A/N: Haahaha, what up guys? Sooo… here is why Sesshomaru doesn't want to go home… hope this explains more! Please leave me some reviews… I'm have writers block on this story and can't decide how to complete chapter 4… I'm only about half way through?
Bitter
"M-mother?" Sesshomaru choked through his tears, the eleven year old boy heaving huge, shuddering breaths, "Mother why are you…"
"Oh Sesshomaru, my baby…" The crazed look went out of her eyes and she took a step forward. Holding his shattered wrist close to his body, ignoring the streams of blood that flowed from it where the bone poked out, Sesshomaru scrambled back, huddling in a dark corner.
"Mother… you…"
" Come here, my darling. I've hurt you terribly… I'm so sorry. So sorry." His mother began to weep, holding her arms open as if ready to embrace him. Sesshomaru stood and stumbled toward her. Maybe this time it would be alright. Maybe this time….
WHACK
Sesshomaru's feet left the floor for an instant and he thudded down on his side, his mother's handprint already forming on his face, left by her vicious backhand. Sesshomaru bit his lips so hard they bled, but better that than screaming. She would only hit him again if he cried out.
"You stupid, useless, worthless child!" She screamed at him. Tears began to cascade down his face as she lifted him by his shaggy silver hair. "You foolish, disgusting excuse for a demon! Anyone would have been able to see that I was faking. As if I would ever care about you!"
She tossed him into the corner like a ragdoll, his compound fractured arm flopping sickeningly over his limp form. He closed his eyes tightly and listened as she stormed away.
"Why?" He whispered. "Why did you leave me alone?"His eyes found the blood stained picture of his traitorous father that he had hidden under his bed. "Why did you have to go?"
Sesshomaru buried his face in his hands, trying to drive out those horrific images.
He had said he and Rin were different. It was true. Rin was too kind to have known the scourge of the hatred of a parent. She was too sweet. He was as bitter as wormwood. No, they were nothing alike.
"Why?" He whispered into his hands, echoing the memory. A hand rested on his shoulder and he started, looking up at me.
I had followed him outside at the risk of looking nosy. I sat down next to him, settling on the cold stone of the wall.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.
"No." I wasn't surprised. But then again, if I could find the cause, I could help him. I decided to start asking about things, regardless of the awkward air.
"Hey Sesshomaru… what are your parents like?"
"My father is dead." He replied flatly. I raised one eyebrow at him.
"And your mother?"
"I wish she were dead too." His cold reply surprised me. Why on earth would he want his mother to die?
"My parents are both dead… so we are similar on that account. They were murdered." I continued softly.
"My father deserved what he got and my mother deserves a violent, painful end." His voice had acquired a chilling quality, a burning desire for the deaths of others. The bell rang behind us. I stood and grabbed his wrist, tugging slightly.
"Come on," I urged, "let's go to class."
"I don't want to." He hissed rebelliously, pulled his arm out of my grasp. I poked him in the face.
"Come on Sunshine! You're going, and that's final!"
"As if you could stop me if I wanted to leave." He muttered, standing up and following me regardless. As we walked through the halls, people pressed themselves up against the walls to make rooms for us, not wanting to touch Sesshomaru.
Sesshomaru slammed into his chair unhappily and I sat delicately next to him. A strange thought suddenly occurred to me, and I unwittingly voiced it aloud.
"You know, if we got married, there would be no one there because neither of us have any family." Sesshomaru quirked an eyebrow at me, giving me his, 'where the hell did that come from?' face.
"I have a brother who would come." He replied slowly.
"You do?" I yelped, "I never knew that!"
"He sits right behind you, you oblivious a-cup!" Sesshomaru cried in exasperation. I whipped around to find myself nose to nose with Inuyasha. He simply stared at me with wide eyes as I examined him.
His hair and eyes were the same tint as Sesshomaru's, and they had the same nose shape. Beyond that, they were completely different. I spun back around to look at Sesshomaru.
"Oh," was all I had time to say before the bell rang and Yura called the class to order.
"Class, there will be a group project due in two weeks on our history chapter. Get into pairs and work out what you are going to do with your partner. Papers, folder boards, models, paintings, drawings, etcetera will be accepted. Go." She called. Everyone paired together and left Sesshomaru alone.
Guess who got Sunshine?
Yippee.
"Aw! I didn't want you! You won't do any work, will you?" I accused. Sesshomaru shrugged.
"Probably not." His tone was unconcerned.
"Well, since you're not working, we'll do the project at your house." I said proudly.
"No way!" Sesshomaru cried, eyes wide.
"Why not?" I pouted. I suddenly brightened. "Is it because your house is dirty?"
"Um, yeah, that's why. My house is a mess."
"That's fine! I live alone, so my house is kinda messy too! I can still come." I sang. Sesshomaru shook his head vigorously.
"No, um, it's because of my… dog. Yeah. He doesn't like people. He'll bite your leg off if you come." He excused. I smiled at him.
"I'm good with animals. I'm sure it will be fine."
"Uh… t-there's a dead guy in my attic! Just… don't come, alright?" he asked desperately. I had never seen him so flustered before. I sighed.
