Living a Lie by Dai

Night Paper

This is my first fic, if you read Sesshomaru's middle name and last name mean something.I'll give you a hint, he is a famous rapper everyone knows but he also has a pseudonym. "I pity---"

Can anyone guess?

I do not own Inuyasha or the name Tracy Marrow.

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The time was 11:45 almost nearing midnight. The ‘taping’ sound made when typing on a keyboard was emitting from a room with the door ajar. Sesshomaru Tracy Marrow was typing, trying to finish his paper due tomorrow. Those were the least of his problems though. Sesshomaru was finishing up the last sentence to his paper when the phone rang. He decided to let the machine get it. He knew he wouldn’t get any sleep today nor tomorrow either, He was busy as always, since his brother never did anything. Since their father died in an explosion in a submarine during the test run since he was the owner and his own pride destroyed his life for he always rode on the test runs on the machine he made, and his stepbrother’s mother died from having him. His own mother is in the hospital being treated for cancer, the doctors say she won’t live long. Because of all that he has to be the one to support his brother who seem to love wasting money on junk that will be no use on the next. The money from his fathers company was given to him through the will, but also in the will was that his father wished him to ‘look’ after his younger brother, no matter how annoying he is. That and to stay in school, and that’s what he is doing, since unlike his stepbrother, he has respect and loyalty. After a while he finished, he got up from his mahogany wood desk and went to the kitchen. He hadn’t eaten yet and started making a Sub. His apartment had at least four phones, one was beside the computer in the living room, the second one was in the kitchen, the third one was in his bedroom, and the fourth one was in his stepbrother’s room. Since he was in his study, which had no phone because his study is where he worked and he hated and still does distractions. So as he was getting the mayonnaise he passed the phone, before he went to the fridge he pressed the message button. While he was coming back to the table with all the necessities for a sub he heard a voice he oh so knew very well. That voice belonged to Catherine Jameson. Or better known as Kagome Higurashi, the famous writer who was known for her dark, and gothic stories since Catherine Jameson was her pseudonym.