Love Me Not Chapter 1, an inuyasha fanfic

Love Me Not contains characters of Inuyasha that are OOC (out of character). This story also contains explicit themes. Which means, no kiddies reading! (although I'm sure some will ignore this warning anyways like I use to) If you feel it may offend you in any way, please do not continue on to reading.

Chapter 1: It's Her Life

People walked. Selfishly pushing through some to get to their destination.

Cars honked. Cussing at another that didn't seem to be in the mind frame of driving safely.

This was all day and everyday when you lived in the bustling city of Tokyo, Japan. And also where outsiders had a hard time adjusting to the fast life and overpopulated environment.

Turning sharply out into the an intersection, came a black Acura with smoky dark tints, but not too dark to be considered illegal. It sped through the cars that drove as if a senior citizen was behind the wheel compared to it. Angry drivers honked vigorously, but none dared to challenge the car.

After the last turn into a huge and crowded parking lot, the driver stepped out, one high heel at a time and hurried towards the building, in a prissy run, that sat fifteen stories high.

Dozens of women's heels clicked across the linoleum floor of the big office. Their shoes echoed through the narrow hallway. All of them were dressed in either casual pants or skirts, matching with crisp white dress shirts and their long hairs tied neatly into a bun. Each of them taking turns talking among the woman who was the center of their attention.

"I've looked over your speech papers for today's meeting, and I must say it was fantastic!" said one of the many ladies surrounding her.

"I took the liberty of tidying up your office," said another.

"Miss Sango, don't forget about Ms. Tanaka's party this evening."

Suck ups. They were complete suck ups. They followed Sango around and went out of their to do anything she would command. From taking notes, advise-giving, to running meaningless errands. Sure it all sounded nice, but sometimes got out of hand.

Take this morning's assignment for example. She was in the middle of writing her weekly advertisement when her pencil snapped in two. Just as she was about to reach for the sharpener, one of her many assistants burst into the office unannounced, and brought her a freshly sharpened pencil. And her pencil sharpener was only four inches away!

It was the type of life she definitely had mixed emotions about.

All of the women halted at the same and said their goodbyes and good lucks at Sango as she turned a final corner, alone, to meet a cream colored wall with a close double wooden door.

"In…and out. In…and out." It was a breathing routine she'd always do just before an important speech. Although she loved her job as an advertiser and top of the line designer in the WHAT'S NEW? Tokyo Fashion Department and sharing her grand ideas to her fellow employees, a bit of self-doubt and butterflies always struck with full force. Whenever a new idea was presented. But nothing a few inhales and exhales couldn't cure.

Renewed with confidence once again, Sango burst through the doors.

Inside was located a capacious room with enormous windows that showed an amazing view of the city. Various photographs of women and men clothes in fabulous designer wear from head to toe was plastered around the cream-colored walls. In the center of the room sat a spotless oval table where one could see their own reflection perfectly.

Around the table were employees whose heads turned, smiles brightened, and greetings said.

"I can't wait to hear your new idea Sango," said one of them. She was a young bustling brunette with heavily applied makeup. "I've been in suspense all day!"

Sango's pink glossy lips curved into a dazzling smile. "I hope not to let you down in that case." She made her way to the front and took a moment to unpack all the necessary items that lied in her briefcase. Out came markers, a small microphone, graphs of stocks flowing up and down, and pictures of clothing and accessories.

Once done, she turned to everyone and began the bombast speech of hers she had been practicing for almost a week. Not once had she fluked and forgot a word. If that so did happen, she'd perform like a professional and make up whatever that was forgotten with something new. Everyone would nod and continue to scribbling notes as though it was all planned from the start.

When she was done, she'd stay a while longer, even though she was allowed to go home, and answer all question and comments made by everyone.

"Sango I really liked your speech this week," said a older male employee. He was rather handsome and well built even though his large navy blue suit covered that nice body. If he wasn't 52, she'd sworn he was at least 36. He ran his large through his neatly groomed sandy-brown curly hair as if going for the Californian beach boy look and kept direct eye contact with her. "But need I say, I love all your speeches."

"Thank you Mr. Tanaka," she replied.

"Please, call me Lain."

"Okay, Mr. Lain. As top designer of the company, I appreciate every comment made by you and your fiancé."

He managed a chuckle. It was a cute chuckle. "You don't have to be so polite. Loosen up a bit. You work more than anyone here. Too much work can make one go crazy after a while, you know?"

"Thanks for your concern, but I do enjoy my job. It's what gives me the ability to wake up in the morning, and when I know I did all that I could in the whole day, I can sleep well."

"What about fun?" he asked. "A girl like yourself must have some kind of wild side.'

Lain Tanaka. AKA Mr. Flirt. He has been dating Ms. Tanaka for almost six years and just last year, he proposed to her. Every woman in the entire building knew about his habit of using corny lines to pick up girls. That is, everyone except the wife-to-be. Oh well. She's bound to find out sooner or later.

"Maybe. Now if you would excuse me," she began in the most professional tone. "I have to get ready for Ms. Tanaka's party." Sango collected her things and headed past everyone, saying to all the girls "see you at the you-know-what".

Outside the double doors were her assistants. All twenty-four for them.

"Miss Sango, how was your speech?" asked one of them.

"Great like the others I bet," another replied.

"I've took the liberty in cleaning your office. I even bought you a supply of sharpened pencils so you won't have to worry about sharpening when it dulls out."

