Quiche: Hi all! This is my very first fanfic! Hehe, I'm so excited.
Anyhoo, just so you know there is a LEMON towards the end of the story. It's just an image to maintain--for the character, not me.
Anyhoo, VOILA- Matini Glass! ENJOY.
Chapter 1: The Tyrant and Buster Keaton
His hard, stoic exterior attracts inquiries from society. His life consists of business luncheons, name-brand suits, black SUVs, supermodels, and his daughter. He has never had real friends; friends slow him down—friends are for people with no real subject in life. His 'girlfriends' receive a copacetic purely sexual based relationship with him; none lasting more than a week.
He has been renowned for the establishment of his own publishing enterprise at the age of 21 under his father's eminent corporation. Adverted by the public it has gained world-wide attention and had extricated itself from his father's branch by his 23rd birthday.
His daughter was born by then. He was first seen with her when she was merely a week old; she was being held by his half-brother. After 8 years, no one has publicly seen him hold or touch her. Though it is evident that he is happiest when he is around his daughter, he had never been seen smiling happily but only with her. What of the mother? Perhaps he thought she was below par of his family. Perhaps she died? To this day no one knows anything about her, not even her name or the relationship with the great corporate prince.
No one has dared questioned him of her. One interviewer had. After a magazine had printed some private details about her he, the interviewer, was found dead two days later in his bed, beaten to death. The family subpoenaed for the article to be removed from the archive, and had no further proclamations about the incident since. Investigators found no real evidence to convict anyone for murder. This caused further more controversy towards the imperial family— they were too guarded for their own good.
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"Okay everyone! Remember to bring back your consent forms for the field trip next week!" Her teacher chimed as the bell rang, distinguishing that school was over.
She grabbed her notebooks and stuffed it into her pink and white backpack. She glanced back to see her friend, Leah do the same. She zipped it close and slung it across her back. She turned around and faced her friend, "Do you want to come over today, Leah? I can show you my new doll!" She gave her a toothy grin and awaited her friend to give her an answer.
Leah was her best friend. She told her everything, and vice versa. She had nice, silky jet black hair and incredibly beautiful blue eyes that was her focal point of her features, but that wasn't why she befriended her of course. She shook her head, "No, I start my karate lessons today, remember?" they started walking toward the exit of the classroom. They saw a rather short skinny man with barely any hair on his shiny bald head, dressed in a dark blue-black suit by the door. Leah shone a grin at him, "Hi Mr. Jaken!" She turned her head to her friend, "I'll see ya tomorrow Rin."
Rin smiled back and waved as Leah walked out the classroom. She smiled at Jaken's greetings in response and slowly made out of the school.
Jaken was her babysitter/escort. He had been tending to her needs since the day she was born; he is also her father's most trusted and loyal servant. He had been serving for the family for nearly 35 years. She had no idea how old Jaken was.
She spotted a white SUV in front of the school. It was her ride, her official ride. She picked the color, father preferred black but black was too 'government' and professional for her. She hated it. It was way too quiet in the car. No one put on the radio, Jaken said it wasn't a "party car" just a ride to escort her to places.
Reaching upon 10 feet of it Jaken ran to open the car door for her, per father's demands. She would always laugh, he would be out of breath—he would mutter curses after she entered the car, not knowing she could still hear.
Rin climbed into the fancy white SUV, upon closing the door she could hear Jaken quietly complain about his legs being "too short for this job" among other things. It was a 15-minute commute to her home. And she was never to roll down the windows, she never fully understood why.
Bored, the girl played with her hair. She's always loved her hair. It was long and brown. Sometimes it was frizzy sometimes it was silky and straight—that was her favorite aspect of her hair, her hair differentiated on the weather.
She sighed, she hated going back home. She felt lonely and blank… she had no one to play with when she got home. She suggested she had a babysitter, or a nanny of some sort but father blew it off. He said it was unnecessary, besides Jaken was watching her. All the time.
She took her bag off and laid her body across the leather-bound seats her father newly had installed. She heaved another sigh. She collected memories of watching 'The General' a couple of weeks ago; she especially marveled the scene where Buster Keaton was standing on top of the train to see his father.
