I don't own these characters.
Warning this chapter might bore you because it is just Sesshomaru actually acting sweet … hey, it could happen.
Also, I don't own History of the World part one; it's from the genius that is Mel Brooks.
Chapter 4
Sesshomaru hated having to wait for the weekend to come to see Kikyo; it seemed like such a long wait. He wondered what the problem was with going out during the week. He would not keep her out late, knowing that she had work in the morning; he worked on weekdays, too. He had to remember to ask her about it when he called her to make sure that she was all right; he made such calls daily.
"The things I do for this woman …" he muttered, but he certainly did not sound troubled by it. He did do for her what he did for no other woman he dated, but he did not wonder why. It felt natural to behave in such a way with Kikyo.
Sesshomaru finished up his work for the day and then went home to his large, empty house. He liked the place being empty considering the fact that people typically irked him. He also preferred doing things for himself, which was why he never hired servants or anything like that. He probably would concede that his home was too large for one person, but he could afford it and he wanted it. Those were the important things in his opinion.
The silver-haired male was about to start his nightly routine when he realized that he was almost a half hour late with calling Kikyo and checking on her. He guessed that she should be home by now; it was going on six, after all. He called her apartment, but there was no answer. Strange, he thought. He called her cell phone before deciding to panic in his own unique way, which would involve no change in his facial expression or urgency in his demeanor while hopping in his car to go search for her. She answered her cell phone, though.
"Kikyo, where are you?" Sesshomaru asked in a concerned tone.
"I'm on the train," she answered in her usual voice, mostly to help him. She knew that he had to be very worried about her if she could hear the concern in his voice. She figured that as long as she sounded normal, then he would know that everything was all right and he could calm down. She was right for the most part, but her response just raised another issue as far as he was concerned.
"Still?" he asked in disbelief. He knew that she took public transportation, but he had no idea that she was still heading home at six in the evening. He did not like that reality very much.
"Yes."
"How long does it take you to get home?" he inquired quite curiously.
"About three hours," she reported. She lived on the completely opposite end of the city from where her school was located. Making matters worse, there was no direct way for her to get home.
"Three hours?" he nearly shouted. His woman was on a train by herself everyday for three hours? He would not stand for it since something could happen to her and she deserved better than some long train ride anyway.
"Yes," she confirmed like it was nothing to her.
"Why didn't you tell me that it took you so long to get home? I had no idea that you were on the train for that long," he said. He certainly would not have allowed such a thing to go on for as long as they had been dating if he had known.
"It's all right," she tried to assure him. It was something that she was used to; she had already been doing it for a year.
"From now on I'll pick you up from work," he told her soundly, obviously wanting no argument over the matter. She was not one to give into his desire every time, though.
"You don't need to," she argued.
"But, I will," he proclaimed soundly. "You leave your job at 3:30, correct?" he inquired.
"I do," Kikyo confirmed.
"Then starting tomorrow I will pick you up everyday. Understood?" Sesshomaru practically commanded.
She now knew that there would be no talking him out of his new plan. "Understood."
"Do you also need a ride to work?" he asked. He certainly would not allow her do that routine going to work if she did. He was not interested in chancing something happening to her on the train with such long commutes.
"No."
"How do you get to work?" he inquired, as if he would determine if she needed what he had to give based on that information.
"I only take one train and it's not a long ride. Then I meet up with a friend who drops me off on her way to work," she explained.
"All right, that is acceptable, I suppose. I will come to pick you up starting tomorrow, though," he vowed. She accepted that since he seemed so determined.
Sesshomaru made good on his promise because the next day, he was waiting for her outside of the elementary school where Kikyo worked. She actually looked a bit stunned when she spotted his car outside of the three-story, teal and white school building. It was as if she had not expected him to keep his word, but the fact that he had made a warm feeling spread through her that she did not tell him about. She got in the vehicle and offered him a small kiss as thanks, which he eagerly accepted. When they were finished with the loving embrace, he put the car in drive and took off toward Kikyo's apartment.
The silver-haired male could now understand why Kikyo only wanted to go out on weekends. It took her so long to get home that by the time she got ready, she would have no time to relax, which he was certain that she would need to do after a day of dealing fourth graders. He figured that things would change now that he was going to pick her up from work.
"Would you like to come up?" Kikyo proposed as Sesshomaru pulled up to her building.
"Excuse me?" he asked because he was not sure that he heard her right. Until that point, he had never seen her apartment. He did not even know what floor she lived on. She was always waiting for him in the lobby of the building when he came to get her for their dates.
