Teach Me Heartache

Chapter 2: Toil and Trouble

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Actually, I do. But only when I'm stoned and am hallucinating. Hehehe. Wouldn't mind if Takahashi-sama gave me either Inu-chan or Sess-chan, they're both dreamy. :Drools: Or rather, just give 'em both to me would be more of a justification for this brilliant, raunchy story, eh::Dies when bullet from Takahashi's lawyers hit my head:

Note: Sesshy-chan is kinda OOC in this fic because he's kinda affectionate to Kagome in a sisterly kind of way because she bugs the heck out of Inuyasha and yeah, that's it.

-x-

Sesshoumaru smirked as the newly hired maid fainted at the first sight of him. He loved the effect he had on people, especially on women. Men don't giggle then faint at the sight of him, they automatically melted into the background like the insignificant insects they were but even if they tried to stand out, Sesshoumaru would still transcend them anyway.

And the women…

Ah, the things these lovestruck women offer you for being such a stunningly gorgeous man.

He indifferently walked away, not sparing the poor brown-haired and thoroughly unconscious maid another glance and climbed the winding staircase of the Yoshihiro Villa. He reminded himself to remind his parents not to hire more female servants because they become useless whenever he or his younger brother were in sight. Normally, Sesshoumaru would look stoic and deadpan as a statue but since he had an extraordinarily good day, he was in an extraordinarily good mood.

Which was rare for Japan's most popular movie star. But that was understandable. If you were so popular that the mere way you walk would instantly get you recognized without even seeing your face and people would horde you incessantly, then you'd have good reason to be always in a bad mood.

But Sesshoumaru shed his usually expressionless frown and was replaced by a sardonic smile, the closest thing to a grin he could produce.

That morning, his manager had disrobed her evilness and shown him that underneath that cold, tough shell was a warm and soft woman that could make any man's day. His sough-after manager, Ohara Rin proved to be a most warm, soft and utterly scintillating woman on the couch, on the mahogany desk in his office, against the wall and on the floor. They had cancelled all of their important and non-important meetings that day and spent eight hours basking in glorious pleasure.

Normally, Sesshoumaru would never have taken Rin on her offer because even though he loved women and their fascinating bodies, he wasn't much for them literally throwing themselves into his arms. But Rin was such a hotheaded and ruthless woman, denying that she felt anything for him but just today, Rin had jumped into his arms naked while he had been going through the countless movie proposals on his desk. Her actions had shocked him and Rin had been aggressive and good that he only realized what he was doing when he was already intimately within her.

Of course, it was totally uncharacteristic of him.

But he had loved every second of it.

Sesshoumaru was remembering one particular moment when Rin had used whip cream and ice cream, and then he passed Inuyasha's room and heard him laughing loudly, wildly and freakily inside.

Normally, Sesshoumaru wouldn't care about his brother's weirdness but that laugh sounded particularly identical to the laugh he had acted out during one of his more horrific and scientific but nonetheless breakthrough movies three years ago, The Mad. This was enough to mildly interest him. Inuyasha usually laughs like a barking dog with a broken leg. He laughed now like a barking dog with a broken leg that had found a long-lost best friend, the dog's favorite chew toy.

Standing outside, easily cutting his presence with a single blink of those gorgeous eyes of his and Inuyasha would never feel or smell the existence of his big brother standing outside the tall double oak doors that lead to one of the biggest rooms in the Villa. It was a trick Sesshoumaru had learned early from his father because even as a young child, Sesshoumaru was quite a brooder who didn't want people noticing him too much. So his father, President Yoshihiro of Demonwood Enterprise, had taught him how to deliberately hide away his aura, his scent and his very presence from others so they would not know he was there unless they see him directly.

Sesshoumaru listened as Inuyasha cackled loudly, uncaring if the whole world heard.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Triumph his mine! I have succeeded in achieving the thing most men only dream about! And I did not even have to do anything. My mere sex appeal had made the impossible happen!"

Sesshoumaru's eyebrows lifted a bit higher on his wonderful forehead. The words Inuyasha were practically bellowing were the exact words from The Mad. Except Inuyasha had declared the words 'sex appeal' instead of 'genius and brilliance', which was the original script.

More guffawing followed.

