Title: Strange Turn of Events

Disclaimer: All Inuyasha characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi and associates. I only own the plot. Therefore, I own nada and make nada.

Summary: Someone's leaving gifts and love letters inside Inuyasha's locker. The gesture's sweet, but after a month of romantic words and generosity, Inuyasha's ready to see who admires him. So he spies on his locker one day to see who's behind it . . . and gets the shock of his life.

Pairings: Sesshomaru/Inuyasha. Possible side pairings.

Rating: M

Warning: Urban AU! Possible sexual relations between males. Language. Humor. Slight drama.

Author's Rant: This is inspired by Secret Admirer (Static Shock fic) written by Twitter Chan and Psycho Chan. I highly recommend it. It's too adorable. Don't throw stuff at me. I know I'm beyond overdo to update My Dreams and I swear I'm trying. Writer's Block is being a constant dark cloud over me when it comes to my old stories. But I thought I could tie you guys off with this short fic. I guesstimate it to be between 2-5 chapters. Enjoy!

Eye-Opener

It's a pair of wireless Dre Beats this time.

Inuyasha Miyaka studies over the custom design crimson dragon print spiraling around the handle and interior black. Beneath it is a portable red Pill—the latest edition to come with internal charging for cell phones. Inuyasha can't count how many times he's asked his mama to get him a set like this, but trust her to think anything remotely related to hoodlum activity meant negatively influencing his school ethics.

But for now he had his own free devices thanks to the generosity of a certain admirer.

Inuyasha happily hangs the Beats around his neck and stuffs the portable Pill in his knapsack. Oh the things he plans to do with this after school. He can already think of a list of songs to listen to during his next track meet. Before leaving, Inuyasha checks around the busy halls for a giveaway of his admirer's identity, but figures he'd have a bigger chance of spotting an elephant then recognizing the signs of who liked him. It could be a number of individuals bypassing him right now.

He wasn't popular, but he wasn't completely invisible either. Inuyasha maintained a neutral relationship with every type of student at Shikon High School since most of them grew up together from elementary and many of their moms always associated with one another at the PTA meetings and cake sales. Well, Inuyasha wouldn't say he got along with everybody. There were a fair few who knew how to work his last nerve, but it wasn't anything a threat couldn't cure. That didn't work for all of them though.

Hence the biggest annoyance of his life coming down the hall surrounded by his pack of cronies and fangirls. Sesshomaru Haru: Basketball Captain, Spanish Club President, and the biggest hunk of dick ever known to walk the planet. He's always been a world-class asshole, a straight evil ass motherfucka', but damn if he wasn't the finest demon to ever exist. Everything about the senior got Inuyasha's blood boiling like a pot of coffee for many reasons.

For starters, there's no denying that Sesshomaru's a walking Greek God. He deserves his own religious followers. He can melt wax in a cold room and that's saying something for Inuyasha. Sesshomaru's tall and has this long silky silver hair that flows on airless currents. The ancient stripes and moon on his face adds a sort of exotic effect to his pale skin.

Now, when it comes to his body, Inuyasha can't even. The times the hanyou sophomore caught sight of Sesshomaru's well-defined chest, his sinewy arms and legs glistening in sweat from a good practice and that tight ass in Jordan jerseys. . . Fucking Hell, that dazzling bitch was perfect.

But Sesshomaru's jacked up attitude ruins everything—makes him uglier than a dead monkey in moonlight. And for Inuyasha, it's a crying shame for someone to be so gorgeous and the devil's biggest advocate.

Inuyasha adverts his eyes to the side to avoid looking Sesshomaru in the face because the last thing he wants is to provoke the fool into slamming him face first against a wall of metal. Which hasn't happened lately. Sesshomaru hasn't really bothered him in the past few weeks. No shoves. No stealing his lunch trays. Not making Inuyasha do his homework. Not even a verbal threat to keep Inuyasha on his toes. Inuyasha wanted to count his blessings.

When the horde of seniors pass, Inuyasha finishes loading up the rest of his books for Biology and closes his door. The bell gives a warning chime for students to hustle to their classes. Inuyasha breaks into a quick jog upstairs to his class and finds Bankotsu waiting outside, bobbing his head to the beat of beat popping from his lips.

Upon seeing the hanyou approach, Bankotsu grins. "Yo' man, thought you were gonna ditch without telling me."

"Fat chance," Inuyasha says. "You clearly don't know my mama." Nothing gets over Izayoi Miyaka. She can smell a lie without a nose and see deceit without eyes. If she evens Inuyasha skipped out on class, the next time he blinks, he'll be looking around a hospital room.

"Whoa, check these out. Those are limited edition bro. How the Hell did you get a pair?"

Inuyasha couldn't help looking smug. "S' the price of being fine man. I tell ya, whoever's got the hots for me ain't sparing the dime."

"No kidding." Bankotsu taps each finger for every gift Inuyasha's got so far while they walked to their desks. "You got the new Jordans, the Fossil watch, some new Nikes for track, dude a flippin' Burberry Wallet, and the whole Golden Girls collection? You better lemme borrow those too. You know I love Blanche slutty ass."

