Sesshoumaru's Journal
Note: changes have been made to the advisor's name...
Chapter 2: Confrontations
'Who do these humans think they are kidding?' I think as the Vice Principal takes a stand on stage.
"Do not believe any of the rumors people say about me," she says, "If you are nice to me and do not get into trouble, then I will be good to you. I do not take pleasure in writing you up. It pains me so much to send you to detention."
'Why would people spread rumors about you if what you say is true?' I ask myself.
The human next to me keeps looking about as though he is confused. His brown hair looks as though he just came out of the woods. Truly, it is embarrassing for me to have to sit next to him.
I test for his power, and am surprised. He is a raccoon demon in disguise. How did I miss that one? Well, I wasn't really paying attention.
I continue to watch the monkey-show go on the stage as I wait for it to end. I knew all of this before. Finally tired of it, I take out my journal and begin to write.
August 20, 2005 (continued)
That Vice Principal is stupid—too stupid for her own good, if you ask me. She should learn that she already dug herself a hole deeper than she can even plan to get herself out of. When I am in charge of the lands here, I will make it a personal goal to make all of the people in "charge" in the learning facilities to take a course in demon behavior, but that would scare them. Oh well, it would be better than the way they are acting right now.
I wish that Father had not forced me to go here in the first place. Sure, this school is one of the better schools—95 percentgo to college—but even then, it is inconceivable that anyone who wants to leave would not at the first opportunity to go. Sometimes I wish that Father would entrust me to make my own decisions about things such as this.
I wish that the school knew what was going on underneath their noses. Without their knowledge, we demons are in charge of all things relating to land. Humans are not allowed to actually own land. All the land all over the world that they "own" is actually held by the demon in charge of the area.
Because they are oblivious to this, they do not know who I am, and I am treated the same as the other people and demons here. I am higher up on the food chain than the raccoon sitting next to me, and yet the teachers will give him and I the same amount of respect. I will not stand for this.
One of these days, I will make sure that the people around here treat me with the respect that I deserve. I will not stand for this.
Applause roars through the auditorium as I close my journal. Grabbing my backpack, I stuff the journal in before I join the crowd that is leaving the auditorium. 'This is going to be so much fun,' I think sarcastically as I look for where my advisory, or homeroom, will meet—the bus circle.
I look at my schedule to see who I need to meet with. My advisor is one of the PE teachers. This just makes my day even worse than it already was, if that is at all possible.
That Kagura girl seems to be in this advisory, as well as that raccoon. 'At least that raccoon will be worth talking to, even if he is much less than I am. He is better than a few other people I have seen around here,' I think before I am taken out of my thoughts,
"Sesshoumaru Taiyoukai," my advisor calls out. I look at him. "Are you here?" he asks.
"Yes, I am, and I would like it if you learned how to read," I said coolly as I referenced my backpack.
"I did not see that," he says, before looking back down at his paper.
'Of course you didn't see that, you were too wrapped up in pronouncing my name wrong and wondering what you will eat later on,' I think, but instead I say, "Well, next time you know." This brings him out of his thoughts, and he looks back up at me.
"I am sensing a little bit of an anger issue, Mr. Taiyoukai."
"Mr. Sothoron, everyone agrees that anger is an emotion, is it not?"
"Yes, I believe that it is, but what does that have to do with anything?"
"I have been described as emotionless. Numerous times. By different people. Under different circumstances."
"That does not matter. Even emotionless people have emotions…"
"But we never show them," I finish for him. This is probably the hundredth time that I have heard this speech. It always goes the same way. To avoid any more confrontation, I decide to shut my mouth until Mr. Sothoron shuts up. About three minutes pass before he notices. I think that makes a new record for this treatment. Usually, it takes all of thirty seconds before they catch onto the idea. Truly, this man is an idiot.
"Are you even hearing what I am saying?" the man asks very loudly.
"When you are speaking that loud, the question is, how can I not hear what you are saying?"
The shade of red that his face turns is unbelievably unhealthy. I think a few blood vessels are popping. Oh well, he doesn't need them.
"You will get detention for talking back to the teacher. Now, you will not go on the tour, and you must go to the Vice Principal's office, immediately."
I take the only chance I have to make him any madder. "But, sir, if I cannot go on the tour, then how do I know where her office is?"
Scratch whatever I said before about his face being red. Now, it is a deep shade of purple. That is very unhealthy. I didn't know humans had the abiltity to change the color of their face with their mood. I guess they do.
