Tears in the Silence: Sesshomaru

This is my first Inuyasha story; please be kind! I may have errors in spelling and in the actual story of Inuyasha, but if you have any questions on these, please tell me!

It may be kind of confusing at first, but most likely each chapter will deal with a different character's point of view (kinda like the Star Wars novels) This one is Sesshomaru; later chapters will feature Sango, Kagome, Miroku, Inuyasha, Rin and perhaps Jakken.

This is set in modern day Japan, in a small town (almost a city); not Tokyo. Um, and there will be Inu/Kag, and Sessh/Rin and Miroku and Sango. Maybe more….

But three pairs is enough for one story, me thinks.

Sesshomaru

Jakken peered over the shoulder of his colleague, Sesshomaru, taking a look at the new class sheet that he was regarding closely.

"Same as ever, sir?" Jakken asked in his slightly squeaky voice. Sesshomaru grunted, and threw Jakken the list.

"I take it your brother been put in your class again?"

Sesshomaru raked his hands through his increasingly long white hair, eyeing it as though it was the enemy. Many of the other teachers at the school thought that Sesshomaru Youka was vain in the utmost sense of the world, but truth to be told, he was just lazy.

"I hate first days," Sesshomaru grumbled, looking for his hated glasses. They were new, bought the day before, and Sesshomaru loathed the sight of them; it was ironic that he now needed them to see.

Sesshomaru was barely twenty-five, but he had been losing his eyesight steadily since he was a young child. He had managed to get through classes and lectures by sitting as close as he could to the front, but after calling one of his very burly, VERY macho football students by a woman's name, he felt that he had to get something to help him see.

Jakken was his teaching assistant, but most would call him Seshomaru's shadow. Scuttling around after Mr. Youka, Jakken would often be the butt of many jokes, mostly about his extremely minute structure and his huge glasses. It didn't bother him as much as it would have, as he was in love with his master. That love was definitely unreturned, but Jakken could sigh, and bustle around his love, making sure that he was as comfortable as possible. Not particularly smart, this was the extent of Jakken's will.

"What classes are we signed up for this year?" Sesshomaru asked indifferently as he tried to keep from getting coffee all over his immaculate white suit.

"Well, history, mostly. And an English class. Oh no," Jakken said miserably, and cringed as Sesshomaru glared at him.

"Its just that sir, well..." Jakken went silent, and peered at the sheet again.

"Out with it, I don't have all day," Sesshomaru said, rummaging around his desk for his spare keys.

"It seem that you have been signed up to head a club this year."

Sesshomaru sighed, giving up on the keys. He never found anything on his first day.

"Jakken. We always head the martial arts club."

"Well, yes, sir, but... not this year. Another teacher has taken that spot over," Jakken said miserably.

Sesshomaru dropped his coat on the table, and crossed his arms, glaring at Jakken.

"That better be a typo,"

"No sir. I... I don't think it is. You see, it seems that a pretty reclusive family has come to settle here, and they're quite well known for their skill at martial arts. And it would be in very bad taste, very bad taste, sir, to protest against the board's decision. They could cut our funding." Jakken added with a whimper, as Sesshomaru had taken a step towards him.

"Well then, what do I, pray tell, and have to teach?"

"Uh, well, that is... Miss Kaede is sick and..."

On the Saturday, Sesshomaru stood in the center of a large group of girls, feeling very out of place. The girls ranged from the ages of thirteen to nineteen, and all were chattering and giggling insensibly. Sesshomaru particularly loathed the fact that every so often one of them would take a quick glance at him, and then giggle again. A horrible, high-pitched giggle.

"Ugh," Sesshomaru said, and tried to extract himself from the gaggle of women.

Sesshomaru was in quite a predicament, and he knew it. To choose him, HIM, Sesshomaru, the heart breaker, to lead a class of mainly women, on the healing arts...It just wasn't possible.

Sesshomaru knew that he was the laugh of the staff room, and was sure that they had already started placing bets on how many women would throw themselves at him this week. It wasn't as far fetched, as it seemed.

Sesshomaru was a looker, and he well knew it. He used it when he was younger to sway his female (and rarely, male) teachers to let him do what he wanted to do. As he got older, and women were more of an enticement, he didn't have to work hard at all to get the women to throw themselves at him. But even then, he began to hate them, hate their silly crushes that would mean nothing to them in a few months, when he would remember them forever.
It was with one particularly bad case that he shunned women altogether. But they still wanted him, and wanted him more, as he had become, in their minds, very mysterious and sexy.

Thus, the predicament. He hated them, they loved him. By the end of the week, he knew he would get calls from distressed mothers, asking him what he had done to their daughters. Older, distressed women were not his choice in women either.
In fact, he had been pretty much celibate for the last year or so, finding no woman that ever piqued his interest. Most of the time, Sesshomaru lost hope that he ever would.

"Girls, settle down." The girls looked at him with shining eyes, and turned to face him. Having all those eyes on him at once was particularly unnerving. Sesshomaru sighed, and settled down to teaching his attentive class.

"This is belladonna. Does anyone have any idea of what its uses are?

Seeshomaru asked wearily, and was surprised when several hands went up. He realized Miss Kaede was a far more component teacher than he was in the area he was forced to teach, but he ploughed on nonetheless.