Irritated now that his sensitive ears on top of his head were beginning to throb from Inuyasha's weird laugh, Sesshoumaru opened the door without even knocking and slinked inside. Inuyasha was standing in front of the large windows that led to his room's veranda, his clawed hands up in the air and glinting from the sunlight that filtered through the clear glass. His head was thrown back and he roared with glee, his hair nearly sweeping against the carpeted floor.

Exactly like the pose Sesshoumaru had done in The Mad.

"What are you doing ingrate?" Sesshoumaru bluntly asked, naturally insulting his brother in an almost affectionate way, if his voice and expression weren't so deadpan.

Inuyasha froze and the chuckle clogged in his throat. He quickly whipped around, eyes narrowed and hands balled into fist. But when Inuyasha saw his exceedingly tall brother with something fluffy draped across one shoulder, he still didn't relax but just lowered his hands and straightened.

He growled, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Sesshoumaru slightly wrinkled his perfect nose. "I live in this house, remember? You are such a fool Inuyasha and why are you quoting me from The Mad?"

Indignation filled Inuyasha's golden eyes and he lifted his chin in anger. Sesshoumaru always treated him like he wasn't part of the family. But then again he also treated Sesshoumaru the same way. "I know you live here! I meant what the hell are you doing in my room? Haven't you ever heard of knocking to gain consent for admission?"

Sesshoumaru gave a gorgeous smirk. "Tut, tut, Inuyasha, 'such big words for a small mind'." A mocking look appeared in his golden eyes and said, "Do you know who I am quoting?"

Inuyasha's brow furrowed in annoyance. "Shut up! Kagome didn't mean to say that! She loves me!"

An obviously surprised look appeared on Sesshoumaru's perfect face. "She does? Strange. I rather perceived she hated your slimy guts."

The younger brother waved it off with a hand gesture. "Yeah, yeah. Kagome still does hate my slim – uh, wonderful – guts but it's my body she loves. She said so herself."

It didn't take a genius to understand the reason for Inuyasha's obvious triumphant laughter a moment ago. Kagome was a very beautiful girl who was innocent and naturally friendly and warm. Truth be told, Sesshoumaru was rather fond of Kagome not only because of her refreshing nature – she wasn't very much in awe of him but a fan enough to admire his more refined qualities– but also because she annoyed the hell out of his little brother. It proved to be great entertainment when the two families spent holidays, vacations and weekends together. Kagome's father, Higurashi Kenji, was but a simple shrine owner who had saved his father's life back during their adolescent years. And his mother had helped Kagome's mother from destroying her own life back then as well.

Which was why their parents were so confused as to why Kagome and Inuyasha didn't get along when they had great chemistry and looked fabulous together. Sesshoumaru guessed that it was because, even if they were different, they were more alike in temperament than anyone else. They were stubborn, hotheaded, feisty, willful, proud and lively.

"And I presume that you know all of this because you were prying with your ears." He said this as a statement, rather than a question.

Inuyasha grinned, nodding his head and crossed his arms over his chest. He didn't even look contrite that he had pried in other people's private business.

"Duh! As if Kagome would tell me she loved my sexy body in front of my face!" Inuyasha scoffed.

Sesshoumaru gave a phony toothy grin. "Well, you better prepare your seducing skills because Kagome and her parents are having dinner at our house tonight at seven."

Sweeping immaculately and stunningly out of his brother's room, Sesshoumaru closed the large doors behind him as he left. Inuyasha felt suddenly queasy at the thought of Kagome coming over, remembering her fetish for short skirts and how seductive she looks when she eats, especially ice cream. But then a shiver of excitement tingled up his spine and he grinned wolfishly, suddenly anticipating Kagome's arrival.

Tonight, he would begin his seduction.

Let's see how long you hold out, Higurashi, he inwardly sneered.

-X-

Sango suddenly shuddered and looked around, fear tingling up her spine. She cuddled closer to Miroku and he looked away from the stack of videos he was scanning and glanced down at his girlfriend. She was nervously darting her magenta eyes around the video store and her brows were knotted together in deep concern.

"You all right, Sango-chan?" Miroku asked softly, tucking a loose strand of brown hair behind one ear.

Sango looked up at Miroku and gave him an uneasy smile. "I guess. I just had a weird feeling of evil is all."

Despite the fact that the video store was a bit crowded, Miroku slightly lowered his dark head and slowly caressed Sango's soft cheek with his lips. It was definitely a plus for your girlfriend to be nearly as tall as you so you can reach her mouth easily. Sango turned her head so their lips met and they kissed languidly by the horror videos.

