Chapter 3: Confusions
"Inu Yasha, why do you think you need to pick up a new woman every time we get to a new city? And not only that, but shouldn't you get a hotel room, and leave my couch open?" Sesshomaru asked as he walked into his apartment.
From the couch, Inu Yasha looked up. He had jet-black hair, and vibrant violet eyes. Sesshomaru could see the human his younger brother had picked up. She was smiling pleasantly. She also had black hair. Chocolate eyes held a mischievous gleam. The Western Lord stared coldly.
"Ah, common, bro. You ought to get a girl some time," came the younger's reply.
Shaking his head, Sesshomaru retreated to his room.
He could hear the girl comment, "Wow, Inu-chan, your brother is hot."
He could also hear his brother's reply. "Yeah, but he wont satisfy you like I will."
Not on the couch, Sesshomaru prayed. He shut the door of his room softly. The room was plain and simple. The walls were off white and plain. The curtains on the window were a thick black fabric. The desk was polished with a black shine. The bed was made with fresh white sheets, set apart by the black iron at the foot and head of the bed. Sesshomaru sat at the desk and started to pull a piece of paper out. He stared at it blankly, then, sighing, put it back away.
He almost had the words to a song, but there just wasn't anything to write. The girl, Rin, interested him like no one else had. Sesshomaru nodded his head in agreement with himself. He would see Rin again.
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Rin was back on her computer. The web site she had marked the night before was the one she had been looking for. It had all of the information she had been looking for. Even so, she could barely concentrate on what she was reading, her thoughts always straying back to that afternoon, when she had met him personally.
How Sesshomaru was incredibly handsome in real life. Rin couldn't help but think he looked more natural when he was singing (and dressed like he was singing) than he did in real life. It was almost as if his out fit was real. Rin chastised herself. No, he dressed like he was imitating a demon or something, and demons didn't exist in real life.
Rin sighed, trying once more to pull herself back to her reading.
She hopped she could see him again. It was a shame she didn't know where he lived. She should have asked for his phone number. But, then maybe Sesshomaru would think she was a crazy stalker kind of fan. He probably didn't like those if he didn't really want to be famous.
Agitated, Rin pushed her rolling chair away from the computer desk. "I can't concentrate!" she shouted.
From downstairs her surrogate father called, "Rin, are you doing all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry!" Bowing her head, Rin whispered to herself, "I just don't know what's wrong with me."
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Three days later, Rin's father took her out again. She was walking in the park when someone called her name.
She turned to see the silver haired bishonen she had admired. He was wearing one of his more common of-the-scenes shirts, a dark brown t-shirt with the skull and crossbones under which the word "Poison" was glued on the shoulder. "Se...Sesshomaru, what are you doing here?" she asked.
He asked himself the same thing. What was he doing here? He had only wanted to see Rin again, but now he had called attention to himself.
"Just sitting. Would you like to join me?" Sesshomaru asked. Damn another whammy.
"Yeah, sure. Thanks." Rin sat next to the Western Lord quietly for a second. She decided she felt comfortable enough to ask a question. "What got you into singing?"
Sesshomaru shrugged. "My father. He just screwed up a little to much, and..." he stopped. Why was he telling this to a human? It was private.
"Where did you write your first song? Was that when you knew what you wanted to do?" Rin seemed really excited, tottering on the good side of the borderline between acceptable- and rabid- fan girl.
"It was a park like this."
"How come?"
Sesshomaru hesitated. He didn't want to tell her right now. It was way to complicated for a normal human to understand.
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For the longest time, he had been happy. His parent's bickered occasionally over small things, like any other couple would (if not more violent because of their demon nature) but it was otherwise very calm. That is, until the night his mother had discovered Inutaishou had another love. Unfortunately, Sesshomaru saw the whole thing.
"A demon Lord has room in his heart for more than one love. Unlike humans, who conceive love and flit form partner to partner." His father had shouted when confronted by Achika.
"If that's the way you feel, Inutaishou, I don't need you. I'm leaving."
"You don't think I love you any more, that's it. I do, Achika, I do. Without you, my life is an eternal night, an endless winter."
She shook her head, pale blue locks shaking into her eyes. She unconsciously rubbed at the scars that bound her to the great Western lord. "No, without me it will be an eclipse, night for only a moment in the day, dark for only a moment before you forget me. No, go to your new woman, dog."
"I was right, you don't believe me," Inutaishou sounded hurt. He backed her against the wall, preventing her escape by putting both arms on either side of the struggling demoness. "I'll prove to you my love. I still love you, Achika." He nipped at her neck.
