Ini-Herit

“Ini-Herit”



By: God of Insanity



Summary: Fresh out of high school and having to deal with the recent death of his father, Sesshoumaru gets a job as an intern at a prosperous business in order to support his sister. Of course, that doesn’t stop the business corp.’s boss from molesting him.



Pairing(s): Naraku/Sesshoumaru, (Surprise)/Sesshoumaru



Future Warning(s): AU (Modern), Heavy Yaoi, SesshUKE, Lemons, Original Character, Language, Oral, Angst, Maledom, D/s, and WIP.



Chapter Warning(s): AU (Modern), Implied deaths, Angst, WIP, and of course, Naraku being himself…



A/N: I have nothing to say… except that I do want to know what everyone thinks. Any questions, comments, and requests are welcomed.





Chapter 1: “Mr. Nakajima”



A tall, fit man glided into a nicely furnished office as if he were Death himself or maybe just an Egotistical Bastard. The office was spacious, but not too big that it would make him feel uncomfortable. The walls were painted a vermillion color that looked remarkably like blood, which was quite uncanny. There were even jokes around the office that anyone who rubbed him the wrong way had their blood splattered across his walls. Even his desk, most likely cherry wood, looked dark red.



Despite his seemingly red fetish, his book shelves, curtains, and file cabinets were surprisingly black. The ebony curtains were drawn over the windows at all times to block out any unnecessary light. Also, one of his dark towering bookshelves were positioned against the window, further blocking any unwanted rays of sunshine from entering his dungeon-like office. A few dimly-lit lamps were mounted on his walls, but they were not for him. He could see perfectly in the darkness like he was some kind of vampire or something, but most of his employees could not see a thing.



Instead of his desk being located near the window, like most people prefer, his desk was located as far away from the window as possible. The books on his shelves were all different in every aspect. They ranged from thick, dusty volumes to thin, new magazines or novels. What was also odd was that his taste in books was very random, as well. Business manuals, historical documents, biographies, car magazines, novels, and etcetera. Even children’s books were on his shelves. Basically, he had his own mini library in his office.



Since he was the Big Boss, (as some called him), he had a large window to help him oversee the office. Unfortunately for his workers, it was a one-way mirror. On the outside, it appeared to be a simple mirror, but inside his office, it looked like an ordinary window. Fortunately for him, no one knew it was even there, since nobody could see through the dark. Kagura and Kanna were his only exceptions, but they weren’t stupid enough to tell.



Said tall man had long, flowing dark hair that was bound in a low, but neat pony tail. His hair seemed ridiculously long, especially for a man, but somehow, he got away with it. Blood red eyes gazed dispassionately from a handsome, pale face. His skin was pale due to his avoidance of the sun, yet it only served to bring out his wine-colored eyes and his mass of raven hair.



He was very tall, nearly seven feet tall, although most did not notice his impressive height because he rarely left his office. Whenever anyone entered his office, he was almost always seated behind his desk. It wasn’t because he was lazy that he refused to leave his office; it was because he severely detested light in general, for his own personal reasons, of course.



Despite his own personal dislike of suits, he wore an expensive three-piece suit to work every day. He usually preferred to wear a silk or satin shirt underneath the suit to help him tolerate the stiff, confining feel of the suit. For some reason, no matter what kind of suit he wore, it always felt rigid and scratchy. If he could have his way, he would sit around in his office half-naked all day and every day.



The dark man’s name was Nakajima Naraku and he was the head of one of Japan’s most prominent companies, which was called Shikon Corp. Naraku also owned about three more businesses, two of which dealt with the market. His third business was a four-star restaurant, which was called “The Kumo’s Web.” Despite the odd name, it was a very good restaurant and most people had to make reservations in advance just to dine there.



The Shikon Corp had various purposes and was responsible for all three of Naraku’s businesses. One of Naraku’s many departments in Shikon Corp was responsible for coming up and issuing advertisements for all three of their boss’s businesses. In other, simpler words, Naraku’s corporation was basically responsible for everything.





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Naraku sat behind his desk, drumming his fingers against his desk in boredom as he waited for his two personal assistants to arrive. As usual, Kanna was the first to arrive and Kagura arrived five minutes later. Kagura was never in a hurry whenever it came to Naraku. Even though Kanna didn’t care one way or another about anything, she was always on time.



The kumo stopped drumming his fingers on his desk once Kagura stepped frigidly into his swarthy office. Kagura’s behavior was distinctly defiant, yet whenever she was around him, she acted like a submissive dog. Her attitude and behavior annoyed Naraku to no end and it was a mystery as to why he even still kept her around. Yet, Naraku was too relaxed and sleepy to yell at her, although, he would most likely reprimand her for something later.



“Welcome back, Mr. Nakajima.” Kanna and Kagura both said in unison. Kanna’s tone was, of course, emotionless while Kagura’s tone didn’t sound too elated at all.



“Well, you both sound thrilled at my return. I’m touched.” Naraku commented sarcastically. He started tapping his fingers on his desk again to a random beat. “Update?”