"Ahem. Young people today have no manners," an elderly man muttered as he passed by, clutching the videos he intended to lease. Miroku and Sango broke apart, smiling adoringly at one another and not the least bit embarrassed.

Still muttering about disrespectful kids, he walked to the cashier and accidentally bumped into a large man who grunted at the old man and left him to quickly pick up the fallen videos. He had picked each one up with a speed that belied his age and walked away but not before Sango and Miroku saw the pictures and titles on the videos.

Porno of Now. Today's Most Luscious Women. Great Blow Jobs and Such.

The couple broke out into laughter and hastily left the video store forgetting to pick up the movies, their shoulders shaking with mirth.

"How dare that old man admonish us for being disrespectful when he was borrowing porno videos in a local store!" Sango furiously said but her eyes were dancing with amusement.

Miroku chuckled and draped an arm over Sango's shoulders and led her towards home. His home.

Sango entwined her fingers with his. "Where are we going houshi-sama?"

Miroku grinned widely and wagged his eyebrows suggestively. "Home. My home, in fact. I think you left your green shirt the last time you visited." His eyes were dark with memories and Sango seemed to be reminiscing the same memories, if the warm blush on her cheeks was any indication.

"But I have homework!" Sango protested though she didn't sound so keen at the thought of doing schoolwork. "Tons and tons of it!"

He gave a heart chuckle. "Yeah right, Sango. We have all the same classes together and our 'tons and tons of homework' is nothing but an insignificant research."

Sango feigned mock hurt. "Ugh! What kind of boyfriend wants his girlfriend to flunk Literature?"

"The kind who gives great kisses and great se – "

She immediately covered his mouth before he could say the word, blushing to her roots. "Don't say it out loud! You're such a crude guy, houshi-sama!"

He licked her palm and Sango hastily pulled her hand back, her cheeks burning with a passion. Miroku casually circled her slim waist and pulled her forward. His voice was nonchalant and peaceful. "Most women would appreciate that fact, Sango-chan. You should too." Sango lifted her chin proudly, meeting his eyes. "I'm not most women, houshi-sama."

Miroku grinned dashingly, showing his pearly whites at her and accentuating what a handsome devil he is. Sango's breath caught in her throat as she looked at her beloved with the sunlight glinting off his dark, dark hair and his excellently sculpted, boyish face with those amazing blue eyes. She was so lucky to have found him. Luckier even for him to have fallen in love with her. Plus, he was a great kisser and her lips tingled curiously.

Then, as if reading the direction of his thoughts, Miroku's hand went a little bit south and cupped her bottom scandalously in public, making her squeal. "And I am glad that you're not most women, Sango-chan. They usually slap my face when I do – um, used to do that but you, my sweet, darling Sango, won't ever, ever hurt this wonderful fa – "

SLAP!

Sango huffed and straightened her shirt, a tinge of pink on her cheeks as she walked away, leaving her lech of a boyfriend standing there in surprise, covering his cheek with the glowing handprint on it. But her eyes were sparkling mischievously.

"Well, I could be wrong," Miroku muttered, wincing a little at the sting on his cheek then went after his longhaired girlfriend. "Sango-chan, wait!"

-X-

"Mom, remember that time I had a bad feeling about something and ended up breaking my leg because I didn't follow my intuition, remember? Remember that time mom?" Kagome asked persistently in a tight voice, wringing her hands anxiously and darting her eyes around the car.

Mrs. Higurashi resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her daughter's melodramatic antics. Instead, she plastered that kindly I'm-you're-mom-I'll-always-be-willing-to-listen-to-whatever-you-have-to-say smile on her face, though it did look kind of forced. Kagome didn't notice since she was looking around as if a monster was lurking somewhere.

"Yes darling, I remember that moment. Why do you bring that up now?"

Kagome bit her lip. "So, I'm feeling that strange premonition now and I'm sure, absolutely, positively sure, that it's because we're going to the Yoshihiro's for dinner! I swear! We can't go there because…because something terrible will happen!"

Souta snickered. "You just don't want to see Inuyasha."

She gave him a nasty look. "Whatever. So what if one of those reasons is because Inuyasha's a bastard it still doesn't mean that the premonition is wrong!" Her lips thinned grimly. "Besides, my instincts have never been wrong before so you gotta trust me on this, mom, dad and let's go back!"

