The echo of small blades grinding on ice ricochets throughout the modest shops inner walls, completely destroying everyone's concentration on their own mundane tasks.
"RIIIINNNNNNNN!" everyone yells in unison at the young girl, who remains completely oblivious drowning out all noise with her mp3; while shaking her small hips to the beat occasionally holding up her clenched fist in the air moving up and down mechanically as if she's shaking some invisible salt shaker…quite heavily at that.
"Domo-arigato, Mr. RO-BOT-O!" the human girl yells happily at the ceiling with her head arched back much like a wolf and spinning around on her sock-clad feet; mid-turn a hand firmly grabs her on the shoulder.
"EEEEPPPP!" her foot trips over some of the ice that had missed the blender which she carelessly tossed towards the blender, like a basketball hoop. Bronze muscular arms grasp her waist before any damage could infect itself upon the careless girl. Koga slowly turned Rin around in his arms in order to look upon the damsel in distress. Her eyes were as large as the moon, lips wrinkled in a grim line and a slight hint of heat coming from her cheeks.
Rin turned her head away from his own, seemingly taking in the whole scene but secretly wanting to regain some pride…if that was even possible at this point. The blender full of water, small puddles scattered across the wood floors. Kagome would kill her if she found out so much water was laying on her lavish floors. Rin quickly rose to her knees hastily removing the drenched socks throwing them into the next room.
"Koga! Help me soak up some of this water and then we'll frame Inuyasha for this! No doubt the floors are going to have some water stains and I'm not taking the heat! Inuyasha blamed me for eating the last bowl of Raman and I was grounded for a week! He can take the rap for this! Just once!" Koga ginned so wide his pointed canines became the other's center of attention.
I know that people have pretty sharp canines but his are just ridiculously pointed! The older man looked down at Rin through his peripheral vision with a stern glare. The one you would expect from a leader of a clan. Almost, what's the word? Oh yeah, feral.
"What are you staring at kid. You're looking at me as if I just grew two heads," Koga ground out between his clenched teeth as he bent over towel in hand to spot-dry the floors.
"Oh, you know! I was just, kinda, admiring your eyes! They're just so pretty!" Rin stuttered while closing her eyes tightly, slightly rubbing the back of her neck nervously, just like her aunt Kagome.
It was nearing mid-day and Sesshomaru had yet to leave the office, the humans were probably starting to become suspicious of his unusual fasting. He wasn't associated with any religion and he certainly wasn't a dieting female, the ningens were sure to be suspicious of his less-than-normal habits. As nitwitted as they are even the great Dog Demon had to give them credit where credit was due- they were sure to pick up on his eccentric ways. Besides, nothing could be accomplished this day anyways; the human cells he had just recently pulled some ancient strings for were not due until the following week, first class priority mail they'd said, he scoffed at the mere thought. However, he couldn't complain his scheme of the century couldn't have been going more smoothly.
No one, absolutely no demon or human seemed to have an inkling of his malice laced plan. How could they? No one even dared to look past his stoic features, fabulous inheritance and ritual workaholic routine. Where was the gossip and entertainment in that? Rather dull they would say.
Horns were honking in every direction, Japanese spoken in his right ear English in the left- the suffocating smog encircled his sensitive nose. Looking up he recognizes the ever familiar puffy white clouds outlined in it's purple cousin heavy with rain, the sun off to the west serves as a border keeping the eye's focus on the clouds- much like a painting. How he missed the feudal era; where a dog could travel in which ever direction he pleased, when he pleased, not shackled to electronics that were sure to give away his whereabouts.
A Black Lamborghini parked across the street from Western Weapons and Firearms incorporated took center stage in Sesshomaru's mind. He had bought the lavish speedster last month as a birthday gift to himself; it isn't everyday you meet someone who has seen 900 of them. This birthday deserved something special. Especially when you have an agenda for destroying the very planet you inhabit.