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Safety Not Guaranteed

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"Again," Sesshomaru ordered as InuYasha performed the same tedious task he'd been assigned since he got here. It was hell. Thank god he healed quickly or he'd be dead from blood loss already. Blades of blood was called just that for a reason. Maybe that was Sesshomaru's plan. Bleed him to death.

"You can't be fucking serious," InuYasha barked back as he gestured pointlessly to the cleanly dismembered dummies, "You don't let me spar. You don't let me use my sword. You don't have me do anything other than kill these stupid dolls. What the hell is the point?!"

The other students squirmed anxiously - giving the only one who'd ever get away talking to the InuNoTaisho in such a manner withering glares. After a few tense moments, quiet whispers began reverberating around him. That he was so full of himself it was unbearable. That nepotism was obviously involved. And the usual uneducated comments from the peanut gallery. Gritting his teeth, InuYasha continued to stare down Sesshomaru - pointedly ignoring the whispers he could hear as clear as day. He hated this. This entire fucking thing was a mistake. He should've found something, anything else to do with his life. He didn't belong here. Maybe that was the point all along.

"If you insist on using your sword, we must change venue," Sesshomaru responded simply after a moment, "In this era, however, the likelihood you will use Tessaiga at all is slim. You need to perfect your more subtle attacks. That is the point. That being said, perhaps a demonstration is in order."

Arching his brow, Sesshomaru silently gave InuYasha a look that clearly said he heard the same whispers. This was his one chance to prove he was more than capable and deserving. And most importantly, not to fuck it up.

Registering Raiden's faint cry of 'oh my god yes' InuYasha nodded once before folding his arms across his chest. At least he had one fan in a sea of potential enemies...and some serious questions as to what the fuck Koga was telling his son. Still, finally he'd get some recognition. There was no way any of these punk ass bitches could do what he could do. Maybe he'd even get to kick a few of their asses while he was at it...if Sesshomaru actually let him spar. One thing at a time though. Sword first. Ass kicking later.

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With a heavy sigh, Kagome leaned back at her desk and rubbed her temple lightly. Only a few more hours and then she'd be home in Inuyasha's arms. No homework. No stupid audit. Just them. Just love. She hoped that Sesshomaru stopped singling him out or else she'd never hear the end of it. InuYasha been depressed the last couple of weekends and didn't she know it. After all this time it never amazed her how much he liked to cuddle but cuddling also meant not being able to escape the endless bitching. Wasn't like he had anyone else to complain to so she tolerated it and was as comforting as she could be but...still, occasionally she wanted to talk about other things. Or just silence. Silence was a beautiful thing.

"You feeling alright?" came Greg's chipper as always voice, "Got some aspirin if you need it."

Damn, he had to have been watching her. She knew he watched her. It was weird but who could she really complain to? She was relatively new herself and she didn't want to bring any attention to herself. And he never did anything inappropriate. He was just creepy.

"I'm fine Greg," Kagome sighed in a tired voice, "Just ready for the weekend."

"Amen," came his laughing reply before he added casually, "You know, if your husband's gunna be late, we could go grab a drink after work. Just you and me. Come on. It'll be fun."

"No, I'm just going to go home," Kagome sighed heavily - now officially creeped out beyond measure.

"You always go home right after work?" Greg asked innocently, "The subway seems like such a chore. I could drive you home."

"No, I'm fine," Kagome insisted - more than a little perturbed, "I enjoy the subway."

"Alright," Greg sighed in a disappointed tone, "But let me know if you ever want to catch a drink or need a ride. I'm always available for you."

Kagome couldn't stop the slight bit of vomit that came up as he walked away.

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The fireplace crackled softly in the small parlor illuminating the elderly man. Their plan seemed to have been going completely unnoticed. His son had successfully infiltrated the woman's workplace. Was slowly learning her habits. It was only a matter of time but time was no object. He'd waited five hundred years for his revenge. What was a few more?