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 firm’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. (Other warnings will be added if they are applicable to the chapter.)



Chapter Warning(s): Humor, Original Character Introduction



A/N:I know my chapters seem short, but at least they’re not paragraph chapters and well, I update faster if I don’t write a ten page chapter. Plus at a certain point, I feel it needs to end. So no complaining. It takes longer to write it than to read it AND I updated two chapters in one day! Blah… 8P



I’d just like to thank everyone that’s taken the time to review so far. Remember, INPUT makes writers update MORE!







Chapter 5: “Najja”





“Hey, new guy! New guy!” Called an unfamiliar force from in front of Sesshoumaru’s cubicle. Right in front of his cubicle was another one and leaning over it was a rather obnoxious man. He blocked out the annoying man and continued rapidly typing the information into a spreadsheet. It wasn’t hard to ignore people because he had done it all his life. Being indifferent was his Art, one could say.



“New guy! Are you ignoring me? You are a guy, right? I’m not sure. You’re a bit lacking in the chest area…” The man was awfully persistent and the inu sighed to himself as he briefly mused about why everyone in the damn building seemed to always want to disrupt his work with frivolous nonsense.



Finally, after much deliberation, the inu youkai stopped typing and turned his face slowly towards the nuisance of a man. He sent the man a withering glare as he spoke slowly as if he were speaking to a mentally retarded child. “Is there a reason as to why you are bothering me, hm?”



“You ARE a guy! Your voice betrays your effeminate looks! Ha ha ha…” Jeered the obnoxious man who quickly stopped laughing after he saw the inu youkai’s eyes tinge red. “The name’s Kouga, by the way. Looks like we’re neighbors! Isn’t that great? I would have bothered you sooner, but I’ve been doing this thing called work, you know, and OH! I’m sorry; I didn’t ask you for your name! What’s your name, new guy?”



“Sesshoumaru.” The inu responded automatically as if he were talking to a machine. He lowered his eyes back to his work and once again attempted to finish the spread sheet, but to no avail. The man called Kouga swiveled his chair over so that he was right beside Sesshoumaru.



“Whatcha doin’?” Kouga asked as he peered at the inu’s computer screen.



One of Sesshoumaru’s eyebrows twitched and he repressed the notion to beat the shit out of the stupid man. He sighed inwardly and decided it was time for his five minute break, anyway. He turned his face to study the irritating man that was smiling at him in such a way that reminded him vaguely of someone else…



He noticed that Kouga was a demon, and looked to be a wolf demon. He had bright cerulean eyes and long dark hair pulled up in a high pony-tail. He had pointed ears like the inu and his skin was very tanned as if he spent all his time doing Kami knows what in the sun. The light-haired demon had to admit that the wolf was handsome in a wild, rugged sort of way. Even from his sitting position, the ookami looked rather tall. Sesshoumaru deducted that Kouga was probably just about his own height. Good. He was tired of people taller than he.



“I’m doing this thing called work. Maybe you’ve heard of it, too, since you supposedly work here?” Sesshoumaru scorned Kouga in a very sarcastic, mocking tone that was very unlike him. The stupid bastard was already rubbing off on him.



It had no affect whatsoever on the ookami youkai. He simply smiled and said, “Feh! What are ya, a workaholic? ”



And then Sesshoumaru knew exactly WHO this baka reminded him of: InuYasha!



“If you don’t mind, I am going to get something to drink.” Sesshoumaru slowly stood up and stretched his arms and tried to ignore those vivid blue eyes.



“Sounds like a good idea to me. I’ll come with.” Kouga replied and followed the inu to the break room.



Sesshoumaru sighed. This was going to be a long day, indeed.





~*~*~*~*~*~





“Are you even paying attention, brother? It seems as if you are a tad bit…distracted.” Spoke a deeply accented, yet smooth voice; whoever it was, he most likely came from a foreign country far away. “I didn’t know I was that boring…”



Naraku turned away from the one-way mirror to look at the man beside him as if his reverie had been interrupted. Both of their reflections were on the glass like faded phantoms.



