**Damn its so difficult trying to fit in what sesshoumaru does in his free time aside from wondering all over the place!

Btw, there really is such a person as Takeshi Kaneshiro, and he really is as gorgeous as Reira says!! http://mangaart.com/takeshi/gallery/g2/ gogogosee him! He looks like a manga character from Saito Chiho *sigh*...neways he's a chinese/japanese actor/singer and models for emporio armani ^________^ **




EYES ON ME
-Chapter 6-

Tokyo had its fair share of traffic jams and such. On a typical working day, the air would be filled with the suffocating stench of exhaust fumes, burnt coffee and human pespiration. The bleak, grey road would be congested with miles and miles of painfully slow traffic. Every five minutes or so, the body of vehicles would part, allowing streams of pedastrians to go through as they jostled and pushed to cross over to the other side of the road. And then the whole process would start all over again.

This morning, however, the normally organized mess gave way to chaos in its raw, unadulterated form. At the sidewalks, the impassive denizens of Tokyo dropped their masks for once and gaped, open mouth, at the small spectacle occuring on the congested streets.

The first thing that entered their minds would have been a procession of sorts. A visit from some royalty, or the prime minister. Except for the fact that the road blocks weren't present, and neither were the bodyguards or the traffic police.

Or the fact that the reason behind the six-way traffic was was a single, kimono clad stranger with long white hair, strolling along as if his/her grandfather owned the entire road. Which was probably true. A few centuries ago of course.

Horns blared and tyres screeched to a halt as the vehicles maneouvered themselves, piling up in desperate attempts to avoid collision. The usual straight lines of traffic had disappeared, and cars and trucks were strewn in different directions. Angry heads stuck themselves out of windows, hurling curses and vulgarities at nobody in particular. No, it was far from a royal procession. More like a visit from godzilla.

"Watch it, baka!

"Hey jerk get outta my way!"

Of course, none of these mattered to Sesshoumaru as he continued on, chin raised almost haughtily and back held proud and straight. His straight, silver hair blew in the wind behind and his large, creamy-white fur pelt (or rather his tail) was slung in its usual place over his shoulders. The kimono he wore billowed around him as spiked armour shone with a pearly gleam in the hazy morning sun. To the passersby, he was an impressive, if not odd, sight indeed.

In truth, he wasn't half as unpertrubed as he had appeared. His poisoned claws were itching to be used and the taut calf muscles hidden beneath voluminous kimono pants strained as he was tempted to leap and prance high above where the scent of these disgusting humans could not reach.

Yet there were reasons why he hadn't chosen the alternative and instead was travelling on foot. One, he knew that these good, kind folks would call on unnatural powers if he ever so much as made a move towards them. Of course, guns and rifles would not have been sufficient for him. Maybe explosives.

Another was because he relished in the fear he had created. Those people behind him hidden in their metal beasts were frightened. The people staring on by the sides were frightened.

They didn't express it physically. But he was a natural born predator; he could sense their fear. Smell it even, admist the foul odours of the city. The fear was thrown towards him, like waves and ribbons of black smoke, curling and twisting and meandering their way around. And it fed him, made him grow positively stronger with each wave.

Stopping abrubtly, he threw back his silver mane, allowing an insane, almost devilish smile crack through his normally icy cold expression. And around him, all was silent, as the passengers cowered in their vehicles and the people by the side froze in their actions, watching on in awe and apprehension at this magnificent creature from feudal Japan.

***

"Ne, Aska!" Reira said excitedly, sliding behind the brown coffee table. Aska looked up from her physics textbook and gave a helpless smile. It didn't take a genius to figure out what her next sentance was--

"Why on earth did you run away just now??" And thus came the inevitable question.

Aska sighed, glancing out of the ice-cream cafe's stained glass windows as she twirled a pilot pen with her dainty fingers.

"Mmm...let's just say I wasn't that smitten with Takeshi, ok Reira?" Of course, she knew that it would take much more than that to satisfy Reira's huge appetite, but it would do for now.

Reira scratched her head with both hands in exasperation, soft brown curls bouncing. "But I don't get it! I mean...this is Takeshi we're talking about! Imagine...lounging next to him in his yacht, his limousine...the fame you could have had!" Placing the back of her tanned hand against her forehead, she mock-fainted promptly against the maroon cushion behind her.

Aska blushed, then reached across the table with her pen and jabbed Reira in the arm.

"Reira, it was scary! YOU should have been there on stage..." she shuddered as the dagger glares seemed to return to haunt her memory. "Trust my word...it definitely wasn't the nicest place on earth to be in."

Reira recovered from her fainting fit and squinted her chocolate brown eyes at Aska. "It's not because of...you-know-who, is it?" She whispered conspiratorally, leaning closer to Aska. What were you thinking...of course Reira hadn't forgotten.

A waiter hovered nearby, waiting for an opportunity to pounce on the two ice-creamless girls. It was a general rule, that customers had to order at least something from the shop before they could relax in peace.

