The Truth Comes Out… Badly
So yes. Sesshoumaru was a demon. Surprised? I won't lie – I wasn't. But then, I'm writing this story so I don't really have an excuse. More will be explained in the time to come.
Sesshoumaru sat in the back of the limousine in front of a very tall apartment building in the middle of Boston. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the door, his long nails denting the expensive leather.
The door opened and Susan slid in gracefully, dressed in light-colored jeans and a maroon t-shirt.
"It's definitely too early for this," she complained as she shrugged into her tan jacket. "Couldn't you have waited another hour even?"
Patting her hair, Susan noticed the dents Sesshoumaru had left behind and smirked.
"Guess not," she laughed.
Sesshoumaru growled and sat back in his seat to look out the window as the car started moving forward.
"Pff," Susan patted her hair. "What's got you so grumpy this morning?
Without even blinking, the demon staring out the window replied in an even voice, "This Sesshoumaru is made nervous by nothing."
Susan shrugged. "So how are we going to explain this to her? Do you just want to dump it on her or what?"
Sesshoumaru did not move, did not blink, did not respond.
Susan sighed heavily. "Come on, here," she complained. "I can't read you mind you know."
"You will handle this as you see fit," he responded evenly.
"You're kidding me," Susan huffed, sitting back in her seat. "I will handle this? You're the one who decided to tell her."
"You are the one who is like her."
Susan puffed up her bangs with a quick exhale. "Whatever," she muttered.
Kagome rolled over in bed and pulled the other half of her pillow over her face when she heard her front door open.
Not again…
Muffled footsteps made their way to her bedroom door and Kagome curled up in anticipation of a rude awakening.
Instead, there was a light tap at her door and Susan's voice gently filtered through: "Kagome? Are you awake?"
Kagome sat up. "Susan?"
The door opened slowly and Susan poked her face in. Seeing Kagome sitting in bed, decently attired if not a little bleary, Susan opened the door all the way and stepped in side the room. She smirked as she stood with her hands on her hips.
"And what's this?" she demanded. "You sleep on the floor? This isn't Japan, you know."
"And this isn't a futon," Kagome retorted. "It's a mattress – there's a difference." Kagome blinked once. "But why are you here? Do I have to come into work or what?"
Susan sighed and sat down on the edge of Kagome's bed. "Actually, Sesshoumaru and I are here to talk to you about something. You're going to think we're weird, but it's all true, so just hang in."
Sesshoumaru? "You mean Mr. Takamatsu?" Kagome asked. "Why's he here?"
"Because he's a part of this- okay, you know what? Stop it, Kagome. Stop distracting me!" Susan glared at the girl. "I'm a get-to-the-point kinda gal and you're just making me beat around the bush – Kagome, I'm a witch and so are you."
"What?"
"Oh yeah," Susan remembered off-handedly. "And Sesshoumaru's a demon."
"What?!"
"What?" Susan looked affronted. "You don't believe me?"
Kagome tried to backpedal – "What? No! Of course n" – before remembered what they were talking about – " I mean, yes! No, I don't!"
"Fine."
Susan stood and reached in the inside of her jacket. She pulled a fan from a pocket and snapped it open. She waved it in a circular gesture in the direction of a pile of dirty clothes in the corner and muttered something.
A pink arm twitched. Kagome jumped and stared harder, trying to remember if the shirt looked like it had moved because of the breeze from Susan's fan or for some other reason.
The arm twitched again, but this time, it stretched out, reaching like a person just waking. Kagome looked back to Susan to see her languidly swirling the fan, muttering a word every once in a while. When Kagome looked back to the pile of clothes, the shirt was pulling itself out of the pile, a pair of jeans working in tangent like legs.
The shirt arms pulled at the jeans waist once they were free, as if adjusting them over a pair of hips. They walked over to Kagome's bed and she had the eerie feeling they were looking down at her.
When she reached out to touch them, for a moment they felt solid, like they covered a real body. But then they collapsed in a pile, making Kagome gasp in surprise.
"Believe me now?" Susan smirked. Her eyes flashed red for a moment and Kagome gasped again.
"Your eyes!"
"Oh?" Susan raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah. I forgot they do that. When I cast spells, they'll turn red, brighter and for longer depending on the strength of the spell. Just something weird that happens."
Kagome shook her head. "Weird…"
"Yeah well," Susan sat back down on the bed next to her and shrugged. "You'll probably do something even weirder when you cast your spells."
"What makes you think I can do that?" Kagome asked doubtfully.
"I can feel it," Susan told her. "Your power – it's in your blood, in your body. It sings to me."
Susan reflected, her eyes distancing before continuing.
"Me, I have a different kind of power: I learnt mine. I spent years and years learning and crafting my arts, reading books and meeting other great witches and mages. I've worked hard to cultivate my abilities."
She turned to Kagome.
"You're lucky. You don't have to work as hard as I did, though it'll still be work. Plus, you've got me, and I'm willing to share. A lot of times I had to prove myself to my masters, doing things… just things." Susan then winked. "You've just got to do this, plus work, plus college. Think you can handle it?"
Kagome groaned. She buried her face in her hands and shook her head. "Are you serious? This sucks."
Susan laughed and stood. "Well, you took that a lot easier than I expected you to. What gives?"
"Would you believe I don't know?" Kagome asked, looking up from her palms. "But I mean, after that display, what else could I think? Unless it was a trick…" she glared suspiciously at her dirty clothes.
"Or you don't do laundry often enough and they got a life of their own at the exact moment it was convenient for me," Susan agreed.
Kagome laughed. "Guess not."
Susan nodded. "Well, and not only that, but the Sesshoumaru thing. I'd think that would freak you out just a little bit."
"What Sesshoumaru thing?"
"That he's a demon," Susan said matter-of factly.
There were a few seconds of a pause when the world was silent, the earth stopped spinning and words translated from English to Kagomenese in our main character's head.
"WHAT?!"
The next update will be soon, I would just like to type some more of the the next chapter after that. I have the whole summer ahead of me, so I expect to be working on this (maybe even finishing this - one can only hope!) so please don't worry. I will be doing my best. :)