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Chapter 3: Annoyed… YES!
Beomi
Ok, so I can't really shred it, but I want to. UGH! She is so annoying. First she bugs me, then she kicks my car, and THEN I give her a ride, for which she insists on questioning my motives… If I did know them, which I don't, I still wouldn't tell her, but that is beside the point… The point is that she is ANNOYING! I am never helping her again. I never even want to SEE her again because if I do, then she will probably force me to talk to her! DAMN IT! I have her stupid bag. Now she'll probably blame me for her not finishing her homework! UGH! Women, or at least Kagome… just thinking about them causes pain… WAIT! Why am I, Sesshoumaru, thinking about a HUMAN, a human GIRL! This must stop! This isn't happening; I am sick. Yep, sick…sicker than sick… I am dying… fine; I'm mentally messed up. Sesshoumaru thought as he resigned himself to his fate of mentally messed up.
BEEP, BEEP!
Huh? An email? I wonder what crap she has to say now. Sesshoumaru thinks as he opens the new email.
Lrdfthwst:
I resent that stripper comment. I also think that you are ANYTHING but, calm-collected-and in control. You are more angry at life, people in general and yourself. But, I still don't want you to unload your problems on me. I guess though, that if you plan on rectifying your current personality deficiencies then I will have to hear them. I am truly sacrificing myself for the better good.
The girl who thinks that you need an attitude adjustment,
Chickeepoo92
What is she thinking? I am definitely calm and collected and in control. I am not in need of an attitude adjustment; she is in need of a perception adjustment.
Open mail.
Cheekygirl:
You know nothing about me, and that is the way it will stay. You are like every other idiot in this school who prizes loud and obnoxious over thoughtful and contained. Just because I am confidant does not mean that I am angry at life. If you didn't judge people so quickly, then maybe you would understand that. But, you will never learn because you are a worthless, ignorant, annoying girl. There is no hope for your kind.
The only REAL person,
Lrdfthwst
Send Mail.
She calls me arrogant! She should look in the mirror. I am not angry. Well, I am, but not at everyone, just Dad and of course, Inuyasha. But who in their right mind isn't angry with those two at least 90 of the time? Dad is a self-serving jerk who cares nothing for family or honor. No, the only thing he cares about is obtaining his pleasure, like that slut. As if she could ever replace my mother! My mother is dead; I DON'T want a new one, especially HER! Her filth is contaminating the Taisho's good name! We are the laughing stock of the youkai community, and all because my father can't keep his bloody hands to himself! Sesshoumaru snarls as his thoughts take a turn for the worst. His thinking and snarling, lead him to walk up the winding staircase to his bedroom so that he could continue both activities in peace.
His room consists of a few smaller rooms. He enters his enormous haven that he had specifically designed to cater to his every whim. The walls are different shades of dark and royal blues. In one of the rooms is his bed. It is a huge king size bed that has dark curtains hanging around it to block out the sunlight and prying eyes. He hates being watched as he sleeps that was something his mother used to do before she died. After she died, the dark curtains were put up, and they have been there ever since.
In one of the joining rooms is a study. It has a huge window that is in the shape of a graceful, leaping dog with its mane flying in the wind. The dog seems so content with the world and itself. Near the window is a bookshelf crammed with books about everything from mythology to economics. He has the Using the Internet for Dummies and all 6 Harry Potter books in British English. Next to the wall near the window is his desk strewn with papers and a computer. He has a flat screen computer with a matching black printer. The room is the messiest Sesshoumaru owns, though even then it is cleaner than any that Inuyasha inhabits.
Another room is joined with his bedroom by a sliding door is the lounge. The lounge is a lighter blue in color. It has a big flat screen TV in the corner with a lazy boy and a comfy, fairly unused couch with a small refrigerator next to it filled to the brim with water bottles and Dr. Pepper. There is a PS2 and Game Cube by the TV with a multitude of games next to it. Most of the games appear to be untouched. Though there is one that shows obvious wear, his absolute favorite game, Final Fantasy XIII. Lying next to that title are Final Fantasies VII and X. The final room connects to his lounge.
