Author's Rant: Thanks for the response babes. You're all awesome. Here's Chapter 5 Let's see what Inuyasha does this time.

Misunderstood

"How are things going there? Yeah they're great here. No, no I did that already yesterday. How did it go? Well. . ."She would ask about my store adventure wouldn't she? By the way, I'm talking to my mother.

Today's Sunday morning. I wasn't exactly looking my top notch best but hey who woke up fine right? It's a work in progress for some. Me being not one of those some but you get the idea.

I couldn't sleep much last night. Tsk, my humiliation earned me a trip to the grocery store where I restocked on a shit load of junk food. I even went as far as buying some men's bar grub. Ya know, the spicy buffalo wings, loaded potato skins with bacon bits, cheese, sour cream and chives, Cajun style curly fries, nachos with cheese, hot chili to slap over the fries and nachos, about a dozen jumbo hot dogs, fried chicken wings—which I couldn't even cook like my mama's, and I think a truck load of ruffled chips and fruity sodas from various varieties.

I'm sure this odd amount of food and the assortment of manly grub is going to raise a few questions so let's answer the most popular ones.

Why did I have so much food last night? Because it's my young adult way of coping with an injured pride. I'm a man after all. I don't think I need anyone's permission or to give a full scientific explanation as to why I wanna pig out.

Was I expecting company to share my food with? Fuck. No. Koga and Miroku and buy their own shit, plus I wasn't in a sharing mood at the time. I was more in the 'ready to fuck up the first person who pissed me off today' kind of mood.

Unfortunately I should've learned to keep my anger in check because when mama called last night I hadn't thought to listen to the ringtone and yelled "Who the fuck is it?"

. . . . You can probably imagine how my ears sagged to the base of skull and my mouth perfected the O shape when she answered the phone. And when I say she let me have it. She. Let. Me. Have. It. I was threatened with every ass whooping known to mankind and before I knew it I was crouching in the corner fucking close to tears remembering getting that switch to my ass as a kid. Yeah my mama had that kind of effect on me.

I tried telling her about the gym incident being the reason why I was angry and that I could never cuss at a the most beautiful woman who could give birth to me—naturally she wasn't buying any of that secondary shit. But oh she got a kick out of learning about that school store event as well as having a laughing fit when she heard the full details of my lost at the gym. It kept all of my strength not to hang up in my mama's face because I was already threatened with two promised ass beatings when she came to visit; that's one with a belt and the second with a switch. I'll be damned if I added a fly swatter to the mix.

So after that little bit of added shame, I ended up returning to the store to add Honey BBQ wings, about four roast beef, ham and turkey hoagies, onion rings, I can't even remember how many pigs in a blanket because those are thing you have to eat by the handfuls, umm where was I? Oh yeah, fried jalapeno peppers with stuffed cheese, cheese sticks, three large pepperoni pizzas and I finished it all off with a bunch of green grapes.

I'm not kidding, and I don't care who believes it; I ate like a damn hog and I was plopping those grapes like no body's business. I made sure to cook all of my food of course, so please no ideas of me eating raw food—despite that bit of popular, misleading demand.

So that was pretty much my night of fun which lead to a three hour stay in my bath room with four magazines of Fancy Dog, Marmaduke classics, Canine Enterprise and Gossip Hound. Sorry no sexual enticing things allow during the funk fests. I did that one time and learned my lesson.

Trust me; it's not a pretty sight to be horny and constipated. My dick and ass were cramped. I shall never combine the urgencies of cum and crap again.

So after that I showered off and went to bed. This is what led to our current placing where I'm sitting near my living room window, on my couch, talking to my mama. It was a decent time of the day, around eight to be precise. It tended to always be the prettiest on Sunday mornings. Rarely have I seen it be gloomy.

But shit I was fucking gloomy. My mama called me earlier this morning to be sure I held up my end of the deal by fixing that stupid ass fucking ass, shitty ass, hop its poison ass, retarded ass, crappy ass, lemon pie.

Anyway, I planned to take it to the bastard across the street around nine thirty. I checked out the window periodically hoping against faith that he wouldn't be home but as usual the devil ensured my blessings were sent to hell and I'd end up having to suffer. Sesshomaru was home.

