Ah, Hello there bunnies! How are ya? Good. Now, about todays story, I noticed that even though I write a lot (like a lot a lot) about Sesshoumaru, I rearly write from his point of view. So, I decided to do it now. This was extremely fun. I tell you more about it after you've read. ^^ Oh, and if you're not into yaoi, don't get freaked out about this. You should be able to stomach this, just read till the end, 'kay?
Also, this isn't exactly a chapter fic, but this story has two parts. Why? I have my reasons. Now read the chapter, we'll meet at the end.
Something Problematic
The one where we finally take a peek inside Sesshoumaru's head
part 1
The horrible morning:
Sesshoumaru was just waking up from a very strange dream. He couldn't quite remember what it had been about, but the lingering feeling of regret and pain told him that it probably wasn't such a good dream. Well, it couldn't have been totally bad though, the feeling of complete satisfaction was far too great for a nightmare.
With surprisingly great effort he managed to blink his eyes half open (he was a morning person so waking up wasn't usually a problem). As he opened his eyes, he expected to see the white wall of his room, just like every other day. But now he was in for a surprise. Instead of his perfectly white wall, he saw…skin.
Lots of it.
And then there was a strand of wavy black hair.
Clod shivers ran up and down his spine.
Oh God, this did not happen.
"Good morning, my dearest! It's a wonderful morning, isn't it?" the familiar voice enthused way too close to his ear.
Sesshoumaru sat up quickly and groaned. He was aching all over.
"Don't strain yourself. I imagine you'll be a bit sore for a while", Naraku continued, obviously not the least bit worried that he was lying in Sesshoumaru's bed.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Naraku?" Sesshoumaru groaned and held his head between his hands. He had a terrible headache and his mouth was like hard sandpaper, making his voice sound strangely rough.
"I'm seriously insulted. No one ever forgets what they did with me…"
"You've got to be kidding me." He turned to look at Naraku, who actually was still in his bed and wasn't just his imagination's poor joke. "Please tell me you have some pants on…"
"Nope. Nada." Naraku grinned and proved it by throwing the bedcover aside, revealing his body. All of it, much to Sesshoumaru's annoyance. "And I would very much like to point out that you don't have anything on either. Now, what that tells you, I wonder?" Naraku almost purred leering.
Sesshoumaru grabbed the closest pillow and hit him with it. "Cover yourself you gigantic fool! What the fuck are you doing in my bed?"
"Ouch! Knock it off, would you!" Naraku screamed as the pillow hit him over and over again. When the hitting stopped he smirked again. "You seriously don't remember?" he asked from his huffing roommate, whose eyes were slightly red after what happened last night.
"NO!"
"Oh, well…" Naraku scratched his head. "I'm not gonna tell you. You just have to figure it out on your own, mister clever head. I'm gonna take a shower. You made me all messy yesterday, and while we're at it, you should probably change the bed sheets, too. They're a bit sticky." With that he left to the bathroom and left the baffled Sesshoumaru on the bed.
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After the horrible week:
It's probably not hard to imagine that Sesshoumaru was more than a little troubled by the fact that he had woken up in the same bed (naked) as his roommate and he couldn't remember anything that had led to it. For a week he used every free moment he had trying to recall what had happened that night.
Naraku wasn't helpful at all. He mainly managed to piss him off even more. Every time he walked pass him, he gave a knowing smirk and winked. Sesshoumaru didn't know which of the gestures was more annoying. It had come to the point where he wanted to punch him every time he saw him. Usually he only wanted to hit him when he was stupid enough to open his mouth and make unnecessary sounds, like talking.
After a week Sesshoumaru had managed to remember that he had been in a very good mood because his article had been published in the national chemistry magazine. Naraku had been his proofreader and had helped him to 'write it interestingly' as he had put it. When he had heard about the article being published, he had rushed home to tell Naraku…
…and he had suggested they take a drink to celebrate…
…and then there were lots of grey and even more black spots…
…and then he had woken up next to the bloody pain in the ass. And he was beginning to fear that that was a far more too literal choice of words than he would like it to be, after all, he had been sore in strange places after waking up…
Sesshoumaru feared that he was developing a headache that would last through a lifetime if he didn't get this whole thing figured out soon.
He was starting to think that the only way to find out what really happened would be to ask directly from Naraku. With a baseball bat.
No, he shouldn't use violence. He wasn't a brute.
He really wasn't.
However, if Naraku really had taken advantage of him while he was drunk, he would first torture him and then he would cut off his dirty dick and make him eat it and…
NO! Sesshoumaru shook his head. He wouldn't sink that low! Besides, he'd have to find out what had happened first. Perhaps he was just getting himself fired up for nothing. He would go home and ask Naraku to explain. Kindly.
So, that night before going home he bought a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of vodka. He himself hated both substances with a passion, but they were two of Naraku's many vices, and these two were his favorite. Sesshoumaru figured that he might have to bribe the bastard to open up his mouth and tell the truth. (Actually, out of all Naraku's vices sex was his personal favorite, but considering the circumstances Sesshoumaru ignored that one before it even crossed his mind.)
When he arrived home he was met by a shocking sight he rarely saw. Not because it never happened, but because Naraku didn't want people to see it. He usually locked himself in his bedroom while he was in the middle of it. Now on the other hand, he was doing it in the middle of the living room.
Studying.