It is his bathroom fully equipped with a modern toilet and a Jacuzzi bath big enough for 6 people to sit comfortably and a nice and big shower with the essential toiletries like Dove soap (that's how he gets that silky, smooth, beautiful skin he is walking around in) and Paul Mitchell mint shampoo. Next to the shower is a sink with a razor and Bath& Bodyworks aftershave, mountain scent, as well as the designer deodorant.
Seshoumaru is lying in peace in his curtained bed thinking about his responsibilities and ever present duties that bind him. He is virtually ruling the Western Lands, even though his dad still owns them in name, all the work falls to his heir, Sesshoumaru. This burden falls on strong, but angry shoulders.
How can I make up for such grievous sins? Especially sins that my father FLAUNTS every chance he gets! Prancing around with that whore! He shows her off at parties as if she is a gift, a PRIZE! Does he not see the smirks? The disgusted looks blatantly cast on him? I see, I see it all, and yet, no matter what I do, no matter how I act, it is NEVER enough to make up for HIS actions! How can I restore the family name when he is CONSTANTLY dragging it through the sewage! I run the lands with an iron fist. I am the most feared demon. Every demon cowers in my presence, yet, yet still I don't have the RESPECT!
RING! "Sesshoumaru-sama, Inutaisho-sama requests your presence for dinner. He requests that you meet him in the informal dining room immediately." The headmistress of the household Kaede asks over the intercom system. Kaede is the head of the household management staff that employs 20 maids who do everything from the laundry to cleaning up after the men.
After hearing this announcement, Sesshoumaru walked back down the stairs to the informal dining room. He walked towards the small four person round glass table and sat down next to his father. His stepmother sat on the other side of his father; the only person not present was Inuyasha, but he normally was late. He likes to make a dramatic entrance.
Sesshoumaru is nearly the spitting image of his father, which in his mind is both a blessing and a curse. He is graced with handsome features, but he can never escape the connection between the two of them.
"Sesshoumaru, so good of you to join us. How was your day?" asked Inutaisho.
"The usual," Sesshoumaru replied not wishing to prolong the conversation.
"Where is your brother?" asked his stepmother.
"I am not his keeper." Sesshoumaru answered calmly, though his eyes were flashing with a tint of red.
"Sesshoumaru! You will not disrespect your mother!"
"You're right, the only one who does is you." With that response, Sesshoumaru abruptly left the table.
Isn't it enough that she LIVES with us? Do I have to be subjected to her questions too! I am not even hungry any more. I fact just thinking about her makes me want to puke!
Sesshoumaru's mind was whirling with angry thoughts mainly directed at his so called parents. While he was thinking, he was walking to his room. After doing his homework and playing a little Final Fantasy, he stopped just as he got to the part where Squall goes into the dream sequence on the train, he got his current book, The Redemption of Althalus, by David Eddings and read. He read for an hour or so until he finally was able to fall asleep.
The next morning he woke up as usual at 6 am to take his shower and get ready for school. After he picked out a pair of Abercrombie & Fitch light, check-out-my-ass jeans and a black label t-shirt. (I know, quite a contradiction of style, but wouldn't Sesshy just look MARVELOUS in some A&F jeans? drooling). He styled his hair a little differently because as a prank right before the summer ended. Sesshoumaru looks in the full sized mirror hanging on the wall and growls. He touches his hair and is pulled back into remembering that fateful day. The one and only time Inuyasha ever got the best of him.
FLASHBACK
It was late August and it was really hot outside. Sesshoumaru was lounging by the pool in his sleek surfboarder swim trunks when Miroku, Inuyasha's best friend, came running at him.
"Get away from me! Don't you even DARE…" SMACK! Miroku, in the middle of his outburst at Inuyasha, ran smack into Sesshoumaru. They tumbled to the concrete in a mess or hair and feet.
"Sessss…shou…maru…" with a glare directed at him from Sesshoumaru, Miroku gulped… "Sama… I didn't see you there. Ah," Now at a loss for words he just lay there, on top of Sesshoumaru in fear.
"Get off me, you perverted monk. I am not a girl."
"Could have fooled me…" he mumbled and then sped off as Sesshoumaru clipped him in the back of the head with his fist. With Sesshoumaru's attention diverted, Inuyasha went in for the kill.