The man beside the spider demon was his hanyou half-brother who looked in appearance very much akin, yet different at the same time to Naraku. He was about an inch taller than Naraku and his hair was dark, but it was straight unlike the kumo’s own wavy mane. In contrast to the kumo’s pale skin, the hanyou’s skin color was a dark foreign tan. He was obviously born with it. Instead of crimson eyes like Naraku’s, the half-demon had eyes the color of sand.



“Ah, forgive me; I was a bit distracted, though it is no fault of your own. On the contrary, compared to you, I am the boring one. You always travel and have many stories to tell, Najja.”



A small, knowing smile graced Najja’s regal features. “All right, out with it. Which one has caught your eye, my brother?”



One of Naraku’s thin black eyebrows twitched and he wondered if it was that obvious to everyone. But then again, this was his brother. Even though they were half-brothers, they knew each other very well. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”



“Oh, plead the fifth, do you? I almost hate to remind you that we’re not in America. At least, not anymore, that is…”



Naraku walked back to his desk and sat down in his chair. He hated telling his brother who he was interested in because ever since the two were young, they always tried to steal everything from each other. Najja would steal his lover and then Naraku would steal his brother’s lover. Even though they were very close, they were very competitive. What the other one has, the other one wants. What the other one wants, the other one wants. And so on.



Najja strode over casually and sat on the edge of Naraku’s desk with a smirk on his handsome face. “It’s the one with the silver tresses, isn’t it?”



The kumo gave no indication that his brother was correct, but then again, whether Naraku said anything or not, Najja would know anyway. He crossed his arms over his chest and sighed in agitation, “You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?”



“So no more Kikyo, then?”



“I was never with Kikyo. I don’t care for interoffice relations and that’s the truth.” Naraku replied stiffly and he didn’t look too pleased at the memory of Kikyo.



“If that is true, and it’s probably not, then why does the mere mention of her aggravate you so?”



“I will tell you someday. Right now isn’t appropriate. Besides, you never know who could be listening…”



Najja fished out a small black box from one of the inner pockets of his coat and placed it on the desk. “I almost forgot. This is for you.”



“What is it?” Naraku peered at it as if it contained a bomb.



“It’s a wedding ring. I’ve always desired you and I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?” Najja joked and laughed heartily at the perplexed expression on his brother’s face. “Just open it, already!”



Like a starving beast, the kumo snatched the box off of his desk as if it were food. He examined the box as if he were a forensic scientist. After several impatient, annoyed looks thrown his way by Najja, the spider demon opened the box and gazed at its contents.



It was a golden pendant of an Egyptian eye and attached to it was a sleek golden chain.



“What’s the occasion?”



“I saw it and I thought of you. I don’t know why, but I had this strong urge to buy it for you. It’s not like you deserve it…” Najja smirked and crossed his arms over his broad chest. He watched his brother inspect it like it was an ancient artifact. Well, it was an ancient artifact, but Najja wasn’t about to tell him that. “And yes, it’s real gold. All of it. So be careful.”



Naraku flipped it around and on the back of the pendant were words carved in Egyptian hieroglyphs. “What does this say?”



The hanyou moved to the kumo’s side and peered down over his shoulder at the pendant. “Oh, that just says Ini-Herit.”



“Ini-Herit? What does that mean?” The vermillion-eyed demon asked skeptically and had the notion that it could mean something rather nasty or tricky, knowing his mischievous brother.



“It means, ‘He who brings back the distant one.’”



Naraku blinked a few times and rolled that inside his noggin for a few minutes before he replied, “That is a rather strange name. Did you have that etched into the gold or was it already there?”



“It was already carved into it. I don’t know what that is supposed to mean, so don’t ask me.”



“He who brings back the distant one, eh? That sounds very cryptic…”



Najja nodded in agreement, “Some mysteries are meant to remain mysteries.”



“Thank you for the gift, little brother.” Naraku offered him a genuine half-smile.



The kumo studied the golden eye for a few moments more until he thought of the aloof inu youkai. He didn’t know why, but this pendant reminded him of Sesshoumaru.



Alone in the depths of his mind, he hoped that not all mysteries remained mysteries.





TBC…