Seriously didn't the fool have a life or something? "Geez, nah mom, I'm not talking to you and before you accuse me no I did not cuss. Yes ma'am, it's in the fridge now. I'm just waiting for it to get cold." I flopped back on my couch, rolling my eyes. "Yes mom I know you told Mr. Mixon to be sure that I gave the man his pie." The old fossil came knocking at my door at seven o clock in the got'damn morning asking for some damn sugar.

For real? Again who is this Jurassic Park ass old man trying to fool? Noisy butt needs to mind his own business. "Mom why are you so dead set on making me give a grown man a pie? Huh?" I looked at the phone to be sure this was my mama I was talking too. "Mom are you serious? I don't know this dude from a stick!" Damn, here she goes again for crying out loud. "You want me to be his friend? Why? I don't want to be his friend mom. I don't like him!" Once again I lose and thus earned another guaranteed ass kicking from talking back and supposedly telling my mama what I was going to do.

I think I'm promised a third at this point and she says it's with an extension cord . . . she asked if I wanted to start working on her boot? "No ma'am." Mr. Mixon was going to get an earful when mama and dad came around in two weeks. "Yes ma'am. I'll do it right now. Ok. Ok. I will. I love you too. Bye."

This was the hose phone so it deserved to be slammed against the wall and shattered but I ended up feeling sorry for it and put what was left back on the corner. I scratched my head trying to think of something to do from here.

I knew what I needed to do but what to do first was what was irking me. I guess I could get showered and dressed first. So that ends up being my next daily task. This was my final day of freedom before school started up so I planned on having a little fun today.

Me, Koga and Miroku planned to hang out with each other after I got done with this unwanted trip, maybe to pick up some babies and get a little fun.

I washed my hair with some scented shampoo and it took about thirty minutes to get it fully dried. I left it fluffed out because I wasn't up for combing through the knots, so I brushed off it a little and splashed in some oil here and there to gloss it off. My clothes for the visit were going to be simple because I could give a rat's ass what old dude thought of me.

I found my dark black jeans and my bad boy's red t-shirt to wear and put on my baseball cap to finish it off. My face was up to part as always, my muscle tone still existed despite that monstrous food pity party from before and my smile was in full charm.

Without much else to do for a while, I grabbed the pie and hurried out the door to do what I was pretty much forced to do again.

I ignored Mr. Mixon when he waved at me as I was crossing the road. Stupid human trying to look innocent as if he was just checking his mailbox for invisible mail. I was tempted to yell he ain't too old to know the mail didn't run on Sundays with his stupid ass, but out of respect for the elderly I just ignored him.

Remember that sweet ride I kicked from before? The Bentley Continental? Well today it was switched for the car I saw before; the Phantom sitting here this time, looking all shiny and shit—I kicked the fuck out that damn thing too.

I overdid it this time because by the time I was walking around it, I was sporting a limp. I tried to play it off as a manly walk but came off looking like a drunken jackass.

Ding. Dong.

Play it cool. Play it cool. Play it cool.

"Just a minute."

Play it cool. Play it cool. Play it cool. Play it—fuck this, I'm not staying here. That intense sense of déjà vu was ramming in my head and that butterfly feeling was sinking in my stomach again. I sat the pie on the stoop, about to pull a Mach 50—and the door opens catching me in ready to bolt action.

I looked over my shoulder at that Sess dude's expression that was reading something around the edges of me being a weird individual. That expression became more evident when he happened to see the pie on the ground and picked it up looking at it through the plastic top.

"Is this how you go about giving gifts?" Sesshomaru examined the pie around and around, looking for dirty or other foreign particles before giving me an eyebrow lift. "I'd expected better manners."

I cleared my throat, and straightened out my arms, acting as if I were stretching. "I was just getting rid of the creaks ya know? Can't do it with a pie in my hand."

Sesshomaru wasn't buying it from the looks of it. "Indeed. I guess it makes . . . logical sense."

I hope he wasn't calling me stupid undercover, because it'd be plenty of reason to fuck his ass up. "Whatever, you got the damn pie, just be happy about it." I snapped.

His attention got altered when Mr. Mixon waved over for no reason what so ever and he returned the gesture just as politely. Sesshomaru shifted the dessert under his arm and pushed his door opened wider, and suddenly said "I have tea brewing. Would you like some?"

I paused. "What?" Did I hear him right?

"Tea. I'm making some. Would you like a cup?"

