No Business like Show Business

No Business like Show Business
Notes: ‘dodges tomato’ I know I haven’t updated in weeks but please don’t hold it against me!
Chapter Four:
Plotting

A plastic fork violently speared an innocent piece of leafy green lettuce as narrowed brown eyes glared across the table to the bearer of ‘bad news’. Fingers curled tightly around the fork until a ‘snap’ was heard and said fork was snapped in pieces.

“Say that again,” Kagome demanded, her voice sounding strained between clenched teeth.

Miroku blinked, the director knew that his cousin was rather temperamental, but this was pushing it slightly.

Undaunted he cleared his throat with a small cough before repeating, “I was asking your opinion on signing a joint contract with Sesshomaru? You two were wonderful this morning and depending on how well the DVD sells both of you could have your own little niche…”

Kagome took another violent stab at her cowering salad, “No! He’s a complete jerk!” the young woman said hotly.

Miroku rolled his eyes, “And your oh so-charming boyfriend isn’t one?”

“You leave him out of this!” Kagome growled before spearing a cherry tomato and popping it into her mouth.

The ‘director’ sighed, “Face it Kagome you attract ‘jerks’ all of your ex-boyfriends were, you current one is…”

“My older cousin is a jerk if he insists that I sign any sort of contract with Sesshomaru,” Kagome butted in sourly, crossing her arms over her chest and sinking slightly into the booth, looking like a pouting child.

“I was just making a suggestion,” Miroku replied in a tired tone of voice, before picking up his cup of coffee and taking a sip of the steaming bitter brew.

Kagome silently prodded her fork among her salad before speaking up, “I hate him. He’s just so…arrogant.”

“Sounds like ‘diva issues’ to me,” Miroku mused.

Kagome shrugged, “Call it whatever you like, I can’t stand him.”

“So? Kagome in this business ‘hating’ your partner is an improvement over ‘loving’ them. You don’t get emotionally attached and therefore miss them when he or she is assigned to someone else. Also love lessens the friction” Miroku paused, amused to see Kagome flinch at his choice of words.

“’Loving’ your co-worker causes tenderness ruins our main objective, which is to please our viewing audience. Men buy these, usually they don’t have a woman to have sex with, or they are married and they want something outside of ‘tender’ affection. Raw sex is what we sell Kagome; don’t ever forget that, not love, just passion.”

“I am not some child Miroku. I pretty much figured that out by myself,” Kagome stated, but her mind thought back to that single glance she and Sesshomaru had shared before he walked away.

Meanwhile across town, a meeting was being held. Sitting at the head of the table was a stern looking man, lines of age had built up ‘character’ on face but his amber eyes remained as sharp as ever, in fact more so. When one ran a multi-billion company one must be aware of even the smallest detail. At the other end of the long table was his eldest son, who had been ‘missing’ for quite some time now.

Sesshomaru gazed at him impassively while to the right was Inuyasha a sickening smirk plastered on his face.

The room was abuzz with tension.

After washing up following filming Sesshomaru was ‘greeted’ by his younger half-brother. Upon seeing the bastard Sesshomaru wanted to snap his neck for even thinking about coming to the studio; however all of that was when Inuyasha walked up to him, having the outright gall to tell him that their father wished to speak with him.

He could have said ‘no’, but if Inuyasha could find him then if Sesshomaru didn’t go, more than likely he would be forced to go anyways; so he decided it would be in his best interest to play along.

Inutashio was not a patient man, never had been, so without further delay he stood up, his glare never leaving Sesshomaru.

He opened his mouth; however there wasn’t a hint of warmth in his tone, “Welcome home, son.”

“I didn’t actually wish to return,” Sesshomaru said in a silken tone, as he tossed a glare in Inuyasha’s direction.

“Well that’s irrelevant,” Inutashio stated, leaving no room for argument as usual.

“Now that you have returned some changes will have to be made….”

“No.” Sesshomaru said firmly.

A silver eyebrow arched in question, “No? Sesshomaru I am afraid you don’t have any choice in the matter. It’s time you lived up to what people expect of you instead of running away like a child.”

“My point exactly. I am not a child, and I refused to be ordered around as such.”

“I am not ‘ordering’ you to do anything,” Inutashio replied, “ I am merely stating if you want to be welcomed back into the family you must fulfill your obligations.”

“You’re one to talk about obligations,” Sesshomaru shot back, as his gaze drifted from Inutashio to his bastard son who was leaning against the wall, bored with the argument already.

“We’ve been over this a thousand times Sesshomaru. Inuyasha is your brother so that entitles him to an equal amount of the estate…”

“Yes, he inherits as well but he doesn’t have to fulfill any obligations. That hardly seems like a fair trade.”

“Life isn’t about what is ‘fair’,” Inutashio responded coolly.

After what seemed like hours both Sesshomaru and Inuyasha emerged from the board room, the eldest moved to walk out but Inuyasha yelled at his retreating form.

“Hey! Wait up you!” Inuyasha snarled.

Against his better judgment Sesshomaru stopped, turning his head slightly to glance back at his irate half-sibling, “What do you want now?” he asked coldly.

“A ‘thank-you’ would be nice!” Inuyasha barked.

“For what?” Sesshomaru replied.

With a grin Inuyasha pulled out a thin DVD case from his cargo pants pocket.

Looking at the cover Sesshomaru recognized it as one of the titles he had stared in last year. Finding no relevance he shrugged, “So you got yourself a porn DVD, it doesn’t concern me.”

“Oh but it does,” Inuyasha stated, “now how do you think dear old ‘dad’ would react if he saw this or to be more specific YOU on the cover of it.”

For a flitting moment Sesshomaru actually looked surprised, this was a new concept, Inuyasha was trying to blackmail him.

Not one to give into to such elementary tactics Sesshomaru made a point of turning around and walking away, while behind him an irate Inuyasha yelled at him.

Angrily Inuyasha pocketed the DVD, “Damn, I’ve got to come up with something else now…or maybe he was bluffing.”

He looked back to the boardroom door, his hand still against the cargo pants pocket.

“Well it’s worth a try at least, the worst that could happen would be ‘Pop’ yelling at me for having this and technically it isn’t mine.”

With that in mind Inuyasha reached out and opened the large oak doors once again.


Notes: ‘pulls out umbrella as tomatoes are launched at her’ I know I know! No lemon, short chapter and not really any ‘advancement’ in plot but give me a break please! I’ve been suffering from a large writer’s block when it comes to this fic. Please forgive and I promise a lemon in your near future ^^