The HS Rulings.
SesshomaruxRin
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Ouran or Gravitation Which I had based off the whole wealth, commoner thing. Also, Rin's last name which belongs to Kyouya. I use Nittle Grasper for this Chapter too. or anything else related to this.
Type: Romantic, School Drama
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I don't believe I made it there..
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The blinding, bright light is something your 'suppose' to see before passing on. Passing on into what perhaps be another life, filled with wondrous wonders and simply beautiful facts, refreshing gardens, glorious food, riches of all kind and pampering to the extreme. Or you could straight down to Hell, a fiery place which many know is very un-pleasant and no one would want to be there. In a place where you would work off your horrible deeds and sins of terror, somewhere that scares adults and children. And of course, there is always a possibility that there will be neither a pampering place nor a fiery one. This one was much, much more real. A dark place, six feet under the ground; welcome to your grave.
As for me, Rin Ootori, I found myself staring at a very, very bright light. Though, I knew it was anything but heaven. Because of this fact, I did my best to just stay still and pretend I was still passed out. This place; this sterile, bright and plain place was no doubt the dreaded nurses' office of YHHS. There was nothing welcoming and kind or warm, for that matter, about it. To think a place with such wealthy people would have some place as plain and non-flourished with goods as this. Recalling the events that hopefully hadn't token place a while ago, I groaned miserably. I wasn't in a lot of pain oddly. In fact, the only thing that hurt was my head, which I was pretty positive happened when I most likely collapsed on the tiles in the hall. Who knew they would hurt my head so very, very much. I knew I wasn't raped, for there was no blood and no pain down under, as well as no tearing of my skirt or undergarments. Thankful, I closed my eyes and sighed lightly.
"...Isn't she up yet?" a cold, distant voice echoed through my room.
I heard a nurse squeak and sputter apologizes. "I'm so sorry! She's not up at the moment, young master! I apologize for you waiting so long for a filthy human!"
Huffing inwardly, I sat up, causing the nurse to jump and quickly land on the floor in a scrambled mess. Good. Serves her right for calling me filthy, just because I don't have as much money as her, or this person waiting for me. Well he or she can just wait, because I don't want to get up yet. Still, the curtain opened and my vision cleared; revealing a very, very irritated Sesshomaru-sempai. I froze, again. As if a flashback in my mind was taking place, which it probably was; I had recalled that he had been there as well. Perhaps he had been the one to carry me here? Perhaps Sesshomaru-sempai saved me? Protected me? Kissed me while I slept? My mind was filling with all sorts of romantic things, and I was enjoying every minute of it. That is... until Prince Charming himself spoke, directly and bitterly to me.
"Do you know how long I've been waiting, commoner?" he said, calm but icy as usual. "Your lucky I haven't left for home yet, its way past two."
"...I..I apologize, Sesshomaru-sempai." I said softly, bending my head and hiding my eyes.
If it wasn't two, the normal time we usually left considering we arrived her so very, very early, it had to of been at the very least three or four. I inwardly winced at the thought of Father coming here in a blind panic with some liquor store outfit on and reeking of the alcohol he sold, not drank. I sighed miserably yet again before removing the thin, slightly gray blanketed and bowing properly, preparing my leave. Although, like some odd fate would have it, Sesshomaru-sempai stopped me with a grim look upon his very, very hansom face.
"Stop, commoner." he commanded, and I obeyed like a dog. "You do indeed owe me quite a large debt. From now on, your the YG's dog."
"Very well then, I will be the YG's do-- WHAT?!"
My mind played a quick scan as I stood there, baffled at what he had just told me. DOG?! To the YG group?! That has to be a mistake. There is just no way that I, a simple girl, can be cursed with the luck of being a dog to the wealthy and ill-mannered of this school. Especially those four boys; the four boys formally known as YG, as in Your Grave. Stunned, I watched helplessly as Sesshomaru-sempai, my idol and what I thought to be savior, coolly walk out as if he were simply walking by the halls. This was a pure nightmare, a pure living hell. This just couldn't be true, it couldn't. Trying to believe that, I pinched myself several times until my arm was rather red and I was wincing, which indicated that no, this was not a dream. Or sick joke. It was reality, true reality which I would be living.
What did I do to deserve this? Mother, Father... why am I so terribly cursed?
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The flowers on the table were wilting, and Father wasn't even home yet. I was both thankful and oddly depressed about that. Thankful, because if he knew I was late then I would be scolded and mangled so that it might of made me so annoyed that I would snap back. Depressed? I wasn't sure why, but I beloved it was because I would have to keep this all to myself for a while. Then again, telling Father might only make our situation here, in this tiny apartment, more complicated. We were already short on our rent money, and Father was already too proud of me. If he found out I had just been drafted as the maid, as the follower, as the dog of that awful group, it might crush him as well as our income. Father really would storm in that school and yell at the YG for everything they were worth, probably having him end in jail for what might be 'abuse of children' and me, a orphan with a 'criminal' father.
We just... couldn't afford that. Literally.