"GO. TO. THAT. BUILDING. OVER. THERE. AND. IT. IS. THE. FIRST. ROOM. ON. THE. LEFT."
"You didn't have to spell it out. I have no learning disorder." I start walking after I grab my backpack. Before I close the door to the building, I hear him clear his throat and call out the last few names. Then, he begins to talk to the rest of the students about the history of the school.
"What are you here for?" the Vice Principal asks when I enter her office.
"My advisor sent me here because I was being sarcastic," I reply, "But, I have no idea how he came to that conclusion," I add sarcastically.
"The faculty at your old school may have put up with your attitude, but be warned that here, you will have no such luck."
"I was home schooled before coming here, and the people who taught me were specially chosen to teach me, and only me."
"So, your just a spoiled rich kid," she says bluntly, "If you don't make something of your self in school, then all of the money that you might inherit will be lost to terrible spending and people taking advantage of you. The best way to succeed in school is to just follow the rules."
"I will inherit more than just money, and I am already fully capable of taking over the family business if it is needed. Father just wants me to look like a normal person and have experience with people. I really don't care about people. I may have to work with them, but only a few people."
"And what, may I ask, is your family's business."
'You need to get your butt out of my business' I want to say, but instead I choose the less aggressive way, "It doesn't really matter what the family business is. All you need to know is that we are landowners, and everything we do is perfectly legal."
"Well, because today is the first day of school and you are not used to people, I will let you off with a warning. However, next time you appear in this room for a similar offense, I will have to write you up."
"Why don't you do it now to get it over with?" I ask. It is quite fun to see human faces turn red with rage. If only the humans knew what it looked like, or else they never would do it. Their frustration is quite silly.
She took a breath before she began to speak, "I will let you go to your class now, but if I hear one more comment like that, then I will have to write you up. I will not write you up in advance. You need to learn your lesson. If you do not, then I will call your father. I will ask him for advice on how to deal with you."
"Have fun with that," I state as I walk out of the door. After the door closes, I hear her take a few long breaths.
"What did she say?" one of the students asks when I walk up to them. They were standing outside the lunchroom, which was about fifteen meters away from where they had started.
"Nothing of importance," I state before I go into my state of solitude.
I wish I could take out my journal and write how I feel, but since that it impossible, I must deal with it.
Mr. Sothoron won't shut up. I try to listen to his ramblings about the school, but it is just too much for me to take. Sometimes I wish that I did not have as good hearing as I do. This is one of those times.
"Sesshoumaru," Kagura says to me, "Are you OK?"
I look at her, contemplating how to answer. I go with a slightly riddled response, "My life works like the ocean tides. Right now the water is receding."
Her mouth makes an 'O' shape, and she continues to listen to the teacher. Nothing else of importance seems to happen, at least for the school day.
August 20, 2005 (Continued II)
Finally, I am on the bus, after this long and boring day. One of these days, I will get back to the Vice Principal for treating me with such disrespect. I do not care if they are not supposed to know what I am. I think that I should tell them, just so that I will not have to deal with people who treat me like a cur!
Oh, well. I only have four years of this, and then I get to take over the company. That is a lot more fun than sitting around here and doing nothing.
My teachers better know what they are talking about, lest I need to force them to take special courses for me. Last time Father tried to get me a new tutor, they were not well versed in the area of math. So, instead of just having to learn math from a book, like I normally did, I also had to teach my tutor. Something is definitely wrong with that!
The bus is approaching my stop. I soon will be able to tell Father about some of the rules in the school.
"Sesshy! You're back!" Inuyasha yells when I finally get to the house.
"Yes, brother, I am here," I state as I walk around the little cur. Too bad for him—he never will be able to live even a semblance of a normal life…not that I care. It is not my fault that he was brought into the world.
"How was your first day of school?" I hear from the house. My step-mom is standing in the doorway, a bowl of brownie batter held in one hand, a spoon in the other.
"I do not have much to say about today," I mumble as I pass by her as well, in search of Father.
"How was your day?" Father asks when I enter his office. I walk up to him and stand in front of him.
"Depends."
"Are you still alive?"
"Yes."
"Is anyone at school dead?"
"No."
"Then you had a good day."
He gave me the look that said "Go change out of your uniform and help your step-mom by spending time with your brother." I turn around and head out of the door in order to obey the unsaid orders.
END CHAPTER
Whew….this is a tad longer than I usually write (especially for Inuyasha stories), so this is not necessarily how long to expect my chapters to be. I am, however, almost always shooting for this length after the first chapter.