A/N: I'm the dimwit. Sesshomaru, not Shesshomaru…o well…anyways, duno if I ever wrote a disclaimer, but I don't own Inuyasha or any of the known characters. That's all. I'm just a fan.
Chapter 6
Inuyasha cracked his eyes open. It felt awfully warm. He never remembered it feeling so hot in his room before. As his surroundings swam into view and cleared, he realized he was in Shesshomaru's truck. And crushed between his stuff. Oh. That's right. What happened the evening before came back into mind. He craned his neck to stretch it out, but immediately froze as a sharp pain shot up his back and spread hotly across his neck. Wincing, he rubbed his neck and blinking his eyes, he groped around for the door handle, only to curse as he touched the hot metal. Using the bottom of his shirt, he managed to use it as a hot pad to pull on the door handle and it popped open. As he stumbled out of the car, he was definitely not prepared for the sight that awaited him. In front of him was an incredibly nice house and he blinked several times to make sure he wasn't still dreaming. His mouth hung open and he just stood there, eyes wide at the sight. His mind didn't quite register what was going on…and he slowly made his way towards the door. On it, there was a note that flapped slightly in the late morning breeze.
Yes, dimwit, we live here,
so stop gaping. The
room to the right is yours.
I'll be back around 11
to enroll you in school
Inuyasha didn't have to think twice about who left the note. Among idiot, buffoon, mutt, twit, numbskull, and all the other rather harsh, brotherly names he'd been called, dimwit seemed to be Sesshomaru's new favorite nickname for him. It was a rather childish thing, calling each other names, and yet, when Sesshomaru did it, he was able to make it rather aggravating and even a bit hurtful for Inuyasha, not that he would ever admit it.
After a few trips back and forth from the truck to the house, Inuyasha was able to haul his stuff into his bare, but already cleaned room. It was square in shape, but spacious, with white walls. A window looked out into the backyard, which was trimmed, and a sloped hill which led into a dense forest. After meandering through the house, he quickly figured out why they didn't bring any furniture. The house already seemed to have all the furniture they needed. His own room was equipped with a fair-sized desk, a computer with a black, flat-screen monitor, a polished, wooden bureau and a four-post bed with a thick, dark-red quilt, all of which were brand-new. After being baffled by the indirect kindness his brother had shown through these simple bedroom accommodations, he unpacked his stuff, storing them away in the closet and drawers. When he got to the picture of Kikyo and him, he held it in his hands for a long time…just as he had when he was packing before. He looked at her beautiful, cheerful features, and the dormant ache in his heart came alive. He couldn't deny the fact he wanted to see her now. A lot. He closed his eyes and shook his head to clear his thoughts. He couldn't start thinking like that, not now. Maybe this move would help him get over it. Instead, he forced his thoughts to other questions.
He sat on his bed, cross-legged, wondering if this was for real…and how on earth this had happened. Where had all this nice stuff come from, anyway? How could Sesshomaru have afforded it all? He'd ask that later, not that he expected an answer anyway. He looked at his black watch. It was 10:49. That meant Sesshomaru would be back soon. Inuyasha considered changing…but then came to the conclusion that he was too lazy. He had on a black hoodie and brown cargo pants on. Eh…he was only going to his new school. No one to impress there.
He got up and stood by his window…this was going to be like a whole new life. New school…new place to live. He wondered if he'd make any friends, but then lowered his head, guessing this would just be like when he moved before. The only real friend he had before was Kikyo. But she wouldn't be here with him. He probably wouldn't ever see here again…once again the ache came, but fortunately, before Inuyasha could dwell on it too much, he heard the front door open.
"Inuyasha. We're leaving to go you're school," he heard Sesshomaru call to him in his mature, unhurried voice. He sounded just as uncaring as ever. Probably just stuck his head in the doorway to tell him that. Inuyasha sighed…then made his way out of his room, down the stairs and out the door, to Sesshomaru was…in a convertible! Inuyasha couldn't even control the look of disbelief, almost envy, on his face. Sesshomaru hid the fact that he enjoyed watching his brother gape.
"Close that mouth of yours, little brother, and get it already," Sesshomaru ordered. Inuyasha opened the door and got in. He hadn't even closed it, before Sesshomaru took off.
Inuyasha, recovering from a heart-attack, growled…knowing his brother had done that on purpose, if only just to jolt him.
"I've kept a small fortune I inherited from father after he died," Sesshomaru mentioned, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Also…my room and the room next to mine are off limits," he said. Inuyasha shrugged slightly. Okay. No biggie. Then he remembered the nice things in his room from Sesshomaru, and struggled to thank him.
"Uh…Shesshomaru-" he began.
"And you'll be paying for the things in your room by taking care of the front and back yard for the entire year, and making sure the house stays clean," his brother stated, cutting Inuyasha short. Inuyasha closed his mouth tightly, and felt his teeth grind together. What! He wasn't going to be a maid and the garden keeper! The lawn wasn't small, nor was the flower-bed, and it would probably take him hours to clean the entire house, dishes, cleaning, vacuuming, the wash... He crossed his arms and fumed at the unfairness of it all. But then…that was just like Sesshomaru.
A/N: Short chapter…but I wanted to feel like I was making progress. The plot starts to get interesting and fun, and we'll see all our lovable characters soon. Till next time!
