MTLNOVEL Chapter 2: At First
It had 250 years for him, only seconds for her. She had asked him if it was hard turning from a Demon Lord to a businessman. He had reminded her that for him it was a slow change, but being diplomatic was the same. He reminded her that he didn't fall down a well as she did.
He was the same, yet different.
But she was happy, someone one was there.
But it wasn't just him, many survived and Sesshomaru was part of an alliance for demons. Humans and demons now lived mostly in peace. Regardless, she was happy. For him, she was a memory, like a historical find that one kept in a museum. She was safe and he knew her. Their relationship in the past was a tipping line between an ally and friend at the time. He owed her nonetheless, at one time this was not his time and now it was his to rule over.
He was powerful now just as he was then, just in a different way. He was rich, which she was sure he was then too. He was good-looking and single, just like he was then. He was cold and impassive, just as he was then, yet different. His tolerance was much higher of that she was sure. She knew that because of their work. Humans and demons had a new fight, a fight to be the riches, a fight to be in control, to be the smartest. Sesshomaru would always be the best, she knew, it's who he was.
He did everything with elegance and ease and was far advanced than any human could be. She chopped that up to his long, long life, the darn guy had the advantage. It was kinda funny, these humans didn't stand a chance. She often wondered why he bothers with meetings with them, he could buy them all out easily. He was bored, she was sure, maybe that's why everything was all screwed up between them, may this time was boring to him, maybe she was?
He hired her, to assist him that very day she returned. He blamed it on his brother, saying she failed her study because of him and that he was honor bound to her, she didn't care, she needed the job, wanted to live in the city and well, be close, because to her he was a living memory. They could talk about the past, the battle, her friends, Rin.
She looked at her clock, it was 2 am sleep was not going to come, her mind, damn it.
There would be no make up this time. If she were honest, she would admit she liked their little fights and him ignoring her and touching others because one could only feel so low before the high, God, she was no better than a drug addict, and demons where her drug, he was.
It was her fault, how could she fool herself into thinking she was happy with the way it was. Yet she had agreed to it.
It was still raining when she got dressed, she stared at her bowl, she didn't want to eat, that took too much effort on her part. She needed to be at the office at 6 am today, it was only 3 am. She sighed and looked at her phone, nothing, yet she had sent him nothing.
She grabbed her keys and umbrella and began her short journey. The rain beat down, like tears, heavy, painful tears, yet she refused to cry. But really she was just too tired to cry, too worn out. She was a grown up. For the first 2 years she played pretend, well not at first, at first she was, simply happy, but about midway through the second, that was different. He didn't understand why, he was no more open with her than when she jumped down the well really. Now that she thought about it, it had been 3 and a half years since he showed up.
She was so happy, now, now she didn't know what she was, it was her own fault, not his.