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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: I am dying from the heat.
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

There were very few things that Inuyasha truly regretted having done in his life. Today, becoming Kagome's friend becomes an item on that short list.
He's been reading the same text conversation over and over again on Kagome's phone while the culprit aka. former-best-friend in question sat across from him, on the floor, with an utmost aggravating kicked-puppy expression. In it, Kagome had invited BBB to the bar they were at last night--one of Inuyasha's favourites: a discrete but cozy hole-in-the-wall type bar that he'd been frequenting since his university years. That was the first mistake.
Not only did (stupid, drunk, damnit) Kagome send the text to the wrong person, but she had also (much too easily) given up Inuyasha's number when BBB, the sly bastard he was, had tried to con it out of her. Hello dear, he cooed. Who's the kind friend that's been helping you write your text messages, he asked. I just want to thank her for helping me get to know you, he blatantly bullshitted. Oh ho, but the real kicker was that he had sent all of these replies in fucking Japanese.
The fucker had known Japanese all along and he had the audacity to bicker with him in English! Inuyasha would very much like to see blood, but he was also more impressed than he cared to admit. The more he ruminated on the subject, the more Inuyasha found himself intrigued by BBB, a man who he initially believed to be a concoction of fantasies invented by a drunken Kagome (it happens on occasion), but who he now understood (reluctantly, mind you) to be very much tangible.
Firstly, Inuyasha deduces, the man had undoubtedly taken an immediate disliking to Kagome’s character upon their first meeting at Club Infinity. When Kagome had asked for his number incessantly, he must have complied and with his real number no less; if the texts so far were an accurate representation of BBB’s wit, he would have foreseen Kagome calling him right then and there to verify. Why else would the man add an extra layer of defence by having Kagome believe that he did not understand a word of Japanese?
Seeing how well BBB had just played Kagome, Inuyasha was going to assume that BBB had seen and remembered the truly insipid mental capacity of an inebriated Kagome (a sight that he’d seen only once at the club, the infuriating show-off) and decided to use that knowledge to get a hold of Inuyasha’s number. Of course BBB would recognize that a person as prideful as Kagome would not ask a favour like translating and writing her text messages for her from anyone but a close friend she truly trusted—one whose number she must be keeping on her phone’s contacts list.
Opponents as shrewd as BBB were never really Kagome’s forte. Inuyasha liked it better when he was the only smartass in the room. Or uh, phone.
Thinking back, Inuyasha found himself at fault, too. Perhaps he should have deleted BBB's contact information along with their previous text conversation, so that Kagome wouldn't have mistakenly selected BBB's number instead of Becky's. If he hadn't been negligent, he could have prevented this from happening. This, as in the following message sent to Inuyasha's phone this godforsaken morning:
'You're a hard woman to find, Ms. Yasha.'
Well. At least Inuyasha was able to pull one over BBB. Thanks to Kagome though, who would revert back to calling him exclusively by his childhood nickname when she was drunk. Who would have thought he would live to see the day when he would thank his mother for giving him such a girly name?
But so what? Did the guy expect Inuyasha to continue this facade? He doesn't play a woman for just anyone, you know. And most certainly not for Baron Blue Balls, whose ploys rivalled his own. Such a vexing discovery, that.
Inuyasha wondered why he shouldn’t expunge the text and forget about this affair altogether. There were a few… concerns. For one, doing so would most certainly be running away from the problem, which Inuyasha does not do. Secondly, he was interested. Like a carnivore tracking a prey that had just come out of hiding, Inuyasha wanted to see just how far he could push the man who was just as unpredictable as he was. Good Lord, but did the prospect of having someone actually keep up with him make his heart pound with exhilaration. He wanted to, but he really didn’t want to stop this thing, whatever label it was deemed to possess, to stop. Not until he could see the very end; at least, not until this mystery man has been solved and categorized, if only for the sake of his quivering curiosity, which demanded to be satisfied and allowed to settle in peace. Most of all, Inuyasha wanted to be sure—that he was right, that BBB deserved to put on the pedestal that his methodical mind has already laid the man’s faceless figure upon. It would help him to refrain from being as terribly indecisive as he was right now; really, it was getting rather irritating.
