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Chapter 4: Things get worse before they get better

It'd been three weeks since his father had told him about signing him up for a dating site, and while Inuyasha still saw this as a curse of being his father's only spawn, he had met (in the sense of stumbling upon their profiles after they'd messaged him about their interest) and continued to talk to a few young women since the fateful day. After he’d read all his e-mails those few weeks ago, he soon found that- apparently- this site ran on a strong basis of getting to know the person emotionally/ mentally and didn’t put out pictures until two profiles had been connected for a certain amount of time... whatever that meant... Inuyasha shrugged, thinking overly it was a fairly good idea to get to know someone and not base your interest solely on physical traits.

And his thoughts were proven right since- once he contacted the women that had messaged him- he had a lot of fun talking to each one of them, finding he had a thing or two in common with each. One he talked to about sports and old high school stories they laughed about, another he talked to about just sports, and another about music and another about the culinary arts...

There were five girls total, and still he found that he wasn't able to engage any of them in any other topic besides the one thing he had in common with each. They were nice girls (nicer than the ones he'd ever known in high school or the beginning of college)... but the fact that he couldn't babble on about another one of his interests with any of them... well, it was starting to become a problem.

There was only so much about sports someone could go into and talk about before the topic started to become awkward pauses in sentences within e-mails... and then only so much to say before those e-mails became shorter and shorter.

However, there was one... one girl he'd been emailing more than any of the others... one in her own category all together... one he could talk to about anything it seemed. There didn't appear to be any barriers between them other than the ones that slowly broke apart as two people got to know one another at a comfortable pace.

By far, compared to the others, she'd been-

Inuyasha was knocked out of his reverie as his face collided with an opening glass door.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” an older man said walking briskly out of the tall building giving the half-demon a nasty glare. The hanyou shook his head, falling out of his daydream before his white, down-soft ears pulled backwards in indignation. Keh, the guy sure had nerve to get growly with him after having slammed one of the building's main, glass doors in his face and then take HIM to task about it...

Inuyasha growled as his eyes traveled up the immense structure he was now standing before. His wounded nose was flushed red, subtly clawed fingers curled around the latch, now holding the door that had just wounded him open. Various people walked in the building through the door the hanyou was holding absently, thanking the oblivious young man who was too busy wondering where the hell he was... exactly...

Inuyasha blinked, the fog clearing from his mind.

Oh yeah.

He had a job interview, one which his soon-to-be-estranged father had set up for him through the old geezer's rather cool, laid-back girlfriend, Izanami Musashi-tou. She ran a business... or company... or something like that, in which she thought her crazy, psycho boyfriend's son would do well working in. Apparently his soon-to-be-deceased father had whole-heartedly agreed, the traitor.

Not surprisingly, however, his father had neglected to tell him what exactly he'd gotten the hanyou into. If this was some high end kind of job, Inuyasha wasn't particularly looking forward to being kicked to the curb for being under qualified.

And when that happened (because it most assuredly would with his luck), he was going straight home to have his father euthanized and buried in the backyard of the crazy cat lady down the street.

Yeah, that'd teach the old bastard! the half-demon chuckled to himself.

A few passing murmurs caught his attention, and he finally noticed that he'd fallen into his thoughts yet again, what with having absently been playing a pseudo doorman. He grumbled curses when a pompy woman dropped four quarters into the quarter-drank coffee cup he had in his unoccupied hand. Great, now his 'jo tasted cheaper than what he'd actually bought it for.

Tossing his ruined coffee into an overflowing trash can, he moved through the door himself, managing to grab an elevator cab up to the seventh floor, thankfully losing all jabbering occupants on the third floor.

As soon as the double doors dinged open and split revealing the seventh floor, the first sight that greeted the half-demon was a levitating five-foot stack of folders, binders and paper (with legs) wobbling this way and that. A muffled, female voice sounded from between the sheets of mutilated, flattened trees.

"Are you the 4 o'clock running late?" the heaving mass asked.

"Uhh," Inuyasha could only stare in dumbfounded admiration at the girl's balance of not only herself in those heels but also with a stack of five feet worth of paper. He came to his senses then and rushed forward. "Oh! Ah... here, lemme help you with that!"

The Legs paused in their balancing act as the half-demon encompassed half the pile from the top into his arms. "Uh, where d'you want me to put these?" Inuyasha stammered at the pretty girl who went along with The Legs.

"Oh, thank you! Right there on the corner of the desk there would be great, thanks!"

"Gotchya. There ya go," the half-demon said as he situated the papers onto the wooden surface. "And, uh, I'm not that 4 o'clock that's running late, by the way. Name's Inuyasha Takahashi, the nearly on-time 5 o'clock?"