Ass kissers. They all were. None of them actually cared about her and the projects she'd slaved months over. For all she knew, these fickle bitches could pretend to be her best friend one day and planning to stab her in the back the next. She knew each of them had their own agenda of being promoted to the class where they could set their minds free, and be creative to design their own trends and clothing lines. And what better way to get that position than to suck up to someone who was already at that high level?

"Kirara, I'm home!" Sango closed the door to her apartment and scanned the living room. The whole room was as large and decorated with meaningless items as all the famous stars' places one would see on television. Thanks to her high-paying job, she could afford all of this and then some. "Kirara?"

Running excitedly from the small dock outside the slide window was a little fuzz ball with huge pinkish eyes red eyes, pointed ears, and a big fluffy tail wagging from side to side.

Sango kneeled down to be greeted by friend. "Hey baby! How was your day? I bet it was pretty boring being here all by yourself." It was nice to have Kirara greet her upon arrival after a tedious day of work. It would be nicer if it was a person. Specifically a man. She had been living the loner life for quiet some time. Waking up in warmth on one side of the queen-sized bed as the untouched side that stayed neat as ever got colder. Walking out the door heading to work without receiving an affectionate kiss from the lips of the male. Though she always got one from Kirara, it was never enough. Never had, never will.

The ball of fur cooed, rubbing her furry face against Sango's chest.

She grinned. "I wish I could stay a while longer with you, but I have to get ready for Ms. Tanaka's party. Alison and everyone at the office thinks that I need to get out more. What do they know?" Truth was… a lot. Her entire life was revolved around work. And sleep once she gotten home. Work. Sleep. Work. Sleep. Repeat. What a wonderful life. If she has sense, she would have thought she went back into time during slavery and had the same routine as they had. Except there were no whippings or strenuous labor for her. Just loneliness and despair.

The cell phone rang. The first few lines of Masami Okui's Chaos played. It was a nice song she loved listening to and decided to use it as a ring tone.

Sango sat Kirara down and walked over to the flower table near the beige sofa to answer it just before it reached the chorus. "Your dime is my time." Her favorite quote she always said instead of the usual hello.

"Konnichiwa!" said a cheery voice.

Only one person dared to call her when she just entered the house and speak in that elated tone 24/7. "Alison, what's up?"

"Are you almost ready to go to the party?"

"Almost? Hah. I just got in. I need to take a bath, find a nice outfit, put on my makeup, and do my hair. If I start on that now, I should be done in about, what, four hours?"

"What the hell! Sango, we're going to a party, not the Grammy's. Take it easy, and don't dress up too much that you outdo Ms. Tanaka. Remember last time?"

Sango laughed. "Don't worry. I'll find something that's not too flashy nor degraded."

"Yeah! 'Cause tonight, we're gonna get hella drunk and maybe get laid by one of the many hotties that are gonna be there. Gods, I can't wait! My hormones are raging just thinking about it."

"I'm not into that one night stand thing and you know that," she said, freeing her hair from the bun and headed upstairs. "I prefer long term relationships with men who wouldn't cheat."

She heard Alison laughing. "Yeah. Whatever. Just be ready by ten, 'kay?"

"Alrighty." Hanging up the phone, she made her way across the velvet floor and to her queen sized room. The interior decorator outdone himself when Sango gave him permission to do anything as he wished to the bedroom. As long as it was kept at a reasonable budget. Even thought she had all the money she could need, it was always her intention to stay on a low budget. Just in case.

After being hit by the beaded certain through the door she dropped her black skirt and jacket with a white dress shirt underneath, and dragged her freshly pedicured feet across the bedroom to the bathroom.

Compared to the other eye-catching parts of the nice apartment, the bathroom was the most insipid. A sink, toliet, and a tub with a pink circular rug in the middle. Very plain. Since this was the place where she spent most of her time, she wanted it to be completely normal. The opposite of her apartment. Her sanctuary. No pure golden sink. No expensive carpet that covered the entire floor. And definitely, no Jacuzzi. Although she thought about getting one countless times. Oh well.

Stepping out of the steamy shower, Sango went towards the medicine cabinet to stare at the mirror that reflected her naked body. It was a daily routine of hers. Just to see if working overtime had changed her into a wrinkled old hag. Sometimes when at the office and thousands of people were at her throat, she'd feel as thought she would throw a tantrum at any moment, and rip the long, silky, black hairs from her roots. Instead, she'd isolate herself in her own office, doors locked, and write a page or two based on anything that came to mind. Frequently, it would be in the form of a song.

That's right, a song.

Singing was a hidden talent of hers since she was five. She had, and still does have a beautiful voice, but it as something she considered that wouldn't help her financially in life. That's when she turned to fashion and designing as a career. It was something she had full confidence in and every time she expressed her thoughts and ideas, not once was she given a negative comment.

Wrinkle free, Sango stepped out of the bathroom with stem slowly dragging behind. She stood in front of the walk-in closet and thought about her dress attire for tonight's occasion. Alison said not to overdo it or Ms. Tanaka's wrath will be unleashed.

Last time that happened, six people were fired. Obviously, she doesn't have too much self-esteem to make everyone else dress down and look not as nice as she always was.

All she has were expensive dresses or casual clothing she'd wear to work. Not going out in months gave her no reason to treat herself to a shopping spree.

There had to be something in this closet.

"What's this?" Pulled from the far back, out came a black skinny strap top and a pair of Squeeze designer jeans. "I haven't worn this in ages. Literally."

The last time she went out in that was when she went out on a date with him.

Such memories…