Series: Inuyasha
Universe: Modern Highschool AU
Pairing: Eventual SessKag
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Inuyasha and its characters are the intellectual property of one Rumiko Takahashi. I only make bad fanfiction about it.
Author's notes: Before anyone flings any hate towards me for this chapter...just remember that although a tinge OOC, this interpretation of our doy-boy Inuyasha is not too far off from canon, unfortunately. :/ Kagome always was his second-choice, I felt like (which is why I avidly write SessKag fics lol).
Also, to make up for all the drama going on, I was super nice and added an extra 2,000 words to this 1,000 word chapter. Thank you everyone for all of the amazing reviews so far. You have no idea how much they mean to me and help me push this story forward. Shout out to pgoodrichboggs and sllmidnight in particular, you guys always brighten up my day by reviewing all of my fics. This chapter is for you :)
Hentai High IV
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"I'm home!" Kagome called into the house; she knew her mother was there by the smell of food wafting through the living room, but it was background information as her mind was too occupied elsewhere. She flinched as the roar of a motorcycle vibrated behind the closed door, signaling the driver driving away from her porch and down the street, the sound fading into the distance until it was gone. Kagome rushed across the living room area and up the staircase of her small childhood home.
"Kagome! I made dinner, aren't you going to eat?" Mama Higurashi called after her, peeking through the kitchen doorway. Her daughter was already at the top, her figure a blur as she practically ran down the hallway to her room.
"No thanks, mom! I have homework, so I'll eat later!" Kagome shouted without looking back, and escaped into the privacy of her chambers with a slam of the door.
Mama Higurashi blinked at the closed room, momentarily taken aback by her daughter's strange behavior. Kagome never refused food. Not even when the girl had gotten sick with the flu and had thrown up everything that crossed her lips had she lost her appetite. What could have possibly possessed her to choose schoolwork, of all things, over food?
The older woman smiled knowingly, tapping her chin thoughtfully with the kitchen spoon she had been using to stir the rice.
'Must be spring-time for Kagome.'
Meanwhile, Kagome stood in her room, her back pressed against the closed door, heart slamming against her chest. She slid a few inches down, holding her slightly trembling frame against the wood for support.
She needed to get a grip on herself! This was totally an overreaction to a perfectly normal situation that happened to people everyday. Kagome wanted to attribute the aftershocks of adrenaline rushing through her body to her ridiculous fear of motorcycles. Yes, her body was just reacting to having been taught how to ride her very first motorcycle for the first time. It had nothing to do with having her teacher pressed against her the entire time, creating the most atrociously inappropriate thoughts she had ever dreamed of.
Covering her blush with her hands, Kagome slid the final inches down to the floor with a groan.
Truthfully, the raven hadn't known what had possibly possessed her to suggest the impromptu lesson to her teacher. Perhaps it had been boldness at their budding new friendship and as such trying to get closer to the man through shared interest. The girl also wanted to push away the tension that had been created in the classroom during their conversation, so playfully she had hopped on the motorcycle before him and begged him to teach her how to zip through the streets like he did. It had been an attempt to lighten the mood, and nothing else.
Kagome had expected the solemn man to flat out refuse her request. She had not, though, anticipated that he would accept.
And she had definitely not predicted that he would want to give her the lesson on the spot.
Kagome stared back at Sesshoumaru, not daring to believe her ears. "What?" she repeated again, as he casually strolled towards her sitting form on the metal machine.
"I said 'Al right'. I'll teach you how to ride, right now."
Kagome laughed high and quick, more from nerves than actual humor. "Ah, You don't really need to, Taisho-sensei. I don't want to be a bother. I mean, it's late and you probably want to go home-"
"It's not a bother at all, Higurashi." The man drawled, and Kagome had the distinct impression that he was teasing her, knew that she was trying to backpedal from her request but was not letting her get off that easily.
"Really, I was just joking, you don't have to-"
She had not time to mentally prepare herself when abruptly Sesshoumaru placed his hand on the handlebar of the bike, directly on top of hers, and straddled the mechanical contraption. The breath was knocked out of the raven as the man's hips slid down the seat and pressed suggestively against her bottom, his muscular thighs caging her own suddenly tensed legs until he was practically spooning her. He leaned forward, his bigger frame pushing against Kagome's back, and it was all Kagome could do but shudder as his hair ghosted over her neck.
