Short, yes. n.n; But longer than the last one! And I promise that this will be a trend! Props to colin the wondertwin. Also, any of you who like nc17 stuff, go check out my page. ^.~ For those who are interested in knowing when I update this and my other fics, you can go to http://groups.yahoo.com/group/katachresis and join my new ml. Now, enjoy, even though it's a bit on the underfed side XD Have -got- to learn how to flesh chapters out better!
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Sometimes, Masa reflected to himself wryly, he could be the biggest fool in the world. He wondered if Hiroshige-sensei had picked up on that.
He sat on his bed, homework spread out in front of him, and considered the duplicate handout he had for history. What on earth had possessed him to go back and find Hiroshige-sensei? And with such a flimsy excuse too. He would have been shocked if the teacher hadn't seen right through his lie.
Yet, he felt he had to. Something had caught his eye about Hiroshige-sensei... something about the way the teacher had looked at him, with eyes that seemed surprised and sad. The gaze had lingered on him for a breath longer than it should have and his mouth tightened slightly. Barely-noticeable reactions, all of them, but Masa had grown relatively adept at reading such small signs of emotional distress with his ex-girlfriend.
Something was causing Hiroshige-sensei a lot of pain, he was sure of it. And somehow, he reminded the teacher of it. He wondered distantly what it could be.
Masa sighed, falling back onto the bed and flinging an arm over his face. His head hurt. It was his first day of high school, and he already had at least an hour of homework in every class. And instead of getting started on any of it, he was lying there, contemplating playing therapist to a teacher at least fifteen years his senior.
Complete idiocy. He groaned, sat up, running a hand through hair that had fallen loose. He glanced over at his phone. This time last month, he would have been on it with Sana, blissfully ignoring his homework.
He rolled over onto his stomach, grabbed his pillow and pulled it over his head. God, he hated the night now. The night had been their time. It was the only time that they had been able to be together in any sense of the word since she moved back to Korea.
Without looking, he smacked the framed picture of her on his nightstand, knocking it over.
After a long while wallowing in his misery and -not- crying, damnit, he quietly sat up, gathered his homework, and went to sit at his desk. He slid headphones over his ears, turned the light on.
He supposed that it was lucky that he was having trouble sleeping already - with the amount of schoolwork he would be getting this year, he wouldn't have time for it. Ignoring the persistent ache in his heart, he opened his math textbook, grimacing at the assignment for the night.
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Sesshomaru lay on his futon in the dark, staring blankly up at the ceiling, feeling like his world was crashing in on him. He had spent the last several hundred years moving -on- with his life. Why was this happening now?
Of course, he was relatively certain that his brother's woman, Kagome, was somewhere out there. He had deliberately avoided working at the schools in that area of Tokyo, on the off-chance that he would run into her.
He hadn't really considered the chance that the others could have reincarnations, which was, in retrospect, rather short-sighted of him. Kagome, after all, was a reincarnation. It stood to reason that this would have happened sooner or later.
He closed his eyes, listening to his own breath. At one time, he would have heard the faint breaths of Rin lying next to him, and the discordant snores of Jaken, until he got fed up and kicked the servant.
Really, he had been a fool then. He had taken them for granted, and they had both been lost to him entirely too soon. He would never quite forgive himself for what had happened to them.
And yet, it had lead to an uneasy alliance with his hanyou brother, and eventually into a partnership. One might have even called them friends, though considering their past, they could never be as close as they might have been. And then, of course, time took away his brother as well.
He never grew close to Inuyasha's companions. He had seen no reason.
Sesshomaru groaned, sitting up. God, his head ached. And sleep was not forthcoming. Perhaps he should take something for his headache and read. Or drink something. Though he didn't think even that would help him sleep.
He sighed, getting up and going to the kitchen, settling on a cup of tea and some aspirin. He held it, let it cool down and warm his hands as he stared out the small kitchen window and wondered vaguely what the boy was doing now. Probably sleeping, blissfully unaware of the turmoil he was causing.
It was strange - in all the years he had known the other's face before, he had never realized how truly breathtaking he was. He had barely remembered his name, having always referred to him as "the monk." And his woman, of course. Was he going to be running into her as well? God, he hoped not. One of them was depressing enough.
