Chapter 2

He hadn't really thought about what Sesshomaru's place would look like. He didn't know if it was a house, an apartment- which if it was, was going to be complicated because as far as he could remember, Japanese apartments were tiny- or if it was something else entirely. But one thing was sure, he didn't expect him to live in a huge fucking penthouse.

"Holy crap!" he blurted out, looking around the living space around himself. It was so spacious, and looked like it could belong to the Kardashians for god's sake.

"Who are the Kardashians?" Sesshomaru asked, hanging up his coat and hat. He hadn't realized he had all of his hair in his hat, making him think it was really short but actually it was so long it looked like a river of white cascading down his back.

"Who are the who? Oh." He said the Kardashian thing out loud. Whoops. "Um, just this really rich family in America, it doesn't matter." He turned back away and continues gazing at the super expensive place around himself.

The kitchen was huge and spotless, and had a spiral staircase next to it that lead up to a deck that had two doors, one he was pretty sure led to Sesshomaru's bedroom. adjacent to the kitchen was the living room, furnished with a large gray sofa, a cherry wood coffee table and an expensive looking flat screen TV.

"Are you rich?" He asked, genuinely curious. He himself was raised rather privileged but Sesshomaru didn't strike him as the prestigious type. Sure he totally acted like a gentlemen, and definitely carried the air of a stuck up rich guy but at the same time, he seemed like the kind of guy who only wanted what he needed, no more and no less.

"Maybe," He answered, which made no sense at all to Inuyasha. He was going to ask what the hell 'maybe' was supposed to mean when he conveniently changed the topic, something Inuyasha noticed he did a lot."let me show you to your room."

Sesshomaru walked up the staircase, not waiting for Inuyasha or bothering to check if he followed. Sighing, he followed him , the other door up the stairs was the guest room. Why he had a guest room he had no idea, he sure didn't look like someone who had a lot of 'guests'.

It was themed red, with floor-length curtains and a soft looking carpet. The bed was full-sized with at least five super-comfy looking pillows and thick cotton bedspread. There was a Cherry wood desk and and wardrobe, too. He was sensing a pattern in the wood choices.

He noticed his head was slightly pounding and his feet and shoulders ached, and he realized he was tired. Which made sense, as he just experienced a fifteen hour plane trip and a pretty frustrating afternoon."Would it be rude if I slept for a while? I'm ridiculously tired." Sesshomaru answered with a shake of his head, and turned to leave him he walked, he muttered a quiet, "I'll be in my room next door." and left.

Throwing off his his pants and coat and not bothering to take off his shirt, Inuyasha literally fell into the bed that looked- and felt- like red velvet cake, and faded away from the waking world into an exhausted sleep.


When he came home that day, when Sango and Kagome told him to take the book home, his mother was sitting on the couch, watching the news channel but not really seeing or listening to it. She just stared blankly at the TV.

"Hey mom," He greeted her, saying it more out of habit than saying for to actually say hi. Just like he expected, he got no response from her. He left to the kitchen to make himself something to eat, not wanting to bother the maid to make something for him.

Just as he was looking through the cabinets for something to eat though, something he didn't expect happened. Something that hadn't happened quiet a few years. His mom spoke to him.

"How was school today?"

Almost dropping the box of cereal he had in his hands, he froze with his mouth open. He answered mechanically with a, "It's a good." without really thinking about what he was saying, shock taking over his communication skills.

Over the top of the couch he could see her nod, and then she went silent again. He waited for her to say something else, and was probably way more hopeful than he should have been, but she didn't speak again. Sighing and feeling infinitely sadder than he had before, he continued making his bowl of cereal and took it with him to his room.

His mom hadn't spoken to him since he was he was seven years old, approximately eleven years ago. It wasn't like he was all the sudden though, the doctor told him she was slowly loosing her grasp on reality. But even still, it was pretty hard to deal with. Even then when he knew what to expect and was adjusted to it to an extent, it still hurt.

Apparently she had been fading before he was even born. It was noticeable too, how she would zome out for long periods of time, and then she'd forget who he was and sometimes called him "Mochiko". He didn't learn what it meant until years later, when his maid explained that that was what she called his dad. She said one of their favorite past-times was baking for the staff every friday, to give them all a treat for having worked so hard. They were are grateful, and felt lucky she said, to have such kind employers.