"Here." He said, and his voice was unbearably close, lips a hair-breadth away from the shell of her ear. "I'll teach you." The sound of him whispering, a velvety smooth rumble like distant thunderstorms, curled against her eardrum and Kagome's hands tightened instinctively on the handlebars, the action muffled as her hands were trapped under his much larger ones. And God, they were so big and masculine, his long fingers weaving against her thinner ones, and Kagome watched transfixed as they curled and danced together, revving the gas.
Sesshoumaru was talking again, teaching her in murmured instructions how to make the machine come to life and move, but Kagome could not comprehend a single word. The raven struggled for coherency, but all the while she could only think about his barreled chest against her back, the view of his clothed biceps flexing under stretched leather, the heat of his pelvis against hers, the way his hair tickled her cheek as he moved behind her. The sensations assaulting her inexperienced body were overwhelming, and she could feel her skin heating up, the blush expanding from her cheeks all the way to her chest. Her heart hammered ruthlessly in her ribcage, and she wondered if he could hear it.
'Ah...', she thought distantly, as he leaned closer to point out something in the front and his lips grazed her ear. The touch had heat travelling all the way down to her lower stomach, and Kagome's muscles contracted. 'This…is bad.'
"Higurashi, are you all right?" Sesshoumaru suddenly spoke up, pausing in his explanation. He couldn't really see her face from his angle behind her, but he noted the curious red tint her cheek had taken.
"Eh, Taisho-sensei…"Kagome scrambled for an excuse, her blush becoming more prominent as she felt his watchful eyes on her. "On second thought maybe we should have this lesson another day. I'm…not feeling like myself right now."
Sesshoumaru frowned. His hand drew up instinctively and pressed against her forehead, the action a faint echo of the dozens of times he had done the same with Inuyasha when he was younger. It was sweet and familiar, but Kagome flinched at the caress. "You do feel warm…"he commented under his breath, cool fingers pressing against her hot cheeks next. He thought he heard Kagome groan, and his hand pulled away, concerned. He hadn't noticed any symptoms when they were in the classroom, but fevers had a way of spontaneously manifesting. And it was flu season, after all.
"Let's get you home. The lesson can wait another day." He decided, gently taking her hands and pushing them away from the handlebars. Kagome thanked whatever God had taken mercy on her and decided to end the session before her head combusted in flames from blushing so much. Any more unsolicited temptation and she didn't know what she was capable of doing to her poor unsuspecting teacher.
Kagome nodded in agreement and began to move, in order to hop out of the motorbike and sit behind Sesshoumaru as usual, but realized he was still holding on to the handles, his arms effectively trapping her. As she was opening her mouth to excuse herself, he revved, and the motorcycle shot down the parking lot and into the streets.
Granted, Sesshoumaru wasn't going as fast as he usually did, probably out of concern for her well-being, but Kagome still panicked. Her hands fluttered spastically, trying to find somewhere secure to hold and keep her steady, until finally finding purchase in his legs. Small hands grasped onto flexed muscle, and annoyingly she noted how deliciously toned his thigh was. Kagome sighed inwardly, and strained not to let her hormones take over. A difficult feat when she was hyper-aware of the heat of the man behind her, burning into her back and sending delightful tendrils of warmth throughout her entire body, nerve-ends buzzing. The fact that she could not grind back into the pelvis that lay flush against her bottom was almost physical torture.
When did her thoughts for Sesshoumaru turn from platonic to...this?
All too soon they arrived at her front porch, although it was probably for the best that the ride went by so quickly because Kagome did not know how much more she could endure it. Sesshoumaru parked the motorcycle and leaned back, but did not move. His hand dropped from the handle and touched her arm gently. "Do you need help getting off?"
Kagome shook her head, not trusting her voice, plaintively ignoring the double-entendre in that sentence. She jumped off the motorcycle on trembling legs, and before Sesshoumaru could ask her anything else, turned on her heel and ran up the steps.
"Thank you for the ride, Taisho-sensei, see you Monday!" she waved over her shoulder.
Sesshoumaru watched her duck and disappear inside the house with raised eyebrows. She seemed to be feeling better, or more energetic, at least. Heaving a light sigh, Sesshoumaru donned the helmet, pushed off the ground and zipped down the street in direction to his home a few blocks away.
The phantom warmth of her nubile body still radiated on his chest, imprinted on his skin, and through the visor he could smell the scent of her shampoo that still clung to his clothes.
As soon as he got home, he decided, he would take a long, cold shower.
Back in her room, Kagome was finally managing to get her blush under control. Paranoid, she wondered if Sesshoumaru had caught on to her strange, unexplainable behavior. God, she hoped not, or that was going to make their relationship that much more awkward. No, what she really needed to do was stop being such a horny schoolgirl. After all, Kagome was interested in the man's brother, not him.
