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Okay, I am a mega pervert, but I can't write lemons, well, not this one, at least.
So, just give me break, okay?
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"Dear, God," Suri mumbled, rubbing her forehead, and turning away. "Just what I need. Mr. I-have-a-stick-shoved-so-far-up-my-ass-I-can-taste-it."
"Ohhh." Hissed a voice, coming from the stairs. They looked up to see Nick coming down the steps. "You might wanna get that checked," He said, addressing Sesshomaru.
Nick was handsome; 5'8, had shaggy black hair, with two black kitty ears on top of his head. His eyes were bright green, and sparkled mischievously. He was half panther demon, half human and was 15 years of age.
"Hey, Nick."
Nick's eyes went from Sesshomaru to Suri. "Hello, my Suri," he purred, and Suri raised and eyebrow at his odd behavior.
Sesshomaru couldn't help but narrow is eyes. "I am your new neighbor."
Suri pursed her lips. Nodding to herself, she said, "Yup. I'm fucked."
'You have no idea,' Sesshomaru thought. He couldn't help but be attracted to this little slip of a girl, but then again…who could blame him? She was perfect in every way, and if he did screw her, it wasn't breaking any laws…hopefully.
"I'm going to…where ever the fuck I want." With that said, Suri turned and walked to the kitchen. The sound of several doors opening and closing could be heard, before music was blasted.
About ten minutes later, and the same length of Gaberial 'welcoming' him to the community, Sesshomaru could hear Suri singing to Shots by LMFAO ft. Lil Jon. "Shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots! Everybody!" She repeated once more before stopping, and just hummed. She walked back out of the kitchen and he was surprised at her outfit. A black tank top, and dark denim short-shorts. Over the top of her tank top, you could see a black lace bra, and her legs were long and smooth. Her hands were in the air and she twisted and turned to the music.
Her closed eyes snapped open, as if sensing him still there, and glared. "Hm. I thought you left."
"Obviously," He said, eying her form. He turned his attention to the music. It was The Downfall Of Us All, by the Death Cheaters…but the female voice sounded oddly familiar.
"Yes, well, you must go. We have things to do," Suri said, sounding posh.
Sesshomaru nodded his head. "Yes, I do have work to do. I will see you tomorrow." Once he went out, and closed the front door, he could hear arguing.
"I won!"
"NO! I pinned you to the floor for five seconds! Therefore, I won, you little prick!"
"Little Prick! I'm older than you!"
"I don't give a fuck! I WON, BIOTCH! Chupa mi pinga!"
"Wow," A new voice came in. "Real mature. Arguing with a thirteen-year-old." There was a tsking sound. "Shame on you, Gaberial."
'Such an odd family…' Were Sesshomaru's thoughts as he left.
In the house, the new voice had a face.
Black, orange striped hair hung in crayon orange eyes that had swirls of dandelion yellow in them. He was buff, and about 6'3, which was average for a demon, including the nineteen-year-old he was. He had three orange stripes on each cheek, each starting from his hair line by his ear, to the middle of his face, stopping a bit short.
Smiling, Suri ran over and jumped in the tiger demon's arms. "Shiro!"
"Yo! How was school? Did it suck?"
"Duh!"
"Right," He said with a serious face, making Suri laugh "Duh."
She smiled, and grabbed the clicker for the stereo, and turned down the music was only in the background. Still, Suri hummed along with the song 1901.
"Oh!" She said suddenly. "I have a new song!"
"Really? Well, we need Scott here for that."
"Yeah, we do. Where's Izzy?" Suri asked. She glanced around the room looking for her precious.
"School?" Shiro said…asked, whatever.
"No, she would be home by now…Maybe--," Suri was cut off by the phone ringing. Jogging over to it, she said "Hello?"
"Is this…Suri Tarr?"
"Yes. May I ask who is calling?" She said politely.
"Um, I am Eric Brown, I work at the Rapids. I think I have your little sister here…She told me to call you, and--,"
"What's her name?" Suri commanded, her voice going hard. She could hear her friends asking 'What's wrong' and 'Is that Iz,' but she ignored them for the time being.
"She says her name is Isabella Oshiro."
