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DIRL	By : sherlock Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 6787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: The following chapter is unbeta’d because I’m hungry. Someone feed me. My fridge is on strike.
Summary: When his friend begged him to help her send a text to her newly acquainted foreign boyfriend-to-be, he had thought it was a one-time thing. Obviously it wasn’t. Curiosity quickly sprouted, but at the end of the day, who was really doing the talking?
Dirl
by sherlocks.

dirl—(v.) to thrill, to vibrate, to penetrate; to tremble or quiver

He doesn’t know how it happened. When Inuyasha returns from lunch to see a crowd of photographers outside the main entrance, he has to swallow down the unease rumbling from his abdomen before he can strategize. He takes a shortcut down an alley to the hind doors and sneaks back into the building that way. The glass elevator he takes gives him a less-than-spectacular view of the incoming swarm of cars directly below that most likely held additional flocks of unwanted paparazzi. Great.
“If you can’t beat ‘em,” Inuyasha muses, “manipulate them.”
Inuyasha takes a minute to theorize the collateral damage but decides that given the time constraints, the lesser evil was more than welcome. So he discreetly contacts the major news outlets (the ones that the smaller ones were sure to follow) and calls in more favours than he ever had at any single job in the span of twenty minutes. It takes another hour for him to fully contain the situation and find the source of the goddamn leak.
Turns out one of the IT guys that’d taken part in this morning’s defence had been slacking on the job; when the attack occurred, he’d been on video call with his girlfriend—the girlfriend who got front row seats to the spectacle at Druxy because her idiot boyfriend forgot to mute his mic (why he hadn’t hung up like he should have, Inuyasha doesn’t know). Said girlfriend had promptly cut a deal with Nippon Television to distribute the breaking news because she was less of an idiot than her significant other. Inuyasha, of course, was cleverer than both put together, and so promptly commissions a private, freelance hacker to delete all pertinent evidence of the debacle (well, almost all). But rumours themselves were just as evil.
Inuyasha makes a note to fire the kid’s sorry ass personally before he leaves for S Corporate. He hopes not to regret discharging so many of his personal debtors for one measly company.
They arrive early because Inuyasha needs them to; the president was looking paler by the second and apprehension did not mix well with car sickness. Like, that is actually the worst possible combination of feelings right now and Inuyasha needs to get both their shits together before all of this blows up in their faces.
He only notices the unwanted attention when their car pulls up to the front entrance of S Corporate’s Headquarters. Okay, so maybe he underestimated how little time those nosy paparazzi actually had; the big fries were there, too, of course, but Inuyasha knew they were only there to save face.
He looks towards his superior. “You mustn’t be intimidated, sir. You must portray confidence above all else in times of vulnerability, especially in front of the media, because you are the president. I will make a path for you when we get out of the car. Straight to the door,” Inuyasha reassures. “Remember, I am your shield.” He hands the man a pair of sunglasses, then reaches up to squeeze his shoulder and is glad to see some of the tension there release.
When the president gives him the signal, Inuyasha exits the car and nods towards the bodyguards to set them into motion. He holds the door open just long enough for the president to get out and then promptly cuts out a path through the reporters when the horn of the car behind them suddenly blares against the shouts of questions and accusations. Inuyasha appreciates the efficacy of simple tricks.
With no time to waste, Inuyasha gives the president the final run-down in the elevator ride up to the conference floor. He doesn’t spend too long explaining how he’d done it, but urges the president to use the fact that they’d succeeded in where S Corp had failed to their advantage—namely that it was them, and not S Corp, that downsized the direness of the situation. And that if the president felt cornered, to a) take a seat, b) calmly sip from the cup of water that will surely be provided, and c), say his name.
When Inuyasha finally sees Sango, S Corp’s esteemed 9^th generation president, he is just short of impressed. This here was a woman who didn’t need to use beauty and sexuality as a tool when, by all accounts, she could have. Instead, she used modesty to trap her opponents into underestimating her. But Inuyasha wasn’t fooled, for he has played the same game far too many times.
