A/N: Tch! You people suck! No reviews or anything. Gawd, you guys are mean. Gosh.

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Chapter Two

"Inuyasha."

I didn't look up from my book. Why should I? I was having some very good intellectual sex with myself right then, and I didn't want to be bothered.

"Inuyasha."

I covered my ears, muttering "bitch go away bitch…" I reclined on my white bed sheets, against the pillow, propping my book up on my knees.

"INUYASHA!"

I heard stomping down the hall. Feh. Let the bitch come, if that's what she wanted. I bent the corner of page 252 of The Brothers Karamazov and put it under my pillow, proceeding to lie down on my back, turned away from the door.

My mother burst through the door, clutching onto the knob. My mother was always a very pretty woman- long, dark brown hair and brown eyes. But she always looked tired. "Inuyasha, are you deaf?" she asked. "I need your help with something, sweetie."

I moaned a little, keeping up my act. She walked over to the bedside and shook me, gently. "Mmph?" I replied, getting up. I yawned. "Ma? What're ya wakin' me up for?"

Her eyes softened a little bit. She smiled and answered, "I need your help with something. I just need to lift some boxes in the basement."

"Why didn't you just call me," I grumbled, sitting up.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I didn't know you were asleep."

I stretched my arms over my head. I had been through this act many times before, and I was a pro at it. I'd mastered it like I'd mastered everything else I set out to accomplish. I jumped out of bed and followed her into the basement.

Ever since school came around, my mother, Izayoi Miyazaki, had been obsessed with cleaning out the basement. No joke. And it wasn't a "whole house" sort of Spring Cleaning thing- it was just the basement. Nobody could figure out why, not even her. 'Fact, I don't see how anyone can want to even touch that awful wreckage. It's holy hell down there. It still is- mold everywhere, heavy air, puddles of rain leakage, and, since December I-Don't-Know-When, a HUGE, deformed gum stain and a 3-by-4 hole on the northern wall. And it's always dusty and stuff, and cleaning never helps, so I don't know why we even bother.

But it's my mom. And my mom is, well, my mom, so I guess I have to listen to her.

This time she wanted me to help her move all the blue-and-red bins of my old toys out of the storage area. I could oblige to this- it wasn't that much work, after all, and lifting the stuff was pretty easy, save one or two boxes of Lego's or Hotwheels and Matchbox cars. But there were only a couple. Sesshoumaru had never really had the soul to play with toys when he was a kid, so all the stuff down in the basement was mostley mine.

"Inuyasha," she said, in that gentle, "let's-have-a-talk-but-not-a-hostile-one" kind of voice.

"What?" I asked, pushing a box of K-Nex onto my knee and lifting it onto my forearms. She paused. I grimaced and looked at her. "Well, spit it out, Ma. I haven't got all day y'know."

"I've been meaning to speak with you about your girlfriend, Kagome," she replied, lifting a basket of monkeys-in-barrels.

I rolled my eyes. "Look, Ma, she'll be fine. Stupid as she is, Kagome's strong. She can get through whatever. Where do you want me to put this?"

"Right outside the door is fine," she instructed. She followed me as I walked up the stairs, the K-Nex box rattling against the stone walls enclosing the narrow stairway. "No…it's not that. I wanted to ask you how- watch your step- serious you two are."

I could feel my face get hot- jeez. I had this tendency to turn red when I got embarrassed. I didn't know too many people who did that, just me and Kouga Kurasama, an idiot about whom I will explain to you later, as I am not in the mood to throw up all over myself (Jesus I sound like my brother). "Wha-what kinda que-question is that!" I sputtered, flying down the stairs.

"Inuyasha, I want to know because I want to know for both of you- I care about you two, I really do," she replied. "And I like Kagome. Girls aren't much nicer than Kagome. What I'm concerned about is if you two are rushing in too fast."

"Ma. I told you," I reminded her, getting some more boxes and heaving them upstairs. "Everything's fine. I'd dump her ass if anything was wrong."