"Fine, I won't come to your house. Jeeze!" A dead guy in his attic? What kind of excuse was that? "Is there anything that you're good at? Like, say, pottery or sculpture or painting? Or maybe writing or giving speeches?" I asked this in the hope that he could do something with our project.
"No, not really. I can do swordplay…?" He added hopefully. What the hell were we going to do with swordplay? "And… I can draw alright I guess." I looked at him.
"Do you have anything to show me as proof that you're not bluffing?" I enquired suspiciously. Sesshomaru dug a ruffled looking notebook out of his bag and handed it to me before looking away. I flipped through the book in shock.
The scenes were violent, dark, and full of death, but they were very well done. There was one in the very back that was unlike the others.
There was a man that looked very much like Sesshomaru holding a younger Sesshomaru on his shoulders as they laughed at the fireworks that colored the sky. It was done in pastels that blurred the lines, making it seem like a dream.
"It's beautiful…" I gasped. Sesshomaru didn't look at me. If I didn't know better, I would have said he was embarrassed. There were other pictures like that as well, portraits of people that could have been relatives. "Who's this?" I asked, pointing to a picture of a young girl that looked to be about eight.
"Does it matter who? She's dead. Just like everyone else in those drawings." His voice was flat again. "Do my drawings pass inspection?"
"Y-yes." I stammered. "We'll use them in… a story board!" I cried with sudden inspiration. Sesshomaru rolled his eyes. The bell rang after several more minutes of planning and we left to go to other classes.
I bid Sesshomaru goodbye as school ended and suddenly realized something. His notebook! I had to give it back to him still!
I turned in the direction that Sesshomaru had left in. I had never been to his house and I didn't have his address or phone number… I had no choice but to go ask in the front office.
I scurried into the drably painted room and was greeted by Suikotsu, the bipolar office manager along Jakotsu and Bankotsu, his younger brothers.
"Excuse me," I called to him, "I need some information." The tall man walked over with a kind smile.
"How can I help you?" He asked.
"I need Sesshomaru Murakami's address please." I requested. Suikotsu raised his eyebrows at me and an outburst of hilarity erupted from Jakotsu and Bankotsu from the back of the room as the used each other for support.
"Hahahahaha! You're even stalking him at his house?" Bankotsu laughed, clutching his ribs.
"Hyahahaha! She's even more committed than I am!" Jakotsu hooted. Suikotsu pursed his lips and stared at me.
"You're asking for nothing but trouble if you go there." He told me seriously.
"But I need to give him his book…" I murmured. Suikotsu sighed and flipped open his files.
"Murakami… Murakami… Mura- ah, here he is. Murakami, Sesshomaru: 2486 Wolf Creek. You can get there from here by taking East Oak Parkway up two intersections then taking a left on Silver Leaf drive and continuing up unil that street intersects with Wolf Creek, alright?"
I thanked Suikotsu, glared at the still giggling Bankotus and Jakotsu and set off in search of Sesshomaru's home.
I followed Suikotsu's directions to a T and found myself on an empty street devoid of homes except for the mansion on top of the hill at the end of the road. I walked up to check the number, just to make sure it was the right house, and sure enough, it was. 2486 Wolf Creek. I heard shouting and crashes from inside, freezing the act of knocking.
"I'm sick of you, you filthy runt! What use are you anyways? You don't have a job, your cooking sucks, your grades suck, you can't even take a beating properly!" A woman shrieked. There was the sound of flesh on flesh, a thud, and a pained grunt that sounded like Sesshomaru.
"You're sick of me? Ha!" I heard Sesshomaru retaliate. "What about you? Why do I have to put up with this? I'm leaving." There were footsteps and an insane chuckle.
"You'll be back. It's not like you have anywhere else to go, brat. I killed our relations so that you'd be stuck with me."
"I may be back this time, but one of these days, I won't come back unless it's when you're dead so I can burn this damnable house to the ground!" Sesshomaru yelled back. I had enough sense to scramble off the porch as he stormed out the door. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough sense to keep quite.
"Sesshomaru!" I called, running down the hill after him. He stiffened and halted turning back toward me with flaming eyes. I gasped and put a hand over my mouth.
His right I eyes swollen underneath by a red handprint glowing like a coal, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth and he had scratches on his neck. He shot forward and grabbed me by the shoulders, eyes wide with panic. I gasped in sudden terror. To have his fearful red eyes staring me in the face made me feel like a rat cornered by a dog.
"I told you not to come!" He yelled at me. "How much did you hear?"
"N-nothing!" I lied. Tears began to form in my eyes as he let go of me and stumbled back in relief.
"That's… that's good." He replied, struggling to keep his voice down. "I'm sorry, what did you need?"
"I j-just wanted to give you your b-book." I stuttered, holding it out to him. He took it from me with a grim look and turned back down the hill.
"You should have waited until tomorrow." He said, looking at me over his shoulder. "And by the way… I know you're lying."
I fell still. I had no idea that he lived with that… that… witch of a mother.
I had to help him.
But how?