Inuyasha glances at Kagome, who had begun to look nervous during his quiet contemplation. He decides to forgive Kagome after all--with the condition that she purges BBB's contact information from her phone, of course. They go back to being best friends forever on most days and bickering newlyweds on other days, but the matter of Baron Blue Balls does not once leave Inuyasha's mind. It didn't help that he had too much time in his hands, now that he was jobless and back in the intermission phase of his endless work cycle.
Sometimes, when he grew tired of searching for the next job (or project, as he liked to call them), he would conceive makeshift replies to BBB's text--some funny, some teasing, and some entirely childish! But he would stop himself from clicking the send button every time.
He likened it to being charmed by the whimsical wonder of it all, allowing him to build layers upon layers of reveries that were never so real that he couldn't just throw one away and replace it with another—one that was more experienced, more intricate, and exceedingly clever than the last. It was a thing of pride, of perplexity and of his own, so much so that Inuyasha was not as overwhelmingly inclined to send an actual reply as he was to collecting potential ones.
It would have grown to be a source of endless amusement had another message not arrived from Baron Blue Balls, as dubious as the last:
'You are, quite possibly, the most stubborn woman I know. It's not as amiable a trait as one might think.'
Extremely put off and momentarily distracted by the unexpected text, Inuyasha sends off an immediate response without thinking:
'What the hell do you want from me exactly?'
Inuyasha jumps when the reply is immediate.
'To allow me to take you out on a date, and following that, to perhaps grace me with your presence, sprawled enticingly atop my bed.'
Inuyasha lets out an open laugh, for honesty was something he did appreciate. As such, he feels that he should at least try to warn the man:
'Be careful what you wish for.' Because the last time he checked, he didn’t have a vagina. Not exactly.
'I don’t wish. I simply acquire.'
He thinks he’s so cute, Inuyasha scoffs. 'I see you have a habit of overestimating yourself.'
‘I am not ashamed of my desires.’ Inuyasha sees the shrug in that statement.
‘Desires tend to be fleeting and I’m afraid I have very little time.’
‘Yet ephemeral things are often the most previous.’
‘And therefore the most troubling.’
‘Is that it? You’re afraid?’
‘Hardly. I am simply not invested.’
‘I’ll take that as an invitation, but don’t correct me if I’m wrong.’
‘Pompous and cheeky. I’m not sure if this is entirely wise.’ Inuyasha berates himself for acting coy.
‘Conclusions are rarely ever so. You mean to stifle my advances, Ms. Yasha, but the mere fact that you're responding to me at all tells me all that I need to know.'
'You seem to be under the impression that you know a lot about me. You’re mistaken.’
'Well, I certainly wouldn't mind getting to know you more. You’re growing more intriguing by the minute, Ms. Yasha.'
‘God forbid I tempt you further.’ Inuyasha rolls his eyes as he types. ‘I could do without the pressure.’
‘Hm? What’s that? Are you getting invested already?’
'…I can’t promise not to punch your lights out when we meet.’ And then, just as quickly, Inuyasha realizes his mistake and hurries to send off an additional text: ‘I take that last part back.'
'The evidence has been saved and stored.' Shit.
'You suck.'
'I could, if you want.'
"Oh my god! This guy is impossible!" Inuyasha bellows, accidentally. He looks up to find himself arriving at a very public hotel restaurant filled with business professionals, interns, and hotel employees, all of whom were staring at him right now with great distaste.
...He considers buying a shovel and digging a hole for himself to crawl in and die. The urge quickly passes as he remembers what he was here for.
Indignant, Inuyasha switches his stupid phone to silent and stuffs it back into his pant pocket. He clears his throat and stood by until he was waited upon. With the moment gone, the concierge was quick to offer his services to Inuyasha, who was dressed impeccably today.
"Good afternoon, sir. How can I help you?"
"I am here to see Ms. Sango of S Corporate." Inuyasha replies with an air of confidence.
"Of course, sir. Please, right this way." The concierge bows and motions towards the back.
Inuyasha follows close behind, now fully settled back in secretary-mode. He was 10 minutes early and is directed to an empty room with a single table in the centre. The Victorian decor was a bit too extravagant, but not obnoxious. The lighting however, was the finishing touch that made it all come together. The massive semi-tiered crystal chandelier directly above the formally laid table was simply breathtaking and made the appetizers all the more delectable. Inuyasha could tell that the seats were purposely placed at a perspective where the fine China and gold utensils were sure to glisten in view. The flowers they chose to ornate the hall with were fresh and not at all pungent, serving well to increase the appetite of those who were close enough to pick up their scents.