My ears wiggled under my hat as I shoved my hands in my pocket, debating on whether to take the invitation. Don't get me wrong I still don't like his stuck up ass, but I enjoyed tea when it was made right. I'll base my answer on what flavor he was making. "What kind?"

"Sweet."

I'm in. "Cool," I lifted my foot about to walk in—then a thought struck me hard. Before I knew it, I looked around the neighbor to see how many people were outside and who exactly was seeing me go in this stranger's house. This time I made sure to let Mr. Mixon see me before walking back to the front door with the most evil look. "You try any of that Freddie shit; I'm fucking you up from this road to the next."

"Freddie doesn't live at this address, so you're perfectly safe."

Smooth. Real smooth. "Jason either?"

"No."

"The Predator?"

He lifted an eyebrow. "Are you always this paranoid?"

"Hell I'm just making sure." I mumbled finally walking inside. "I know the Chief of Police's son, I'm best friends with the FBI and I'm cool with the President's daughter." I lied to protect myself. So sue me.

"That's quite a coincidence," Sesshomaru said, shutting the door behind. "I had no idea you knew my father's god son."

"Who?"

"Takemaru Satsuna, he's a personal acquaintance of mines."

I frowned confused. "I don't know him."

Sesshomaru half smiled, "I thought you said you knew the Chief's son?"

"I—" Fuck I was busted. I didn't even know the Chief had a son. "Well I saw him a couple of times at the Flea Market."

"Hm," I heard his light chuckle as he left me standing by the door looking embarrassed. Whenever that happens my face gains this flushed reddish look that matches the color of my shirt.

Bump that, I'm not ashamed. Like I said, I was trying to protect myself. This world is just too damn small.

I eased off my shoes out of habit since Ms. Kendora hated having shoes on her carpet and walked into a newly refurbished home.

The many times I arrived in Ms. Dora's house, the walls were painted a deep orange, the curtains were cream and the furniture was this nice shade of maroon. The kitchen was warmly decorated in saffron, flushed auburn and shattered items all the same color of off white to near tan. The setup she used to have here provided a uniquely comfortable home. It felt pleasant I guess whenever I came over here to help out with some things. It reminded me of how cozy it was when I was used to live with my parents.

But now the entire house was re-mastered into something out of those fancy home magazines. The way it was all set up, the different touch sprinkled here and there surprisingly made the house seem bigger. The indented living room had an appeasing suede appeal from both ends. The couch and matching love seat were this dark navy blue. The plush carpet had a dark tan hue like the walls but their paint was a couple of shades darker, closer to light brown. Lamps, a ceiling fan and a fireplace were built into the place too and I wondered when the hell he had time to do all of this stuff without my noticing.

"How do you like my home?" Sesshomaru called from some ahead after catching me admiring everything.

"'S fine." I muttered still looking at everything that sparkled.

I followed him into the kitchen where my nose betrayed me just like my salivating tongue when the smell of sweet tea and mini ham sandwiches, smothered in cooking cheeses and spicy mustard.

"You cook?" I asked.

"Occasionally," Sesshomaru placed the pie on the marble counter. "The mood has to strike me to fix a dish to my liking. And you?"

"The same." I really wasn't trying to make conversation but I had my mind set on getting a sip of that tea.

"Come," My neighbor urged. "A bit of talk would do us some good until the tea settles."

"Right."

We went into another part of the house that was once one of Ms. Dora's bedrooms, now transformed into a nice sized entertainment room, equip with a four seated black couch, assorted lamps on either end and that flat screen TV I think I saw the night Sesshomaru had moved in.

He took a seat first and patted the space beside him. Whatever country or planet he's from must be extra friendly but I don't play into that cuddly shit. I parked my ass on the farthest end where that lamp was in range just in case.

Crossing his legs at the ankle, Sesshomaru braced his elbow on the back of the couch, his torso half turned my way with a stoic expression frozen my way. I copied a similar posture, crossing my legs at the knees and perking my top lip at the corner.

"You said your name was Inuyasha correct?"

"Yeah, what of it?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to be sure I didn't get your name wrong." The fancy faced dog demon used his other hand to ease a flock of hair behind his ear. "It's a very unique name."

"So is Sessmu."

"It's Sesshomaru."

I have to stop sticking my foot in my mouth. "Whatever." I murmured, feeling my cheeks get warm again.

Sesshomaru shrugged moving on to another question. "How long have you lived here?"