She smiled and cupped my cheek with her hand. Her touch was light and her hand cold, making me flinch when she touched me- I didn't want her to feel how embarrassed I was. "Alright- that's good. I'm glad to hear you thinking so clearly. But if anything does happen, be nice about it- you have a tendency to be very brash, Inuyasha."

"Alright, I get it, Ma. Don't treat me like a baby. Jeez, Ma."

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A couple of days passed by in which nothing that I'm really interested in telling you came by. Sure, I could tell you about how I went to the mall with my friends, or about how my older pest-brother went berserk because I borrowed his cologne, but I don't feel like it. I think it was maybe three, four days before then, I'm really not sure. But all I can tell you is that what came was not expected.

I had gotten up early that morning to make myself breakfast because I didn't want anyone to steal my French toast. Usually my brother will get up real early and be all like "You were not up early enough, Little Brother. I am taking your breakfast because of it. And because of that, I think I am cool. I think I am the shit and that I am quite gangster. I like to talk about myself in the third person. Sesshoumaru is eating." That's his name, Sesshoumaru. I can't think of a worse name at the moment. I'd like to tell you his name is Edgar or Peter or Taro, but it's Sesshoumaru. And I have to spell out all one, two…eleven letters in it. Heh. Must be why I'm so good at spelling.

I sighed to myself, making sure to heat the toast up quietly as to not disturb anyone and make them think thats there's a chance in hell that I'll make breakfast for them. I took the piece of bread and laid it gently down on the baking rack in the toaster oven, setting my watch for three minutes and setting the microwave on 360 degrees. At six fifteen in the morning, I tiptoed out of the kitchen, and then the phone rang. Loud. Excruciatingly loud.

I ran like hell to the living room and fumbled with the phone, dropping it about four times before whispering an agitated, "HELLO?" into the black mouthpeice.

"Hi this is Jakotsu Himekawa. I don't care who this is, unless you're Inuyasha…Miyazaki." His tone got excited. "Is it? Hello? Hellloooo?"

"Wha- how did you get my-" What was I doing! If he heard my voice, he'd recognize…Interrupting myself, I slammed the phone back in the cradle. The glass tabletop jaunted a little. I winced. Maybe he didn't recognize me- maybe he'd just go away forever and leave me alone.

The phone rang once again. I guess not. I narrowed my eyes at the black phone with extreme, irrational hate. I picked it up. "What! Hello!"

"Oh, it is you! It's my lucky day! Oh, happy day!" I didn't even have to see him to know he was jumping up and down with joy- that's how happy he sounded. "Uhh hi."

"Why are you calling me at six in the morning!" I hissed. "And how did you get my phone number!"

"It was kinda easy. I remembered your name and looked up every In-u-yash-a M. in the phone book-" The way he said my name irritated me- the slow, steady way he rolled the syllables like it was the greatest name in the world.

"The 'm', how'd you find out my last name began with an 'm'?" I asked, impatiently.

He sighed. "I remembered you saying it to the front desk filth. But, anyway, I looked up every person with your name- In-u-yash-a, I like that name- and I've been calling all these people for three days. And I finally got you! Hurray!"

"You crazy…" I paused. Out of all the possible guys, in particular,gay guys, this guy had to choose me. Not Kouga Kurasama. Not Miroku Conlan. Me. Inuyasha Miyazaki.

"Crazy what?" he asked.

I breathed into the phone, thinking of a word, but also trying not to sound angry. He seemed to be attracted to people with anguished emotions. "Stalker," I replied.

"Stalker? Yasha, don't-"

"Don't call me Yasha!" I screamed into the phone, this time louder than I should have. Not realizing that I could've woken someone up, I furthered the conversation by exclaiming, "My girlfriend calls me, Yasha, and you're so far from that! You crazy fucking lunatic!" I slammed the phone down.

And then heard a slight, sophisticated crunching on something crunchy.

And it smelled like my brother.

And my toast.