It was past dinner time, meaning it was around eight o' clock. I was sore, exhausted, filthy and reeking of some horrible hospital like scent which I loathed. My homework wasn't even started and I had a full week of being the 'dog' to look foreword to. There was no dinner, no wash done, no dishes cleaned, no beds made, no clean floors, no homework done. It was a petty and pathetic thought of maybe faking sick for the week and just cramming in everything on Sunday. With a groan I began cleaning, being able to finish right before Father got home. He seemed very exhausted, so I didn't bother telling him of my predicament at school. We went to bed, and I laid awake for a good part of the night. Just waiting. Waiting for this nightmare to be over.
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The weather reflected anything but, my mood. Like some sick joke, as I beloved everything was nowadays, I laid in bed with the morning sun shinning through my windows and entering my rather girly room. My stomach ached as well as my head. The disastrous, doom day was about to begin and there was just no way I could be late. I believed that perhaps a small exit in this world, in this pain, would be available in good time. An exit was available at all times, as I would come to believe sooner or later. Perhaps... I could run away, but there was no doubt in my mind I would be found out. Suicide? Too trivial, and it they would of phoned Father no doubt, accusing him of my 'murder'. If there was anyway to get to the exit, at this rate there was only one option.
Be the best dog I could be.
At least, that's what it seemed to of come too as I quickly rushed to get ready for school. Uniform on, I tenderly washed my face as for it stung still from the fall yesterday and I realized it was a bit red still. Breakfast was short, considering Father was home and preparing it. The last thing I wanted was to explain to a man who already had a lot on his plate that I was now a dog. Still, the silence was quite nerve-raking and awkward, causing Father to cough numerous times.
"How's school?" he started shortly, sipping his decafe.
I replied with my usual reply, as I did mostly everyday. "Fine. How's work?"
"Fine." and it would continue with small, meaningless small talk until the clock struck seven-forty and I was off.
With, you guessed it, the usual wave and goodbye to both Mama and Father, it was time to begin the worst day of my life. I would wear it with a fake, annoyed smile nonetheless. At least the long, twenty-minute walk would be in peace and without any calls. I was all too thankful for that, as I slipped on the mini-music player I had stashed away in my school bag. It was probably the only thing that would keep me calm and in-tact for the day. Father save money and bought it for my birthday last year, I never used it too much, just on the way to and from school, along with when I cleaned. Thinking about it, I believe I only used it once in a while, since I never took it when it rained and I usually had a boom box on when I cleaned.
Still, Nittle Grasper's Sleeping Beauty was pleasant to hear in the morning. The beat gave me a smile and I was able to hip hop a bit down the streets as I hummed small words here and there. That Ryuichi defiantly was something, I remember buying his solo album when he was touring with Nittle Grasper a few years back. It was the only thing I considered popular and 'hip' at the time, I still do now. Even if everyone was more or less into NG's new band Bad Luck. They were good, but Shuichi Shindo wasn't very unique in my comical eyes. In fact, he seemed way too much like Ryuichi, so I think he is more or less some replacement until Nittle Grasper can receive their proud, infamous name back.
"Commoner."
No matter how loud or impulsive my music had been, it suddenly went silent and cold as I heard a certain voice break through. Turning as soon as the song was ending and starting over, considering I had it on repeat, I came face to face with the YG and groaned inwardly. Sesshomaru-sempai stood there, bag over his shoulder as he snorted, inspecting me as a two of the other YG boys laughed. Kouga. Bankoutsu. Last but not least, Naraku. Each and very face made my very stomach churn and bubble with a disgusting feeling of dread, and I really had wished then and there that I hadn't been a good girl and come to school. My song as well as my stomach were suddenly stained with some very aching feeling. Trying to brush the feeling away while removing my headphones, I ended up glancing at the gang of wealthy and arrogant boys with a scowl. School had not yet begun, so they had no right disturbing me yet.
"Yes?" I asked, obviously annoyed and edgy.
Kouga snorted, rubbing his nose and bending his head to come at eye level with me. "What're ya so happy about?"
"Nothing...now that I saw your horrid face." I mumbled, shifting from foot to foot.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Just... listening to Nittle Grasper."
Bankoutsu cut in now, braided ponytail swinging in my face. "You know that they aren't any good anymore. Bad Luck's much more popular. Then again, I guess COMMONERS can't keep up with trends."
"Yeah. I mean, look at her player, its last years model. How sad." Kouga chuckled.
The conversation was cut short as Sesshomaru-sempai began to walk, saying something or other about actually liking Nittle Grasper as the others trailed behind, blinking and then commenting on how 'wonderful' and 'exotic' as well as 'refreshing, with that old beat' they were. I highly doubted that Sesshomaru would like Nittle Grasper, he seemed like anything but a fan. From his personality, he probably detested people like Noriko and Ryuichi, Tohma wouldn't be on his top list either, I was sure.