"Would you like to come up? I could make us dinner," she offered. She was feeling generous because of his kindness.
"Who are you and what have you done with my chaste Kikyo, who would never dare to suggest such a thing?" he teased her. She was the only person that he would ever tease as he did and it was because of something that she did to him internally; he was not sure what that something was, though. He did like the feeling though, not that he would admit that out loud.
"Do not mistake my intentions. There will be no desserts and dinner will be the only thing eaten," she commented quite smoothly.
Sesshomaru could only stare; his Kikyo had not just said such lewd words, his mind tried to assure him, but he knew otherwise. He just could not believe it. What has gotten into her? He decided not think too much on the matter, even though the remark did amuse him slightly. It would seem that she was opening up to him just as much as he was with her.
Sesshomaru parked the car and followed Kikyo up to her apartment. As she opened the door, a familiar aroma hit Sesshomaru. The apartment smelled like lavender, which was what Kikyo smelled like. He might have to make it a point to be at her apartment as often as she allowed such a thing just for the heavenly fragrance that coated it.
He looked around the modest-sized apartment. It was more than enough space for one person. Her living room was clean with a black sofa facing the television, which was against the wall. There was a small coffee table between the television and the sofa. A large bookshelf sat inconspicuously in the corner. Her dining room had a small black table with three chairs pushed in and an empty fruit basket in the center. The kitchen was to the right of the front door; it looked like it could fit four people in it rather tightly, but that had to be more than enough space for one person, he figured.
"You may look around if you like," Kikyo told him.
"All right. Feel free to get comfortable. You don't have to start dinner right away," he replied.
Kikyo nodded and took off her shoes. Sesshomaru removed his shoes as Kikyo disappeared into the back of the apartment. The first thing that he did was go to the bookshelf and he scanned the items lining it. Her collection did not include anything that he expected of a fourth grade teacher, but everything that he came to expect from her.
He happened to glance to the side and noticed something odd by the closet; it appeared to be a lone inline red and black skate. He went and picked it up. He inspected the toy and noted that it looked too small even for Kikyo's tiny foot. Then he noticed a picture on the wall of a grinning girl.
"She has a sister?" Sesshomaru wondered aloud. He scanned the apartment and spied a few more pictures of the chocolate-eyed girl; in some of the pictures, she was wearing an eye patch. He chalked it up to some silly fashion idea the child probably had because he could not imagine what a little girl might do to lose an eye.
Kikyo had not said anything about having a sister, but the girl did look much like Kikyo. She appeared to be around ten, so it did not even cross his mind that it might be her daughter. He figured she would have mentioned if she had a daughter as that was a rather heavy piece of information.
"What are you so interested in?" Kikyo inquired as she rejoined Sesshomaru. She was dressed in baggy red sweat pants and a v-neck white tee-shirt. He was so dumbfounded that he just gapped at her for almost half a minute. He was not used to seeing her in such attire and he would not say it out loud, but he liked it.
"The pictures," he replied once he found his voice and he motioned the picture on the wall.
"Oh," she merely said.
"Who is she?" he asked curiously.
"My little sister, Kaede."
"Why didn't you say you had a little sister?"
"You never asked," she answered with a lighthearted smile.
Sesshomaru laughed a bit. "Indeed. I am asking now. What is she like and why is she wearing an eye patch?"
"She is nine. They do strange things," she answered with a bit of a shrug. It was the best way that she could explain her little sister.
"My little sister is also nine," he stated.
"Well then, you understand me."
"Perfectly."
"Would you like to watch a movie before I start dinner? It is rather early," she pointed out. If she started dinner now, they would be eating before six in the evening, which was not something that she was accustomed to.
"All right," he agreed.
Sesshomaru sat down on the couch while Kikyo pulled out a movie for them to watch. She curled up on the sofa next to him and played the film; it was History of the World part one. Sesshomaru had never seen anything so ridiculous in his life, but he thoroughly enjoyed the movie, so Kikyo introduced him to other classic comedies. He would never have guessed that not only did she find the movies entertaining, but he did as well.
The discovery took their relationship in a new direction; they did not go out so much. They both preferred to stay in and cuddle up together to watch movies, usually at her place. She would cook dinner for them or sometimes they ordered out. They were comfortable in their relationship as it was; they were content for the moment.
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Next time: Sesshomaru finds out something that he really did not need to know and takes it out on Kikyo.