Bankotsu is suddenly belted on the back of the head via Mrs. Kaede Sai's rough hand. "There'll be no potty talk in this class, Mr. Liang. Am I clear?"

"Yes ma'am." Bankotsu gawks angrily at the back of the whole woman's back and sinks low in his sit. "One-eyed ole hoe." He checks his hand to make sure he isn't bleeding and faces Inuyasha. "Anyway, I wanna envy you, but what if the person's ugly?"

Inuyasha shrugs. "It's what inside that counts."

"Fuck that—oh!" Bankotsu checks to see if their teacher heard him. When she continues writing on the marker board, he grins and continues. "Screw that. I can't see myself being with anybody below a seven. I got standards."

"It is what it is though. If I can catch whoever's leavin' me stuff, I'll know what to do from there. I mean, say if they are ugly as shit, don't mean we can't work something out."

"You're one brave son-of-a-bitch, bro 'cause I'll be damned if I let some donkey-face beast hang off my arm." The hit comes swift and painful this time. Bankotsu drops his forehead on the desk, cradling his sore face where Mrs. Kaede threw her eraser right on his nose. "That's child abuse!"

"And I'm suffering verbal assault from listening to your filthy language!" She snaps back. "Curse one more time Mr. Liang, and you'll be pulling afternoon retract!" She huffs and turns back to finish jotting down the rest of the lesson.

Bankotsu glares at Inuyasha's quiet laughter and throws a pencil at him. "I need to recommend her to Coach Muso. Her throwing arm's legend."

Inuyasha shakes his head at his best friend's antics and goes to open his book to the appropriate page. He reads over the few couple of paragraphs to freshen up on yesterday's lesson while absentmindedly fingering over his new gift. A large part of him is dying to know what his secret admirer looks like. He's never been too strung up on looks, but he could safely admit that there aren't a whole bunch of ugly people who attend this school. So, who is it that had the hots for him? It has to be someone who's got access to money. They either work after school or come from a wealthy background. That easily scratches off a number of candidates.

Throughout the rest of class, Inuyasha's mind is elsewhere, daydreaming over who his devoted fan is. Maybe one of the cheerleaders? Inuyasha wouldn't put it past Kagome being the one doing it. He heard through the grapevine that she had a thing for him. But he could have sworn she was dating Miroku and Kagome's not the kind of girl to cheat. The other girl would be Shiori, the cheerleader captain and damn if she didn't have body on her. Inuyasha almost hopes it is her. He's crushed on her off and on since the sixth grade.

"Psst, I said psst!"

Inuyasha annoyingly cuts his eyes towards Bankotsu. He lifts his eyebrow to acknowledge he's listening.

"Wanna do a stakeout?"

The hanyou's ears perk and he whispers. "Do what now?"

"Ya know, spy on your locker, stick around after school to see who's leaving you all of this stuff."

That . . . didn't seem like a bad idea. It'd make sense for his admirer to leave the gifts when the school's gone ghost. They could lurk around the corner by the stairwell. Nobody will notice them there. So, why not? He smirks and nods.

"Cool, we doin' this today?"

"Shoot yeah. I ain't got squat to do. This'll be interesting."

The pair pound fists and eagerly await the rest of the day out. The hours ticked by at a snail's pace too. Inuyasha was antsy throughout the rest of the school day. Each time a class ended, he'd powerwalk to his locker to grab his things—and sort of hope to find something new in his locker.

Each time, he wasn't disappointed. There were love letters discreetly shoved through the ridge openings, all written in blue ink cursive. Inuyasha tucked each one in his chest pocket, would wait until class starts, then ask to go to the bathroom to read over the notes. Inuyasha gushed and blushed over each one like a little girl.

Baby,

I hope your day's going well. I thought about you all day. Everything about you drives me crazy. Your face, your hair, your personality, your body, you're so perfect. I never knew what a craving was until the day I realized how sexy you are. At night I dream about us. The way you'll one day share your love with me, how incredibly sensuous and deep it'll be. I'll savor every tantalizing caress; every pleasurable moan. I'm addicted to your scent, your walk, your swagger, your everything. You're my everything. I can't wait to hold you in my arms someday. You're my fantasy come true. Be mine one day, like I'll be for you.

Signed,

Your One and Only.

This one is Inuyasha's absolute favorite. He sighs lovingly over the sweet words and hugs it to his chest. This is too much. He has to know who his One and Only is. For a month he's dealt with this and out of respect, he didn't want to ruin the person's privacy. But he can't wait anymore. Inuyasha so desperately wants to know. And he fully intends to find out.

"I gotta tell ya man, had I known this shit would turn out borin', I wouldn't have came up with this idea."

Inuyasha looks over his shoulder. "Well, too bad now. You should've never brought it up 'cause I was fine not knowing who they were."

Bankotsu lets out a long, dry, frustrated sigh and repositions himself on the stair. They stayed after school, pretending to help Mrs. Kaede clean out her classroom. It provided them with the perfect alibi to any wandering teachers and faculty wondering why they hadn't gone home yet. It's been well over two hours since school let out and the only folks left here were the basketball team, the custodian workers, the teachers, and club members.