Leering at their retreating figures, I reluctantly followed suit a few minutes after. Headphones on, and song still playing I yet again began to walk to school, nearly making it as the warning bell rang throughout the school grounds. I quickly went to my class, hanging my bag on the bag handle and pulling out my books and quickly cramming for the test I hadn't been able to study for last night, due to all the cleaning I had to go through. Along with some other homework I wrapped up around midnight. Sensei Maho came in a short while after, straighten her skirt and announcing the test. Sesshomaru-sempai as well as the others took their seats in the back of class, talking and paying no heed to the woman in the front who began passing out exam papers and shushing the rest of the talkative class. Once she got to my desk, I thanked her for the paper and quickly began scanning the paper and darting down simple answers.
The test seemed easy enough.
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My classes were starting to wrap up as lunch, my now least favorite subject, was about to begin. I collected my bento and quickly made my way through the hoards of people in the halls, trying to eat before the YG would come over. When stepping into the pretty much bare cafeteria I spotted Kagome and Inuyasha sitting at our table and I rushed over, opening my bento and greeting them. They stared at me as I ate in a hurry, dreadfully awaiting Sesshomaru-sempai and his groupies to come in.
"Are you really that hungry, Rin?" Kagome asked, baffled as my egg was disappearing. "Would you like me to buy you another lunch?"
"No thank you." I said quickly, in between bites. "I'm fine. Just in a hurry, that's all."
A hurry indeed. If I didn't eat quickly then there was no doubt in my mind that the YG would come over and scoop up my lunch and do something unthinkable to it, probably end up demanding me to eat it too! The puffing in my face indicated that I was angry, and Kagome blinked for a moment. "Are you sure your alright? You look a little red... do you feel feverish?" I wouldn't have any choice but to explain to her that I was drafted as the YG's dog, if she kept this up. It was something that my mind just couldn't get down. Me? A low, middle-class girl with scarcely a yen to spend was now drafted into what sometimes seemed like the four Warlords or even some tiny, all powerful Yakuza gang that had the school on lock down. For the most part, I believe it was like that. You couldn't and wouldn't do anything without the YG's permission, it seemed like. No eating, drinking or talking. Unless the YG were doing the same. And it was pretty disgusting, having to take orders from some pretty boys with money. As if they couldn't think on their on, they should be ashamed!
Still, I wasn't one to say. For in a matter of minutes, I knew that I too, would be drafted as a member of the YG followers. Who knows when my next meal would be or when I would be able to take a bath or..or.. or anything! Knowing the sick, sadistic bastards they were they probably wouldn't let me go home! They would tie me to a chair and stab my skin with forks, blindfold me and...and.. do so many things my mind won't even let me THINK about. Suddenly, I felt sick and my appetite was washed away in my sudden despair and misery. Then the time came. The time where the YG quickly walked past crowds of giddy girls and boasting boys, and they sat at their large, oval table with food already prepared on them. Sipping daintily at tea and chatting lightly about teachers and 'unworthy' students, and then.. then, he glanced at me with a bored look, as if telling me they had no interesting in causing me grief today. Still, I knew that wasn't that case.
"Commoner. Rin Ootori. Come here a moment." his voice gave me the chills, but I obeyed, seeing as I had no choice.
Gulping, my voice shakily replied. "Y-Yes, Sesshomaru-sempai?"
It grew deadly quite as even the YG looked puzzled, staring at Sesshomaru-sempai and then turning to me with a small, comical look of humor. My mind was racing and my heart wouldn't stop pounding either. Hundreds of eyes on me, thousands of rumors already unfolding, and millions of questions running through my head. Was he going to sentence me to some horrid, disastrous fate? Would he hang me or feed me to a dog? Was I going to be expelled? Perhaps he would just send me out of the country? Or maybe even--
"Sit." he commanded, and it took a minute for me to react before he repeated it and I sat, knees and hands shaky.
"You are," he began, pausing to take a sip or tea. "Are hear by, as we discussed--"
Kouga suddenly spoke up with a agitated look, pointing to Sesshomaru-sempai. "What on heaven's world do you mean we discussed?! We didn't discuss anything!"
"...As I was saying," Sesshomaru-sempai paid no heed to his fellow YG member. "You are hear by appointed as my own dog."
"WHAT?!"
It was a shocker, to me as well as the majority of students in the cafeteria. Especially the girls, including Kagura, swarmed over to Sesshomaru-sempai and I, sputtering excuses of why I shouldn't be his servant and how they would like to do it instead and Kagura insisted that I just be thrown to the dogs. Sesshomaru-sempai, as usual, didn't budge or say anything regarding their pleas and cries for him to change his mind and reconsider. It felt all too... dreamy. As if I, Rin Ootori, could be counted as Sesshomaru-sempai's personal dog. That made me a servant! And a servant was something I wasn't giving into, no way, no how.
"Now wait just a mintue!" I screamed, coming closely to him and glaring. "There is no way I will be your personal... SLAVE! No way! And there is no way you can convince me other--"
I couldn't believe it, he shut me up with a kiss.
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Ohohohho. So early? Indeed, indeed. Review please!