"Okay, I'll be there in a couple of minutes," She said, not giving the man on the other line to answer. "Dammit. Get in the car if you want to come, if not the sit the fuck down and don't go anywhere!"
She ran threw the kitchen barefoot, and opened the door to the larger garage. They had dozen upon dozens of cars line up in different rows and columns. Suri ran to the first one, which was a 2010 BMW Vision. It was white and had two blood red striped going from the hood, over the seating area, to the back. It also had butterfly doors, but the windows were clear as water. It was a good thing that there was only Nick, Gaberial, Suri, and Shiro, seeing as the car only fit four people…
'Isabella is gonna have to sit on Nick's lap, or something,' Suri thought as she gunned the engine. Even though Suri was only thirteen, she had a real licenses. How? Well…it was complicated.
The raced out of the garage and driveway, practically flying to the Rapids water park. Once there, Suri dashed out of the drivers seat and to the front gate. "I got a call that my little sister was here…" Suri trailed off.
"Name," The girl up front said. She was one of those beach blonde, fake ass tan girls. She was obviously jealous for several reasons.
One: The guy she was just flirting with was now staring at Suri.
Two: The three guys standing protectively by her sides.
Three: Suri had a way better body than her, and
Four: The car she drove up in.
"Suri fucking Tarr, you bitch. Just get me my little sister!" Suri snapped, her temper getting the best of her.
"Ye-yes ma'am," The busty blonde said, before running off to do what the other girl said.
"Did…Did she just call me ma'am! That's a term you use for respected female elders!" Suri clenched her hands into fists. "Do I look old?" She continued to rant. "I'm only thirteen!"
You could hear chokes from the line behind her; the people waiting to get into the water park. They were mostly guys, and I'm sure you can guess why.
A small girl could be seen running from the park, but she suddenly stopped. Looking up at the fake blonde, the girl said in sweet voice, "You are going to jump into that pool," And pointed at one of the pools where a slide got off in. The older girl seemed to be hypnotized as she did exactly that.
"Isabella!"
Giggling, the small beautiful girl ran toward her 'older sister.' "Coming!"
That night, as last one awake, Suri climbed the stairs; it was one a.m, which meant she was only going to get four-and-a-half-hours of sleep.
She had presented her song to them. They had praised her, saying how much they like it, and at their next concert it could be the opening. She said okay, and they continued band practice, Isabella watching close by.
Speaking of Isabella, she was scolded for going to the Rapids after school.
"Next time, tell us! We were worried!" Suri had said.
Opening her door, Suri walked into her large room. It had a large four post canopy bed that had blood red sheets, and a assortment of dark red and black pillows. The sheet that blocked the mattress from view was white, and sheer, with swirls of black on it. The carpet was plush, and crimson and by spell, could change into tile. She had a side table that had her clock, and a few necklaces, bracelets, and rings. Also, her black iHome sat there, and she walked over to put on some music. Aly & AJ's Like Whoa came on.
There was a pair of large double door that led to the balcony; it faced Sesshomaru's house, and room. If she looked out the of the glass, she could see into his room, which was a little unsettling, seeing as he could see into her room now. Plus, the doors were rights by her bed. He could watch her sleep if he wanted to!
There was three more doors in her room, not including her bedroom door. One was for the large bathroom. The bathroom had a stand up shower, with dark blue tiles, and white lining. The counters and floors were both marble, and had gold flecks in the black swirls, scattered randomly among the white. The toilet was right next to the sink counter.
The next door was to her huge, walk in closet. One part was for her school clothes, another for her clothes she went out in. In the very back were her sister's, mom's and great aunt's old clothes. They had a spell cast on them: they never wore down, never smelled badly, and always kept their original sent of their previous owners, which Suri was glad for. The smell of her mother always calmed her down. Against a wall of the closet was a dresser filled with bras, underwear, and perverted thing the guys got for her. No sex toys, but things like lingerie.
The final door was to her art room. It had a once black futon, that was now spattered with paint. A desk was against the main wall, and had brushes, cups, sketch pads, and other art supplies randomly on it. Stapled, glued, and tacked against the walls were drawings and paintings ranging from flowers and hearts, to dead bodies, and blood. Space and the moon also had a big part of her wall taken up. She let no one in there, beside herself of course.