Kanna was the first one to respond; she handed Naraku her clip board so that he could read over it while she spoke. “Kikyo quit the moment you left. It seems she has wanted to quit since she has worked here, yet she never found the courage to do so in front of you.” Kanna paused in case her boss wanted to comment.



As predicted, Naraku indeed did comment, but just barely. “Figures. Stupid whore. Anyway, go on.”



“Also, a Safety Inspector came by four days ago. He checked every department, but we didn’t allow him into your office or personal rooms. He was a bit annoyed, but he wasn’t under any jurisdiction to inspect your rooms. Everything checked out okay, too.” Kanna reported apathetically and again, she paused to wait for his response.



Naraku waved his hand casually, which was the signal for her to continue.



Kanna’s black, soulless eyes were just as impassive as her quiet voice. “The reports that you have been waiting for came yesterday. There are a total of twelve and they’re located in your middle cabinet in ‘SCR’.”



“Good, good. About damn time they sent those. Lazy bastards, I tell you.” Naraku leaned back in his chair with his arms folded across his chest. He stared at his desk in deep, concentrated thought. Something finally occurred to him and he sat up completely straight and rested his hands on his desk. The kumo glanced at Kagura sharply as if she had been concealing vital information from him. “Kagura.”



“Yes, Mr. Nakajima?” Kagura kept her jaw tight in order to keep a composed visage and in order to stop herself from saying anything venomous to him.



“Kanna has told me that Kikyo quit a week ago. Is this true?” Naraku stated evenly, his crimson eyes never wavering from her own red eyes.



“This is true.” Kagura’s hands clenched into tight, shaking fists behind her back.



“Did you even think of hiring a replacement to fill her spot?” Naraku asked her, his tone implying that he thought she was a moron. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she hadn’t even thought of replacing the ex-intern.



“She has been replaced.” Kagura almost growled out; she had to restrain every fiber in her being not to bash his face in.



“Oh, really? Enlighten me, Kagura, who is this new intern?” The kumo was a little surprised, he would admit, but he was more amused than anything else. Now his interest was sparked and it wasn’t like he had much to do anyway. He could always read the reports at his house or whenever the hell he felt like it.



“His name is Taishou Sesshoumaru. He’s young, about nineteen-years-old. Out of all the interviewees, he was the most qualified. He barely has any experience, but he has worked for a company before. His computer skills are above average, he can file quickly, and he can deal with customers professionally. He’s only worked here for five days now, yet he has caught on very quickly.” Kagura stated as she tried to keep her emotions out of her words. Although she barely knew the new intern, she already liked him a great deal. That in itself was rare for the woman since she tended to dislike most people.



Naraku did not fail to notice her attraction to the new intern, either. He would probably use it against her later, for sure.



“Taishou, you say? That name...sounds very familiar.” Naraku murmured this more to himself than to Kagura. He had another thoughtful look upon his face as he tried to recall why that name sounded so eerily familiar to him. Within a few minutes, he gave up as another bout of curiosity invaded his mind. “Where is this... Sesshoumaru?”



“I believe he’s at his desk. Take a look for yourself.” Kagura reluctantly revealed as she stepped away so he could see out of his one-way mirror. Kanna stepped aside as well.



Naraku stood up slowly and languidly strode towards his mirror until he was about half a foot away from the surface of the glass. It didn’t take him long to spot a gorgeous young man with long, straight silver hair sitting at the desk that Kikyo used to occupy. He didn’t fail to notice that the silver-haired youkai hadn’t even bothered to bind his hair back at all. The boy just let it flow over his shoulders and behind him like it was the finest silk, begging to be touched.



A sense of Deja vu washed over the kumo as he studied the youth’s profile and behavior. He also noticed the red markings on his eyes, which he had mistaken for eye shadow at first. It was too smooth and bold to be eye shadow. Naraku also noticed the dark crescent moon on his forehead and the two slash-like marks on each cheek. He assumed that either the boy had gone tattoo crazy or maybe this was just something of his heritage, something he was born with. He had seen similar markings before and it was usually connected to the inu-youkai race.



Sesshoumaru had stopped typing and had directed his gaze to the ‘mirror’. It was odd that his eyes landed exactly where the kumo was standing. His eyes were a rich yellow, like a wolf’s, and it seemed as if he knew someone was watching him. If Naraku didn’t know any better, he would have believed that the kid could see through the glass.



Naraku’s overall impression was that he was staring at a beautiful white wolf with the most intense moon-struck eyes that he had ever seen. This boy was supposed to be an inu-youkai?



“Bring him to me, and once you have done that, leave us.” Naraku ordered as he stared at his newest employee. He tore his eyes away and walked back to his desk and sat down in his comfortable chair. He folded his hands in his lap and waited for his orders to get carried out. He could tell already that this would be one hell of an interesting day.



Kagura was the first to leave and as soon as she was gone, Kanna began to leave, but only to be halted by her boss’s voice.



“Oh, and Kanna?”



“Yes, Mr. Nakajima?” Kanna asked, her quiet voice etched in monotone.



“Give Kagura a raise.”





TBC…