woman with their over accentuated roundness. His hands seemed to sink in to them, making him wonder if he were to lose one. He looked at her in that millisecond, before he saved his precious hands, really looked at her. She was so disproportioned. She had a small oval shaped face with huge charcoal eyes, so clouded over, with lust, for him. She really made him edgy. She had a large rounded nose and thin lips that seemed to disappear when she smiled. He found it odd. Her lips were that of an old woman's with her teeth removed. It was quite humorous actually. Her pitiful excuse for hair was pulled up in a hideous childish red bow. And it's greasy content seemed unreal, 'Not even her hair could be that greasy, could it?' Well what ever the reason, which was probably the bows purpose. But the poor girl just dragged attention to her greasy mass. Her hair was so strange. So dark brown it was almost purple, so thin and stringy. And try as he might he could not help but notice her plunging black dress. It looked as if it were her little sisters! It left little to the imagination and took away the mystery that Sesshoumaru found appealing in women. She clearly had no class, and that simply would not do. He found her disgusting, but tried to hide it as well as possible. After all, a gentleman does not embarrass a lady. No matter how un-lady like she is. You'd never notice the emotions floating right under the surface, threatening to strangle him if he did not move… far away, very quickly. But the damn woman didn't understand body language. She just kept sashaying herself closer and closer to him. His eyes watered at the smell of her perfume. Or perfumes. He couldn't decipher. He couldn't describe her, although the word 'fugly' came to mind. With every step she took he felt his eyes water a little more. She pressed her body against his again and he her sniff him and sigh.

'If only father could see me.'

He could already hear the stubborn bastard laughing at his seemingly proud son. He knew nothing. He glanced back at the 'female' on his arm. Her dress was too much, he felt the urge to grab her a safety pin. The dress plunged to her navel. It was skin tight, which was not attractive due to the small round fat deposit under it. The 'little black number' came to her mid thigh, with two splits up to her hips. Slipping his arm out of her grimy hold, he gracefully opened his door.

"Yura, leave me. I do not require, nor desire your attentions. I suggest you start dressing appropriately before you find yourself at the back of the unemployment line."

He saw her open her mouth to start to protest, but her voice rubbed him the wrong way, so he cut her off.

"Hold your tongue before you lose it."

He saw her immediately close her mouth so he took the opportunity to close the door in her face. He could only imagine the look on her face behind his white oak doors.

'Good job. One more fool in their right place.'

Yes, it was true. He was an ass. A downright pompous ass. He deserved the privilege. He worked his ass off to get to the top. He wasn't about to let some little gold digging hussy slip in and suck him dry, with her fake passion. He saw through it, she saw he did. Point blank, women nowadays are all cheating lying whores, covering lies with smiles and masks. 'I love you' seemed make everything better. He wasn't buying it. Experience in the department helped. Kagura! That damn woman! She tried to take him down, throwing her pitiful weight at his knees; he was a good soldier though and stood strong. Her 'master' told her too. She did it only because she feared for her sister and herself. She never expected to fall in love. He found she wasn't a whore, or a goldigger, but a desperate woman in trouble.

'So I let her… I let her use me.'

He was in love. Is something wrong with that? He figured he was allowed to love at least one person in his life before his suffered for it. Life was unfair, he got used to it. It was all a big poker game. He guessed his poker face just sucked because he always lost. He loved her, and she loved him. Just… they never said so. She wasn't supposed to love him. She feared for her sister. And she wouldn't tell him her master's name. She feared for him as well. She confessed it to him one night…

FLASHBACK

"No, no, no!"

He pushed the unwelcome thoughts away. He didn't need anymore shit in his life right now. Especially memories.

"She is just a dream now, broken hopes of an illusion."

Hard as he tried he couldn't stop the memory of her dead body, mangled manipulated and bleeding in his doorstep out of his mind. When he flipped her over she had been smiling. Her listless eyes staring through his soul, yet looking at nothing. Smiling at him, it had been so melancholy. The thought made him feel his stomach acid churn. He fell to his knees and disposed of it, quickly spiting and wiping his mouth. The taste was bitter. Both the vomit and the memory. Breathing heavily he closed his eyes. Before whispering into an empty room.

"Damn you Kagura, why? Why does your memory still haunt me so?"