Trap of Darkness

A/N: Welcome back to Trap of Darkness. If you've read earlier chapters, then you should understand already. But I'll say it anyway. This is a joint story I made with LADY SILVERFOX charita rai. We do not own Inuyasha. We have all rights to this fanfiction story and our characters Jasmine Sarish Samaira and Taiyō Akemi. Enjoy reading and don't forget to leave a review, most helpful. Thanks!

For a little head's up:

'English'

'Japanese'

Thoughts

Four

'Do you even know where you're going?' Jasmine cried out as Akemi once again dragged her behind.

'The big building, right?' Akemi questioned.

'What about the classroom? Do you know where it is?'

'Nope,' she answered cheerfully, popping the p.

Jasmine sighed but let herself be dragged by the two-inch shorter female, whose strength could quickly turn fatally painful. She was still surprised how gently Akemi held onto her, it was almost as if she were afraid of hurting her. She certainly acted different to the rest of the yōkai race. The fact that she was gentle of her strength with her, how she appeared indifferent about being a yōkai, and how she treated those wolf-like dog yōkai was surprising. Jasmine's experience with yōkai had been the complete opposite. They had been so full of themselves, they belittled her, taunted her and had been damn right rude. Yes, it was the complete opposite reaction to Akemi. The difference between her and the other yōkai was that Akemi had known exactly what she was right away, the others had not.

But she's still a yōkai, Jasmine thought eyeing the blonde girl's back suspiciously. She could be acting to be my friend and then drop and humiliate me like those boys had done in high school. Can I really trust her?

The sound of a door slamming closed snapped Jasmine out of her thoughts. She eyed the multitude of shoe lockers.

'What number is your locker?' Akemi asked turning to her.

'I have a locker?' Jasmine asked incredulously.

Akemi blinked her mesmerising green eyes. 'It explains in the letter of acceptance that we each have a shoe locker since it's in the Japanese custom to wear a different pair of shoes indoors.'

'Erm…'

'Do you at least have your letter on you?'

Jasmine shook her head.

Akemi sighed through her nose. 'How clean are the bottoms?'

Jasmine lifted her shoes to check the soles and showed them to her.

'That's good enough,' she said and ran a hand through her blaringly light hair. 'I'm sure the headmaster will understand since it's your first time experiencing the Japanese custom.'

Jasmine let out a sigh of relief. 'For a second I thought you was going to say we'd have to go back to the dorms to find out the number.'

Akemi smiled at her. 'I was told that we needed to be there by second period. We won't make it if we went back just so you could wear the proper shoes.'

'Did the letter mention anything about what classroom we're in?' Jasmine asked hopefully. She really didn't want to get lost.

Akemi placed a finger to her chin in thought. 'In my letter it mentioned that I was in a specially formed class due to being older than eighteen.'

'Really?' Jasmine said perking up. 'So did mine!'

'Well then, we're on the top floor where the older students are placed. Room three sixty-six.'

Jasmine groaned. 'That's going to be a lot of stairs,' she said looking at the school.

Akemi nodded. 'I wonder how many there are.'

Jasmine looked at her in complete shock. 'You're kidding me?!'

'What?' Akemi asked innocently.

'You're not serious, are you? You actually count stairs?'

Akemi shrugged her shoulders, a blush tainted her cheeks. 'I guess…'

'I'm beginning to wonder what your childhood was like.'

The blush darkened at her words. 'Let's just get to class.'

Jasmine giggled at first before bursting out laughing.

'Come on,' Akemi said grabbing her hand and dragging her inside the building.

Akemi and Jasmine stood outside room 3-66. The pair of them looked at each other, looks of concern, shock and uncertainty chased away all previous thoughts of positivity.

The noise of the class had escalated so much that the two friends were unsure on whether or not to enter and draw attention. The main voice that screamed above the rest was a female's. A male tried to override her, but they matched and overtook each other every time. There was a second female involved. Her voice was hoarse from all the screaming she had done that she could barely be heard above the others. It was a serious argument, one that should have been left for another time and where there weren't witnesses. But if they wanted to publicise their lovers spat, neither of the girls wanted to get involved.

'Now what do we do?' Jasmine whispered to Akemi. 'We can't go in like this.'

