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Post by Sadi on Nov 16, 2003 20:54:06 GMT -5
Senshi Sesshoumaru strolled down the sidewalk of a crowded, bustling street, umbrella a-twirling with every step her took. He stopped twice, to admire the merchandise in a shop window and to purchase a newspaper.
He glanced at the paper to confirm the date; February 2, 1929. It was the day after his 18th birthday, and the first official day that he had inherited his late father's business. Well, if you could call it that. To tell you the truth, Taisho had been the don of New York's largest mafia and mob scene. It was a dangerous business his eldest son had just gotten into, and he had yet to be hardened by the life of organized crime.
Little did that silver-haired, amber-eyed young man know that by the end of the day he would be a completely different person.
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Post by Lady Kikyou on Nov 20, 2003 13:39:32 GMT -5
"Thank you." Higurashi Kikyou said in a low voice as she took a place in the backseat of her black mercedes, her choffer holding the door open for her to get in.
After the car's engine got turned on, the raven haired lady got her handbag and drew out a carefully folded sheet of paper, browsing through its content once more with her earth-brown pools of color.
"And, as your 17th birthday gets closer," Without realizing, she had begun reading the letter out loud, frowning at every word she pronounced. "...your mother and I strongly believe you should make us a visit and let us introduce you to a very well educated and wealthy young man, the son of a friend of mine and potential candidate for marriage."
Taking a deep, long breath, Kikyou folded her mail and tucked it back inside her handbag, an annoyed look sprouting on her usually placid features. She could not believe it! She was three days away from turning seventeen, and her father had already made plans for her wedding! Sure, her father had always seemed overly-concerned about the day his elder daughter got married, for her husband would have to take on the family's 'business', be it whatever it was, and there were only a few people in the world whose hands he could actually trust his wealth to... She never thought he would resort to an arranged wedding, though.
Letting out a distressed sigh, Kikyou reclined in her seat and crossed her legs, waiting for her not-so-pleasant arrival at the Higurashi's residence, back in the suburbs of the city that never sleeps.
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Post by ChibiSesshoumaru on Nov 20, 2003 19:28:19 GMT -5
Leaning against the alley wall, Urufu Kouga lit up a cigarette, scanning the busy New York streets with very little interest. Clipping the lid of his lighter shut, he removed the cancer stick from his mouth, blowing the smoke. After a few more puffs, he dropped it to the asphalt and ground the butt under his heel. Word had gotten out that today a new leader of the Higher families had been crowned. Kouga didn't mind, his family and theirs had been allies for generations, and as long as the new head kept it that way, such business didn't concern him.
This is pointless.... he thought gloomily as he made the way down the blocks of the desolate city.
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Post by Kanna on Nov 20, 2003 19:49:11 GMT -5
Shoubu Ayame made her way down the city streets, her shoes clicking everytime they met with the concrete. Her seagreen eyes scanned the area behind a pair of reading glasses which she accidentally forgot to take off when she stepped out of some fancy hotel.
Her reddish brown hair was done so that the strands curled, reaching down a few inches past her shoulders. She was wearing a business-like black skirt and a white blouse whose top buttons were undone. Basically, her appearance looked disheveled as she glanced at the watch on her hand. She had an appointment she had to go to and she was going to be late! "This won't make a good impression... So grandfather and uncle won't be too pleased..."
She sighed, her pace remaining that of a calm one as she began to try and straighten herself up. Normally, she wouldn't even be staying in a hotel, even if it was a fancy one. But her grandfather insisted since she was going to a business meeting that would mean all the world for her future.
"It's decided then..." She said quietly, crossing the street which was usually busy but for some odd reason wasn't today, "I'll never sleep late like that again." A total lie, but nobody needed to know that. The meeting was with some head CEO of some big business who were very close friends and business partners with her grandfather and uncle. Why her grandfather had made her go instead of her uncle go was beyond her, but what she did know was that she could not be late!
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Post by Sadi on Nov 21, 2003 20:25:30 GMT -5
He continued on at his comfortable, well-paced stride, finally pausing outside the door of a moderately-sized building by name of Akunin, glancing anxiously at his reflection in the carefully polished glass pane.
Convinced at last that his appearance was acceptable, he cleared his throat and stepped inside the lobby. In all honesty, he was rather nervous.
Glancing around, he quickly surmised that it was not at all what he had been expecting. Then again, a mafia being run out of an ordinary building under the pretense of an honest business was not easily able to look the part for quite obvious reasons.
Greeted at once by the prim and proper secretaries at the front desk, he was ushered into the elevator and sent up to the ninth floor, where his rather large office was located.
Left to his own devices, he removed his trenchcoat and tossed it over the back of his plush, leather chair and wandered over to the window, glancing down at the bustling street below.
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Post by Kanna on Nov 21, 2003 20:27:06 GMT -5
Glancing at her watch again, Ayame bit her lip as she mumbled, "Five minutes... and I don't even know where the hell I'm going..." She inwardly groaned, coming to a complete hault.
"This is ridiculous!! I knew where it was yesterday!!" She looked around herself, trying to remember what the building looked like. It was big... just like every other one. But this one had a few steps in front of it. And wouldn't you know it was at the next block.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. If she had it her way, she'd still be sleeping right now in that comfortable bed. Not on the deserted streets of New York. Which reminded her... What was everybody anyways?
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Post by Sadi on Nov 21, 2003 20:34:39 GMT -5
With a rather melancholy sigh, Sesshoumaru removed his stately prescence from the window, carefully seating himself down in his chair. Glancing curiously about the place he would soon know better than the back of his hand, his deft fingers snatched up a pen, before rather roughly slamming it back down. Sighing once more he leaned back in his chair, gazing idly up at the cieling. He wondered when someone would come to speak with him. Surely they would not just leave him up here without a clue all day, would they?