The conversation goes much more smoothly than Inuyasha expects, especially when Sango apologizes for her “impulsive whims”, so he isn’t all that surprised when Sango attacks Druxy’s competency as a security company just before they were about to discuss the terms of the contract. His president does an impressive counter-attack, referring back to S Corp’s inappropriate actions and Druxy’s notable ability to adapt. However, the sly Sango is quick to change tactics, deviating from the company to the president himself by proposing his incapacity to govern and instill discipline in his very own employees. Somewhere along the line, Sango even brings in the issue of ‘trust’—“if we can’t trust the men under you, how can we trust you?”—which everyone in the room knew was total bullshit but hey, it sounded good.
Inuyasha can’t help but smile when his name is finally called.
“Yes, sir.” He responds. “Ms. Sango, please rest assured that we have dismissed the employee in question for his conduct and will be taking measures to reinforce our strict work ethics. Our president respects you not only because you share his viewpoints, but because you are an exceptional leader—one that understands that a single employee does not reflect the potential of an entire organization.” Inuyasha remains nonchalant when Sango shares a smirk with him.
“I’m flattered, Mr. Fuji.” She hums at the president, “And thankful that you have been so understanding of the circumstances of the project behind this contract. Likewise, I respect you for your recent accomplishments, but frankly, there are other companies that have been far more experience in this field than you, and with similar merits.”
“Quite true,” Inuyasha concurs, “but are you not to construct the largest department store Tokyo has ever seen? Then you will need a security firm whose services focus on quality, not quantity. Our competitors are strong in numbers, but we are valued for our adaptability, spontaneity, and most of all, our contingency plans.” Inuyasha presses a few buttons on the tablet in his arm and then pushes it down the table towards S Corporate’s CEO. A video is playing on the screen—the last remaining copy of the recording the girlfriend was to submit to Nippon TV.
“Of course, we understand your need to test our firm’s technical skills. We think we did a good job as well. This video never made it to the news outlets because we’re nothing if not thorough—surely, you must have also realized the extent of Druxy’s connections?” Then the video echoed, very plainly, Inuyasha’s conversation with Ms. Abbcott that same day. “We were patient with your sensible trials, but we risked ourselves to preserve your company’s reputation purely out of courtesy.”
When Sango did not immediately respond, Inuyasha continued. “Ms. Sango, there is also another matter to be discussed. You never heard from us regarding where the rumours of the cyber-attack originated from. We can assume you obtained a copy of this video through illegal means. Furthermore, it seems you did not realize my conversation with Ms. Abbcott was caught on tape, therefore not realizing the risk that you had put yourself in until now. I apologize if this is out of line, but your people can’t compare to ours.”
Sango finally looks up at Inuyasha with a glare. “What is the meaning of showing me this video? Are you threatening me?”
“Of course not, Ms. Sango. I am implying that, apart from our skills, we have connections and resources that we’re not afraid to use for the sake of the job. You said it yourself; trust is the foundation of any partnership and it is built on honesty, so that is what we will offer you. After all, don’t you agree that the best security firm is one that is able to turn the worst of surprises into the best of benefits?” Inuyasha beams at Sango in an unsaid apology and it takes Sango only a minute to return a smile for a game well-played.
“Well said.”
Inuyasha watches as the two presidents finally sign the business contract and shake hands in an act of mutual reverence. He doesn’t even notice that he’s been standing on his tip-toes in excitement all throughout the exchange. Two weeks later, Inuyasha leaves Druxy satisfied and with a sound mind.
Kagome, on the other hand, has been a source of endless worry.
Ever since the Baron Blue Balls debacle, Inuyasha has noticed that Kagome’s normally positive attitude had deteriorated to unhealthy levels, and somehow he felt at fault. As awkward as it was, maybe he should have tried harder. He knew he sucked at relationships… but that was his problem, not Kagome’s. He should have been more understanding. He should have done better.
Which was why he thought it was a brilliant idea to take Kagome out clubbing and bar-hopping to ‘get her groove back’—and thus ruined his own fucking life for-fucking-ever.
It was a beautiful, sparkling morning when Inuyasha woke up to find a text on his phone from Mr. Baron Blue Balls himself and he vows then and there to end Kagome’s life with his own two hands.
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