Suri took off all her clothes and threw them in hamper. Standing only in her undergarments, she stretched. She performed a back bend and completed it by kicking herself back up with her feet.
She, of course, had no idea about her watcher.
Sesshomaru had just went up to his room, to be greeted with an awe inspiring site. Suri was standing in only her black lace bra and underwear, showing just how much fun they could have. The smirk on his face was full mischief, and his eyes filled with lust.
When the next song came on her was even more surprised.
The song was Forgive and Forget by the Death Cheaters. It was all screamo, except a line or two. And, whole and behold, Suri was screaming it, and doing very well.
We always seem to fit like a tight dress
You were beautiful, I was obsessed
Occupy my time just to get through
And try and figure out how to get you
Acoustic guitar just for you in the car
Walks in the park had you home before dark
Poetry readings and dinner proceedings
You showed me something those days they meant nothing
[CHORUS]
What the hell am I supposed to do?
I can't forgive and forget you [x2]
What the hell am I supposed to do
I thought I'd forgive you
But now I forget you
I always showed you off like a prom queen
You were Norma Jean I was James Dean
Sitting thinking in my bedroom
So here's a few things that I went through:
Romantic movies, and money, and jewelry
Vacations and flowers on special occasions
Purses and lockets paid out of my pocket
Diamonds and dresses,
F*ck, you're expensive!
[CHORUS]
What the hell am I supposed to do
I can't forgive and forget you [x2]
If you were in my shoes what would you do?
I thought I'd forgive you, but now I forget you
[BRIDGE]
I can't forgive,
I can't forget
I can't forgive
And I can't forget
YOU
You reached down in my chest and grabbed my soul
How could I forget?
[2nd CHORUS]
I can't forgive
I can't forget
He thought about commenting on who good she was, but he didn't want to go deaf from her yelling at him about how he was spying on her.
Sighing, Sesshomaru climbed into his gold sheeted bed. Closing his eyes, he knew the only dreams he was getting weren't going to be for kids.
[In the far corners of his mind, Sesshomaru realized this was a dream, but he would enjoy it while it lasted.
"Mmmm. Harder," She commanded, and he followed through.
"Mine," Sesshomaru growled down at the wanton woman beneath him.
"Yes, yours," She purred back, her head thrown back. His eyes locked onto her bare throat, and purred. She was being submissive. Leaning down, he bit into her neck, and drank her life force. His eyes started to bleed red at the taste, and changed positions. He sat on his knees, her hips in his hands, thrusting wildly.
This had to be some type of illegal. He was seventeen, and she, thirteen.
He hauled one of her legs over his shoulder, giving a deeper angle, each moan encouraging him on.
"Bitch." It was a snarl, he could barley talk anymore from the overwhelming sense of pleasure. At first, he had teased her, made her beg. But now, he felt like he shouldn't have done that.
Her warmth was clenching around him, and he was losing it fast. When she orgasmed, his eyes went totally red. He quickly flipped her onto her hand and knees, pounding into her with wild abandon. He was close, so, so close; he could practically taste it.
As she screamed his name, a howl broke of his throat." Suri!"]
Sesshomaru shot up in his bed, the sheets sticky. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was 5:08 a.m.
Looking down at his sheets, he saw a tent, and a big one. Gold eyes glanced out of the balcony windows to see Suri standing in the middle of her room, ready for school.
She wore a gray shirt, and kaki shorts that went to about her knees, with a split that went right under mid-thigh. She had black slip ons; skulls and butterflies of different colors were painted on them. Her longish brown hair was in a high ponytail, and she was bent forward near her mirror putting on charcoal eyeliner that lined her lower lashes.
Sesshomaru watched with curiosity as she walked into a door near her bed. There were clashes and bangs, before she walked back out, a smile on her face.
In Suri's room, she was breaking glass in her art room; she needed to blow off some steam.
'How dare he have a dream like that?' She thought fuming. But slowly, she realized he didn't know. 'Huh. I wonder how long it will take him to figure out I can read minds, and dreams.' An evil smile spread across her face as she walked out of her art room. 'This is going to be fun.'
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