'We're going to have to sneak in,' Akemi finally whispered back

'In the midst of a fight?'

The blonde merely nodded.

Jasmine sighed. 'Do we really have to?'

She nodded again.

'Fine,' the brunette grumbled.

Akemi turned to the door. As silently as she could, she slid the door open and slipped into the room with Jasmine following hot on her heels.

No one paid the pair any attention as they were too focused on the lovers quarrel near the window. There were two black haired girls, both beautiful, but the mature looking one had her black hair pulled back into a low ponytail and a straight cut fringe. She wore a very short black pleated skirt that with a slight breeze would reveal what type of knickers she was wearing. Her white blouse had been turned into a belly top, where the bottom half had been knotted, and the rest was left unbuttoned to reveal a bright red bra. She had a pair of black suspender tights that did not go well with the white school shoes. She looked like a damn prostitute that had been picked up off the corner.

The other black haired woman was younger with a long fringe that only enhanced her beauty. Like the older woman who she was almost the spitting image of, she had a pair of brown eyes. The difference was that she had large brown eyes and the older one did not. Her black hair was left to fall against her back to her waist in slight waves. She wore a pretty blue sundress and a white cardigan that was done up by the top button, and the same white shoes as her doppelgänger.

The male involved in the argument was a long silver haired male wearing an outdated red haori and ballooned hakama. His golden eyes had slit pupils and they were glaring expressively at the whore-looking female. His hands were shoved into his sleeves, his mouth opening and closing as he yelled. Atop his head was a pair of silver ears that announced his hanyō status. His skin was fair, only a touch tanner than the two females.

'No way!' Akemi whispered, stepping to hide behind Jasmine's back. 'Don't let him see me.'

'Who?' Jasmine asked, looking over her shoulder at her cowering friend.

The five-foot-two woman peeked over her shoulder and pointed to the male in red.

'That's Inuyasha, son of Tōga-ō the King of Japan. I like to call him Half Fluffy.'

'Wait, wait, wait,' Jasmine said, frowning slightly. 'That's Inuyasha of the Taishō family?'

'Yes,' Akemi said looking at her taller friend. 'Is that a problem?'

'How do you know someone like him?' she asked incredulously.

'That's a long story. I never expected him to be here. Actually, I hadn't counted on it.' Akemi sighed. 'Really bad timing.'

'You have a lot to explain,' Jasmine said unhappily.

'Yeah, yeah, yeah,' she said waving the subject away. 'Just don't let him see me. Not that he'll remember me, anyway,' she muttered the last part.

'What about the girls?'

Akemi shrugged her shoulders. 'Don't know either of them. But they're both humans, priestesses.'

Jasmine looked at her in shock. She decided that she was not going to question her considering she was a yōkai. Though Jasmine had no idea how to identify one yōkai from another, she had the feeling that her friend was either a dog yōkai or a wolf yōkai. She thought that since her pack members were wolf hybrids, she thought that perhaps the blonde was a mixed breed, a wolf hybrid yōkai like her pack mates. But there's no way anyone of wolf origin would know anyone of dog origins. Wolves could not stand the scent of dogs, and vice versa. Could she actually be a dog yōkai?

'What's with the ears?' Jasmine asked looking at the dog eared youth.

'He's a hanyō,' Akemi explained leaning her chin on her friend's shoulder. 'Half-demon, half-human.'

'That sucks.'

Akemi nodded in agreement. 'I see it as he gets the best of both worlds.'

'It also means that he's not accepted by either world.'

'True but not everyone sees his existence as a disgrace. I love my little Half Fluffy just the way he is.'

Jasmine gave her a look. 'You're not in love with him, are you?'

Akemi gave her a disgusted face. 'Would you date your brother?'

Jasmine scrunched her nose up. 'Hell no!'

'There you go. I see Inuya as my baby brother since he's only a little older than fifty years old, while I'm over seven hundred.'

Jasmine's mouth hung open. 'Y-you're over seven hundred?'

'What?' Akemi asked looking at her. 'I may not look my age, but I'm telling you I could be a human's mother fourteen times over if you consider their lifespans as an average of fifty years' old.'

