Unfaithful

Ok, from now on, we’ll be reading about Sesshoumaru’s and Kagome’s relationship development …umm, maybe that was supposed to go first? But this is just how I wanted it to be. ^^ jujujuju



Enjoy!







Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha’s series; but I do own Sesshoumaru! *sweatdrops as a lawyer pops from thin air* Hehehe, a stuffed Sesshoumaru doll I mean…you didn’t give me the chance to finish!













Chapter 6: The Office











December…Nine Months Ago…











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Morning light flooded through the massive window of an office, illuminating the room. A handsome man was sitting behind a clear-mahogany desk, reading the contents of a manila folder, and the yellowish sunlight came from behind him, making his silvery hair shine, and his pale skin glow. Such was the sight of business man, Sesshoumaru Taisho.



‘A good match’, was what the female employees thought about him, because he was breathtakingly handsome, and quite successful, right at the top of his career. Most of the people, men and women alike, wondered why wasn’t he married yet, or didn’t even have a girlfriend. Of course gossip made its way through society, saying he had a secret lover or lovers, many affairs, even a hidden wife! Some dared to say he was gay, because of the looks and all…



And he was not oblivious to what society thought. But he ignored them. His life was simply perfect the way it was now. He didn’t need a woman attached to his side, because it meant he would have to support her. Hence share what was his… And he was very protective of his belongings. If someday he felt lonely, with a snap of fingers he could have a mass of horny women at his feet. Just a good fuck and later dismiss them. That’s how it worked for him.



Also he was repulsed by high society girls, they were so lame! Forever stupid and dependant, snobs and most likely capricious, incapable of holding a smart conversation, always complaining, prejudging, and staring down their noses to everyone like they were superior…



Yes, he stared down at people too, but he was indeed superior; it was like a birthright to him.



A smirk caressed his lips as his sun-like eyes ran through the printed document inside the folder.



With this I manage to obtain Mr. Norikawa’s account. The smirk intensified. Now I have four of the wealthier clients under my charge. He raised his face and stared at nothing. Soon he spoke to himself.



“Life couldn’t get better.”



His smirk dropped when he heard loud noises and cursing down the hallway. Sighing soundlessly, he closed his eyes and waited. Kami, why ruin this morning…?



A blur of red, black and white bursted through his office door. Inuyasha was looking from side to side, a bit of anger and confusion shown on his face.



Hmm…now I see… Sesshoumaru’s grin appeared once more. “You lost your way again, little brother?”



Inuyasha shot him a surprised stare, before replacing it with burning flames inside his amber eyes. “Feh!” he mumbled, before turning and leaving.



Now, this is a perfect morning start. Sesshoumaru reached for another folder from the pile at his right, and read happily.





Well…not that he showed it on his face…







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…fuck, Fuck, Fuck! FUCK! FUCK!



It seemed like Inuyasha’s mind could only remember that particular word, but it was not for the least. He had just humiliated himself in front of his brother, for the third time in the week…and it was only Tuesday.



Fuck it, this damn building! Every fucking door looks the same to me! They don’t even have a tag! Inuyasha kicked the aluminum wall of the elevator, and winced when it hurt. Hmm…so much for his common sense…



He had been working at The Central for almost two weeks now, and still hadn’t figured out the building. Hallways that lead to corridors that headed to other hallways, some of them guiding him to a dead-end; ever-present restricted areas and knob-less doors. He needed a different card for each department, which made him carry about 10 different cards! Only if he reached a high executive rank, would he be allowed to use a master key… And that executive position seemed so distant… Even with his father being the company owner and manager, a high position was not easily granted. He had to work his way up.



Why him? Why not Sesshoumaru? The bastard was given the position he still held right away when finishing college. ‘Fluff-ball’ graduated top-class, with honors and all that shit, so what? Inuyasha himself graduated with honors… but on third place. Did the ‘best-student’ deal meant that much to his father? He highly doubted it. He was sure it was all because of ‘Mr. Icicle’ being the first-born son. Just because Inuken met Sesshoumaru’s mother first…and the fact his own mother, Izayoi, was just 14 years old when his brother was born and never ever thought she would be falling for a 40 year-old widower, five years later. Ugh, dad is a cradle-robber…



Skidding back from tangent line, the main theme was that he, Inuyasha had to work.



Sighing, Inuyasha stepped out of the elevator, glancing around to check if this was the right level. A flicker of gold caught his eye as a considerably big, golden plate shone with the light coming through a window. The plate was placed beside a door’s frame. The door itself would have looked the same to every other door in the building but the sign read: ‘Management’. One would had thought that the main office would be at the top floor, but as his father was the most eccentric man on Earth, said office was at the penultimate store, on the 60th store, leaving the top one to Sesshoumaru and his associates.



Finally. Thought the boy, heading to the door, and knocking hard once. He had already learned the lesson for not doing so.



