Waiting for Some Action
By viisi
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Disclaimer: I, nor anyone I am associated with, own the title or copyrights of this series called "Inuyasha". In fact, I think I haven't watched the older episodes since Adult Swim first aired it in the USA.
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A/N: Merry Christmas, guys! I'm so sorry for a late update, but I've been so stumped at where I want this to go... I'm brainstorming, though. x3
Here I am, trying something totally different. I'm not into cars and racing and chicks, but hell. Here it is. I've never, ever wrote a sex scene before. And I don't know if I will or not. I think it might just- eh, I'm getting ahead of myself.
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Baitdcat: Thank you for such a nice review. I kinda thought that this one would flop. But I'll write more, but I'm not sure if it will be great. Soledad was badass.
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Tigresa89: I stand corrected! More than one review, and I'm so glad you liked it. This kinda story's way out of my comfort zone, so I'm trying. Thank you so much for your support. x3
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surj: Thank you so much! That means a lot. And yeah, I see those kind of stories all the time. I'm glad I'm not the only one who gets bummed by that fact. I'll try and make things witty for you. ;D
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Kiri-chan220: I.... don't know. ^^;;
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Now... (go click that ½ up there in the upper right part of the page. Believe me, it helps me read these stories.) Let's Proceed. ;D
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Chapter Two – Preparations
Rated: M
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Only two more days now. She hadn't been back to the warehouse since, but Sango was noticing how much the police officers were hanging around the streets. As if they would race in the middle of the day, she noted. It wasn't a video game.
She wondered if there were people outside the races who actually 'knew about them' knew about them. How much of the event could leak out through the years?
Feh, she wondered no more. This coffee shop, though, that's what she needed to worry about.
"Can I have some decaf?"
She'd been hearing that all morning. 'Right away sir,' was the reply. Oh if she won this race, if only, she could stay out of this coffee shop forever. No longer would cranky old perverts rattle her for a cup of joe; no uptight old hags screeching for cream. The thought made a wonderful sigh emerge from her lips. It wasn't often you have something awe-inspiring like that to look forward to. The girl made a mental list of things she could do with ten million yen.
"More, waitress!"
Stupid people.
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Her car outside was pretty much the only thing that made her smile during work. Seldom times people would comment on it, auditing compliments and praises to it, never knowing who it belonged to. But Sango got in and blared more music on a burned CD, wondering if it would be smart to head over to the warehouse.
With the abundance of authorities around lately, her head was telling her the answer was no.
But Sango went anyway. Her car needed to be in top shape for this race. She was pretty sure that Kilala would be fine at home for an extra hour. It wasn't like the house would burn down in that cat's care. For now, though, she needed to take it to an old man for a tune up. Myouga was a neutral party in all of the races, specifically hired to help out with each of the drivers' cars: courtesy of InuTaisho himself.
This man really wanted his races to go smoothly.
Speaking of which, the Shikon President's warehouse was indeed empty, except one little man fiddling with another car. She wasn't familiar with what kind of car it was, but it was a dodger blue color, and the windows were slightly tinted.
"Hey old man," she called out in a playful tone. "You wanna get up from under that hunk of junk and look at mine for a bit? She runs fine; I just want to be ready." All she heard was a grunt from under the engine, and a pudgy belly struggling to get out from under it.
"Sango," he replied with a hungry tone, "you mind handing me that punch from over there?"
"I swear the sugar'll kill you if you drink too much of this stuff." She grabbed the bottle from the top of his toolbox and tossed it at him. "If I didn't know better, you need fruit punch more than you need blood in your veins."
All she heard was a few gulps and an empty bottle was thrown to her feet. Myouga replied, "Just leave her here, I'll be out in a bit. Why don't you visit with the boss? I hear he wants to see you."
"Me?" She raised a brow. "I highly doubt that he has anything to say that I want to hear. Lectures, lectures, lectures; that's all it is with him. Besides the fact he's always asking if I'm sure I want to risk my life in high speed racing and maybe time in jail? I love him like a father, but I don't really want him to act like one."
"Your opinion's your own, child, but I'm just saying. Ah, that Miroku fellow's been asking about you, too." That resulted in Sango giving a quick snort.
"That pervert who's always hitting on anything with boobs and two legs? Hm. Tell him to ask someone else." The pudgy fellow seemed to pay no mind. He was too preoccupied with fruit punch to notice. He just sucked down on a straw.
"You need to take this," he handed her a slip of paper. "Izayoi isn't the most forgiving of people who step in without an appointment."
"I know all too well, Myouga, thank you." Her eyes crinkled in a smile. Taking the paper, she headed out to the Shikon Industry building.
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"I'm sorry, Kohaku, I just can't make it tonight." Her cell phone had been buzzing all day, but little Rin couldn't help but not answer until now: disappointing this boy wasn't something on her list. She sat outside her uncle's office and squirmed in her seat. The boy's voice on the other line was so sad it made her want to cry. "No!" She insisted. "I didn't count on it, I swear! Please, let's go tomorrow, I promise – no, I swear!"
A smile formed on her cheeks. He was so forgiving, and she was honestly sorry. "OK," her eyes shut with cheer. "I'm sure Uncle Sesshoumaru would drop me off if I asked nicely." A pause. "Yeah! Yeah, I will. Pinky swear! See you!" She closed her phone and jumped up, heart swelling.