I clicked my tongue, thinking. "Um about four or five months."

"Do you live alone?"

"That's none of your business!" I growled irritated.

Sesshomaru held up his hands, "Easy, I was just making conversation."

"Then ask something that doesn't involve getting in my personal business—stupid ass," The last part came out as a slip of the tongue but he'd made me nervous asking me that out of the blue. I didn't know if he was a serial killer or ex-convict or nothing.

"Have I, offended you at all?" My head was turned away because I didn't want to see the expression I heard in his voice. I felt a little guilty being rude like this but this guy aggravated me for some reason and I couldn't figure out why. He just—he just did.

"Inuyasha," And for my fuck's sake I hated how he said my name. It made my stomach go all funny and stuff. The Inu part was fine but right as he pronounced Yasha it was slurred and smoothly poured from his lips like silk. The shit was pissing me off. I just didn't like how he made my stomach do that bubble thing.

As a matter of fact I noticed my gut got this freakish gurgle the last few times I've seen his ass.

"If something was said out of place I do apologize."

I sighed, grunting, "Don't worry about it," as I teased the flap of my baseball cap.

". . . Would you like to ask me something?"

Hell yeah, now that was something I could get into—but then I remembered something my mama told me once about it being better to give then to receive—and I brushed it aside to ask my question anyway, "How in the hell did you move in here so fast?"

Sesshomaru blinked at the odd chosen question, not expecting me to ask that. "I had been looking for somewhere to move near my job. I happened to see Ms. Kendora at the drug store and we started talking about her leaving her home. I bought it from her three weeks prior and started moving my things in bit by bit as she moved hers out."

"Ohhh, that's why she moved so quickly and you could get in here like that," I snapped my fingers.

Sesshomaru nodded. "It was a mutual satisfaction. We both gained something out of the deal, in a respectable way of course. The money so she could buy her grandchildren gifts, and I'm able to be within driving distance of my job."

"Where do you work," I quizzed curiously.

"The Sacred Jewels Medical Center for Woman and Children's Hospital."

Whoa, ok I'm impressed. "How old are you?" He didn't look the age of being a doctor.

Sesshomaru's exterior moved into a stiffer pose. "Getting a bit personal are we? I hardly call that fair."

Oh . . . right. "Sorry." That was my fault. I'm man enough to admit it.

"May I ask you something?"

Ah shit, here goes the even exchange, "Yeah, shoot."

"Did I offend you in the school store?"

I wish I had a Twix. Isn't that what you eat to fix an awkward moment? "Nah, I-I had to go to the bathroom."

Sesshomaru tilted his head, "But there was a public restroom nearby," A smile lightly tugged the corner of his lips. "You could've used one there."

I inched towards the armrest, casually dropping my hand near the base of the lamp. His eyes were getting darker. I didn't see shit funny, so why was he smiling? "Yeah well, I don't like germs."

"A likely excuse Inuyasha."

Damn . . . why did he say my name like that—and when did he start getting so close? I could've sworn he was at the other end? Maybe he was always sitting on the middle cushion; its only one pillow away. "I'm telling the truth."

"Hmm I suppose." Sesshomaru peeled a finger piece of hair between his thumb and index, toying with the satiny treads. "May I ask you one more question?"

This time I saw him move closer and he wasn't stopping this time. Sesshomaru's face was getting closer to mines. There was nowhere to move, no room to ease away. I was trapped. Oh fuck my stomach, "W-what?"

"You were really engrossed in the details from my, less than viewable sections . . . which makes me wonder," Sesshomaru stopped on the cushion next to mines; his face disappeared up to my ear and I heard him whisper his warm breath sizzling through hat, "Did you like what you saw?"

That did it. His voice flooded my chest, deep and oily fluid with so much of something I almost fainted. My pants—oh Christ my pants were getting tight.

Fuck the tea.

My stomach sunk to the tip of my toes and before I realized it I was shooting out of Sesshomaru's front door, running across the street, terrorizing all who saw a large demon sprinting like a white blur and quickly dialing Koga and Miroku's numbers as fast as I could.

As soon as they answered I said the first thing that came to mind when I looked down to see my bulging crotch. "I. Am. Not. Gay!"

TBC: Inuyasha . . . you idiot. How in the world are Koga and Miroku going to respond to hearing that lol? ^_^