A/N: sorry i forgot! trigger warning for what lies ahead.
- Part I: There's Something About Him -
Despair
-Kagome-
Her heart raced fast when she walked into her classroom that morning. It was such a familiar scene: a crying girl, surrounded by a group of smirking, judgemental faces. She was holding her hand to her cheek.
She had been slapped, and a raven-haired senior, one she recognized as Sango- a class rep from fourth-year B, was looking at the poor girl with a smirk on her face. "That's what you get for trying to seduce my boyfriend," she spat out. A flame of anger burst out from Kagome, and she strode forward.
Kagome raised her palm. Without any hesitation she struck the senior's cheek, the crisp sound of her slap resounding through the classroom. Eyes were wide, and gasps erupted as the shocked victim looked at her with wide eyes.
"Shit. What was that for?!" the raven-haired girl blurted out, horrified.
"Whatever issues you have with her, by no means you have to drag out in public." Kagome threatened, "Why are you doing this? You sick attention seeker."
"Woah there," Sango said as she backed away. "I think you got this all confused-"
Kagome turned around, only to see the crying girl had stopped her dramatics, pulling her arm, pulling Kagome away from Sango. "Class Rep, it's okay. You see-"
"The hell is it okay?" Kagome countered.
"Excuse me," Sango strode forward, putting a hand on her hip, "but maybe you failed to see the sign posted in front of your classroom door."
"Huh?" Kagome pulled away, confused. She turned to the entrance and indeed, there was a large paper that read, "Drama Club Auditions 6am-8am, Mon-Wed."
"I'm sorry," Kagome bowed before her lunch companion. She had apologized for the umpteenth time the whole morning, yet the angry red mark on the other girl's cheek begged for her apology.
"It's okay," Sango blushed, "you treating me to lunch is enough. Besides, that's what I would probably do if I walked into the same scene." She fell silent and gave a curious, hard look at Kagome."Hey, I know this is personal, but... aren't you that Higurashi girl?"
Kagome instantly paled. Did she figure out too? She straightened her shoulders, and that cheerful mask defensively barricaded her face. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Sango paused for long moments. "Uhm... Higurashi Kaguya, am I right? Class Representative of Third Year-A?"
A long breath of relief escaped Kagome's lips. "Yes, I am."
"I'm sorry if I offended you in any way," Sango bowed her head in apology. "I was just gonna ask you how you are related to Higurashi Kikyo. You see, I transferred last year from Shibuya. We attended the same middle school together. We're not that close, but I'd see her once in a while around campus. I just wanted to see how she was doing."
Kagome's brows knit together in confusion.
I grew up in Shibuya. Not Kikyo. She grew up in Bunkyo.
"You must have mistaken her as her cousin," Kagome said. "Higurashi Kagome. She practically grew up there."
"Kagome?" Sango pondered. "I'm sorry... I don't think I remember a Kagome in middle school."
Kagome sat quietly under Sango's brainstorming. How strange.
Finally, Sango shifted. "Ah, are you talking about Higurashi Kagome, her homeschooled cousin in the old shrine in Bunkyo? I remember Kikyo bragging about how she had relatives who bore the pure Shikon blood. You know, they aged as slow as youkai or whatever."
Kagome fell quiet, contemplating. As far as she could remember, it was Kikyo who was the Shikon maiden in the older Shrine. Which would make no sense.
Why was Kikyo living in Shibuya now, and she in Bunkyo?
Sango huffed, waving the topic off in dismissal. "Oh, I have all our yearbooks from school with me. I'll try to look Kagome up tonight, maybe I just forgot. And I'll get back to you tomorrow, alright?"
Kagome nodded absently, still deeply troubled.
"Hey," Sango interjected again, startling the thinking girl. "I heard rumors that circulated just this morning... about you and Sesshomaru-sama of Fourth Year-A."
Kagome's eyes instantly hardened. "What about?" her tone changing, so... dead, that the senior had to do a double take.
"That both of you are an... 'item.'"
Sango was answered with a very long silence. "Kaguya-chan," she followed up, very carefully. "I'm not gonna warn you about his reputation with the girls, because I myself think he is highly misunderstood. With the girls-"
"I don't care about his escapades." Kagome cut off. She didn't want to sound avoiding and defensive, like a pathetic martyr girlfriend. She just wasn't interested.
He could fuck the whole cheerleading squad, for all she cared.
"With the girls," Sango stubbornly continued, grabbing her hand to hold her attention, "they would cling to him like static. And the ones who had bragged about sleeping with him, I'd say they were the ones who forced themselves to his bed- they-"
"I don't care, Sango." Kagome grimaced, "You don't have to apologize for him. He knows exactly what he's doing."