Tucking back his shoulder-length hair, which he still wasn't used to, though it had been years since he cut it, he rinsed out his cup. Perhaps he would try sleeping again. He would have to face this all in the morning anyway.
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Sometimes, Masa reflected to himself wryly, he could be the biggest fool in the world. He wondered if Hiroshige-sensei had picked up on that.
He sat on his bed, homework spread out in front of him, and considered the duplicate handout he had for history. What on earth had possessed him to go back and find Hiroshige-sensei? And with such a flimsy excuse too. He would have been shocked if the teacher hadn't seen right through his lie.
Yet, he felt he had to. Something had caught his eye about Hiroshige-sensei... something about the way the teacher had looked at him, with eyes that seemed surprised and sad. The gaze had lingered on him for a breath longer than it should have and his mouth tightened slightly. Barely-noticeable reactions, all of them, but Masa had grown relatively adept at reading such small signs of emotional distress with his ex-girlfriend.
Something was causing Hiroshige-sensei a lot of pain, he was sure of it. And somehow, he reminded the teacher of it. He wondered distantly what it could be.
Masa sighed, falling back onto the bed and flinging an arm over his face. His head hurt. It was his first day of high school, and he already had at least an hour of homework in every class. And instead of getting started on any of it, he was lying there, contemplating playing therapist to a teacher at least fifteen years his senior.
Complete idiocy. He groaned, sat up, running a hand through hair that had fallen loose. He glanced over at his phone. This time last month, he would have been on it with Sana, blissfully ignoring his homework.
He rolled over onto his stomach, grabbed his pillow and pulled it over his head. God, he hated the night now. The night had been their time. It was the only time that they had been able to be together in any sense of the word since she moved back to Korea.
Without looking, he smacked the framed picture of her on his nightstand, knocking it over.
After a long while wallowing in his misery and -not- crying, damnit, he quietly sat up, gathered his homework, and went to sit at his desk. He slid headphones over his ears, turned the light on.
He supposed that it was lucky that he was having trouble sleeping already - with the amount of schoolwork he would be getting this year, he wouldn't have time for it. Ignoring the persistent ache in his heart, he opened his math textbook, grimacing at the assignment for the night.
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Sesshomaru lay on his futon in the dark, staring blankly up at the ceiling, feeling like his world was crashing in on him. He had spent the last several hundred years moving -on- with his life. Why was this happening now?
Of course, he was relatively certain that his brother's woman, Kagome, was somewhere out there. He had deliberately avoided working at the schools in that area of Tokyo, on the off-chance that he would run into her.
He hadn't really considered the chance that the others could have reincarnations, which was, in retrospect, rather short-sighted of him. Kagome, after all, was a reincarnation. It stood to reason that this would have happened sooner or later.
He closed his eyes, listening to his own breath. At one time, he would have heard the faint breaths of Rin lying next to him, and the discordant snores of Jaken, until he got fed up and kicked the servant.
Really, he had been a fool then. He had taken them for granted, and they had both been lost to him entirely too soon. He would never quite forgive himself for what had happened to them.
And yet, it had lead to an uneasy alliance with his hanyou brother, and eventually into a partnership. One might have even called them friends, though considering their past, they could never be as close as they might have been. And then, of course, time took away his brother as well.
He never grew close to Inuyasha's companions. He had seen no reason.
Sesshomaru groaned, sitting up. God, his head ached. And sleep was not forthcoming. Perhaps he should take something for his headache and read. Or drink something. Though he didn't think even that would help him sleep.
He sighed, getting up and going to the kitchen, settling on a cup of tea and some aspirin. He held it, let it cool down and warm his hands as he stared out the small kitchen window and wondered vaguely what the boy was doing now. Probably sleeping, blissfully unaware of the turmoil he was causing.
It was strange - in all the years he had known the other's face before, he had never realized how truly breathtaking he was. He had barely remembered his name, having always referred to him as "the monk." And his woman, of course. Was he going to be running into her as well? God, he hoped not. One of them was depressing enough.
Tucking back his shoulder-length hair, which he still wasn't used to, though it had been years since he cut it, he rinsed out his cup. Perhaps he would try sleeping again. He would have to face this all in the morning anyway.