~A Week Ago~
I could hear my phone ring as I slept. I didn't want to get up. It was a Sunday morning, I should be able to sleep in. I let my phone ring until it had died out after the 8th. Then it rang again. Has to be Inuyasha. I thought. He never leaves messages and he never stops calling.
Swinging around under my covers, I was able to reach my hand out and grab for my phone. Inuyasha, the caller ID had said. I groaned and answered. "What is it?"
"Wake the hell up Kagome, I have really bad news. I need you right now! It's urgent!" He sounded panicked and instantly I woke up, sitting myself up in my bed.
"What is it? What happened?" My voice was loud and cracked.
"I-it's my brother."
New School, same students. It's the same everywhere you go, least to him. That's not the important part, though. No. The important – more of unconditionally vexatious – part, is that he'll be going to the same Board School with his half dim-wit of a brother, Inuyasha.
The car smelt of fried leather and cigarets. The black leather interior has always been a hassle in summer. Sesshomaru wasn't generally happy about the move across the country, back to Tokyo, and he made sure father witnessed his wrath last week. Words were exchanged and glasses were broken, yet here he was sitting in the passenger seat, staring out the widow at the house he'll be living in with Inuyasha and Izayoi.
"I want you to greet your brother and Izayoi in a welcome manner, Sesshomaru." His father spoke in his usual toned matter.
"I will welcome them, but don't throw that 'brother' stuff at me. He means nothing to me, he never has." His father always told him he took after his mother. They had the same cold eyes and cold intensity of not caring what you've said to another. "Put out your cigaret. You're letting out the cold air."
"I've dreaded the day when you start telling me what to do, Sesshomaru. You surly take after her."
It was only noon and the sun already had the power to make you stay inside and condemn your naked body in iced water. Having long hair doesn't much help in these heat waves. The Taisho family has always had long silver hair, he supposed it was more of a family heirloom more than anything.
The house was big, thanks to the income of Sesshomaru's father, InuTaisho. Izayoi has always been a stay at home mother, not getting any income from her behalf. As if child support wasn't enough, he mails her half of his paycheck every two weeks. It sicked him to no end that he supports her, though she's the one who had called it off. And now here he is being called back like a lost pup to it's owner.
-So I changed it to third person for Sesshomaru instead of first person. I think I like it better that way.