Enough. This is so awkward... and uncomfortable.
Sango blushed. "I'm sorry. I just thought, since you are a new student, you might be discouraged when you hear such destroying rumors about your boyfriend." She looked at Kagome sheepishly. " I respect Sesshomaru-sama and all, but, the biased rumors of his rakishness is not what concerns me. They are unfounded and untrue." She paused in contemplation. "Kaguya-chan, there's a heavy rumor about him, about his explosive behavior."
Kagome finally looked at her, and Sango took it as a sign to continue.
"He almost killed a girl once. It was only gossip, and I had not witnessed it myself because it happened almost two years ago, when I wasn't here..." Sango dropped her voice so low, "The girl was a freshman... A wolf-youkai, I heard. He ripped her throat open. They said blood was all over the walls from his violent attack- it was only when his group of youkai friends intervened was it stopped.
Everyone is staying silent though as if it never happened. But who knows?" Sango observed the girl quietly. "I'm sorry, Kaguya-chan. I just want you to be safe."
The bell suddenly rang, concluding the lunch hour. As Kagome gathered her thoughts, she suddenly felt a soft kiss on her head. She looked up, only to see the beautiful face of the person she hated the most.
Sesshomaru Taisho.
His unbound white hair fell over her face, isolating them from the eyes of the watching crowd. "There you are." he said, "I've been looking for you." he kissed her again, and Kagome forced herself not to wince. She dropped her gaze to Sango, who was blushing to death at his shameless display of affection.
"Oh, I'm sorry, were you planning to have lunch together?" Sango said as she pointed at the two bento boxes on his hands. It was full and untouched.
"No worries." Sesshomaru straightened. "My little shrine-girl is probably not accustomed to having her future mate constantly follow her around."
Sango squealed giddily at his blatant announcement. Kagome turned to him, and their eyes met. Sesshomaru reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair in her ear. "Can I at least walk you to your classroom?"
Kagome stood without answering, and she looked at Sango. "See you tomorrow," Kagome said, and the senior happily waved goodbye to the new couple.
The back of their hands accidentally touched as they walked away. The third-year instantly pulled back, but the Inuyoukai swiftly wrapped his hand around hers and held her tight.
There's something about him that I couldn't place,
Kagome thought as she opened her eyes to an empty classroom, the golden rays of the afternoon sun spilling into the windows. She fell asleep while filing the papers for her class, and she woke up to an odd sight.
He was sitting on the floor, leaning on the wall by the window,
his eyes that were as gold as the lonely sunset stared at her emptily, waiting.
I don't know why, but he reminds me of what mama used to say.
It was her second day with him, and he had not made any advances as she had expected. He would only fall quietly to her side, a little tuck of a stray strand of hair to her ear, a soft brush of his fingers to her cheeks,
a whispered "I love you, Kagome," in the most unexpected places and times.
And when they were alone like this, he would fall into a quiet spell. He would stare at her as if she were a distant ghost, the detached longing in his eyes too intense she always had to look away.
Him sitting before her, he looked as if he had a very thick mask donned on his face-
He looked like a soulless, empty shell.
"Sometimes, the strongest people in the morning are the people who cried all night, and the toughest people you see on the surface are the most broken ones underneath."
Kagome sat up from her slouched position and held his gaze.
He is... strange.
"Kagome," he suddenly said, his face holding that dead, detached mask.
"What if I told you that we met before, and you promised me you'd love me until your last breath?"
Something in her spirit flared with anger. What was he saying? They did not meet before. Her father sent her away to Shibuya at a very young age. That was where she grew up, with her uncle and aunt, she went to school there, had childhood friends, had a side job in the local grocery, was raised as a shrine girl. She was only back in Bunkyo right after middle school-
He was nowhere involved in her memory, except for his infrequent visits in the shrine. She chuckled.
"Then I would say you're crazy."
The silence did not seem to disturb his detachment.
"What if I told you that I loved you... and still love you,
and I'll do anything just to call you mine again?"
How can you lie so blatantly?
How can you say such heavy words with that blank mask on your face?
"Senpai," she looked at him, "Surely you would be aware by now, that I'm never gonna believe anything that you say?"
You lying, manipulative bastard.
Abruptly she stood, gathering her bag to walk away from all the ridiculousness when a strong grip forced her back to come crashing into a firm chest. His arm snaked tightly around her waist, and his hand gripped her small chin from behind, tilting her head up. His warm breath ghosted in her ears and goosebumps rode all over her flesh,
"Kiss me, Kagome," he demanded, roughly yanking her neck sideways and dipped down, pressing his lips to that sensitive spot where her neck and shoulder connected. Her eyes flew open, and she shivered. She spun around, her arms in front of her as she tried to push him away.
