An alternate fanwork by Wolfye Productions.
I'll just make it plain and simple: I don't own any of the below characters. I just put them in weird situations. grin Akito Souma from "Fruits Basket" makes an appearance in this fic.
WARNING: This fic is lime-scented. Proceed at your own risk.
Part 01:
A young man sat elegantly draped over the back of a chair in front of an outdoor cafe, idly sipping away at a cup of tea. His golden eyes gazed ahead of him, seeing nothing, It was Saturday, mid-morning, and he didn't have to work today. He was relishing his much-needed time away from the studio.
His mind was drawn blank in an effort not to think of anything on his only day off in the week. It was so hard sometimes to find such peaceful tranquility in his busy life. Tomorrow, they would be filming the next episode in the InuYasha series, and he needed some time away to just be himself.
Sesshoumaru's lips upturned into a rueful smile that was filled in irony. He was the eldest of the two brothers, and had inherited their father's wealthy estate, but it was his younger half-brother who had succeeded in getting his own television show. How silly this world was. He guessed that he should be grateful for his inheritance, but there was always something else he wanted, something more in the way of either power or prestige. Why couldn't he be content with what he had?
Hmph, it seemed as though his younger brother always got the better end of the stick. His thoughts now traversed unwillingly to the image of Kikyou. Now there was a fine-looking woman, and she played his girlfriend both in and out of the show. How ironic that was too. It seemed as though InuYasha fashioned the entire television show after his own pathetic life, but with a feudal twist to it. At least he got to make cameo appearances every now and then, representing himself truthfully without the blunders of some other pathetic actor "trying to make it right". Besides, no one else could hope to look as gorgeous as he was, so there could have been no one who would have been able to take his place anyway. He thought of it as a kind gesture to all of his weeping fans. They needed beautiful things in their lives.
Taking another sip of tea, he idly realized that he had let his thoughts roam again. So much for self-control.
A lanky figure dressed in all black plopped down into the chair next to him, and he didn't need to look up to know who it was. There was only one person he associated with who seemed to think the colour black was a fashion statement of some sort. He frowned his disapproval.
"Aki, could you not have found something more suitable to wear in my presence?"
A small chuckle escaped the lips of Akito Souma as he flagged the waitress down. Sesshoumaru always asked the same damn question everytime they met up with each other. Ignoring the other's question for the moment, he quickly ordered an iced cappuccino with no whip cream. Giving the retreating waitress an appreciative glance at her backside, Akito turned to his friend, a smile on his lips.
"Nice to see you too," he said casually, not even bothering to answer the question. The conversation would always end the same regardless of whether he retaliated or not, with him attempting to convince the young billionaire of the benefits of the colour black, but it never worked. Sesshoumaru, he was convinced, was a man of bright, solid colours. Especially those that represented nobility, like purples, blues and reds. He eyed his friend's outfit - white designer slacks with a white silk collared shirt. The outfit really highlighted the guy's golden eyes, he had to admit, and brought out some strange luminescent sheen to his long silver hair. Sesshoumaru especially enjoyed the colour white. Perhaps, this was why they were friends. Black and white go hand in hand.
"How is your show coming along?" Sesshoumaru suddenly asked, breaking Akito's scrutiny of his person. He still didn't bother to look at the other man.
Akito shrugged nonchalantly. "It's okay. We just finished the scene with me and the doctor. That was kinda fun; I got to throw a vase."
Sesshoumaru snorted. "I'll never understand your antics," he said, turning finally to fix his friend with his piercing gaze, which failed as the other man was in the process of checking another female out. "Nor your taste in women," he added as an afterthought. He took another sip of his tea.
Akito turned and looked his friend in the eye, a twinkle lighting his dark grey depths. A mischievous grin adorned his thin lips. "Speaking of hot chics," he said, leaning a little closer to Sesshoumaru, "How're things going between you and that Kagome chic?"
Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes and groaned. His friend had a very high libido and was constantly in the realm of sex and women, which sometimes made conversing with him highly aggravating. He, himself, was not motivated by such things.
"I do not see her as you do," he reminded his hormone-driven friend. If he didn't know any better, he could have sworn he could hear the rusty gears turning in the guy's head. He knew he had a thing for Kagome, but he wasn't going to let him near her, no matter how good of friends they were.
"But I believe progress is being made," he continued, happily noting the look of disappointment and loss clouding his friend's vision. "I was thinking of asking her out later this week."
Akito gasped. "You mean you haven't even asked her out yet?" The guy's been working with the sexy vixen for over three months now and still hasn't gotten over his setbacks to ask her out. This was unbelievable! He let go the laughter that had built up in his chest, much to the dismay of the pretty boy sitting next to him.
"I didn't realize I had asked for your opinion on this matter," Sesshoumaru huffed sarcastically. Really, it was hard for him to approach Kagome. She seemed to have googly eyes for his idiot brother, which he couldn't understand since he and Kikyou were publicly engaged. Maybe she liked taken men, he thought despairingly. If that was the case, then he'd have no chance in hell with her. He sighed inwardly, now depressed over his situation.
The slight slump of his shoulders didn't go unnoticed, unfortunately, as he felt an unwanted hand patting him reassuringly on the back.
"Buck up, Sesshy," Akito said, "You're like the richest and second most good-looking guy in Tokyo! She'll fall in love with you yet."
Why did he ever bother telling his friend about his relationship problems in the first place? Then it occurred to him what Akito had just said. With a grand flip of his luxurious locks, he stabbed his friend with a steamy look and a sexy grin. In the background, he heard the sounds of several females gasping in adoration and want, which puffed up his already huge ego even more.