Her vibrant mocha brown eyes wandered off to the sunroof. She sighed. She bore for excitement.
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Dressed in a silk navy blue Armani suit, his silver hair cascaded down to his waist. He had the most unusual colored eyes. He had cold, lucid golden eyes that depicted beauty. He seldom left his office, generally for only meetings.
It was three o'clock. Rin would be home by now.
He fancied the kid; she was the single most important thing in the world. However he did not have too much time to spend with her, business always seemed to come first. So in a way she was not first priority. But he loved her, he'd never loved anyone—maybe his mother.
The media often found his overprotection of Rin incestuous. Lethargic, doltish idiots he would call them. After these rumors flooded every publication he did not own, he was 'forced' to broadcast incriminating stories of others through his media corporations. It was rivalry ongoing after 5 years.
Busybodies flied by his office. He had slightly tinted glass doors you couldn't see anything from the outside. He enjoyed his privacy. Very much so that he has his own bathroom.
A rather beautiful woman, in her early twenty's, entered the room. She had gorgeous blonde hair she put it up in a high pony tail. As soon as she stepped inside his office he could smell her perfume, Chanel Number Five.
"Mr. Taisho, Miss Michelle is here." She announced and promptly left, opening the door for another woman to enter, his girlfriend.
She was gorgeous, brunette, and had feline green eyes. She resembled very much to Vivien Leigh. She stepped into the office, giving his assistant a stale stare and closed the door. "You didn't call," she walked up to him slowly, swaying her hips alluringly if not naturally.
He ignored her completely, he was still typing. She stopped a few feet away from his important desk, "why didn't you?" He looked up from his work and saw her standing with her hands on her hips, her legs apart.
Michelle saw him stand up, and walk up to her. She stood firmly to her ground, "Well?" He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into a deep, sensual kiss.
Any girl would kill or die to be in her position right now, and she knew it. No girl could resist him.
She gave into it, completely. He guided her to the wall and pushed her against it, she let out a stifled moan. He let her hands roam free around his body. Without hesitation he lifted her skirt up high and allowed her to unbutton his pants, "Oh, Sess…" she groaned sensualistic, when she saw a bulge in his boxers. Her hands grasped tight on his buttocks and pulled him in, against her groin. He let his hardened member out, he saw her lick her lower lip. She smiled slyly at him. He literally ripped her silk underpants off and felt her push her bosoms against his chest.
"You…didn't call," she whispered into his ear. Her warm breath tingled against his skin. She may be trying to make a point, but her tone urged him to continue. A moment ago she had been mad at him for not calling her after their date yesterday, now she was wet and ready to go. He smirked at her willingness to have sex in a moment's expense. Kissing her lips, he pushed into her wet surface. She moaned into his mouth, a sign for him to go deeper.
He gyrated in and out of her. She perceived much satisfaction and cried out his name—he knew she had not come yet "Bitch, quiet." he growled into her ear. He quickened his pace and grunted. He could feel her muscles tighten, she searched for his lips, and he ignored her plea. Soon, he had reached his climax. He ejaculated, she then reached hers. She gasped, "Mm, Sesshomaru." She kissed his neck but felt him pull away. He pulled his pants up and walked back to his desk, and left her in amid pleasure.
She scoffed when he sat back down in his big leather chair. She looked at him, almost disappointed, "What, you're just going back to work now?" she questioned him her face drenched with disbelief.
"I'll call you," He remarked in a dismissing tone. She shook her head and made her way to the door. She stopped and turned back around, "When?" she asked him, cutely. He averted his eyes from the screen to meet hers, "I told you I'd call yesterday." Her mouth fell open in dismay and exited his office.
His assistant, filling out paperwork, met the woman's green eyes and watched her flee before her. She smirked and gazed into the office, she could see her boss type away on his keyboard, as if nothing happened.
A.N: Yes, I know it was short. This is just an introductory chapter. Please, please, PLEASE review! I need to know how I can improve, and so on and so forth. Kagome doesn't come in, just yet. I promise, SHE WILL.