Don't touch me-
Please, you've violated me already... what else do you want from me?
He took the chance to shove her to the blackboard, and his lips came crashing against hers. She did not respond. He suddenly bit down and she gasped, and he took the chance and invaded her with his tongue. She moaned in protest, her tears streaking down her cheeks.
Stop, please,
She shook her head but he continued, sucking out the very breath out of her lungs, sucking out her soul. His tongue explored every corner of her mouth, his lips devouring her relentlessly, and she did not notice his hand had traveled to the buttons on her school uniform until she felt a cold draft of air pass on her exposed chest.
Her knees buckled and lost all its strength. She slid down, Sesshomaru did not even bother to keep her standing as he sank on the floor with her. She felt his hand squeeze her bare breast, and his mouth close in to another. She gasped, a red flush on her cheeks,
"Senpai, what are you doing! Stop..." she tried to push his head away but he did not budge, as he swirled his tongue around a hardened nipple, and he sucked, the strange sensation bringing a flood of hot liquid on her nether regions.
"Stop!" she cried out as his mouth assaulted the other nub, his hands relentless, kneading her flesh, teasing her peaks. Her feet were thrashing, her hands were pushing him away, "Senpai, please stop!"
He pulled her to him and she found herself on his lap, her back on the wall, and he crushed her in a desperate embrace.
"Why do you deny me?" he rasped, "listen to your body, Kagome. Can't you see the way you respond?"
Kagome closed her eyes as he started grinding his hips on her hiked-up skirt, she tried to close her thighs but he was already between them. He had unzipped his pants and she could feel his large, hard arousal penetrating through the thin material of his boxers and her underwear. He thrusted, the length of his hardness pressing on the middle of her core.
"No,"
He pounded, again and again, her back painfully banging on the wooden wall. She could feel the painful friction between them grow less and less, as their rubbing parts grew shamefully slick and hot as he continued his dry-hump. Moisture soaked both the cloths that served as a barrier between him and her.
She could already feel the form of his dick eating into the gap of her wet panties.
She shook her head,
Strange...
I feel so strange...
Her tears did not stop, her whimpers growing more desperate,
"Stop... I don't like it... Sesshomaru!"
I feel thirsty, and my mouth is dry...
why don't you listen to me?
I feel so strange, I'm burning... I don't like this heat...
Her protests were being forced down by his selfish kisses. He lurched forward and nipped at her breasts, and she looked away, crying. His tongue and hands were all over her bare skin, touching intimate places she had thought she reserved for the one she truly loved.
"Kagome, look at me." he whispered, she could feel his engorged shaft conform to his boxers, teasing her covered, shamefully wet entrance, "Look at me, please,"
She shook her head in denial, and tears streaked down her eyes. She felt him pull away from her. Gentle hands cupped her face, "Kagome."
She opened her eyes, and Sesshomaru pulled away when he saw what was in there.
Unbridled fear.
His eyes grew wide. Sesshomaru sat up and gathered the sobbing girl in his arms. He allowed her to cry her shock out, and he rocked her tenderly like a little child, stroking her hair.
How dare you touch me so gently now... I hate you,
Sesshomaru... how dare you.
"That day, after the scandal... he said the 'challenge' was not supposed to be you," he shook, the madness in his voice making him sound delirious. "I swear, Kagome..." he whispered, softly now as he was calming down, "I never agreed to participate in anything. I didn't know what was happening. I was drunk... utterly wasted...
and then you stumbled into the door," She could feel him bunch her hair in his hands so tight it was painful, "I lost control of myself."
Kagome only shook her head, her tears soaking in his white hair, her bare breasts crushed on his chest, his throbbing length still pressing on her thinly protected folds.
"I'll wait until the full moon," he said as he kissed her bruised lips, kissed the spot where her shoulder and neck connected, "I'll wait." His claws dug into the flesh of her back possessively.
Kagome remained limp on his arms like a broken puppet.
It still hurts.
My whole body is overrun with painful scars you created,
and I cannot recover.
He held her protectively in the quiet of the empty classroom, his head leaning on hers. His hands then took her own, and there it was again, he let her trace the outline of his face, his lips and jawline. "I love you, Kagome," he whispered desperately.
Unfortunately, I'll never believe a single word you say.
Four days more,
Sesshomaru.
And both of us will be rid of this painful torture.