Series: Inuyasha

Universe: Modern Highschool AU

Pairing: Eventual SessKag, Onesided KagInu

Rating: PG-13 ( For now, susceptible to change).

Disclaimer: Inuyasha and its characters are the intellectual property of one Rumiko Takahashi. I only make bad fanfiction about it.

Author's notes: This will be a various part series, divided into a multitude of mini drabbles within themselves that will potentially lead to some minor-adult smut. DEAL.


Hentai High II

888

"Higurashi, what are you still doing here?"

Kagome let out a very unladylike snort as she sat up from her sleeping position on the desk. She swiftly peeled away the graded test that was stuck to her cheek and discreetly cleaned the string of saliva running down the corner of her mouth. Sesshoumaru watched her put herself together with raised eyebrows and Kagome blushed a bright pink.

'Well, this is attractive.'

She had been grading some tests as part of her detention, and she must've dozed off. Of course Sesshoumaru would find her in this undignified position.

"Just finishing up here, Taisho-sensei." she replied instead.

"It's late." Sesshoumaru offered unnecessarily.

'No shit, Sherlock, you're a genius.' Kagome grumbled internally.

Whose fault was it anyways that she was stuck at school on a Friday evening? This was her second week serving detention and she was already over it.

Kagome had nearly wept that first Friday when Sesshoumaru had dumped a tower of paperwork two feet tall in front of her desk. While she had been expecting to do a lot of work, she had certainly not expected that much! The paper structure tipped precariously to the side under the weight, and Kagome prayed it would just tip over towards her and kill her on the spot.

Although death by homework was a pretty lame way to go.

Sesshoumaru had seemed unconcerned with her dismay. "These are the quizzes for Class A and B. This is the sheet with all of the correct answers." He threw the paper carelessly on top of the pile, and Kagome watched with growing apprehension as the tower swayed even more. "Please have these done by…"he chanced a look at his expensive watch, "6'o'clock." With that, the man turned towards the door.

"W-wait!" Kagome called after him, standing up quickly from the chair and bumping the desk. The tower wobbled, and Kagome held her breath, eyes transfixed. But then it stabilized and she let out a relieved sigh. Turning to her teacher once more, she asked, "What about you? Aren't you going to help me?"

Sesshoumaru stared at her, and deadpan replied.

"No."

"No?" Kagome breathed in disbelief.

"No." he said, and there seemed to be a sick sort of pleasure put inside that one word, the slightest curve of his lips causing the ghost of a smile to appear. "Do not complain, Higurashi. What is punishment for you today is my daily task. You come to enjoy it after a while. Or completely hate it. Depends on the day." He shrugged, and looked away at the distance pondering his choice of vocation and its sacrifices, wondering if he would have been better off pursuing something that did not involve paperwork.

After a moment, he realized Kagome was still gawking at him. "

Well, get to work." He instructed, and without further elaboration, he left and slammed the door shut.

The force of wind was enough to send the pile of papers crashing to the classroom floor.

Kagome let out a serious of frustrated screams.

The next detention had followed a similar pattern. She was escorted to his classroom, handed an obscene amount of work and then was left alone to figure it out by herself. Kagome had no idea where the man left during those three hours but she sure as heck hoped he was doing something productive. Although apparently it included finding his young students passed out on his desk.

Huffing out an annoyed breath, Kagome glanced out the window.

Sesshoumaru was right, it was late. The sun was almost setting, its light shining weakly above the horizon line and casting the sky in warm reds and yellows. It made Sesshoumaru's white hair turn a glistening gold. Perhaps she was still not fully awake, but Kagome openly stared at the sight of him, mesmerized.

Alright, so she had to confess and come clean. Even as a young child, Kagome had always harbored the silly fantasy of touching Sesshoumaru's hair. She had braided Inuyasha's hair multiple times – much to the angry youth's disgruntlement – but while the same color as his older brother's, Inuyasha's hair was coarse and rather wild. Meanwhile, Sesshoumaru's hair had the cinematic appearance of high-quality shampoo commercials, the kind that made Kagome extremely envious and wanton with desire. If only he let her run her fingers through it, she thought pitifully, and out of their own volition her fingers twitched upwards, reaching out –

Sesshoumaru turned back to look at her with eyes that rivaled the setting sun, and her heart staggered.

"If you did not finish grading those tests you will not finish it in the next 20 minutes. Go home." Sesshoumaru grunted, effectively breaking whatever mysterious spell the young girl had been put under.

Kagome nodded, still reeling from the vision before her. When he wasn't being a total pain in the butt, she was always shocked to realize just how beautiful Sesshoumaru was. The vain part of her was a bit jealous, actually. But the woman side of her - the part that could not stop thinking of how his hair would feel sliding against her fingers, cascading down her chest and stomach and thighs - was incredibly frustrated.

