Summary: If having double personalities wasn't bad enough, then having the 'other' you falling in love with someone you 'did not' approve of is. Having a battle with yourself everyday gets tiring, and sometimes it's just better to give in . . . . right?

Hi, my first fanfic and it's about my favorite paring Sess/Inu :D Yaay! Sorry if some things sound weird; English is not my first language.

Okay guys, so Sesshomaru will be OOC, BECAUSE I JUST WANNA HAVE FUN WITH MY FIRST FIC! kekekeke ^^ (and he has a crazy other-self l0l)

This will be A/U with boyxboy, so if you don't like then don't read :(

Please enjoy and tell me what you guys think!

!SESPOV!

I harbor a deep secret that no one knows of. And no one will ever find out. Ever.

' Perfection. Somebody once told me that nobody was perfect. And, for all the years in my life, I believed that fact, because, of course, perfection was not something so easily achieved. Surely nobody could have acquired all the necessary elements of perfection - lacking nothing, showing naught a single flaw; having the looks, personality, money, power, intelligence, charisma, reputation.

- Please, do not make me laugh, you buffoons. As if perfection was something impossible for me, Sesshomaru Yomohiro - the most perfect being you could ever lay your eyes upon on - to achieve. I was tall with a lean, muscular body that was toned like the Greek Gods and towered over every one else. I was School President, smartest in the school (include the whole of Japan if you must), dream guy of every living soul, a gentleman, and already heir to one of Japan's largest international trading company.

Both women and men would throw themselves upon my feet, kissing the ground I walk on just to receive an ounce of my attention.

Heard enough? No? Well, I would've hated to get started about my godly looks. You may as well say I was the son of Zeus or some other mighty being - not that my honorable and successful father were any less. Golden eyes and sun-kissed unblemished skin blessed by Apollo, and my long silver tresses which was merely unobtainable by those considered commoners. Well, I do believe that from first glance you can simply guess that I am not a normal - '

You (I) aren't normal alright, you conceited fool.

You consider someone, who has an arrogant second personality living in his goddamned head and talking to himself 24/7, perfect?! You may as well label me - us- as a mentally damaged youth, who is a loner and is so desperate that he needed to make some . . . . some thing to keep him company! I am utterly deranged!

In all honestly, no matter how perfect we look on the outside, I suggest that we badly go see a counselor . . . or a psychiatrist. Just someone - anyone - to get you out of my head! It is driving me insane.

Ultimately: We. Are. Not. Normal. Is it so hard to accept this (painful) truth? Even someone like me, who swells with pride, is accepting it.

We need help.

' Do not be ridiculous, Sesshy! You need me. I doubt you'd have lived through all these years without perfect ol' me. I know you would have simply gone ballistic from all the stress and expected outcomes that people believe you should achieve. Even I think a person your age shouldn't have to bear with the weight of your family name.

I am our fort and our walls. I keep us up and cool. What you need to accept is that you are not deranged, and should simply see me as a requirement for your well-being . . . like when people need water and food. If you put it that way, it doesn't sound so horrific, as you're putting it.

You're making me sad, boohoo. '

Just be quiet and don't talk to me. Do not come out until the end of the council meeting. People will think me insane if they see me verbally arguing with myself during my talk. I will call upon you after it is done, although it's not as if I have to, you are - technically - me, after all.

There was no reply but a soft chuckle and I sighed once again before heading off to the first building, walking off from the nice shade of the trees.

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!INUPOV!

Where the fuck are they? Freakin' telling me to meet them at the canteen and I waste my energy to find that none of them are even there. Argh.

Jesus Christ! Could this day get any worst? I should of just not gone to school this day. The shit-ass morning must have been a warning of a bad omen or somethin'. Broken alarm clock, burnt toast (even though I never changed the fuckin' settings - like what the flying fuck?), no hot water, bad hair-day and my clothes are old and a mess! It stinks like a skunk! Even Koga complained about my state, and me in general, more than usual and that's a lot.

Almost drove me mad, dammit!

I scanned the canteen once more and kicked the door open to walk outside after confirming one last time those assholes weren't in there. Screw everything, I'm going to the roof. I dun' need no one right now to eff up my day even more. I swear if they do, I'm literally going to murder someone.

I keep my head low and kick any small stray rocks on the path between the school buildings. As I almost enter the building, whaddya know? I see 'Mr. I-Have-A-Stick-Shoved-Up-My-Ass' staring off in the distance under a fucking tree. What is he - shooting a damn movie? Helloooo? No one is here to drool over you, so for once act like a normal human being. Not some wannabee prissy-God.

Ok, just what the hell? Prince Charming just - okay, let me get this straight - he literally looks like he's feeling himself up.

. . . .

Is he caressing his face?! Seriously, man, stop being so self -

. . . . . . .

I so did not see him drag his hands down his body like - like - argh! IS HE THAT SELF - OBSESSED? Can't he even consider getting himself a room or somethin'?! There are some people that actually don't like everything that you do! And I happen to be one of those fortunate people!

I scrunch my face and was about to turn away when suddenly his movement stopped and he was now standing up straight like he was Mr. President with a very stern look on his face . . . is this guy alright? Maybe all the pride finally blew up his brain. For a few moments, he was shaking his head - at what, himself? - and kept looking like he was releasing heavy sighs.

This is weirder than the time Miroku tried to hit on me - pretend I never said that.

Now he's smirking at . . . himself, again, and had this glint in his normally emotionless eyes. His hands came up to his chin and started rubbing it like those sneaky-bastard business men in movies. Did he like join the drama club or something, because this dude is, now, creepy as hell.

Look at that! He's chuckling to himself!

Prissy-ass halted all movements and his expression returned back to Mr. President. There was no movement for what seemed like forever until he started walking of the the first building. His 'normal' usual self ( I don't even know anymore ) back on show.

- BUT, HOLY SHIT! I ALMOST DIED! Don't just act like a fucking statue then randomly walk off!

Seriously, still, what the fuck did I just see?

No comment. Yeah.

I don't even know what that was. Not that I really need to.

Weird-ass mofo.

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Please share your thoughts and you should all probably know I don't have that (idk) ability to write long chapters, but hopefully I will be able to. I don't really wish to force myself.

ANDDDD hopefully you can tell which Sesshomaru is which. I had fun writing this chapter, just experimenting and enjoying myself :)

Till next time! ^^