My Childhood Friend, Love Interest, and Teacher
Rin POV:
I could tell I wasn't sleeping soundly. When did that happen anymore? I flipped over abruptly, knowing somewhere in my subconscious that I could wake up if I wanted to. However, this was the only time I got to see Sesshomaru anymore: In my dreams.
In my dream, a 15 year old Sesshomaru walked home a 9 year old me. We were returning from his house, me having walked there back when I could visit to him anytime I pleased, which to a nine year old with no limits, was daily. He lived in my neighborhood at that time. My grandpa had known his dad and I was introduced to him at a young age.
He was my best friend, at least one-sidedly. I never quiet found out what he thought of me; the age difference was amazing considering he was already entering his second year of high school while I was just starting fourth grade. He never showed any distaste for my company though. He always treated me like his adorable childhood friend. My imagination, however, got the better of me and I often imagined us getting married one day.
He held my hand on the way, mostly because a younger and shameless me had guilted him into it by saying that I would get lost or stolen. He laughed it off at first, but to show that I meant business, I purposely ran off during a brief moment while he wasn't looking. When he found me, he cursed under his breath in annoying, though he sounded more relieved than anything, and took my hand. It'd been the same ever since. It wasn't that I couldn't make the journey. It was only a couple blocks and I did it alone every day on the way over when he wasn't with me. I think in his eyes, it was more that if something so simple would make me happy, why not comply?
On this particular walk, I was once again imagining our extremely unlikely, however, in my eyes, almost destined, wedding day. Sesshomaru saw the thoughtful look in my eyes, and being as impatient as he was, definitely wasn't going to not inquire my expression.
"What's up with you?"
I looked up at him, blushing, before turning away. "Nothing."
Sesshomaru bent down, looking me playfully in the eyes. "Rin, you know as well as I do that I can get you to admit to anything, willing or not."
I grimaced. He was 100% right. I had no fight in me when it came to him asking me a question with any amount of seriousness in his eyes.
"Fine. But if I have to tell you, you have to make me a promise." I stated. I wasn't about to tell him one of my most embarrassing secrets without him giving something in return.
He nodded, almost mockingly.
I struggled for words, before finally decided to put it plainly, into one statement so that I wouldn't have time to regret it.
"You have to promise to wait for me. Wait until I'm old enough, and when I am, you have to marry me. It doesn't matter how ugly I get in the future, a promise is a promise." It all came out in a rush, though I was sure he understood by how intently he seemed to be listening and the sudden sound of his laughter afterwards.
"You'll never be ugly, Rin. I see you get prettier and prettier every day. Why would you need me when I'm sure you must have at least three boyfriends in your class?"
I pleaded with myself not to let his flattery effect the color in my cheeks. I was almost positive I'd failed, but kept my strict façade anyways. "Promise"
"Promise." He stated, playfully holding a hand up as if taking a vow in court.
I smiled, as we continued walking. "Promise, promise?"
He thumped me on the head, laughing as I quickly checked the area for a bump. "A promise is a promise, just like you said."
I intended on him keeping that promise too, for years after that, I never gave up on his promise to one day marry me.
I grinned, excited that the image of us at the altar had just become more reachable. At that moment, Sesshomaru's expression changed as he began waving at a girl who I didn't quiet recognize leaning against a car that appeared to be hers. Was she older than him? A good kind of older: Seventeen at the oldest. She waved back cheerfully.
The girl was pretty, to my dismay, and she seemed nice according to her enthusiasm. I didn't mind her, however, figuring she was merely a friend of Sesshomaru's and knowing that I shouldn't make enemies where they aren't needed. Sesshomaru, however, decided that the girl needed much more acknowledgement than a wave.
He looked down at me, almost as though I was troublesome for the first time in my life. "Do you think you could walk the rest of the way by yourself?" He asked.
I tried not to show my dismay as I nodded and walked around him. I could feel his eyes on my back not even for a second before he turned his attention to the other girl, who I wasn't sure whether or not to classify as a rival yet.
"Who was that little girl? She was cute." The girl asked him.
"One of my neighbors." He replied, before quickly abandoning the subject. "So what's been up? I've been wanted to hang out for a while but I never see you around anymore."
"Not much. I've just been working a lot." I saw the flirty undertone to her voice that he seemed to be going along with.
I tried to block that part out internally. I woke up to the sound of my cell phone. I was actually relieved to not have to remember the rest of that dream. All of my dreams of Sesshomaru were merely memories, some that I didn't like recalling. I looked at the time seeing that it was only a couple minutes before I had to get up anyways. I considered sleeping in before deciding that was pointless since I was already sitting up.
