A/N: Okay, I am finally getting around to writing this. To Taylor Swift. Yes, I have Taylor Swift playing again and again. I mean, you just have to love her. I know I do. But now I'm sidetracked. Okay… um… I remember now!! I want to thank KiraraTwoTail for giving me the best review I've so far, even though it says it was three in the morning when she typed it, so I'm not really sure what she was trying to say :D. And you know, I have always wondered why they spell Kirara's name with two "R"s instead of two "L"s, since that's what it sounds like… Okay, my mindless rambling is done! I'm sure you eager beavers (hee hee) want to read the story, so here it is!
Sango: After the disclaimer. We don't want you getting sued, now do we?
Me: -rolls eyes- Yes, Mom. I do not own any Inuyasha characters or anything else affiliated with it. (Like the Naraku doll my friend bought that one day we were at the mall.)
My Friend Mysty: It's an action figure!!
Me: Whatever.
"Hi." I smiled weakly. "I'm, um, Kagome Higurashi." No!! I was this close to forming at least a semi-intelligent sentence! And then that stupid "um" had to creep its way in there! Dammit!
"I know." His smile mirrored mine. Did he think I was cute? Or was he just nervous? Ohmygosh. Please don't start hyperventilating!
His hand was still hanging in midair. I quickly grabbed it and shook it. His finger nails scratched my knuckle when I let go and it started to bleed.
"Oh!" I gasped. "Excuse me. I'll go clean up really fast."
"Let me," Sesshomaru said. He gently lifted my hand up to his mouth and… well. He licked the cut. Yeah. That's a little weird. But it stopped bleeding and started scabbing over.
"How'd you do that?" I asked. "I mean, that's just… Oh my dear sweet lord! That's kinda freaky!"
He chuckled, but there wasn't really any humor in his voice. "All demons have some sort of healing." I had completely forgotten why we were even supposed to be going out! I had forgotten that I was a demon! Is that sad or what? "My saliva can heal minor injuries."
"And your claws can cause minor injuries," I pointed out, glancing at my hand, then back at him. My goodness, he was hot. You would think that a young guy with long sliver hair would just look weird, but he didn't. He looked otherworldly.
"Yes, they can," he agreed. "Do you want to leave so we can make it to the movie on time?" What movie? Oh. Twilight. I'm such a retard.
"Yeah. Let's go." I smiled, but surprisingly not at the prospect of sitting in a movie theater for two hours, watching Robert Pattinson. And Taylor Lautner. I was excited that I was going to be sitting in a dark theater for two hours next to Sesshomaru Taisho. That was a bit… strange. Was I starting to fangirl over a real guy, as opposed to fictional characters?
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On the drive, we were silent. It was a jarring contrast to my date with Inuyasha. It bothered me a little bit, because Lord knows I am a huge talker, but I knew he probably wasn't going to respond to any conversation.
Still, I had to try.
"So…" I tapped my fingers on my leg. "What do you like to do?"
"I like to listen to music," he said. Yay! I got a positive response! Granted, he was staring out the window when he said it, but still.
"What kind of music?" I asked. He may have thought I was being a huge pest, but I didn't care. I wanted to get to know him better.
"All kinds, but my favorite bands are Paramore and Linkin Park."
"No F-ing way!" I shouted, maybe a bit too loudly. He looked at me as if I were a little bit crazy. "Those are my favorites too! 'Numb' is, like, my theme song!"
"Me too," he mumbled. Then he returned to staring out the window.
That should've been a sign to me that the discussion was over. But I had to keep rambling. "You too what?"
"I think that 'Numb' is my theme song too."
There was sadness in his voice when he said that. Did somebody pressure him to be someone that he wasn't? I can't believe anybody would want him to be anything but the perfect creature that he was.
Like a dork, I started singing:
I've become so numb
I can't feel you there
Become so tired
So much more aware
I'm becoming this
All I want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like you
"You're a good singer," Sesshomaru commented when I finished.
I blushed. "No, not really. I just like music."
"Well, I think you're good. And my seal of approval is all you need." Then he smiled. Really smiled. It wasn't a little half-smirk like the ones he'd been giving me all evening. He looked happy. But as soon as it was there, it disappeared again. If I had blinked, I would have missed it.
I really wanted to make him look that way again.
"Are you going to get out?" Sesshomaru asked me.
"What?" I blinked. We were at the theater. "Oh, yeah. Sorry. I was just thinking." I shoved open the door and got out.
As soon as we went inside, the smell of butter-flavored oil and burnt popcorn overwhelmed my senses. "Excuse me," I said, covering my mouth with my hand and rushing to the bathroom. I threw up into one of the toilets (that other people had used. I know, gross), washed my hands, and went back outside, breathing heavily through my mouth. And even that was pushing it.
"Once you know what you are, your senses become more acute," Sesshomaru explained. "But you don't need as much oxygen as humans. Just breathe shallowly through you your mouth."
I followed his instructions, and found that I immediately felt better. "Thanks. I feel so much better."
"No problem." And he looked truly happy again.
TTTTTTTTTTTI barely saw the movie. I was too busy paying attention to how close Sesshomaru and I were to each other. We were practically touching! I should've at least been paying a little bit of interest to the movie so that when something semi-scary happened, I could pretend to be frightened.
But I had no idea what was going on. And when it came out officially I'd have to pay to see it so that I'd know if it was actually good or not. Damn.
"Did you like it?" Sesshomaru asked after we left.
"Oh, yeah," I said. "It was good. Actually, I might even go see it again."
"I'm glad you found it so enjoyable."
He insisted on walking me to my front door once we reached my house. He kissed my hand like an old-fashioned gentleman and said, "Good night. I hope you have sweet dreams."
Without thinking, I said, "Oh, I definitely will, since you're going to be one of the last things I see before I go to sleep." I was instantly aware of a deep flush highlighting my cheeks. I looked away, obviously embarrassed.
"I think I'll have good dreams too." With that, he stepped away and left. I could have sworn I saw his shoulders shaking slightly as if he were laughing.
He had definitely swept me off my feet.
A/N: So… that was fun, wasn't it? I do have a couple more disclaimers, and these ones aren't fun and don't have special guests like my Naraku-doll-obsessed friend (she also bought a Gaara plushie at the same store).
Mysty: Hey! You say that like it's a bad thing!
Me: Oh, trust me, it is. –shoves Mysty out of room and locks door- Okay, disclaimers. I do not own Linkin Park, Paramore, or Twilight, or anything affiliated with those two things. Well, I own copies of all the Twilight Saga books and both Paramore CDs, but that's different. I don't actually own rights to any of those things.
Mysty:-breaks down door- I hate you.
Me: Yeah, but you will still read my fanfiction because you said that it's really good.
Mysty: True.
Note: Mysty was not actually with me when I wrote this. Everything that she "said" is just what I think she would say if she were with me. Although, I don't think she is actually strong enough to beat down a door. And Mysty, if you're reading this, when you jazz hands in show choir, your hand looks distorted. Just so you know.
She will probably kill me after she reads this. Seriously. Her dad had a collection of medieval torture devices in their basement. (Her family is really weird.) So if she does, I love you all! If she doesn't, I still love you all! And I will actually be able to continue writing if I am not maimed or disfigured in any way! YAY!! (Sorry I'm so hyper. I just drank a Monster and those things make me a teeny bit psycho.)