After helping the class brew a simple cure-all tea, Seshomaru dismissed them, and walked to the back of the class to mark his papers. Ruffling through the sheets, he didn't notice when one of the younger students of the class shuffled up to him, and grabbed on to his white shirt.

Looking down, he saw an average girl with medium length dark hair, and liquid brown eyes. She had a smattering of freckles across her face, but even though her features were cheerful, her expression was not. She was frowning, and looked as if she was trying very hard not to cry.

"Yes? What is it?" Sesshomaru asked, eyeing the girl warily. The girl shook her head, and pointed to the door, not answering his question.

"I'm not one for games. Please go bother someone else." Sesshomaru said gruffly, wrenching his amber eyes from her brown ones.

She continued to tug at his shirt, pointing more and more frantically at the door, but Sesshmaru ignored her. Although never confronted with such odd behavior, he was not going to stand for interruptions in his work.

"That is enough. Leave, or I shall call the principal on you. He's not very nice on Saturdays, as it's his day off." The girl widened her eyes, then lowered her head, and shuffled out of the room. Sesshomaru effectively ignored her, and got back to his work.

Sesshomaru heard the door close, and gave a sigh of relief. Finally, he was free of all interruptions. He marked his papers quickly, not surprised that the marks were all high. All of the women had hung on to his every word, and he now knew that he wasn't distracting their learning. Of course, he didn't know the girls marks from Miss Kaede, but he was sure that they were comparative.
Sesshomaru stood up, and stretched, his long arms almost reaching the ceiling of the small room. Scratching his head absently, Sesshomaru gathered all of his items in to his brief case, and headed out the door. Jakken waved a farewell, and received a curt nod from Sesshomaru. It was more than what Jakken expected, and he about fell from his chair in delight.
Recovering slightly from the unexpected warmth from Sesshomaru, Jakken seized his journal, and hurriedly snatched a pen from the desk. Jakken would not, of course, forget the nod, but he felt he had to write it down just in case, some years later, he did forget.
Sesshomaru walked briskly down the street, past parked cars, and more than the occasional bicycle. It was a quiet town, and Sesshomaru was getting used to the quaintness. It was not that very different from the life he had led up to that point, but it was different enough that it could stagger his senses if he let the idea roll around in his mind long enough.
Turning down a side street, Sesshomaru quickly entered the grand walkway that led to an even grander home.
Built several hundred years before, the mansion was a feat in design and ingenuity. The building stood on pieces of wood at least ten feet in diameter, and about six feet tall. The house was painted blood red and black, and where gold had once been, a gold varnish had replaced. The house had been kept in good condition, but it was not as glorious as it had been years before.
Sesshomaru took off his shoes, and entered the house that had been his alone up until about three months ago. Three months ago was when his half brother Inuyasha had come to live with him, after some sort of social faux-pas that had occurred when he lived with their father.

Sesshomaru stopped trying to think, and sank in to one of the comfy chairs that had replaced the formal dining set that had sat in the room before.
Sesshomaru was startled awake when the front door opened again, and his younger brother walked through, muttering under his breath about some stupid wench. Sesshomaru sighed, and retrieved his glasses, jamming them on to his nose.

"What a wonderful way to begin the week," Sesshomaru muttered, and went to start his dinner; completely ignoring that Inuyasha was destroying rather than making a sandwich. Sesshomaru effectively tuned out his younger brother until a piece of banana flew through the air, and hit him on the cheek.
Turning angrily towards Inuyasha, Sesshomaru threw the banana back to Inuyasha, who was broken from his destructive revelry.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" Sesshomaru asked calmly, but the slight growl that accompanied his voice betrayed his inner anger. Inuyasha looked around in surprise, and stared open mouthed at the kitchen.
Covered in a combination of banana peels, peanut butter and bread crumbs, there seemed to be more sandwiches on the wall than on Inuyasha's plate.

"Jeez. I'll clean up, don't have a cow," Inuyasha said, his mouth full of food.

Sesshomaru grimaced as some of the food sprayed out of Inuyasha's mouth, but made not another comment. He would rather suffer in silence, as long as his dolt of a brother managed to clean the kitchen.

Sesshomaru finished his soup and cleaned up his mess, and noticed that Inuyasha was nowhere to be found but the kitchen was relatively clean. Shrugging, Sesshomaru returned to the study, and stared out the window.

He lazily noted the presence of a lone car driving along quite a quiet section of street. Although Sesshomaru still knew next to nothing about cars, he did know that Limosines were a rare sight in this small town, and thus Sesshomaru peered out the window, hoping he could make out the figures in the car.

He could only see that two people sat together in the seat, and they looked a little close to be sitting on a seat each.

"Ah. Getting married," Sesshomaru said to himself, and ignored the window again, returning to his book on herbs that was very dry.

He never heard Inuyasha come back in, muttering under his breath once again, storm up the stairs. Sesshomaru was still in his overstuffed chair, fast asleep.

Dear Diary,
God. I hate myself. Why couldn't I have left Mr. Youka alone today? I mean, N-no names. I'm still not sure how safe it is for me to be writing this, but for the moment, I don't care. He hurts me no matter what I do. I wish that I could talk, but that is forbidden to me. Perhaps if I send him a letter?
I do not wish to be in more pain than I'm in now.

Chapter 1, Sesshomaru, Finished! YAY!

I plan to do a chapter for each of the main chars; Inuyasha and Kagome's chapters will be just as long. M'kay?

Enjoy!