Series: Inuyasha

Universe: Modern Highschool AU

Pairing: Eventual SessKag, Onesided KagInu

Rating: PG-13 ( For now, susceptible to change).

Disclaimer: Inuyasha and its characters are the intellectual property of one Rumiko Takahashi. I only make bad fanfiction about it.

Author's notes: I know some of you were expecting sequels for other drabbles but I'm kinda stuck on those and wanted to write something else so here. Setting up yet another mini series inside this compilation.

PS: This will be a multi-part series, divided into a mini drabbles within themselves that will potentially lead to some minor-adult smut. DEAL.

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The sun was beginning to set over the horizon, casting long, dark shadows over the empty classroom floor.

On the far end of the room, his back facing the clean whiteboard, a man leaned back in his chair with a tired sigh. Yellow eyes, dull from hours of staring at papers, gazed unfocusedly at the ceiling. Perhaps, he mulled in his mind sluggishly, that had been enough grading for the day. He would continue with the rest during the weekend and hand the graded essays next Monday. Besides, his students would be much too worried about the midterm test he had scheduled for the next day to even think about their grades on that week's homework.

Getting up from his chair stiffly, the man stretched his long limbs, opening his mouth in a large yawn. Had any students been around, they would have been alarmed to see their usually composed teacher acting rather inelegantly. For his part, the young educator was far too tired to care. He grabbed the freshly printed tests and knelt next to the metal file cabinet alongside his desk. Fiddling with his keychain for a few moments, he let out a soft grunt of victory as he found the right key and, with deft fingers, unlocked the drawer. The tests were unceremoniously stuffed into a file holder without a second thought and he closed the drawer, locking it once more. He checked the lock was set and, once satisfied, rose to his feet and began to put away his laptop and papers inside his messenger bag.

Many on the staff had accused him of being overly paranoid in his methods, going as far as locking every single drawer in his classroom. But he had hung around enough teenagers (and had even raised a rowdy teenage brother all by himself) to know the desperate lengths to which students were willing to go to get a good grade on his tests.

Admittedly, they would not be half so desperate if he didn't make the tests so bloody difficult. The teahcer paused in his clean-up, pondered his poor student's predicament for a second, then shrugged to himself. It wasn't his problem if they didn't pay attention in class.

A noise from outside caught his attention. His eyes, deep amber in the red light of the sun, shot up and scanned the windows. His classroom was on a first floor, strange for high school teacher, but he wasn't one to complain. It meant he was closer to the exit in case of an emergency, and would be more available to help out in any situation. But it also meant that it was a prime target for vandalism.

He couldn't see the shadows of any hooligans from where he stood. Had that window in the corner opened slightly? Terse seconds passed, and he hesitated, wondering if he should walk up to the windows and see if there was someone-

His pocket buzzed loudly. Suddenly drawn from the situation, the man looked down and reached into his pants, pulling out his cellphone. Pale white eyebrows furrowed, as he recognized the newest text message as coming from his brother. Strange, since the boy rarely texted him…

'U coming home yet? Starving'

The man lifted one elegant eyebrow, unimpressed. Of course his useless sibling would text him for food. He shook his head, bangs moving side to side. The boy was like a dog sometimes.

Done with his duties for the day and ready to head home, the young teacher crossed the classroom in long, light strides but stopped at the doorway. He gave one last suspicious stare at the window.

Perhaps…he wondered suspiciously.

He closed his eyes and shaking his head once more scoffed, before crossing the threshold into the school hallway and locking the door behind him with a final click. The soft clack of his designer shoes echoed down the hall and disappeared, and the classroom was completely silent. The wind rustled outside, as the room was bathed in deep reds and golds, casting the desks in soft light. Seconds ticked by like this until…

"I think he's gone." A rough voice whispered.

The window on the far end of the classroom opened soundlessly. It used to squeak noisily, but they had made sure to grease it beforehand.

Two figures eased their way inside the room through the open sill. The first moved with practiced stealth, the alert movements of a body well used to sneaking around. The second was less graceful, clumsily inching through the small opening with terrified wariness, clearly hoping not to stumble or make any noise. This small window of opportunity – both literal and metaphorical - as the teachers left for the day and the campus security started their shift was the only chance they had. If the teacher somehow heard them, they would be discovered before they could finish their mission. Stealth was the operative word, and they moved like shadows against the setting sun.