Truthfully, he did not have the slightest idea why Sango had insisted to see him in private; he was no longer an employee of Druxy and simply agreed to the request out of respect for her as a fellow professional in the same circle. But the more he looked around, the more uneasy he became, and he wondered why the CEO of such a large corporation was going through so much trouble for one measly secretary—one who was currently jobless and useless, no less. He doesn’t think she’s known him all that long for him to leave a lasting impression.
Inuyasha was not allowed more time to contemplate however, as the door opened just then and in came Sango and a strange looking man with striking eyes the colour of burning amber. Inuyasha gets up from his chair to greet the couple with a bow and does not hesitate to offer his hand to shake when they plodded close enough.
"I know it was a rather sudden invitation, Inuyasha, but thank you for coming." Sango offers a pleasant smile—a complete contrast from her friend whose laser glare was possibly piercing a hole right into Inuyasha's face.
What? Did he have something on there?
Inuyasha decides to focus on Sango instead, lest he is threatened to return the glare, which he definitely should not do as the invitee. "Not at all, Ms. Sango, I am honoured you still remember me."
"Let me introduce to you a close friend of mine," Sango continues. "This is Sesshomaru; you may also know him as the CEO and Chairman of Hibiscus Industries."
HOLY SHI--
Inuyasha's front momentarily slips from the shock; you don't just drop that kind of information as if you're talking about the weather, Ms. Sango! He cried internally. Inuyasha feels his disobedient eyebrows doing some weird thing that made him feel woozy and desperately hopes that he doesn't look too much like a blundering fool in front of the motherfucking CEO of HIBISCUS INDUSTRIES (Jesus Christ, Sango). The glare he's been the recipient of for the past 5 minutes did nothing to reassure him.
Today was really not his day.
"Please excuse my behaviour, Mr. Sesshomaru," he tries again. "Meeting you was far from what I was expecting today."
"Neither were you." Sesshomaru says, with a hint of disdain, as he looked Inuyasha up and down. He does not bother to shake Inuyasha's hand.
Sango, the considerate soul, must have felt embarrassed on his behalf, for she was quick to suggest taking their seats for the dinner date Inuyasha had originally been looking forward to. He retracts his lonesome hand; there is still some dignity to be saved.
They have a quick supper, enjoyable only for the two CEOs who were apparently old college mates and studied completely different majors, but who eventually became close friends through their mutual love for dragon boat racing. They were the aces of their team.
Inuyasha learns more than he cared for in the hour that they spend dining and reminiscing, and could not help but feel completely out of place. It was as if he was watching a reality show, but without the comfort of privacy, belonging, and over-worn flannel pajama bottoms. He did not feel it appropriate to interrupt them to ask what exactly his role in all of this was; they seemed to be in a world of their own, recalling memories Inuyasha lacked and finishing each other's sentences without missing a heartbeat.
By the time dessert came, Inuyasha had just about enough. He finds chance in a moment of silence when the waiters came to clear their plates and asks the two if he could be excused. Long day and all that, blah blah blah, and does not forget to thank the two for such a 'wonderful' time. But as expected, Sango was a woman of perception.
"Oh, I apologize Inuyasha, we got too carried away in our reminiscing. It's been years since I've seen Sesshomaru due to his work in America and although he's been back for 2 months now, I haven't been able to properly catch up with him." Sango explains this with propriety and an easy smile, but Inuyasha does not miss the chastising scowl that Sesshomaru sends his way, as if it was Inuyasha's fault that their lovely conversation got interrupted. Inuyasha felt akin to a deer in headlights, for no particular reason.
He offers a small smile nonetheless. "Not at all. I'm sorry to have disrupted, but I must be going..."
"Stay, Inuyasha. There is a matter I must discuss with you." Sango persists.
"Of course, Ms. Sango." Inuyasha nods, giving her his full attention. He didn't like Sesshomaru's character one bit, but it didn't really matter to him. It was Sango who had invited him today, not him.
