Not edited, I read over it but mistakes do slip past me from time to ALL the time.
"Don't forget in the next class we have bring a partner day, feel free to invite your boyfriends, family, and friends over to join you for a night of partner cooking."
As everyone was leaving out some people came up to ask questions about that partner night. To ask questions she had already answered but it was fine, they all left excited.
"Is there an age limit?" Sesshomaru asked.
"You will be supervising them if they are younger than fifteen, but no. If you think they will enjoy it they are welcome."
Nodding he walked out.
She had seen him talking to Sakura and Megumi often and watching Karou with amusement during her food failures, but it was good. He was interacting and enjoying the class a lot more than when he had first arrived. Whatever reasons he was here for, at least it didn't seem like he was just trying to fulfill an obligation anymore.
On her own way out she went to the faculty office to turn in her request slip for the next class. There was a tension in the air that appeared whenever she was in the same room as Tanaka-san, the faculty coordinator. He seemed to dread whenever she came in here, and Tachibana never approached her, just sent her hateful glares from afar.
"Hi-Higurashi-sensei is something wrong?" Tanaka asked, sweat beading on his forehead.
"No, just turning in a request."
"Please allow me, I will see to it's approval myself." He hastily took the piece of paper from her and signed off on it without even checking to see what it was.
It unnerved her, but it also meant she got to leave earlier. She said a goodbye and left. It was like he was afraid she would hurt him or something. Not all her clients were school girls, some of them were respected members of the community and Sesshomaru was probably filthy rich. The threat of them turning against the school probably had the senior members on their toes and were on Tanaka's ass about being careful.
She had barely made it across the street when she heard the first shot. She thought maybe it was a firework but then it moved closer and closer. It was late, almost ten at this point and there was no one on the street with her.
She found herself unable to move as a car sped around the corner with a man leaning out of the open window, a large gun in his hands.
Eyes widening she frantically looked for a place to hide but there were no alleys she could duck into. They were all storefronts, the closest cover was across the street and she could get there in time.
The car was just a few yards away when she felt someone grab her around the waist and pull her into the shadows of the street. She panicked when a hand pressed over her lips, but her movements stopped when she recognized the voice in her ear.
"Quiet."
Wide blue eyes peeked over dark bangs to see Sesshomaru holding her. She desperately wanted to ask what was going on but he was very tense against her back and had his full attention on the approaching car.
He crouched, his arm around her waist forcing her to follow his movements, but he lifted his hand from her mouth. She knew better than to speak and made herself as small as possible.
The man with the gun didn't seem to notice them, his eyes and gun aimed behind him, where another car emerged, this time with two people leaning out the windows with guns. They shot at each other and Kagome pressed her hands against her ears, praying for them to not notice them.
A few minutes later, Sesshomaru relaxed. "They're gone." He helped her stand and pulled out his phone.
"What happened?" She asked him, her voice and body shaking.
He seemed to observe her for a minutes before replying, "It seems to have been a gang shooting." He replied his golden eyes firmly on her, "Genkishi, bring the car now."
"Sesshomaru-san why are you still here?"
"There was an incident and I remained here while my men took care of it." He replied, "You will remain with me."
"Shouldn't we move?" Just as she finished her sentence a familiar black car drove around the bend, slowing down beside them.
"We will escort you home." He said opening the door for her to enter. She didn't hesitate stepping inside, it was probably a much safer place than being outside. Plus Sesshomaru had trained bodyguards, that was better than walking down an empty street in the dark.
He followed in after her and said a few things to Genkishi that were too low for her to hear.
"Your address Higurashi-sensei?" The driver asked.
"Right." She watched the man enter her address into his phone GPS and the car began to move.
"Are you okay?" Sesshomaru asked, eyeing her carefully.
She was slightly shaking but the adrenaline was wearing off and exhaustion was beginning to hit her hard. "I've been better. What should we do, shouldn't we call the police?"
"No, there was not much we can say that someone else hasn't already called in." Sesshomaru leaned back in his seat. "Unless you would like to sit through hours of interrogation."
He was right, there wasn't much she could do about what just happened, and while there weren't as many people on this street the ones they came from, and the ones they went after probably did. She just wanted to go home and curl up in bed. Tomorrow was one of her only days off from both of her jobs and she needed to make it count.
"You're right." She took a deep breath and relaxed a bit more into the plush seats. They were really nice, but then again their owner was rich. "How are you doing Sesshomaru-san?" She wasn't the only one witness to such a terrifying event. He seemed almost unphased but he rarely showed how he felt that easily.
"I am used to these things." She raised a brow at him but the answer came to her easily and she just shrugged. He was rich, he probably has to deal with a lot of stuff because of money. That's why he had so many bodyguards.
When they got to her apartment building he walked her to her door. "Will you be alright?"
"I might take a long relaxing bath, but yeah I think I'll be fine. Thank you again Sesshomaru-san, I don't know what could've happened if you weren't there." She bowed deeply, "Accept my gratitude."
He nodded. "It was nothing, besides you are my cooking instructor."
Smiling brightly she giggled, "Exactly, how else are you going to learn how to perfect the fluffiness in an omelette!"
He shook his head at her but he seemed amused.
Schooling her mirth she turned her full attention on him, "But seriously Sesshomaru-san, thank you. If there is ever anything I can do for you please let me know."
They said their goodbyes and she swiped her card to get into the building, before entering the elevator and punching in the code for her floor. Even if the outside was a hellscape, her apartment building had great security, it better with how much she paid for it.
Outside Sesshomaru got back into the car, his eyes narrowing on Genkishi. "Explain."
A bit shorter than the rest but as I continued to write it didn't fit the tone of this chapter!
I'm really shocked with the response to this story, it got way more views that I ever expected, thank you!
A lot of you mention you liked the contrast between light hearted cooking and whatever shit Sesshomaru is a part of and I feel like this story can combine the two themes and maybe turn out good.
Thank you~