One of the figures, a tall male, skulked over to the teacher's desk. Wide yellow eyes scanned the clean surface, looking for something, and squinting gleefully when they landed on a paperclip. Grabbing it, the boy carefully rearranged its shape with practiced fingers and shuffled around the desk to squat next to the large grey cabinet. The smaller figure, a girl, watched hesitantly from the windowsill. On slightly trembling legs, she edged towards the crouching boy picking the cabinet lock.

"Inuyasha?" she whispered, and her breath was uneven. Inuyasha didn't answer, concentrated on the paperclip moving the gears of the lock.

She wrung her hands uneasily, throwing nervous glances toward the locked door that led to the school hallway. Was she imagining a silhouette peeking inside? Looking back at her accomplice with anxious blue eyes, sweat accumulating under her bangs, she tried to catch his attention again.

"Inuyasha, maybe I should stand guard by the door. You know, in case someone comes back?"

Inuyasha didn't bother looking up. "Kagome, will you relax? No one's coming back."

Kagome wasn't reassured in the slightest by his gruff reply. Leave it to headstrong Inuyasha to not feel any fear in the face of expulsion. After all, if they were caught stealing the answers for the tests tomorrow, it would be both of their academic careers on the line.

Kagome tried again, kneeling ever so slightly down to look at what he was doing.

"I still think I should go check. We could get in a lot of trouble."

"We'll be fine. I got this"

"But what if Taisho-sensei comes back for something-"

Inuyasha slammed his fist against the metal drawer, startling her. "For fucks sake, Kagome! Do you see anything worth coming back for in here?" he snapped in a low hiss. Kagome shook her head, eyes wide. She wasn't used to the young man raising his voice at her. Inuyasha scoffed and went back to trying to pick the lock. "Now shut your trap, dummy. I can't concentrate with you yapping in my ear."

Kagome bit her lips, both out of obedience and to stop the barrage of insults from spilling out of her mouth. Inuyasha had the knack to always hurt her with the simplest combination of words. But now was not the time to berate him; they had to move quickly. As loathe as she was to admit it, the raven-haired girl needed Inuyasha's help to pull this off.

Correction, she and Kikyo, her twin sister, both needed him.

After all, this was their idea to begin with. Happy as Inuyasha was to continue flunking this particular class, Kikyo and Kagome had reputations to uphold as straight-A students.

Although leave it to Kikyo to conveniently have archery practice on the day we planned on stealing the tests, Kagome mentally grumbled, unkindly. Her sister, Kikyo, was the mastermind behind all of this, and had even roped their childhood friend Inuyasha into their little scheme. Most recognized Kikyo as the older and most responsible of the two Higurashi twins, but Kagome knew the mild-mannered girl could be a conniving little thing when she wanted to.

Kagome watched anxiously as the white-haired youth struggled with the paper clip, pushing and twisting mercilessly, but the cabinet remained stubbornly shut.

"Goddammit!" Inuyasha hissed under his breath.

This was taking too long. Precious seconds ticked away and any moment now they would be discovered.

"Inuyasha-" Kagome whispered hurriedly.

"Just give me a sec, Kagome. I almost got it! I just-"

"Inuyasha." she tried again more forcibly, putting a halting hand on his shoulder and catching his frustrated eyes. "Maybe this is a sign."

Inuyasha shrugged off her hand, looking down at the bent clip with contempt. "Don't be dense. This always works. Its's just this stupid paperclip…" he trailed off, bending and twisting the tortured piece of metal.

It was Kagome's turn to scoff and shake her head at him. "Just because it works in movies, doesn't mean it'll work in real life, you dumbass!"

Inuyasha's head whipped up at that, eyebrows raised at the profanity coming out of Kagome's mouth.

Kagome forged on, the words leaving her in a rush. "I just don't think…I'm not sure if I'm this desperate to get a good grade. We could both get in serious trouble, Yasha." She finished, falling into the casual pet-name she always used when they were younger, more innocent. It felt like so long ago.

Inuyasha's eyes softened, probably remembering the same carefree days of their childhood, and remained quiet for a moment.

And then Kagome heard soft chuckling and looked up to find Inuyasha smiling at her, shaking his head.

"You've always been such a crybaby, Kagome." the white-haired boy teased, although there was no malice in his tone. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her close until Kagome's forehead rested in the protective nook of his neck. Kagome squeaked at the sudden proximity, but Inuyasha was still talking. "The test is practically in our hands, I'm not backing out now. If I did, it would mean failing you and Kikyo, and I couldn't live with that.