"Language, Kagome dear," her mother corrected strictly. She just couldn't understand how Kagome and Inuyasha cannot get along when they are such lovely children. And Kagome never shows this wild, frustrated side of her to anyone else except Inuyasha when he goads her.

Mr. Higurashi just whistled nonchalantly, driving on and Souta mockingly laughed.

"Yeah right, 'never been wrong before'," Souta sarcastically mocked. "What about that time you thought Inuyasha was an alien hell bent on sucking out everyone's brains. Oh yeah, you're so perfect, Kagome!"

Kagome huffed and flipped her long hair over her shoulder. "As I said, whatever. That time doesn't count since I still proved that partially my instincts are right."

"And what is that dear?" soft-spoken Mr. Higurashi finally entered the conversation.

Kagome leaned forward and said in a conspiratorial whisper, her face perfectly serious, "That Inuyasha is evil incarnate."

The little car exploded into amused laughter, all except for Kagome who looked more than little miffed that they were laughing at her and her father still didn't turn the car around and they were still going to the Yoshihiro's mansion.

Damn, Kagome really had a bad feeling about this dinner. It's going to be a long night.

-X-

Inuyasha stared at himself at his full-length mirror, turning this way and that to check for any imperfections though he knew that he always looked gorgeous in whatever he wore, whatever the occasion. God, he couldn't wait for Kagome – and her family – to arrive and see what she'd be wearing. Probably something to emphasize her great, sleek legs.

He got hard just thinking about her outfit. What if it came to the point of being nude already? Inuyasha wasn't that ready to tread those waters yet.

Inuyasha was wearing a body-hugging black shirt with no sleeves, emphasizing his sinewy arms and his wonderfully sculpted chest and abdomen and a pair of tight black pants that practically worshipped the strength of his thighs and legs. His silvery-white hair, so long that it reached past his hips, was pulled back from his face and tied with a black scrunchy in a low ponytail so that his highly gorgeous, tanned face and his to-die-for cheekbones and glittering amber eyes were accentuated to great heights.

His parent's won't exactly approve of his clothing that night but they'd never really been supportive of his varied taste in clothes. Sometimes Inuyasha just felt like wearing something comfortably formal and sometimes felt like going in rebellious clothes in gothic colors.

Finally, a car honked from the driveway and Inuyasha practically sprinted to his floor-to-wall window that faced the driveway and saw the Higurashi's old and little car appear. The valet took the keys from Mr. Higurashi as he helped his wife out.

Souta was the first one to exit the backseats, mouth moving rapidly and an angry expression on his face. The kid must be arguing with Kagome. In anticipation, he waited for the annoying chit to come out so he could see her outfit and judge it. Of course, everything just looked too good on her; even Inuyasha admitted that, though grudgingly. Finally, a pair of pale legs came into view, followed by slim hips and full breasts, then finally a head of gleaming raven hair. Kagome stepped out, quarrelling with her little brother.

For reasons unknown, since after all, she's just another gorgeous girl, Inuyasha forgot to breathe.

God, she was so exquisite. Kagome was wearing a moderately modest shirt, halfheartedly hugging her chest and flat waist. It was also sleeveless, showing her toned arms. Her hair was loose, as it was often, and streaming down her back in lustrous waves and her face, Inuyasha could see though he was in the third floor with his demon vision, was mostly free of make-up except for a dab of lipgloss and some eyeshadow and blush. Her face exuded innocence and an unadulterated beauty that made men stare at her. But her body, her wonderful, lithe, small body possessed enough slender curves and those excellent legs in that not-so-modest black mini skirt belied the purity of her face. An innocent saint in a temptress's body, in fact.

Then Inuyasha blinked, stunned at that last thought and the fact that he was reacting so strongly to his arch nemesis that he snapped from his awed daze.

Then a wicked, purely male smile curved Inuyasha's sensuous lips. "Let the games begin, Higurashi. Tonight will be so much fun!"

-X-

TBC…

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, so sorry! I haven't, like, updated for so long because I had other stories to update and finish. After posting up the first chapter, I didn't even update the second one. I'm so mean! Please forgive me. But at least I updated right? I was supposed to delete this story because I lost my interest in it but I saw the reviews – ah, blessed, blessed reviews – and reread the story and my interest was perked again. Or rather, my muse poked me with her annoying inspiration-pitchfork.

So I decided not to delete it. So how the power of reviews can affect a writer so much? So please review and tell me what you think. The fun's only beginning…