And speaking of siblings, she thought as she noted Kikyo's empty bed. Her twin had yet to arrive home and it was starting to get very dark. Kagome got up from the floor, dragging her backpack behind her, and sat on the edge of her bed. She rummaged through her backpack until she found her phone and, turning it on, flopped back onto the mattress and scrolled through her contacts. She found her sister, and typed a message.
'Out from detention. Where u at?' Kagome texted her twin.
A few seconds passed by, and then her cellphone chimed, announcing a notification. Kagome opened the message, then the attachment in the reply, and saw it was a picture.
Kikyo was framed in the foreground, smiling, amusement clear on her beautiful face. And in the background Kagome recognized the proud figure of Inuyasha on a stage, mike in one hand and arm over the shoulders of another student from their class, a ponytailed boy with blue eyes and pierced ears. They seemed to be screaming at a screen, and Kagome laughed, grasping they were at her favorite karaoke bar.
Her smile faded though, as she focused on Inuyasha, her fingers caressing his picture thoughtfully. She wondered when he would talk to her again, and if he was still mad at her for mentioning Kikyo on the whole midterm-fiasco. Her twin probably hadn't noticed yet that her two best friends were currently avoiding each other, and that was probably for the best. Kikyo had good intentions but the incredibly annoying habit of butting in and making things worse, while still somehow remaining free of fault.
Kagome threw her phone to the side with a sigh. She was tired. The past few days had been exhausting on an emotional level, and all she wanted was to close her eyes and forget the world for a bit. She didn't want to think about Inuyasha ignoring her, or her sister spending so much time with him. Childishly, the raven refused to face the turmoil of emotions running rampant in her heart, and instead decided to take a nap. Kagome hugged the pillow to her face and closed her eyes until darkness consumed her.
And in her dreams, she dreamt of hair as soft as silk and the smell of thunderstorms and gasoline.
"I saw you ride off with my brother on his bike last Friday."
Kagome jumped at the familiar gruff voice, and turned away from her locker into her favorite pair of yellow eyes.
Except now that she looked closely Inuyasha's eyes were darker - almost amber in color - not really yellow. They were dull and lacked the bright electric hue of Sesshoumaru's own eyes, whose yellow orbs seemed to be able to see right through her and into her very core. Inuyasha's eyes were too wide, too open and youthful, lacking the sage patience of his brother's more angular stare, and Kagome wondered when she had started favoring Sesshoumaru's eyes over Inuyasha's.
Speaking of the younger brother, Inuyasha was not looking happy at all.
Kagome huffed and turned back to her locker, looking for the textbook to her next class. "So you're finally talking to me?" Kagome bit back, acid dripping from her tone. Admittedly, she was elated that Inuyasha was paying attention to her again. But contrary to what one might assume from her past attitudes, Kagome did have some self-respect. Plus, she was still unbelievably upset that Inuyasha had been ignoring her in the first place.
In true Inuyasha fashion, the boy remained stubbornly focused on his agenda. He frowned at Kagome, and skipped over her question with one of his own. "What the hell, Kags? When did the two of you become so buddy-buddy?"
"And what the hell do you care, Inuyasha? You're blowing me off and hanging out with Kikyo anyways –"
"This isn't about Kikyo." Inuyasha snarled defensively, and Kagome felt the sting of hurt once more at his protectiveness over her twin sister. But instead of withering as she usually did, the raven bristled. She had been hoping for this fight, praying for it really. She had rehearsed it in her mind a million times, and now she would finally get to confront him about it with every line she had practiced in her head.
"Yeah. You're right. It's not about my sister. It's about you acting like a total jackass and ghosting me. Me, your best friend since diapers, 'Yasha. And you don't even say hello to me anymore when you pass me on the hallways to class! How the hell do you think that makes me feel? Do you even care?" Kagome said, struggling to keep her voice low and unwavering. Other students were starting to notice their hushed discussion, and Kagome tried to pay no attention to their stares.
"I'm not ignoring you, Kagome." Inuyasha replied, his anger deflating and turning him into the caring childhood friend of her memory. But his mouth was set in a grim line, and Kagome noticed he didn't answer any of her questions. "I'm just worried about you, that's all."
Kagome snorted and shoved the book into her backpack with more force than necessary. "You have a funny way of showing it." She grumbled. "I didn't know pretending your best friend doesn't exist was how you expressed love and concern."
"Don't be like that, Kagome." He plead, trying to reason with her, as the Inuyasha in her imagination often did during his argument. "As things are right now, I might be your only friend left in this school."