"What if they don't show up?"

"Then I'm gonna kick your ass outta principle," Inuyasha says simply. " I'm hungry as Hell. Shit, I could be at home right now eatin' my mama's baked spaghetti, but nah, I'm sitting here with your retarded ass."

"Fuck you," Bankotsu replies bored and the pair continue on with their stakeout.

Another thirty or so minutes zoom by with little activity in the halls. Once, Inuyasha saw the custodian lingering near his locker and almost started crying. If he found out his secret admirer is some crummy old crone like Mr. Miyoga, he didn't know what he'd do with himself. Luckily the old man keeps moping down the hall after polishing the locker doors. The next thing to happen was the school president Hojo stopping directly in front of Inuyasha's locker and digging around his book bag. Now, the book worm wouldn't have been Inuyasha's first choice, but he isn't bad to look at. His mama would certainly approve that's for sure. Alas, Hojo keeps it trucking after fishing out his car keys and whistling a happy tune as he left.

There were hardly any other suspects left in the school. Inuyasha was on the verge of giving up hope when the double doors leading to the gymnasium burst open. A handful of the basketball team emerged, talking loud and proud over the results of today's practice. Inuyasha motioned for Bankotsu to duck behind the stone railing as the team strolled on.

In the midst of the crew, Inuyasha's eyes immediately fall on Sesshomaru. He's smirking at something Koga Wolfe jokes over and joins in the group's in laughter. It's a contagious laugh too. Inuyasha's smiling, then catches himself and replaces it with his signature scowl. He watches over them carefully for any signs of one of them possibly being his secret admirer. If so, he would have hit the jackpot. Every single member of the basketball team is smoking. Koga Wolfe, Hoshiyomi Naga, Hiten Richmond, Hakudoshi Senko, Tskuyomaru Howell, and Ryura Knight were among the crew Sesshomaru usually kept company with and they were the ones traveling down the hall.

So far, none of them has stopped. Inuyasha's ears drooped as they all disappeared out the door. No one stopped. Disappointed, he lowers on the stair and blows out an irritated sigh. So much for this plan bearing fruit. He'd thought they were surely find out who was leaving him the gifts. Maybe they would have better luck if they tried tomorrow. There would be a whole new crop of possibilities since most of the clubs held meetings on Thursdays.

He makes to stand, but is immediately snatched down.

"The fuck—" he begins to snap, but is shushed. He blinks at Bankotsu, frowning questioningly at the guy's pale expression.

Bankotsu shakily raises a finger to his mouth. "Mannnnn, you won't believe this shit. . ." He gestures for Inuyasha to turn around.

The hanyou gulps. He's scared to now. Bankotsu's face is positively ghost stricken. Inuyasha's tempted to keep facing the opposite direction to keep the mystery a mystery, but Bankotsu wasn't having any of that. He roughly twists Inuyasha's head around to face the hall.

Inuyasha is struck mute. He can't breathe. He can't hear. Can't see beyond the individual kissing the envelop that's stuffed inside his locker. Inuyasha's back slams against the stairwell's stone rail, petrified. His heart raced at Mach five speed, close to shutting down his life. Inuyasha clutches at his chest, breathing set above average repetitions because why in the fucking Hell did he just see this evil ass motherfucka' pushing his love-felt messages inside Inuyasha's locker?

"Oh shit, oh fuck, oh God," Inuyasha groaned, blinked, then quickly shuffled around to see if his admirer—no, damn that. His evil twisted ass bully was still there. Nope, he was gone. Long gone. Inuyasha sunk all the way to the floor, covering his face, chanting a miserable, "No, no, no, no, no, nooooooo!"

Bankotsu made a cross over his chest and kissed it to the ceiling. "Jesus take the wheel, I can't even with this one." The human shakes his head pitifully at his best friend's dilemma. He can count his lucky stars that he's never been on the receiving end of Sesshomaru's abuse, but he's been there to help Inuyasha recover from each incident. "Bro. . . Sesshomaru?"

Fucking Hell, Inuyasha was still reeling. Nothing beyond the scope of reality could have prepared him for this load of bullshit. Sesshomaru? This fool hated his guts, the very air he breathes. Shit, the guy used to smack Inuyasha around for walking on the same dirt as him. Now he suddenly catches himself trying to be this love-struck Romeo.

Nah, to hell with that shit.

"Fuck this shit I'm out, no thanks." Inuyasha gathers his belongings and makes a fast beeline for the backdoor. He wasn't going to risk possibly running into Sesshomaru on the way out. He circles around the whole school, walks down the track path, then goes up the hill to the parking lot.

A trip he traveled alone because Bankotsu didn't care how fucked up his reality was. Inuyasha climbs inside his best friend's care, reclines the passenger's seat and wallows the rest of the trip home.

The fucking biggest asshole of the century is his secret admirer. Ain't this a bitch?

TBC: To those of you who may be interested, I'm always working on a Bagheera/Shere Khan fic that I sincerely hope you'll give a shot once it's posted. I recommend reading the one-shot first since the story will be a sequel to it. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter. I'll correct my mistakes after work. Thanks for reading. More to come soon!