"The reason why I asked you to come today was to confirm that the rumour of you leaving Druxy is true." When she does not continue, Inuyasha replies in the positive and notices the grin quickly donning Sango's face, a little rosy from many glasses of wine. "Then I would like you to consider working for Sesshomaru here as his Personal Assistant. He has been reluctant to hire one, but I am adamant. The man is a terrible workaholic, much more so than you and I.” She sighs dramatically and props her chin on both palms in a way that takes years off her actual age. “I hope you don't mind, but I forwarded him a copy of your resume which Mr. Fuji was kind enough to provide me with."
Inuyasha needed only one look at Sesshomaru's face to know that the man had absolutely no interest in an assistant of any kind. As far as psychological profiles go, Inuyasha placed the bad-mannered CEO in the 'lone wolf' category. In the strictest sense possible. Those types usually did not rely on outside help, or were too stubborn to ask for it. Sure, he’d make many people jealous if they knew he’d actually met the elusive Charmain of Hibiscus Industries, but truly, Inuyasha was disappointed and offended by the man’s behaviour. He worked best where he was needed, appreciated, challenged, and entrusted with enough freedom to make the right decisions and do what he had to do. He craved for such environments and such environments are where he will go next.
"Thank you for the offer, Ms. Sango, but I must decline. I still have much to learn and do not feel that I am the most capable person for the job."
"Nonsense. Your resume was impressive and though I have only worked with you briefly on a personal level, I have heard many a great things from esteemed businessmen who have placed their complete trust in you before. I do believe you are the perfect man for this job."
Before he could reply, Inuyasha hears Sesshomaru's voice for the first time--it was a deep baritone, made more enthralling by the high level of literacy, and it sent icy shivers up his spine. But it was in English.
"Sango, this is ridiculous. The boy looks incompetent from every angle. This was a waste of my time." The man even crossed his arms! Inuyasha cannot comprehend how the man was able to make it as far as he has with such horrendous manners.
Chaffed beyond words, Inuyasha looks squarely at Sesshomaru and rebukes in perfect English, “I believe it is my time that you have wasted. It is evident that you have no intention of hiring anyone, which suits me just fine, but your indecisiveness rather appals me as I suspect it’s an unbecoming trait for someone of your supposed stature.”
This got Sesshomaru's attention because for the first time all evening, he was studying Inuyasha with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, and not just abhorrence.
"Fluency in English is a basic standard in this day and age. Don't think yourself special." Sesshomaru reprehends in fluent French, his narrowed eyes cold and calculating.
"I see that your arrogance knows no bounds.” Inuyasha scoffs back in French. “You seem to think the size of your wallet gives you the right to judge a person's worth." He even adds in the hand gestures. Thorough, remember?
"Doesn't it? Am I not here today to determine your worth because you want the money that I have? If so, then I have every right to judge you to my heart's content." Sesshomaru answers in Mandarin this time, daring Inuyasha to convince him otherwise.
"You seem to misunderstand." Inuyasha enlightens, dragging out the complex tones of the Chinese language, "I am a secretary. Not a gold digger. I have absolutely no desire to monopolize something as fickle as money. I am not here to impress you, nor am I interested in stroking your ego as a means for you to validate your manhood."
After a moment of silence, Sesshomaru warns, "I would be careful with my words if I were you, boy."
"And I would practice my manners if I were you, sir," Inuyasha retorts as he stands, with fluid sarcasm on the last bit. "You're probably very good at getting what you want, but you should be just as clear on what you don't want, instead of acting like a petulant child. You’ve not harmed me tonight, for you and I are strangers, but you should realize that your behaviour tonight has greatly embarrassed your friend, for she was the one invited me here. I am telling you this because, regardless of what has happened, I am grateful to Sango for her kind intentions,” Inuyasha nods and smiles to S Corporate’s CEO as he says this, “and feel it pertinent not to ruin what remains of her evening. But as I'm not your secretary, I don't really give a rat's ass about how you conduct yourself outside of this room." Inuyasha says this in Arab, Russian, and then Spanish, respectively, as he reaches for his coat and suitcase.
Speaking in Japanese again, in case Sango was inept at Russian, Inuyasha addresses his currently-very-confused host for the last time. "I apologize for cutting this meeting short, Ms. Sango, but it doesn't seem a contract of employment can be arranged after all. I shall take my leave. Thank you once again for dinner. Please, have a wonderful evening."
When Inuyasha finally leaves, he does not look back for fear of giving in to the temptation of strangling the neck of a certain male CEO. After all, he was nothing if not professional.
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