That threw the young raven for a loop.
Pretending to put away another notebook in her bag, Kagome scrambled to improvise and get back to her well-rehearsed script. "I don't know how pathetic you think I am, but I have plenty of friends here, thank you very much. I don't need your worry or your pity."
"Yeah well, at least take my advice." He ground out, growing impatient with her obstinate temper. Didn't she realize he was trying to help her?
"And pray tell, advice about what?" Kagome snapped back, equally annoyed.
"About you hanging out with my stupid-ass brother so much." Inuyasha cast a quick glance around, checking to see if there were any eavesdroppers, and Kagome had the sudden sinking feeling that Inuyasha was hiding something from her.
"What do you mean, Inuyasha?" Kagome muttered, looking around as well, getting caught up in his paranoia.
Inuyasha sighed, brushing a brusque hand across his hair, pushing his bangs back. They fell back into place, the same fluffy mess regardless of how much he tried to tame it. Lowering his voice, he looked at her with concern shining bright in his amber eyes and leaned forward to avoid anyone listening in.
"People are talking, Kagome."
The sentence was ominous and Kagome tried to decipher its meaning, coming up blank. When he didn't elaborate, Kagome raised her eyebrows expectantly, urging him to continue. Immediately, as if realizing he was actually saying it, Inuyasha became uncomfortable and looked away from her blue eyes at his next words.
"They think you're sleeping with the bastard."
"What?!" Kagome screeched, and several students paused and looked over at the sound. Kagome was too outraged to even care anymore.
"Shhhh!" Inuyasha hissed, gesturing with his hands. He tried to put his arm around her shoulder to calm her but she shrugged it off, furious.
"What did you say?" she growled, and she was no longer bothering to keep her voice down. People were definitely staring now, but their open curiosity and eager faces revealed that they already knew what the confrontation was about. Whispers were passed around, and more and more students started surrounding them. How could Kagome have been so blind? Did she really not realize what was going on around her?
Inuyasha crossed his arms, giving up any pretense of privacy and openly scowling at her. "You heard me. Dammit, Kagome, what do you expect? Riding off every weekend on the back of his motorcycle, of course people would talk!"
"He's being nice! It's not like you are waiting around on Fridays to walk me home!"
"Nice?" Inuyasha scoffed, and Kagome flinched as he laughed at her, his eyebrows down, his smile sardonic. "He's still a dude, Kagome! No dude does anything for a girl to be 'nice'."
"You helped me steal those test answers." Kagome whispered, dangerously low. "Does that mean you were trying to get into my pants?"
"Not yours!" Inuyasha snapped, then clapped a hand over his mouth as he caught himself in his misstep. Kagome gaped in disbelief at his unexpected confession. She didn't need to be a mind-reader to know whose pants he was interested in.
Inuyasha scratched the back of his head, aggravated, and took a deep calming breath. "Not anybody's." he amended with raised palms. He had the decency to at least look embarrassed. "Like you said, we're friends so that's totally different. I was helping you and your sister out of the goodness of my heart. But Sesshoumaru?" Inuyasha shook his head, gritting his teeth. "That bastard is completely heartless, you know that."
Did she though? All the bad things she had ever heard about Sesshoumaru had come from Inuyasha's mouth, which she of course had taken as Gospel. But a few weekends in his presence had clued her in to the fact that, while certainly strict and a it too solemn for a man his age, Sesshoumaru was pretty chill. Inuyasha was still talking, and Kagome struggled to listen.
"...and as for this, I don't like you getting mixed up in a scandal. I hate what people are saying about you."
Kagome burned to ask what exactly people were saying, but instead she asked the questions that nudged at her the most. "But you know it's not true, don't you? Who cares what people say about me. I don't. Besides, as long as you don't believe it, nothing else matters to me." Kagome searched Inuyasha's face, finding nothing but doubt. Her hopes and reassurances dissipated as he continued to avert his eyes. "You…don't believe those rumors…right, 'Yasha?"
Inuyasha opened his mouth then closed it, hesitating, and Kagome felt her heart shatter.
"And you call yourself my friend." She whispered, more hurt than she was angry, and she was pretty fucking angry.
Kagome slammed the door to her locker, and walked away. The jeers and calls from the audience followed her all the way down the hallway, and she was practically running to escape them.
Inuyasha didn't run after her. He didn't tell the people flinging ugly words at her to shut up either.
She didn't know if that crushed her heart more or less than it already was.
AN: Anybody remember how tedious and exhausting high-school drama was? I sure do.
As always, leave a comment if you like how this is going!