Blood rushed to her cheeks with burning intensity, and Kagome shut her eyes tightly. Shy fingers wrapped around the front of his school uniform, not wanting to let this moment pass. Inuyasha…

But all too soon, Inuyasha pulled away, looking at her with that famous intense determination he always had.

"I promise that if this drawer doesn't open in the next three minutes, we'll leave. But please give me a chance to help you guys." He breathed, his eyebrows drawn down, his face resolute. Realization fell upon her as Kagome considered him, knowing that she would not be able to convince him to drop the matter, not that she felt inclined to.

Actually, at the moment all thoughts of tests and grades and thievery had abandoned her. Instead they were replaced with all of those girlish fantasies she had harbored since early youth, and they were all crowding into this moment because-

-Inuyasha was unbearably close to her. His face was mere inches apart, and if Kagome only tilted her head, even just a bit…

Her face became even hotter. Leave it to her brain to think of inappropriate things when there were more important matters at hand. They were in the midst of criminal activity, and all Kagome could think off was kissing her best friend, the boy she had secretly loved for the past god-knows-how-many years. Out of all the scenarios she had imagined confessing in, engaging in theft was certainly not one of them. But Kagome didn't know if she would ever have such an intimate moment with the boy again. It was now or never.

"Inuyasha…?" she faltered, voice wavering.

The boy looked up questioningly, his eyes beautiful, like melted gold. He was so handsome, and fierce and annoying and wonderful, and a million other things that she loved.

Kagome opened her mouth-

-And never knew what she would've said after, because suddenly the handle to the classroom door started twisting.

Inuyasha's ever-perceptive ears caught it, and he grabbed the petite raven and dragged her under the desk in one smooth motion. Before Kagome could protest about the rough treatment, he clasped a hand over her mouth and hissed, "Quiet! Someone's coming!"

Kagome instantly stilled, heartbeat loud against her eardrums as she strained to listen.

The door opened with a deafening click and creaked loudly as light streamed across the floor. Whoever had opened the door walked slowly, the subtle clack of shoes making their way to their hiding spot with calculated rhythm. Suddenly they stopped right in front of the desk.

Silence stretched on, and Kagome was sure that her heart was trying to beat its way out of her chest. If they were caught, she and Inuyasha would face expulsion and it would be her fault! She shut her eyes tightly, willing the person to go away, to pick-up whatever they had forgotten and leave without being none the wiser about their presence in the room.

Inuyasha's phone buzzed.

Both teens stared at each other wide-eyed. They hoped the vibrating sound wasn't as loud to the other person as it was to them.

It buzzed again, and Inuyasha cursed under his breath.

"You know little brother, if you won't answer my messages, at least have the decency to stand and face me."

Inuyasha cursed again, out loud this time. There was no mistaking that voice. Putting a finger to his lips so Kagome saw the gesture, Inuyasha carefully disentangled himself from the petite raven and rose to his feet. The white-haired teen shoved his hands into his pockets and gave his teacher a cocky grin.

"You caught me, big bro." Inuyasha growled in that rough voice of his, making his way around the desk and towards the familiar man with yellow eyes in long confident strides.

Sesshoumaru's face betrayed no emotion as his younger brother walked up to him, completely unabashed at having been caught sneaking into school.

"Inuyasha, this is a curious place to search for food if you were hungry." Sesshoumaru observed, lifting his phone and referencing the text message he had received earlier. Inuyasha forced out a laugh, rubbing the back of his head in an act of sheepish embarrassment.

"Thought I'd play a prank on you, but as always you're too smart for me, Sesshoumaru."

"Indeed." Sesshoumaru agreed blandly. "Although I fail to see how your prank would have panned out without your target even being in the same room."

"Well, it didn't work obviously, so let's just forget this and go home, alright? You can ground me when we get there or whatever." the younger boy offered offhandedly.

Meanwhile, Kagome had been completely quiet throughout the entire exchange. Inuyasha was walking away, and with a jolt of her heart, Kagome realized he was leading Sesshoumaru away from her. He was planning on taking the blame by himself!

Sesshoumaru made a sound of acknowledgement on the back of his throat, but did not move from his spot. "I would like nothing more than to leave for our home, Inuyasha. But first…" Yellow eyes slid from Inuyasha's anxious face to the top of the wooden desk. "Tell your friend she can stop hiding."

A silence settled between them.

Laughing nervously, Inuyasha asked, "What friend?"