'Damn,' Jasmine cursed. 'You could be my great grandmother and I wouldn't know it.'

Akemi laughed as loud as she dared. 'Don't be ridiculous. I've never been romantically involved with a djinn. Besides,' she leaned close enough for Jasmine to get chills from her warm breath on her ear, 'I'm still a virgin.'

Jasmine's mouth dropped even more. 'You're an ancient virgin?'

'Ssshhh!' Akemi hissed in her ear and squeezed her shoulders with her hands. 'Not so loud!'

Jasmine smirked at her.

'What?' Akemi glowered.

'Oh nothing. Just can't believe I've met a seven-hundred-year-old virgin.'

'And what? You've been with men yourself?' Akemi asked placing a fist on her hip.

Jasmine blushed and looked away.

'Just what I thought. You're as experienced with men as I am.'

'Actually, I just do not wish to discuss my sex life with a virgin.'

Akemi pouted and crossed her arms under her generous breasts. 'Stop rubbing it in.'

Jasmine chuckled and turned her attention back to the classroom.

'Woah!' she said so suddenly she caught Akemi's attention. 'What a hottie!'

'What?' the blonde asked and leaned her chin on her friend's shoulder again. 'What's get your knickers twisted in excitement?'

Jasmine gave her a glare and pointed to the object of her fascination.

'Who's tall, dark and broody?'

Akemi spotted him at the far back of the room, leaning nonchalantly against the wall beside the open window. He too wore an outdated attire, white haori and white ballooned hakama tied together with a yellow and bluish purple sash. The collar and sleeves were decorated with red cherry blossom crests that announced his royal heritage. A large thick white pelt was extended over his right shoulder, curled beneath his armpit and extended to the ground. His long silver hair almost blended together with his clothing if it weren't for the light blue tinge to it. Thick black lashes extended over a pair of golden eyes that extended hostilities and disinterestedness in every glance. Normally he'd be accompanied by a green skinned small creature, but the thing was nowhere to be seen.

Upon seeing him, Akemi tried to appear smaller behind Jasmine's back.

'Okay, forget shielding me from Inuya, don't let him see me!' she pleaded.

'Yeah? Why? Who is he?'

'That's Sesshōmaru, Inuyasha's older half-brother and Tōga-ō's first child. I dubbed him as Lord Fluffy.'

'No way!' Jasmine said aghast. 'He's the Sesshōmaru! Wow! The brothers certainly look like one another.'

'The difference is their attitudes, height and their eyes.'

'You're right!' Jasmine observed. 'Sesshōmaru's eyes are so cold. Now I know why he's called the Man of Ice.'

Akemi giggled. 'That's Sesshōmaru for you.'

'You're quite fond of him, aren't you?'

Akemi choked on air. 'F-fond? Of Sesshōmaru? Me? Don't be absurd!'

'Then why are you avoiding him?'

Akemi looked away. 'It's complicated.'

'Then make up!' she said smiling.

'It's not what you think it is,' Akemi protested.

'Then why are you avoiding him?'

'It's complicated!' Akemi said quickly and looked away, a flush spreading across her cheeks.

Jasmine grinned and snatched her wrist and dragged her after her as she made her way through the maze of desks and chairs. She made sure to skirt around the outside of the crowd as to not meet resistance.

Akemi, not used to being dragged, tried to overcome the shock as she stared at Jasmine's back. She was unaware of where Jasmine was taking her, not until it was too late. As Jasmine stopped, she peered around her friend's back and froze in place as her green eyes locked with a pair of unfeeling gold ones set into a gorgeously pale skinned face highlighted by the reddish-purple stripes on his cheeks, red ones on his eyelids and the waning blue crescent moon blaring between his bangs. Akemi swallowed her nerves that's had seven hundred years to develop.

'Yo, Lord Fluffy,' Jasmine greeted, making Akemi's fair skin pale in fear for her friend's life.

Sesshōmaru glared at Jasmine, who flinched at the gaze but did not back up.

'It's Lord Sesshōmaru to you, filthy human,' Sesshōmaru said in surprisingly good English.

Fuck, Akemi cursed smacking her forehead. Jasmine's gone and shortened her lifespan.

Word meanings

Yōkai – demon

Hanyō – half-demon half-human