Pushing such strange thoughts aside, Kagome began picking up her things, and jogged to the doorway where Sesshoumaru was already waiting for her. Admittedly, she was surprised when he held the door open for her and let her out first, instead of abandoning her as he usually did.

"Thanks." Kagome mumbled.

Wordlessly, he locked the door behind them and they made their way down the hall to the school entrance in silence. Kagome noted that despite his long legs, he kept his pace slow and steady so she could catch up, and tried not to think too hard about that, lest she actually start developing friendly feelings towards the man that was meting out her punishment.

Sesshoumaru discreetly slid his eyes to look down at the young student. Kagome was usually a chatterbox, but today she had been uncharacteristically quiet. Beside him, the girl was a million miles away, lost in thought.

Unaware of her teacher's watchful gaze, the tiny brunette was throwing herself a grand pity-party in her mind. Inuyasha's suspension had come and gone, but Kagome had not seen a whole lot of him since his return. Their relationship had been rather strained after the awkwardness of that night's events, and the boy barely talked to her.

Ever since middle school, it had become customary for their trio to leave school together at the same time, since they all lived nearby and had to walk the same route anyways. But these past two weeks, Kagome would walk back home by herself. No Kikyo, no Inuyasha. When the school bell rang every Friday, both her sister and the boy bolted for the door. Kikyo at least had the decency to throw a sympathetic wave at Kagome as she left, but Inuyasha was already far gone, telling her sister that they should stop for some popsicles on their way home. And just like that, Kikyo forgot about her sister, smiled at the boy that Kagome loved more than anything in the world and left.

Kagome had given everything to this boy. And yet…

The raven looked up as cool spring air brushed her bangs. She had been so lost in thought she hadn't realized she had followed Sesshoumaru all the way to the faculty parking lot instead of exiting through the front entrance. A bit embarrassed at her absentmindedness, she slowed to a stop. The raven was about to give an awkward goodbye to her teacher, when she nearly swallowed her tongue at the sight before her.

"Wait…that's YOURS?"

Sesshoumaru was standing beside a sleek metallic black motorcycle, unfastening a helmet from the wheel and fiddling with keys. Inserting the keys without much ceremony, the motorcycle roared to life like a beautiful and furious beast. The roar died down to a gentle purr, and Sesshoumaru looked back at his shocked student, amusement clearly writ on his face.

She just couldn't picture the sensible and solemn Taisho-sensei… driving a Ducati.

"It's a Honda NC700x actually." He corrected, and Kagome realized belatedly she had actually said the last part out loud. As if he hadn't heard her the first time, Kagome repeated her question, this time taking staggering steps forward and pointing at the mechanical monster. "This…this is yours? But how…? When…?"

Sesshoumaru looked over his shoulder as he straddled his bike, and Kagome gasped softly. He was smirking at her. For the first time in her life of knowing this man, he was openly smirking at her.

"Where else do you think Inuyasha got his rebellious streak from?"

Kagome had no answer to that. She could only continue to watch, befuddled, as Sesshoumaru adjusted himself on the seat. He looked up at her then, expectantly, and Kagome started.

"What?" she asked, finding his demanding gaze unnerving.

He raised one elegant eyebrow, in what Kagome was beginning to recognize as amusement. "It is late, and we live close to each other if I recall. I'll escort you home."

"On that?" the girl squeaked.

The eyebrow twitched, and Kagome translated it as a chuckle. She was getting good at reading his non-verbals. "Would you rather walk in the dark by yourself then?"

"I think I would. Much less precarious to my health and all." Kagome mumbled, but stayed on the spot transfixed.

If Sesshoumaru were the type to roll his eyes he would have. Instead, he angled his head to the side with a huff. "Get on the damn bike, Higurashi." He commanded, and shoved the helmet into her startled arms.

Kagome hesitated for a second, unsure.

"Hey."

Kagome's blue eyes glanced up into intent yellow eyes. Sesshoumaru's brow was drawn down at Kagome's genuine fear, his face a mask of reassurance and comfort. "You'll be safe with me. I promise."

Blushing at his sincerity and concern, Kagome nodded dumbly at him, believing the kind man with a fierceness that would've frightened her. He reminded her so much of his brother in that instance, and yet not, and her heart panged painfully at the memory of Inuyasha.

Sesshoumaru nodded and put on his leather gloves. With practiced ease, he kicked the kickstand with the sole of his boot and turned to face the parking lot. All that was left was for Kagome to hop on.

The raven took a deep breath and placed the helmet on her head. It was surprisingly less claustrophobic than she had expected. With trepidation, she placed a wavering foot where Sesshoumaru pointed and, steadying herself by holding her sensei's shoulders, pushed off. She overshot though, and the momentum nearly sent her sprawling to the other side and crashing to the concrete, but Sesshoumaru's powerful hands reached behind and held onto Kagome's thighs, planting her firmly in place.