I jumped out of bed, rather quickly considering I was still slightly upset because of the dream I'd just woken up from. I could still remember Sesshomaru perfectly, though I hadn't seen him in four years. He'd left when I was twelve to go to college to pursue his teaching career. He should have gotten out of college this semester though, I wouldn't know considering he'd stopped calling less than a year after he left. Christmas Break had just ended and I was excited about getting back to see my friends. I wasn't quite popular…by my standards. Everyone seemed to expect things out of me, things I didn't feel I was obligated to do. I don't like to fight; disrespect teachers; sleep around; do drugs, yet everyone treated me the same as the most popular girl in school, Yuka, who did happen to do all of those things.
My real friends, however, as in the ones who treated me the same even in junior high when I wasn't very well liked at all, were the ones I treasured most. I had no idea what the reason was for people changing their views of me. Perhaps it was that I had apparently become "pretty" by high school standards, though the definition of beauty was debatable. I considered myself quite average: Long black hair that was bi-polar as to whether it wanted to be straight or wavy day-to-day, chocolate brown eyes, extremely light skin no matter the season, and a…not bad body. I'd been a runner since middle school and had found out I had quite a knack for it. I'd soon gotten nicely toned legs and my butt was quite large for my stature of 5' 1", which I didn't so much mind, some girls were mean about it though. I was a C cup, not much bigger than normal for someone my size. I'd never measured my waist since I'd never been insecure about it before. By the age most girls become insecure about that kind of thing, I already had way too many guys making guesses on my measurements to give them what they want by taking my real measurements.
I walked to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I towel dried my hair when I got out and brushed my teeth. I wiped my mouth off on the towel draped over my shoulder before going back to my room.
*Pictures of Rin and Sesshomaru's outfit's on my profile* I walked to my dresser and roughly pulled out a black shirt with a bear picture on the front. I opened my drawer and unfolded a pair of white skinny jeans that could match pretty much anything. I picked up one of my favorite pairs of shoes, red with simple cartoons on the side, which went well with the top. I let my pajamas drop to the floor and quickly changed into my outfit for the day.
I took a quick look in the mirror, realizing my hair was decidedly wavy today. I had about twenty minutes left before I had to leave. I wondered whether I should take a quick nap, knowing that as soon as I got to school I would be falling asleep in all my classes, however, most of the time I was able to do away with my drowsiness after first period. I looked at my small collection of makeup given to me by my mother about a year ago on my shelf, untouched, contemplating using my last twenty minutes, my nap time, on that. I'd never used make-up, having grown up with two brothers I'd never asked anyone to teach me. I didn't really want to learn.
All of my girl friends had encouraged me to try to try it since last year, my older brothers, however, both protective, wouldn't have it, saying it was hard to find a girl with natural beauty nowadays and that I was perfect the way I was. I chose to give into my brothers requests to keep me innocent and didn't touch it. I went back to sleep for the next fifteen minutes, having set my phone alarm, and woke up five minutes before I had to leave. I grabbed my bag and jogged downstairs, though not quite in a hurry. I looked to the kitchen table on my way out, having something catch my attention. There was a granola bar and a Starbucks coffee sitting next to it. I smiled, picking up the paper obviously left by whoever left me breakfast.
"Have a good day at school, Shorty." It read. The nickname made it obvious that it was left by the older of my two brothers, probably before he left for work this morning.
I ate the granola bar on my way out the door, throwing the wrapper in the outside trashcan. I took a small drink of coffee, wondering if he's purposely bought French vanilla, knowing it was my favorite. The walk to school wasn't long. I found Kagome and Sango quickly, a few of my real friends. We walked together, discussing our breaks. I didn't mention a lot, knowing they'd probably been saving much more to talk about today and I didn't want to interrupt them. As I got to my first period class, I took the last drink of my coffee, allowing Kagome and Sango to continue on to their own classes. I decided I didn't want coffee breath; I pulled a stick of gum out of my backpack and attempted to make a basket in the trash with my glass coffee container. I missed, not surprise there. I was surprised, however, when I didn't hear the clang of it hitting the floor. I looked down to see it'd landed on someone's foot. I looked up in shock.
"I'm so sorry!..." Was all I could manage before I saw the face of the person it had landed on. I knew that face. It was the face that haunted my dreams every night
"Hello Rin." Sesshomaru's low, familiar voice echoed in my ears. I hadn't heard it in three years. Just those two words made to want to drop to my knees. However, another side of me wanted to hit him until I was hurting, to repay him for the three years of neglect he'd given me. "Is this your class?"
I nodded, shakily, my eyes not leaving his; curious as to whether this was another dream. Had I not woken from my nap this morning?
"Well then I suppose I'll be your homeroom teacher this semester." He said with a slight smile. Nothing like I'd seen from him before. It was such a casual smile, a smile you would give any of your students, not to someone you'd known for twelve years before deciding you don't want to have anything to do with their life.
He noticed I wasn't moving, so decided to take the first step inside the class. As I saw him walk in, my brain began to recover from shock and was willing to recognize what he'd just said to me. 'I'm your homeroom teacher'!
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