“Come in.” Came his father’s reply.



Inuyasha stepped inside, and closed the door silently.



“Inuyasha, you are late….” The deep voice of the Taisho’s family leader came from behind the huge mahogany desk ahead from the young man. “…again.” The chair whirling to reveal Inuken Taisho seated with hands laced at his chest and the last word pronounced all at once, gave the momento a dramatic effect. Inuyasha winced inwardly. Sometimes, his father gave him the creeps.



Head bent slightly down, amber eyes gazing at his father from behind platinum locks, the man/boy apologized. “I lost track of…”



“…Time?”



“…Place.”



“Again.” Inuken leaned forward on his desk, gesturing with his hand at the wooden chair in front of him. “Take a seat, please.”



Inuyasha closed his eyes and fists, trying to ease his anger. Oh, the man was such an arrogant know-it-all! Well, it’s Father I’m talking about here…he has to know it all…I suppose.



“So…why do you want me here, old man?” stated the young man, crossing his arms.



Inuken raised an elegant eyebrow at his son’s choice of words. Inuyasha frowned. That eyebrow-lifting thingy disturbed him, because Prince Icicle did it too. And when he had tried…he couldn’t! He was sure his father and brother were the only two people in the world that could do it.



“Language, dear son, language.” He chided with an amused tone. His son blushed, but kept frowning. “Hmm…I called you here because your birthday is in two days,” Inuyasha side-glanced at his father, obviously liking where the conversation was going, “and I’m leaving today in a business trip. Fortunately for you, or not, I’ll be back by Thursday evening, and probably will be very tired and would not tolerate a party at the house.” Inuyasha’s eyes bulged.



“WHA-?!”



“Excuse me, I am not done.” Inuken flashed the boy an annoyed look, effectively silencing him. “So I decided you’ll be having your party today, so I can presence it. Is it okay with you?”



“Uhm…yeah…I-I think.”



“Good, because it would be happening only today anyways. Now go.” The elder Taisho dismissed his younger son with a hand gesture. “You are excused of your chores for today, go help your mother with the arrangements. If you need anything, call me.”



Inuyasha stared at his father, his eyes displaying a slide show of several emotions; from disbelief to anger, then resignation and finally gratitude.



Then, yeah… His father was a big-bad-old-mother-fucking son of a bitch… but he still was throwing him a party… so?



“See ya later, Dad.”







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“No.”



“I need you to come over tonight…”



“I said no.”



“It’s your brother’s 21st birthday party!”



“That is none of my concern.”



“Sesshoumaru, don’t be childish…”



“I am not to be disrespected by comparating myself with a child.”



“Then stop acting like one…”



“ … ”



“Sess-?”



CLICK.







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Inuken Taisho stared in disbelief at the auricular of his office phone. Did his always-respectful eldest son have just hung up on him?



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…



Well, all he had to do now was call, page, e-mail and fax the spoiled brat to no end, until he became insane and desperate enough to accept everything he, Inuken, demanded. Even if the order was as ridiculous as to jump naked from a cliff right down to awaiting needles, crystals and other sharp-pointed stuff.



Inuken Taisho smirked. How he loved to annoy his offspring. They were pretty fun! The grown 61 year-old man almost squealed in delight.









Hmm… talk about being childish…





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8:37 p.m.





There was a slender silhouette spread all over a sandy-colored wall. It bobbed up and down as its owner kept moving forward, his stroll never haltering. The warm, yellow light that made it appear came from a golden chandelier hanging from the high roof of a marble-decorated lobby.



“Why?” Came a monotonous voice, obviously from the man walking. He had a black MotoRZR® cell phone on his right hand.



“It does not concern me.” His cool voice echoed trough the hall leading him to the elevators’ zone. “I told you earlier today.”



The man was tall, with broad shoulders and had cascading, shoulder-length, platinum hair. He wore it loose, so it flared around him, marking his every move. He looked just like a…a…business god, clad in his glorious black business suit. His silk-looking hair framed his handsome features.



“You would not dare threaten me that way…” His face remained stonily still, and his eyes were an icy amber color, and they kept growing icier with each passing second. His stance seemed composed, but because of the murderous aura he emanated with every firm step, one could easily tell he was not in the mood to be crossed by anyone. “I’ll be there. But don’t expect me to stay around for more than 5 seconds…Fine, make them ten minutes then.” His deep voice hardened on his last remark, and he hung up abruptly. He clutched the item tightly, making his hand tremble. He punched the ‘up’ button so brutally he nearly broke his thumb.



Yes, he hated his father. He was such a son of a bitch.



A deep frown now graced his brow as he stepped out of the elevator. He lived on the top floor of the twenty-stored condo, and the window at the end of the hall gave him full view of Tokyo’s nocturne bright streets. He narrowed his eyes at the sight.



He hated bright colors.