Psychodrama in a Tin Can by Argesh

Here's what happened...

[color=#000080]Written for Nobody's 'Public Transportation' challenge.

Warnings: Language

Words: 675

It had seemed like a good idea at first.

He was an important business man with a ridiculously jammed agenda, not a bloody road map. And besides, it wasn't as if it was an unusual sight. After all, people did it all the time, all over the world. Granted, it was the first time he did it, and he would certainly loose 'style points' in front of his subordinates and business colleagues, but that was preferable to not arriving at all or, even worse, being late.

However, if the obscenities being screamed at him were anything to go by, he was sure this was going to be one of those times were the Universe conspired against him just to get a good laugh at his expense.

Sesshoumaru growled. Damn the Universe and its sick sense of humor!

Ok, fine, they weren't actually cursing at him, but the insults were aimed at his general vicinity, and that was enough for him.

"Fuck," he hissed for the umpteenth time, suppressing the urge to rub his abused neck.

"You asshole, get out of the way!" the cab driver yelled at another petrified pedestrian, grumbling under her breath as she released the emergency breaks. "Don't worry, sir, I promise you'll get there on time," he assured him again, grinning at him through the rearview mirror as she flew by yet another red light, inciting a new round of righteous indignation.

"You know what? I don't care anymore," he spat, wanting nothing more than to bash the woman's head against the steering wheel. "You shouldn't be allowed to even cross the street, let alone drive a vehicle, you irresponsible, half-witted twerp!"

The woman had the nerve to glare at him. "My name," she said, dodging an upturned sewer and sending him flying across the backseat, "is Kagome. Ka-go-me. Get that?"

"I don't give a shit! You'll get us both in jail for manslaughter," he snapped back, trying to extract himself from the narrow space between the backseat and the cab's separation and failing spectacularly when she turned a corner at 80 miles per hour.

"Don't be ridiculous," she snorted, half amused, half offended. "I've been doing this for six months now and no one has died."

"Yet," he all but screamed back, pulling his hair out in frustration. His hands froze along with the breath in his lungs, though, when she barely dodged some children playing on the sidewalk. "Stop the car."

"We're almost there, sir, just a couple more blocks," she sighed in a patronizing tone that made him see red. Literally.

"I said, stop the car! I want out!" He was desperate now, clawing at the door until his hand latched onto the window crank, determined to get as far away from the psychopathic murderess as he possibly could.

"But-"

"Out, now!"

"Fine!"

He was already halfway out the window when she finally stopped the car, almost managing to break his neck on the door frame.

Shaking with rage and poorly concealed panic, Sesshoumaru got out of the taxi and almost dropped to his knees and kissed the pavement in relief. He was never ever going to place his life in the hands of a deranged stranger again. Ever. To hell with normalcy, he'd stay a healthy, eccentric snob for the rest of his days.

"Hey."

To his credit, he managed to compose himself in a matter of seconds and restrained the urge to strangle the woman.

"What," he growled instead.

"You owe me 20 bucks, pal," she gave him a polite grin, trying to hide her amusement and failing miserably.

"I owe you nothing, wench. Be grateful I don't have you arrested or, better yet, eviscerated and skinned alive for attempting against this Sesshoumaru's integrity and society in general."

With that, he turned on his heels and walked away, leaving a seething Kagome to stare at his back as he stepped into a building and disappeared completely.

"Jerk," she grumbled, starting the car again. "He didn't even thank me for getting him here half an hour early."[/color]