Tears were flowing down her face as she whimpered. "I don't need you," she whispered.
"But I need you, my love, my mate." Inutaishou passionately kissed the struggling woman.
"Mother," Sesshomaru whispered.
His father stiffened before turning to his son sharply. "Go to your room, son."
"No, you're hurting Mother!" Sesshomaru shouted. His anger caused his sharp claws to sink into the skin of his palm. But his anger kept him from that pain as well.
Inutaishou was in front of the young demon in a second. The elders claws racked across the stripped cheeks of the younger demon. The son stumbled back, golden eyes brimming with angry tears.
"Get out of the house now, pup, or kami knows I'll kill you."
"Inutaishou, you leave Sesshomaru alone!" Achika half pleaded, half demanded.
"Mother, I'm sorry," he whispered. Sesshomaru turned and left the house. Just outside the door, he heard his mother scream from within. He ran. The puddle-pocked streets passed by in a hazy blur. The rain helped hide the salty tears that burned the slashes on his cheek. Sesshomaru's insides were still burning with rage. He left because he couldn't stand up to his father, no matter what. It would only hurt his mother more if he had died. The young demon ended up in the park. For a while, he walked around aimlessly, until, weary and beaten, he came to rest beneath an old willow tree.
It was there that he wrote his first song. His anger was burned poetically on a spare piece of newspaper, the words formed by his claws in his own blood.
(OK, these are not my lyrics. I forced my friend, punk-dragon to write them for me. So after you're done with this fanfic, go read hers. Only review for mine though, because her's has more than enough. Just Kidding. Reply for us both!)
Holding onto these pitiful dreams,
Hoping they mean something.
He's not worth the tears he caused.
He went to far in hurting Mom.
I can't forgive him as a son
This deep anger has only begun.
I'll destroy him one day, I promise I will,
With no emotion, only incentive to kill.
And every one can hate me if they must,
But that bastard took all I trust.
He hurt my mother, I can't stand by,
Until I know that man has died.
For all the pain he caused,
Because he went to far in hurting Mom.
Holding onto nothing,
Casting away these pitiful dreams.
Not worth the tears,
Not worth these fears.
He'll leave us behind,
My mother and I.
But we'll do fine
On our own, it might take some time
But I wont let him hurt her
Any more than he has done.
He might try me for murder,
But can he convict his own son?
Sesshomaru sighed after finishing. I will kill that bastard for what he has done, he promised himself. With that thought in mind, he was able to drift off to an odd, thankfully dreamless sleep.
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That was how it happened. The Western Lord title was a real one. He was a demon hiding his true form from human eyes, adapting a despicably full-human form so he wasn't murdered on the spot.
"Sesshomaru?" Rin asked quietly.
"Yes?"
"You just kind of slipped off for a second. Are you all right?"
"Yes."
Rin nodded her acknowledgement. She decided it was better not to talk about things like that. They started talking about the popular bands out there, their likes and dislikes about them.
Finally, Rin realized she had to go. "Hey, do you think we can get together again?" she asked shyly.
"If you want to," Sesshomaru replied. Third strike. One more whammy to go.
"Um...can I have your phone number so I can call you the next time I can come here?"
"Sure."
Rin got out a tiny address book equipped with a miniature pen. Sesshomaru signed it before they went in opposite directions.
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HD: Well, I just wanted a little bit of fun for this chapter. Yes, Inu Yasha and Sesshomaru are living under the same roof. Later on I will explain it in more detail as to why, but just for now, they got over a couple differences. Plus Inu Yasha is usually jobless, not to mention broke, so... yeah. -.
About that little comment about Inu Yasha picking up a new girl all the time, part will be evident later, but Inu Yasha is usually a rich horn dog in alot of AU fanfics, so I thought he's be likely to do things like that.
I like the Idea I had for the Fluffy shirt. The Poison idea was inspired by a different one when I was looking at a truck at night. Syn is nocturnal.
I revealed a little of the past that I made up for him to make the chap longer. I feel like a loser saying that, but I hope you all enjoyed it. Even if it made you cry. I have a lot more. It was disappointing that the movie didn't talk about Fluffy-sama's mother in it, so we all have to make things up. The name was borrowed from (Authoress of Warlords Don't Cry.)
Syn: By the way, the author does not own Whammy, though it is entertaining to watch.
HD: Thanks Syn, and all the peps reading. Bye for now!