Hiding her delight carefully, Aska waved meekly at the sordid figure drifting next to her, glad of the pesky waiter's presence for once.

"Reira, let's order something shall we? I was waiting for you to get here anyway." She chirped in a maddeningly merry tone to Reira, who pouted and slumped back into her seat. "Two cherry-covered mocha ice cream please."

***

Abnormally bright eyes peered out from behind a large tree, breath short and raspy. Thick, ugly lips were parted as beads of sweat rolled off the greasy skin. A gnarled, wart covered hand caressed the rough bark of the tree almost tenderly as the breathing grew quicker and harsher.

"Hu...hu...hu..."

Silently, he watched as the last light of the ice-cream cafe flickered and went off. His fingers curled tightly around the bark in anticipation. Finally, the girl appeared, barely five metres away.

Lord, she was beautiful. Curly, raven black locks that shimmered in the dim streetlights, slender long legs and a tight jacket that emphasize her full chest which bounced and jiggled with each step she took...

"Reira, sayonara!"

Her sweet voice sounded like the most wondrous music on earth. She was greeting her friend beside her goodbye. And she was going to be left alone.

As he watched the departing girl from the corner of his eyes, his gaze never leaving the raven haired beauty, he remembered the words of that mysterious man from the night before.

"Do what you want with her...treat it as if...her mind and her body, all belong to you. And for that, you will receive two thousand us dollars..."

The two thousand was just an added bonus of course. The real attraction, he knew now, was this girl.

As the girl turned her back towards him and took off in brisk steps, he slipped his hands off the tree trunk and left the safety of the shadows, stepping fervantly behind her. Already, the sweat was forming a small pool inside the thick, brown wintercoat he was wearing.

"Hu...hu...I'm coming, my beauty..."

***

As she trudged wearily through the deserted street, she cast a nervous glance over her shoulder. She had been studying in the cafe with Reira till they had lost track of time, and now, she was rather regretting her carelessness. And now, she was just this close to freaking out. Each time she saw her reflection in the windows of the dark, empty shops beside her, she jumped and let out a tiny "eep!".

In the silence of the shadowy street, she finally found her thoughts drifting to the silver-haired woman once again. At least, between thoughts of murderous psychopaths and a frustrating stranger, the latter was the lesser of the two evils.

But before she could pull her thoughts together, a rough, clammy hand had slapped itself over her mouth, choking back the small, panicked scream that was about to escape from her.

Her mind whirling with fear and confusion, she grabbed at the arm frantically even as she was being dragged backwards, the soles of her shoes scraping and banging against the gravelly floor. Her eyes looked around desperately for any sign of possible help.

I...I'm gonna be...raped?? The thought hit her with the speed of a bullet train even as red hot tears welled up into her eyes. Flailing and kicking her legs wildly in an attempt to get free, her tiny hands beat uselessly against the strong arm over and over again. Waves of nausea coursed through her as she felt the burning warmth of the heaving chest against her back.

"Don't worry my dear, I will be very gentle..."

Oh please somebody, help me! Reira!!

"...and you are going to feel so loved..."

This can't be happening to me...it can't! HELP, SOMEBODY!!!

***

People often had the concept that demons such as Sesshoumaru were known thought to have five senses which surpassed even the strongest of humans tenfold. Sight, touch, hearing taste, smell. What they didn't normally realise, however, was that demons possessed a sixth sense, the one which warned them, even before any scent or sound, when danger is eminent. The sense which youkai relied most heavily upon during a heated battle, where the opponent was just too quick for the eye to see.

And it was this sixth youkai-sense that awoke Sesshoumaru from his deep slumber, within his apartment miles away from Aska.

***

Pain.

Darkness.

Despair.

Then, a bright streak of white light.

Suddenly, a gutteral snarl filled the alley.

The heavy weight pressed against her chest lifted, the crazed groping, the searing acidic touch of slimy, greasy lips against her, ceased abrubtly. Followed by a hoarse human scream, ripping through the dark.

Lifting her sore neck with a low groan, she shook her head groggily, the strange snarling and growling noises in the background barely registered in her senses.

Then, she froze.

-end chapter 6-


-Reviews corner-

[Madison] - wait wait here's the new chapter!! *holds sheets of paper in front as a guard*

[Animefan] - here ya go! enjoy =D

[dark star] - *starts to get all watery-eyed* you dont...*sniff* like Aska? but she really is...!! Oops ehehe =p *sniff*
well u should check out Takeshi...he's really soooooooo gorgeous!!!
mm..inuyasha...i dont reli like him sometimes either so.....=_______=

[bakadeshi] - Thank you! Yea i'm trying to steer away from too much soppiness and mushyness though i can be so darn tempted at times! Watch out for my other new AU fic though..it will probably be more of a romance ficcie den dis one o___o

[Naatz] - i will thank you!!! *Hugz*

[Blue angel] - And thank you for your concern too =D well i'm feeling much better now...especially since i've got my writting to take my mind of things!

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[Anata] - *giggles* you're so cute!! : ) (sorry bout my 'witty' reply i'm really tired you see = |)

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