"You are mistaken, yet again Aki," he replied. "You mean THE most good-looking man in Tokyo." He raised his nose in the air in a snooty posture. "Everyone knows that I am much more handsome than you are."
Akito snorted and rolled his eyes. "Oh please. Everyone knows that it was my good looks that rubbed off on you." As though to back-up his righteous claim, several females cooed their appreciation from around them.
The two locked up in a death glare, each vying for the glorious title of the best-looking man in the city. The fight lasted nearly ten whole minutes before a clearing of someone's throat interrupted them.
Blinking, they both looked up to see InuYasha hovering above them, a scantily-clad Kikyou draped across his arm.
"Are you two at it again?" InuYasha asked, his eyes rolling in disbelief. Whenever these two got together, even since they were little kids, they always managed to get into a fight over who was the prettier one. Gods, didn't they have anything better to do with their time?
Akito allowed his smoky eyes to fall from InuYasha's disapproving gaze and over the sensuous figure of his fiancee. Kikyou gave him a little smile when she noticed, arching her body a little more into InuYasha in a way that made her breasts and her bottom stick out just a little bit more for appreciation. Akito smiled, thoughts of his tongue sliding over her hot steamy body filling his brain. He imagined her writhing body beneath him, screaming his name as he -
Sesshoumaru noticed the look in his friend's eyes and groaned inwardly. That horny bastard. You'd think with all the times the guy got laid, he'd be bored with it by now. Apparently not. His eyes shifted to look at Kikyou, whom he noted was leading the man on with her looks and body language. He sighed. That woman was no good for his brother, but if that's who he wanted in life, then so be it. At least they no longer lived in the same house anymore, so he no longer had to be subjected to the sounds of their nightly sessions together.
"What is it, brother?" he asked, careful to hide his displeasure from his voice.
InuYasha looked at his older brother for a few seconds, as though contemplating something, then reached into his jacket and pulled out a bundle of papers.
"Just came by to give you the script for the next episode," he said, not even noticing the interaction between his fiancee and his brother's friend. "We're gonna start filming at six tomorrow morning. Make sure you're there on-time," he added gruffly.
"Am I not always?" Sesshoumaru stated more than asked.
"Hmph," his brother replied, then turned and left, dragging an over-sexed Kikyou with him.
Sesshoumaru allowed himself a sigh of relief. He always found it difficult interacting with his brother. Despite sharing the same physical attributes bestowed on them by their father, the two were on completely separate planes of existence. There was little his brother did that he could relate to, and he suspected the same was for InuYasha regarding himself.
"Gods, she's got a hot body."
Akito's comment shook him out of his thoughts. Idly, he wondered how his childhood friend ever managed to play out his character in the show he was doing. He had read the script Akito had gotten from his agent. The guy was in no way near in personality as the character was supposed to be. But then, he had always heard that the best actors were the ones who could play convincing roles completely opposite of their natural character. Frankly, he was glad that InuYasha allowed him to play himself in the show; he couldn't imagine how he'd be able to play any other type of personality.
"May I remind you that she is engaged to my idiot brother."
Akito blinked, his mind reeling from the images that had just occupied his mind. He could feel he was hard already. Damn, he needed to find someone quick before this went to waste.
"That doesn't mean that I can't offer my appreciation when it's wanted," he remarked casually, eyes scanning the crowd before him as he hurried and downed his cappuccino. His probing eyes finally picked out a young vixen, probably in her early twenties, out shopping by her lonesome. Her eyes met his steamy one, and a blush crept over her porcelain cheeks, but she didn't look away. Bingo!
Tossing a few hundred yen on the table to pay for his drink, he discretely adjusted himself in his pants before getting up. He turned to his friend, who was once again rolling his eyes at him.
"See ya later, and good luck with Kagome, eh?" he grinned lecherously, winking at him. Then he turned and was gone.
Sesshoumaru sighed audibly, swirling the remaining bits of tea in his cup. He watched the tea leaves dance about the bottom of the cup, wondering what they were saying about his future. He wished he had his friend's confidence in women. He made it seem so easy to get them to consent to a date and more. Oh, he, himself, had gone out on dates before, but the girls had never really interested him. They had been more like mindless babble that would do anything to sleep with him. Afterwards, he had always felt himself wanting more, much more than those girls could ever possibly give him. He never bothered calling those girls back.
His mind wandered, bringing visions of his crush to him unbidden. Her intelligent eyes that always flashed with so much humour... Her thick, glossy midnight tresses that framed her pale face so lovingly, making her eyes stand out just that much more against the rest of her features... Her full, pouty mouth that always seemed to beg to be kissed and lavished over... Her luscious curves that enticed all men to take second and third more-than-appreciative glances back at her...
Oops, he thought, feeling himself go tense with the string of images his mind was conjuring. Stop it, he told himself, willing his body to relax. Not in public; that would be embarrassing. Quickly he gulped the rest of his tea down. Standing gracefully from his chair, he tossed a few hundred yen on the table and got into his car. Making up his mind to spend the rest of the day at home, he turned the car on and began the trip back, his mind overflowing with questions on how to ask his crush out on a date.
A/N:
Well, I had started this fic with the intention of keeping it as a comical one-shot to humour myself with while I took a break from composing I Will Find You Again. It looks like it got out of control. Now I have this cute little plot going in my head and want to continue it. Maybe I'll make it into a mini-series; who knows? All I had originally wanted to do was to make a scene of Sesshy and Akito fighting over who was cuter than the other. sigh I'm a sucker for the gorgeous tragic villains in anime.
Well, let's see what you guys think first before I decide if I want to continue this or not. Reviews are extremely welcome and appreciated!