One of their favorite desserts to make was Mochi, she said. His mom started calling him Mochiko after an incident where he had tripped and spilled the Mochiko powder everywhere, coating himself in white like a ghost in the process.

"But, where is he?" He had asked.

She said he left one year, out of the blue. One day he left for work and never came back, disappearing like smoke in the air. The only thing left behind was the deed to the house, the transferal of his bank account into her name to give her a life-time of money, and a note. No one knew what that note said- his mom would never say.

He gave her everything she needed, his maid said, everything she needed to survive but not the one thing she needed to live. He didn't give her him.

"Why did he leave?" He demanded, feeling frustrated and confused. "Didn't he love momma?"

"Sometimes life isn't enough, child."

"Then whats the point of love? Why have it when it can't even give you a daddy, and takes away your momma?" His maid felt her heart ache when she noticed the tears rolling down his cheeks, while he glared down at his knee caps in anger.

"Baby, what's wrong?" She asked, and received a long moment of silence. His face finally crumpled, and he cried and cried, and didn't even protest when she picked him up and hugged him, petting his hair. He tried to imagine it was his mom's fingers running through his hair, but it just made him cry harder.

Thinking over that moment long ago when he was five, Inuyasha sat on his bed and opened the cheesy romance novel. While he was crying in his maid's arms, was the moment he decided that love didn't exist, that they were only in fairy-tale princess stories and that chasing after them only meant pain.


Stretching out over his temporary bed, Inuyasha felt new and rejuvenated. There was nothing a good nap couldn't fix, in his book. But his euphoria was cut short by his phone ringing next to him, and he groaned. Looking at the caller ID, he groaned even louder.

How was he supposed to explain everything to Kouga? He was already on the edge about him going to Japan without him, how was going to tell him he had no place to stay except at an extremely hot stranger? Just say, "Hey Kouga, I know you're a really jealous person and you don't trust me being alone but, I'm this stranger's house that I just decided to trust for no reason? Oh yeah, and he's WAY sexy." Yeah that wasn't going to happen.

Picking up, he said tiredly, "Hey Kouga."

"Hey, how are you doing over there? You need me to come pick you up yet?" the question was slightly irritating, but he let it ago because he knew he was joking. Kind of.

"No, I don't need you to pick me up." He sat up straight, scratching behind one of his small white dog ears. He heard noise down stares, and wondered if Sesshomaru was making food. He was starving.

"Did you just wake up?" Kouga asked, picking up on the groggy tone he had.

Laying out at the bottom of the bed and reaching for his pants he flung off, he answered, "Yeah, it's been a hectic day."

"Hectic? Hectic how?" Whoops, there goes that overly concerned tone again. Inuyasha thought quick, wondering what he was going to say and how he was going to say it. It was live or die, and he had to make the right choice.

"Eh, um... they uh, they rearranged my stuff. In... my apartment. They clean it for you, you know, when you're gone for so long and I really didn't like it." he waited with bated breath for Kouga's response, if he would believe him or not.

"Rearranged your stuff, huh?" He asked, sounding suspicious.

"Yeah, all of it." He answered back, feeling his heart beat faster in anticipation.

"You're so melodramatic, Inuyasha," Kouga laughed, and instantly the tension lifter from Inuyasha's chest and he could breath again. He forced a laugh back, at the same time cursing himself for lying.

"Other than that though, everything else is good?"

"Yeah, everything is A-Okay."

"Okay then, i'm gonna let you get back to sleep 'cause you sound exhausted. I love you, babe."

"I love you, too." He waited until he heard the dial tone and then dropped back onto his bed, face first, and moaned into his pillows. Ugh, how much trouble did he get himself in?

Finding the strength in himself to get up, he put his trousers back on and stepped out of the room, yawning.

"Hey Sesshomaru, what are you mak-," he froze, looking up to the man standing in Sesshomaru's kitchen.

Who, by the way, wasn't Sesshomaru.


A/N: So, here's chapter two! I really really hope it's turning out fine and dandy, like I want to, I hope you guys really liked this one. I'll try to update everyday or every other day, and hopefully there won't be long periods between the updates.

Thank you everyone for reviewing, and thank you caressedbythorns, I will try my absolute hardest to truck on and finish NaNo.

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