The small girl burst into her uncle's room, much to the man's dismay. The man with long silver locks tried harder and harder to tune out the little girl's happy jamble and focus on reading and signing these papers.
He had no luck.
"And he forgave me, he really did!" Her toothy grin had some strange effect on him. It didn't quite make him want to hug her, but this was the only person he'd treat like a baby in his life. "I can't believe grandpa wanted a family portrait today! I wanted to go hang out with Kohak-
"Rin, I'd like you to go in my car and get a few folders from the back seat." The girl's eyes lit up like fireworks.
"REALLY?" She smiled: her uncle's car was fascinating to her. When she saw him drive, it made her heart race. She wanted to drive cars like that someday, too. Sesshoumaru never EVER let anyone in his car. Only the mechanics and himself. It was an honor to her. Her hands were literally shaking as he put the keys in her small hands. She flashed out of the room as quickly as she had come in.
He smiled inwardly. That girl couldn't be a product of Inuyasha. In fact, she wasn't. Sesshoumaru had honestly found her one day while he was shopping with that girlfriend of his brother's. Even though Kagome wasn't part of the family, she still knew Inuyasha better than he or his father ever did. He had to get him something for Christmas... and it was that snowy day they found Rin, battered and cold under a street light with only a dress and a bear.
It almost tugged on the strands of his heart.
Almost.
That was almost five years ago, the elder brother thought while he pushed in his chair. A quick coffee break sounded pleasant enough; there was a place right down the road that serve adequate amounts of caffeine. (A/N: Yes. That place.)
He held in his hands a rather large pile of papers that he needed to deliver to the President sometime soon. Maybe after that drink. But as he turned around after closing the door-
WHAM.
He didn't know if he turned around too quick, or if the girl had been running down the hall; hell, it could have been a combination of both, but the two slammed right into each other, sending bodies to the floor and papers flying around them like petals.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he heard a woman's voice as he rubbed his head. "I didn't mean- Oh. It's you." He blinked as the tone of this girl's voice changed from apologetic to acid-laced. "You should really watch where you're going next time."
His head shot up: it was Sango. That girl made him question his own skill sometimes: her challenges almost got the best of him sometimes; only his quick thinking saved him in so many races. Sesshoumaru almost didn't give her an answer.
"Why should this Sesshoumaru have to watch where he is going in his own building?" He stared at her, trying to give off only a mildly menacing impression.
"Ah, but it's not your building, nancy boy: it's your father's." She gave off that "gotcha" tone, and that just made his lips purse in a growl. Nancy boy, indeed. "Where is he, anyway? I have an appointment."
He cocked a brow. "My father really doesn't see people in... an apron and filthy pants." She looked down: still in uniform. Her cheeks flushed red from a little embarrassment. This was an elaborate corporation... she kinda- no she did look like a slob, she chided in her mind. "You'd do well to dress appropriate the next time you stand in my bloodline's presence."
Pompous bastard! She thought with a frown, and gave him a steely look. "No wonder your brother's the only one with a lover." She whipped her ponytail in his face as she strode away. The gesture was annoying to the man, yes, yet he stared after her.
That woman had been nothing short of impudent the moment he met her.
The two didn't have much of a past. Sango knew Kagome. Kagome fucked his brother. His brother was related to him. And his Father. And his Father knew Sango. Fucking loops, he thought with a grimace. He proceeded to pick up dozens of sheets of paper. The task was accomplished in less than a few seconds.
The youkai decided to indulge himself in that aroma of brown drink.
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The young lady stepped into an elaborate office; probably the biggest one in the building. The President had a huge cherrywood desk, centered and overlooking a wonderful view of the city outside. The walls were framed with tall windows: open and bright.
Sango plopped onto the leather couch across InuTaisho's desk. She leaned back, crossing her arms, "Would you like something, pops?" He was standing at the window, looking outwards towards the parking lot. He smiled as he saw little Rin.
"Sango, I do hope you remember my offer?" He turned towards her with that same grace and elegance that reminded her of Sesshoumaru. She didn't have to wonder where he got it.
"Yeah," she looked away. "I get in the top 3 in that race and you give me a spot in this company. How could I forget?" The man gave her a nod of approval.
"I want you to know that you're like a daughter to me. We don't know each other well, but each time I see Inuyasha with you and that Kagome girl, well," he drifted off into space for a second. "I'm happy to see my boy is gaining good friends." She smiled. Even though the man was a businessman, he still knew his family values. She couldn't really say the same for the sleezeballs on other ends, though.
"That's nice to know, Pops," she was happy InuTaisho didn't have the same view of her words as a certain youkai did. "But you couldn't have called me here just to remind me of a bet." She blew on her nails, anticipation eating at her.
"Straight to the point, then," the elder chuckled, seating himself in his computer chair. "I moved the race to tomorrow night." Sango's eyes widened as her head shot up. The grin on the girl's face was cheek to cheek, and she clapped her hands.
"You know what, Pops?" She winked. "If I win this race, all of us will go on vacation: how's that?"
"I think you're getting ahead of yourself, dear girl," his face grew weary as he leaned back. The girl asked him if something was wrong. "Of course there is. If it were just news of the race's time change, I would have gathered everyone in the warehouse." He stared her straight in the eyes. "The race is changing to tomorrow because in two day's time the police shall have me arrested. Maybe for life."
She almost slumped back in her seat.
"What the FUCK!?"