I looked up. Yup, it was him- I could tell from the stoic features and the long bluish-white hair. And the way he was smirking. "Bastard," I growled.

"I find your attempts to conceal the fact that you were awake were quite futile," he said. He bit into my toast, syrup dripping onto the plate he held under it. I could've killed that lunatic- he's the one who caused me to start yelling and screaming. He held up the bitten piece of bread up so I could see it. "This is evidence."

"You son. Of. A. Bitch!" I snarled, lunging at him. No good- he stepped sideways and I flew into the stairwell.

"Too slow, Little Brother," Sesshoumaru replied. I winced at the name- "Little Brother." Like he was the shit. "However, you are quite a good cook. This toast is very good."

"You bitch," I muttered.

He shrugged. "Think of it whichever way you like. It's no concern of mine." He walked over, all sauntering with the aroma of fresh toast whiffing past me, and sat down on the couch, back straight, legs crossed. His features went from the rare mocking smirk to the usual emotionless. "However, the concern here is the noise you were making on the phone. My expectations of you are none other than the fact that you are an ignoble, brutish bigot, but I never expected you were so ignorant as to make such a racket while other people are sleeping."

That's sort of translated as, "Don't you ever fucking make that much of a fucking noise again or I'll beat the Holy Shit out of your ass." Or something to that effect. My brother Sesshoumaru thinks that using big words makes him look smart. But to me he looks like a bitch. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Prince Sesshoumaru, I'll never disrespect you again," I muttered, putting on the TV and lowering the volume to ten. Not that I wanted to watch the TV, it was just my way of getting back at him. He hates TV- I smiled as he winced.

"See to it that you don't," he replied as I lay down on the opposite couch, remote in hand.

Some silence passed as I flipped the channels (and finally found something I wanted to watch- Texas Law on Court TV. Most retarded show ever. Miroku introduced me to it. Seriously, watch it. It's hysterical). He decided to speak up again, and, dipping his head in to bite my toast, said, "I suspect your phone conversation wasn't pleasant."

"Oh, ya think?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

He paused. "It's not a help with you and the Abominable Wench-" his loving nickname for my dear girlfriend- "arguing. It gets your Mother into quite a fit. I'd suggest making amends with her, lest you should further irritate me."

That's really all my brother thinks about- me me me. And Rin. Rin is his girlfriend, who I like and personally don't think he deserves, but I shut up once in a while. Once in a while. "Why don't ya just shut your hole for one second and stop thinking about yourself and maybe we can make a little arrangement," I snapped. "Any soda around here?"

"It certainly wouldn't be in the kitchen," he replied, staring blankly at his empty plate.

I rolled my eyes. "Thank you, Ms. Bitch." I walked into the kitchen and, after deciding that I didn't like Sprite, settled for an Orange Crush and started to heat up some blueberry waffles. I walked back into the living room and put my Orange Crush on the table, again reclining on the couch.

"It couldn't have been your other runt friend," he said, referring to my best friend Miroku. I'll explain him when the time comes, that stupid perverted fatherless creep. Sesshoumaru'll never admit it but he likes Miroku, or just thinks he's okay. You can't really hate Miroku- I don't know, you just can't. "-As you two seem to be quite close, and the relationship with the person whom you were speaking with sounded likesomewhatless than a "good friends" relationship. Do you hate this person?"

"I'd say that what I feel for this…person…is the opposite of love?" I grumbled, opening my Orange Crush.

"Did you know, Little Brother, that the opposite of love is indifference?" he spat, curtly. I rolled my eyes. He didn't pay attention. "You should be more specific with your emotions, you imbosel."

"Well I'm sorry," I replied, flipping the channel again- I'd seen that episode already.

"I forgive you," he countered, getting up and "accidentally" tossing a pillow at me. "I am the patient sort. But don't let that get to your head."

I said a curse under my breath and threw another pillow at him, which he ducked.

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A/N: That chapter was kind of boring. Pffft. But whatever. At least Sesshoumaru was in it- and he's delicious enough to make anything exciting. Review, I guess.