The girl was both thankful and sorry that his palm was not directly touching the skin of her naked thigh, due to the barrier of the glove. That would have made things ten times more awkward than it already was. Once steady, Sesshoumaru's hand was quick to slide away from his student's leg and back to the bike, as if she were no more tempting than a cactus.

Without Sesshoumaru's strong hands to keep her in place, Kagome's body naturally slid down the gentle slope of the bike's chair, pushed down by gravity, and her hips pressed snugly against Sesshoumaru's backside like some sort of perverse puzzle. She felt lewd and sexy and scared out of her mind.

And they hadn't even ridden off yet.

As if on cue, the engine roared to life again, causing Kagome to jump a foot in the air and inciting a chuckle from her teacher.

"Down, girl." Sesshoumaru murmured fondly to the bike, and as if understanding it's master's command, the rumble of the machine dulled down to a powerful purr.

"Hold on tight." The white-haired man called over his shoulder casually.

"To what?!" Kagome cried back, panic evident in her tone.

Sesshoumaru didn't answer, just revved the machine and Kagome didn't have enough time to ask again before the man sped out of the parking lot at breakneck speed. She let out something between a yelp and a shout, arms shooting outward to wrap around Sesshoumaru on reflex.

"Bastard Dog!" Kagome cursed, but her voice was swept away by the rush of the wind and the roar of the engine. She felt Sesshoumaru's back vibrate, and knew the man was laughing.

Kagome had never seen a motorcycle upfront in real life, much less rode one. Sure, she saw them on the road, zipping through the lanes, and the raven always looked away, the vulnerability such a frail machine created making her queasy. A car crash was painful, but at least there was a larger survival rate in comparison. No, she had never really liked motorcycles, so Kagome could be forgiven for acting like a total wuss as she held onto Sesshoumaru's waist for dear life.

Everything around them was passing by in a frenzied blur, and paranoid images of their bodies flying off the bike haunted the young woman. She squeezed her eyes shut, and burrowed her face into the man's large and powerful back, holding on even tighter.

Sesshoumaru was driving too fast, she knew it, was 100% sure of it. This couldn't possibly be within the parameters of the speed limit. They were going to get pulled over. They were going to get into an accident. They were going to crash and die and Kagome would never get to graduate from high school or confess to Inuyasha, and stupid stupid Sesshoumaru-!

"That's quite a tight grip you got there." She heard Sesshoumaru say, voice muffled by withheld laughter.

Kagome jumped at the unexpected loudness of his voice, shaking her out of her hysterical stupor, when she noticed something off. Why weren't they moving? Did they die? Eyes slowly prying themselves open, Kagome blinked back at the light bearing down on her visor. There were cars on either side of them, engines running but standing still, and Kagome craned her neck upwards to see a red light blinking down at her mockingly. They were at a stoplight, she realized.

All too quickly though, the light turned green and Sesshoumaru kicked off the ground forcibly and sped down road. Kagome gave another squeak, but this time she was actually ready for it. It didn't stop her from practically straddling her teacher, thighs squeezing intimately against the other man's legs, hips pressing unabashedly closer to Sesshoumaru. She tried not too think about the state of her modesty at that time, more than aware by the cool wind near her hip that short skirts and motorcycles did not mix.

The man on the wheel, for his part, had other things occupying his mind.

Sesshoumaru's leather jacket wasn't zipped up, and he could feel the shorter woman's hands tangled in his shirt. One hand was fisted over his heart, bunching up the fabric and accidently pulling his shirt upward, revealing his flat stomach to the chilled wind. The other hand pressed against his naked abdomen, dull fingernails digging into his flexed abs. Whenever he caught sight of those thin, child-like fingers entangled almost perversely in his shirt, a thrill ran down Sesshoumaru's spine.

Sesshoumaru tried not to think too much of that, although he knew the tantalizing image would be revisiting his thoughts and dreams later that night, in other very inappropriate scenarios, and he really should stop that train of thought right there. Annoyed at his wandering libido, Sesshoumaru revved the bike much more forcibly than necessary and sped up the highway.

Kagome's fingers pressed even harder against his heated skin.

He sighed mentally in frustration.

This was going to be a long semester.


I know, no smut yet. Trying to set it up tho, as believable as possible in such short drabbles. Are you guys enjoying this so far? I'm sorry about not updating "Teacher's Favorite", "Pupil of My Eye" and "They Call It Puppy Love". Grad school has me seriously drained and knowing people have high expectations of those other three stories has me majorly blocked. Doing these short non-fuss drabbles is fun and quick tho, so expect more of these.