Rigid yellow eyes fixed the fidgeting youth with a hard stare, clearly no longer amused with the stunt. Turning away from the sweating face of his younger sibling, Sesshoumaru walked up to the wooden furniture and knocked on the surface, causing the figure underneath to jump and bump it's head on the roof of the desk. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Sesshoumaru had to hide back a smile.

"You may rise, Miss Higurashi." he proclaimed confidently.

Timidly, a fluffy head appeared into view, until the rest of the body followed shortly and the figure very slowly got up. Sesshoumaru noticed with amusement the remarkable shade of red her face was turning into. This time though, he did look mildly surprised.

"I was expecting the other Miss Higurashi." Sesshoumaru admitted outloud, eyeing Kagome with faint curiosity, then humming under his breath. "Although, I suppose finding you here instead should be no surprise either."

A mixture of emotions stirred inside the young raven, the most prominent being perplexed. It always unnerved her how Sesshoumaru could consistently tell her and her sister apart, when even her own mother struggled with it sometimes. Besides Inuyasha, nobody else had bothered to try, and she always burned to ask how it was that he always knew. Instead she asked, "How did you know I was hiding under the desk?"

"You mean, how did I know that my brother was not smart enough to mastermind this very crude, albeit ambitious, attempt to steal the answers to the test?" her teacher corrected flatly.

"Hey!" An offended Inuyasha shouted from his spot. Sesshoumaru ignored him, pinning down the squirming girl with a fierce stare.

"Try as I might to encourage him, Inuyasha unfortunately doesn't care that he is currently failing my class. Despite the tragic state of his grades though, he would never dream of stealing the tests. And he would also not take the test for someone else's gain and profit. That is…" he continued, taking a step closer to the girl, causing her to tilt her head back slightly to retain eye contact. "…unless that someone else was your sister or you."

Kagome gulped. Sesshoumaru might not be the most affectionate brother - he was certainly winning no awards for Sibling of the Year - but she knew deep down he cared for Inuyasha. He must've, seeing as he had taken sole custody of the boy at the tender age of 16. As such, it would come as no surprise that he would be understandably upset with the Higurashi twins for getting him mixed up in this sort of situation.

It wasn't that Inuyasha was a saint by any stretch of the imagination – he was a juvenile delinquent in the making if Kagome ever saw one. That been said, Inuyasha was also a kind, loyal, and caring boy who tried to do what was right for his friends, at the cost of his own reputation. The fact that Kikyo and Kagome had dragged him into something potentially criminal - well, that just made them sucky friends…

Kagome glanced past her teacher to the frowning boy standing beyond her, at the boy she claimed she loved, and swallowing her fear came to a decision.

"Actually…" she started, rapidly organizing her thoughts. Both brothers were studying her, Inuyasha wary and Sesshoumaru inquisitive. Kagome gathered her courage and plunged on. "Actually, Inuyasha didn't plan this, at all, Taisho-sensei. I did!" Kagome proclaimed, and she was kind of proud that her voice didn't waver.

"Kagome!" Inuyasha reprimanded, but Kagome ignored him.

"And my sister Kikyo too! We both ordered Inuyasha to help us steal the tests-"

There was a growl and a bang as Inuyasha slammed his fist on the tabletop of one of the chairs.

"Kikyo had nothing to do with this!" Inuyasha snarled, and Kagome's mouth snapped shut so fast her teeth clacked.

Inuyasha was really angry now, a mad fire burning in his bright yellow eyes. "Not that we're 'fessing up or anything, but if you gotta blame someone, this was all on Kagome and me. I convinced Kagome to come with me and help steal the tests. But leave Kikyo out of it." He gave Kagome a side-eyed glare and the girl visibly flinched.

So he was willing to protect one twin over the other…?

Sesshoumaru pointedly ignored his younger brother's outburst, his stoic disposition untouched, and turned piercing yellow eyes on the petite girl before him. "I expected as much from a wrongdoer like my brother. And even , though it may surprise you to hear it, from your sister, Kikyo… but you?" he breathed softly, almost accusingly, and he peered at her with such scolding familiarity, like he did for all of her younger years when she and Kikyo would come over to their house to play. Back then, Sesshoumaru would look down his perfectly short and straight nose at a giggly six-year old Kagome as she played cops and thieves with Inuyasha and her sister. His lip would curl in distaste at how sweaty and dirty the trio would become and he walk away unimpressed to do cool eleven-year-old things. He had always made her feel small then, and he was making her feel small now.

Sesshoumaru shook his head, and Kagome saw with heartbreak his face morph into one of betrayed discontent. "I am disappointed, Kagome."