His hair was in a messy bun on top of his head and his glasses (that he definitely didn't want others to see) were a little crooked. He was wearing an old sweater that was already so out of shape that the shapeless neckline shoved his left shoulder and there were several holes in his sweatpants. What always struck Sesshoumaru the most, however, was the completely and utterly happy expression he had on his face when he was absorbed in his books.
Books that were everywhere.
Sesshoumaru couldn't help but sigh. This would be problematic. Why? Oh well, because:
1. When Naraku was interested in something, he only snapped out of it after he had satisfied his thirst to know about it. Sometimes he was out of it for days, even weeks. Usually Sesshoumaru appreciated the peace, but now was a little different. He needed his undivided attention.
2. His weird roommate had an obsession. That obsession was books. He couldn't walk past a bookstore without going in and buying something 'Oh wow, Sesshoumaru, you can't believe what I just found'- interesting. Because of this, his room was filled with books. Every wall in his room was cover with bookshelves and they were filled so full it was a wonder they didn't break. And because he didn't have any more room in the shelves, the rest of the books were in piles all over the place. Like now in the living room that Sesshoumaru had just cleaned up. Didn't the bastard have any idea how much dust those things collected? Huh?
3. When Naraku was in this state of mind, he was acting serious, which was – if possible – even harder to deal with than when he was an idiot. Why? Because his logic was out of this world and universe. It actually wasn't logic at all, but Naraku acted like it was. Sesshoumaru on the other hand was a logical person through and through so he had a hard time keeping up with Naraku's idiocy. Naraku had a tendency to take seriously such matters that normal people would consider ridiculous, and then he would helplessly laugh at things that others were serious about. Troublesome.
4. The fact that Naraku was doing this in the living room instead of the privacy of his own room only proved that he was so absorbed that Sesshoumaru's presence wouldn't disturb him. Which was bad, because he was usually very careful not to let Sesshoumaru see him in that particular attire, and yet now he didn't care, so Sesshoumaru would have to do something extremely radical to get his attention. Dancing around naked wouldn't do the trick… (As if he'd ever do that)
5. When Naraku was concentrating, he didn't eat, and therefore he didn't cook either, which meant that Sesshoumaru (who was still banned from the kitchen) didn't get to eat properly either.)
This is why Sesshoumaru could only sigh. Perhaps he should have bought more cigarettes…
Actually there was only one way to get Naraku to lift his head from the books. Sesshoumaru already knew this but after waving his hands and jumping around Naraku had proven it, he didn't have much choice. The downside was that afterwards Naraku might be so pissed he wouldn't tell him anything.
Still, there was no choice if he wanted answers.
Sesshoumaru would have to cook.
He honestly didn't know what was hard about that task. He was a smart man, the best student in the university's chemistry department, and in the laboratory he was the best man to have around. He always knew what he was doing. It's sort of necessary actually, there's a lot of stuff that can blow to your face if you're not careful. Sesshoumaru never made a mistake.
And yet in the kitchen everything exploded.
Cooking is not that different from chemistry, not really, so the reason why he couldn't do it remained as a mystery to him. He had tried so many times but something always went wrong, and then Naraku had to come and help him while holding back tears as his precious equipments were destroyed.
Sesshoumaru did feel a little sorry for it, so he always cleaned up after himself (if Naraku let him that is) and he finally even agreed not to set foot in the kitchen again, if not for something necessary and quick. Of course, agreeing to it might've had something to do with the fact that Naraku had developed a sixth sense. He always knew when Sesshoumaru was about to go in to the prohibited room, and he was there to block his way.
And now he would have to cook in order to wake up the frying pan man.
Who knows, perhaps he'd succeed this time, though it might be wisest to do something easy and simple. Like boil some eggs.
That shouldn't be so hard. It was like boiling water, and he had only messed that up once, but it didn't even explode (like it even could). Putting in some eggs could hardly make much difference, right?
And that was another thing. In the laboratory he had boiled water for god knows how many times and it had never gone wrong, ever. But in the kitchen…
Never mind, it wasn't important.
Now, where did that nutcase keep the kettles? Oh yes, in the cupboard next to the oven.
Damn, it was locked.
Sesshoumaru went back to the living room and somehow balanced his way over and between the piles of books so he could get to Naraku. He kneeled next to the man who was apparently reading something about…well…oh come on, how could anyone read a text like that? The lettering was so old and winding that it was impossible to make sense of it. And it seemed like it was in Latin…
Oh well, the keys.
Sesshoumaru stuck his hand into the man's left pocket. He always kept his keys there. At the same time he tried very hard not to look at the bare shoulder in front of him and not to think about the night he wanted to forget and what his hand was currently next to.
He succeeded quite well.
He even got the keys.
Naraku turned a page and continued to ignore the rest of the world.
Sesshoumaru walked back to the kitchen humming quietly.
TBC…
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So? What happened on that night? Wouldn't you like to know hmm? ^^ Kukuku. Don't worry, I'll post the next part tomorrow or the day after, depends on my fever. (yes, I'm sick again.)
Like I said, this was fun to do. I noticed that up until now I'bve written this story mainly from Naraku's point of view, even when it's about Sesshoumaru. Therefore the chapters have been somewhat chaotic and random, just like Naraku's (and my) head. Now it resembels Sesshoumaru. I'm not sure if I still quite cought the exact mood I wanted, so I decided to divide this thing. I want to explore a bit more. Sesshoumaru has a whole different way of thinking and I'd like to be able to show that.
Leave some love!
~Val