"Oh! Right," the woman said after putting her own pile down and scanning a large desk calendar. "Ah, there you are. Were you here to interview for the sixth floor's replacement secretary? Or the-!" A wrong twist of her ankle and the female regarding the hanyou stumbled forward, her right (or maybe it was her left?) stiletto heel snapping near the rubber base.

"Careful!" he warned as he stepped forward, catching her before her knees (which were part of her amazing Legs) hit the ground.

"Ah! I'm so sorry, sir! I-" she started, blushing prettily and staring at him with wide, brown eyes.

It wasn't a second later and the room was encompassed with an overwhelming presence that neither was able to ignore the moment they felt it. Their attentions turned from each other, still grasping absently at the caughtee and the caughter, lamely attempting to hide the embarrassed (Legs) and confused (Inuyasha) feelings showing on their faces. Their gazes landed at the person standing in front of the, now closing, elevator.

Inuyasha's eyes slowly registered what his mind had already realized as they studied the new occupant of the small entrance office from toe... to head. His eyes came to rest, in a matter of seconds, on a rather handsome and distinguished business man, an ominous, black briefcase clutched in his claws, his cold and calculating expression causing Inuyasha's hackles to rise. That piercing, steely look seemed to evaluate the hanyou's very existence in one moment as he peered down his nose at the two occupants standing before him.

Ugh, a pureblood demon. Usually the worst in his book when it came to snobs.

"Oh! Mr. Em! I-!" The woman gasped suddenly before slapping a hand across her mouth as if she hadn't meant to abbreviate the male's name. "I- I mean- Your 5 o'clock is h-"

"As I can see, Ms. Hitashi, seeing as how it's a quarter past the hour," the intense gaze of "Mr. Em" whipped over to Inuyasha next, the hanyou scrambling for some kind of suave introduction to knock the hoity-toity jerkface down a peg or two.

"Uh, hi. Sorry I'm late, I-"

"Follow me," the demon interrupted, moving on a swift leg and vanishing as he turned the corner out of sight, more than likely walking into his office if the sound of a heavy door quaking in submission to the youkai's overwhelming (more like unnecessarily leaking) youki.

Inuyasha gave the direction the guy had gone in a dirty look as he turned to ask what exactly "Mr. Em's" problem was...

"Oh my god! I can't believe I said that!" the girl whispered harshly to herself in horror. She turned toward the young man next to her. "Oh, thank you again for your generosity, Mr... What was it again?"

"Uh-" Inuyasha blushed at the sweet look the girl gave him, not used to girls thanking him... or having Legs like that... or blushing when they looked at him, or girls having legs like that and thanking him for his heroics as they blushed...

"Takahashi! Get in here."

At the youkai's commanding tone Inuyasha's blood suddenly began to boil in defiance. That combined with the thrill of a woman quite possibly finding him attractive (he would even settle for "cute", too) only adding to his fairly modest superiority complex.

Making toward the demon that beckoned him, Inuyasha winked at the secretary as he left her side. Before he disappeared from her immediate area of view (which Inuyasha made sure was within ten feet of either) he quirked, "See ya later, Legs," grinning as she blushed in a confused manner before a stubborn flattening of her mouth made him snort.

"My name is Sango Hitashi."

"Well then, Ms Sango Hitashi, I'll see you later."

And with that Inuyasha left the woman to ponder her newfound feelings for him (at least, that's what he'd like to believe).

Inuyasha sighed as he turned down the small hallway and walked through the doorway, noting absently that he was right about the door being heavy. It was solid oak, and had to be at least three inches thick!

"Close the door behind you," came a male's voice. The "steely, calculating, burrowing into your soul" guy's voice.

Inuyasha heeded the request (command!) unconsciously, still glaring at the demon in front of him, hoping little indention holes would appear on the unblemished forehead.

The youkai was seated behind a large mahogany desk, leaning back into his chair at an attempted "intimidating angle" (it was working, too), as he regarded the hanyou with a cool stare, though now less "stick-up-my-assy" somehow and for whatever reason.

"Please, have a seat," the youkai said, his tone not as condescending as it had been before, waving to either of the leather chairs in front of his desk.

Inuyasha did so timidly, keeping a wary eye on the moody son of a bitch in front of him.

The youkai stared, as if waiting for the half-demon speak.

"Uh... so you're Mr. Em? Or, I guess, who I'm s'pose to see..." Inuyasha trailed off.

The flat look told the hanyou that the other wasn't amused by the reminder of said earlier incident. "Musashi, actually."

"Ah..."

"However, you may call me Sesshomaru."

Inuyasha opened his mouth to introduce himself before his mind caught up with what he’d just heard. And then it promptly shut, the hanyou blinking a few times before a light clicked on.
"...S-Sesshomaru? Wait... Sesshomaru MUSASHI-tou? You... you mean, you're Izanami's son?!"

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