Kagome hung her head, cheeks burning with shame. Eyes shut tight, she tried to pretend that she was not standing in that room, caught by a man she had always desperately wanted to be acknowledged by, or that two pairs of yellow eyes were judging her for completely different reasons. Kagome was not very good at pretending though.

The sun finished setting across the horizon, and the classroom was drowned in shadows and darkness, much like Kagome's mind.

Like a living marble statue that had walked out of a museum, Sesshoumaru Taisho was generously built, evidenced by the muscles on his exposed forearms whenever he rolled up his sleeves during class – much to the general joy of every single girl (and a few guys) of the classroom. Taisho-sensei was always finely dressed, wearing a button-up white shirt with a red tie and indigo dress pants. His hair was long, a rarity among adult men, and to make it even more of a stand-out was a natural platinum white. This should have disqualified him as a teacher, seeing as some may have considered it too flashy. But he wore it with such confidence that it suited him to perfection and Kagome could not picture him with any other hairstyle.

He was somber, though amiable, and was quick with a good-natured comeback whenever any of the male students wanted to get smart with him. Only a handful of years older than his pupils, it made it easier for them to relate to the suave older man, but not enough to disrespect him. Taisho-sensei's aura commanded a sense of admiration and awe among the students and staff, and it was only natural that he would become their school idol.

At this moment though, he was not Kagome Higurashi's favorite person.

"Detention?!" Kagome screeched.

Sesshoumaru's eyebrow twitched, the only pain indicator at her high pitch. Kagome bit her lip, chagrined; she forgot how sensitive the Taisho sibling's hearing was.

"Yes, Higurashi, detention. Every Friday after school for the rest of the semester." He clarified as he surreptitiously drew his hand up and massaged the outside of his eardrum.

It was exactly a week after she and Inuyasha had been caught, and she currently found herself sitting in Taisho-sensei's office during lunch-break period. She had thought that being pulled away from Pizza Friday at the cafeteria was bad enough, but this?

About to protest at the unfairness of the punishment, Kagome opened her mouth, when Sesshoumaru pinned her down with two piercing yellow eyes. "Would you rather face suspension like Inuyasha?" he proposed darkly.

Kagome's rant withered on her tongue like sizzling Alka-Seltzer and she shut her mouth, immediately chastised. Both her and Inuyasha had been spared the unforgiving rod of expulsion, thanks in large part to a lot of string-pulling by Sesshoumaru. Despite being his own flesh and blood (or perhaps because of it) Inuyasha had been given a week's worth of suspension for the event. The rebellious white-haired teen might not have cared too much, but Kagome didn't need something like that on her academic record, especially if she wanted to go to med school. Pressing her lips into a grim line, she looked down at the floor.

"No, Taisho-sensei. I would not." She murmured listlessly, answering his question.

Sesshoumaru sized the girl up with a calculating look, in the same lazy fashion that a lion assesses a gazelle. Kagome squirmed in her seat, blushing. It wasn't that she was attracted to Sesshoumaru (and she wouldn't be wrong to be, considering how handsome he was), but his eyes were so similar to Inuyasha's… it did something strange to her heart. But then again, Inuyasha never looked at her so closely like this, analyzed every single part of her, yellow eyes scanning her up and down like burning laser beams that made her squeeze her thighs –

"See, Higurashi? You're not as dumb as you believe yourself to be." Sesshoumaru abruptly spoke up, and Kagome glared up at the sting, all heated thoughts abandoning her in an instant. How could she compare this cruel bastard to Inuyasha!?

Sesshoumaru was standing up, his long and toned body cutting an impressive figure in the cramped office. "I must head back to class, as should you unless you wish to add "skipping" to your budding list of petty felonies." Kagome shook her head mutely as he walked past her. "Good. Well, Higurashi, I expect to see you here today after class to start your first session."

"Today!?" Kagome called after him. No, no, she had made plans to go to the movies with Inuyasha and Kikyo today! "But it's the weekend! Can't this punishment wait until next Friday?"

Sesshoumaru stopped at the doorway, and Kagome swore she saw the hint of a smirk in his Adonis face. "Do not be late." Sesshoumaru warned kindly, and continued down the hallway, leaving a very peeved Kagome in his wake.

Detention. For the rest of the school year. With the brother of the boy she was head over heels for. No amount of Pizza Friday could erase the sour taste in her mouth that the news left.

It was going to be a long semester.

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