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Post by Kanna on Nov 21, 2003 20:40:56 GMT -5
Shoes tap tap tapping once again, Ayame practically ran up the concrete steps into the building. Opening the door, she stopped and took a deep breath, adjusting her skirt but completely forgetting about the unbuttoned collar. Walking to the desk where the secretary was sitting, she said in a calm, business-like manner, "I have a meeting with the head CEO. I was wondering where I was supposed to go?"
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Post by Sadi on Nov 21, 2003 21:03:46 GMT -5
He had now been cooped up in this dreadful office for a half n' hour now and it was really starting to grow tiring. With a scowl and a frosty stare at the somewhat lopsided picture on the wall, which had been bugging him ever since he noticed it, he rose from his chair, momentarily stretching before striding over to attend to it.
Whoever would have thought a life of high crime would be so...well, boring.
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Post by Kanna on Nov 21, 2003 23:49:47 GMT -5
The secretary looked up at her boredly, placing her magazine down on the desk as she opened a black book. "What's your name dear?" She asked in a slightly nasal tone.
"Shoubu... Shoubu Ayame," Ayame replied with a small smile when the secretary's eyes widened with recognition. "Right this way!! Everyone's been expecting you. I'm sure you'll feel right at home." Ayame received a warm smile from the secretary as she walked down the hall, idly glancing at some of the pictures.
"Just take this to the third floor and when you get there, someone will be waiting for you. Have a nice day."
"You too..." Ayame said with a sigh. Who was she meeting with anyways?
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Post by Sadi on Nov 23, 2003 21:09:59 GMT -5
After attending to the slip-shoddy posture of the picture frame, Sesshoumaru wandered back over to the window, gazing down the whole eight stories that seperated him, on the ninth floor, from the ground below. Letting loose a low whistle at the distance, he turned around and once more plunked down onto his chair. He had not sat half a minute before he noticed the phone pushed off to the side. If this kept up, he -would- be calling someone.
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Post by Kanna on Nov 25, 2003 20:03:36 GMT -5
Pressing the button to the elevator, Ayame stepped inside and pressed the button marked "3". When the doors closed and she knew she was alone for the time, she gave out a loud groan as she rubbed her temples, already feeling the warnings for a headache that was going to rear it's ugly head. When the doors opened, her serious expression reappeared again as she strolled out of the elevator and to the desk where a secretary was busily chatting away with the one next to her.
"Can I help you miss?" She said, finally looking at Ayame quietly, as if trying to recognize her face. "I'm here for a meeting... My name's Ayame and I'm here in place for my grandfather and uncle. The secretary down on the first floor told me to come here."
"Oh... Well then let me just contact the head CEO and I'll take you to the conference room. Alright?"
"Okay..." Ayame said as she leaned against the counter as the secretary picked up the phone and pressed a button twice.
"Yes... Sir sorry for bothering you but your scheduled meeting with our partner company's CEO's granddaughter is here."
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Post by Sadi on Nov 27, 2003 16:59:36 GMT -5
He quite suddenly stood and, slamming his fist bitterly down on the desk, donned a dark scowl and fled the room. No wonder his so-called employees had left him up in his practically penthouse-sized office, ignored; he had recieved a business agenda the day prior and wasn't supposed to be here at all. Rather, he was supposed to be in the proverbial jungle of towering buildings downtown, at one coffee house in particular, lunching with one of those dreadfully stuff business men his father was in kahootz with. Luckily, however, he found upon glancing at this wind-up watch, that he wasn't late. There was still an hour to go before he was scheduled to be there. Needless to say, however, he beat feet: made tracks.
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Post by Kanna on Nov 30, 2003 19:35:51 GMT -5
Being led towards the elevator once again, the secretary, who had just hung up the phone, pressed the button and waited. When the doors opened the two walked inside, Ayame more towards the middle and the secretary towards the buttons.
Seagreen eyes shifting towards the floor when those very doors closed once again with a small 'bing', she remained silent. While she was trying to think of who these men really were, the question popped up in her mind. Why were her grandfather and uncle grinning from ear to ear at her like they were insane and mentioning her enjoying herself here?
Realization dawned on her as a look of pure horror appeared on her face. "Damnit... Those little canniving sneaks..."
"Did you say something?" The secretary asked as she glanced over. Sweatdropping, Ayame just shook her head, "Who's going to be at this meeting??"
"Oh... The CEO, the staff and the CEO's son..."
Damnit...
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Post by Sadi on Dec 1, 2003 9:19:54 GMT -5
Miroku lounged idly in his chair, spinning in it childishly until he was facing his father. He made a face, which said man was all too quick to pick up on. "Stop that!" he demanded of his son harshly.
Miroku sighed. It was no fun around here...His father always walked around with a stick up his ass, or something. It could be that his father was just overly exasperated at his twenty-something-year-old son's immaturity, but he couldn't really be blamed. After all, he had been stuck in this room since five-o-clock this morning, forced to listen to some group of old codgers piss each other off as they prepared for some big old meeting that Miroku's father was forcing him to attend just as he was forcing, or trying at least, his proffession on the young man too...
A secretary's pleasant voice broke his inner grumblings and complaints with a loud buzz from the mini-intercom wired to sound off into just this meeting room. "She's arrived, sir, and is on her way,"
Miroku's father, at the phone, snorted in hasty agreement. "Alright, Marg. Thanks,"
"No problem." The intercom crackled as the phone on the secretary's desk was set down.
And for some reason, a feeling of impending doom settled deep within the young man's breast.
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