Snip, snip, snip… Sesshoumaru's hair fell to the ground like leaves in autumn. When Sesshoumaru felt his hair fall off his back, his eyes widen and turned red. He turned, and his hands starting to glow green with a large mist swirling around his fingers. His miasma was just itching to burn something. He dashed and in a blink was on the smirking Inuyasha. That smirk turned to a look of fear as his face exploded with Sesshoumaru's fist leaving a mess in its wake. Inuyasha scrambled up and fled in fear. He ran away like a dog with its tail between its legs. After this attack, Inuyasha ended up in the hospital, but that is irrelevant. The real problem was what to do with the mess he left of Sesshoumaru's hair.
Sesshoumaru went to his regular salon. His hairdresser, Marice, nearly died when he saw his client's hair.
"Oh DEAR MOTHER IN HEAVEN! What happened to your HAIR!"
"It doesn't matter. Can you fix it?"
"Hmm… if I just fix it up, no one will believe you actually got it cut. You would never cut your hair…"
Sesshoumaru could hear the implied but. "So, what are you thinking?"
"If we went in an entirely new direction, made this look like you just wanted a style change, then no one would think much of it." Marice said barely containing his excitement. In all his years of having Sesshoumaru as a client, never had the young man let him do anything more than trim his hair. He had been dying to delve into it and go crazy in a fashionable way, of course.
"Just don't go too crazy." Sesshoumaru said as he unleashed Marice on his poor hair.
"Thank you, you won't be sorry!"
"I'd better not be," was all Sesshoumaru would say in response as he put his fate in the hands of Marice.
After two hours of sculpting and dying, the job was finally finished.
"You can look now." Sesshoumaru opened his eyes and looked into the mirror. What he saw shocked him. His hair is now a jet black with a few lighter strands, giving it a highlighted look. His bangs were left long, and they framed his face. The top of his hair was kind of shaggy falling around his eyes and ears with grace. The back was longish curling a little around his neck. All in all it created an amazing effect.
"I can live with it." Sesshoumaru said and he paid Marice a tidy sum.
END FLASHBACK
Shaking his head to rid himself of the memory, he fixed his hair to give it the shaggy almost wet look and walked downstairs.
He walked through the kitchen grabbing an apple as he continued his way to the garage.
"Sesshoumaru!" He heard his father call out to him, but he just proceeded to his viper.
In the kitchen Inutaisho was standing next to the counter with a phone in one hand. "Oh. Well, he'll find out at school."
At school Sesshoumaru parked his viper in a parking spot and grabbed his bag and the bag the girl left in his car the previous day and started walking.
Hmm… That's weird I haven't seen Inuyasha since last night when I left him here.
Sesshoumaru then noticed a crowd of students standing near the science wing of the school.
I wonder what they are looking at? Probably just some idiot telling a dirty joke in fact I bet its Miroku again.
He just walked past the commotion never noticing what it was the students were really looking at.
As he approached his locker a ton of teachers came out of the nearby teacher's lounge looking grim. They were talking in hushed voices, but one suddenly shouted out. "This is GREAT! Just what the theater department needs to boost the interest level!" the loud outburst came from Mrs. Voss, who is the school theater direct and part time theater teacher.
Now Sesshoumaru's interest was piqued. What could possibly boost the interest in THEATER! I don't even know anyone who takes that class. The only way anyone would take her class would be if there were absolutely no other options, and even then they'd try for independent study. Mrs. Voss is crazy and her choices of productions… Sesshoumaru holds in a cringe. I am so glad I am not in that class.
Sesshoumaru grabbed his books for chemistry and walked into homeroom. He was a little early today, but that didn't bother him. He sat there looking out the window that his desk sat next to.
Ten minutes passed and the rest of the class started walking in. After the final student walked in, the bell rang and the announcements came on.
"Good morning. I am sorry to inform you that late last night our school was vandalized. Oddly only the chemistry labs were attacked. We do not know who vandalized our school, but we are looking into it. If anyone knows anything about these events, we urge you to report to the office immediately following homeroom. As a consequence of this action the chemistry lab classes are being put in open rooms, unfortunately during first period there are no open rooms, so any student in first hour chemistry will now be reporting to the theater for class. The theater elective will still fulfill your chemistry requirement to graduate, as this is an unfortunate event. Have a nice day."
YOU"RE KIDDING ME! THEATER! NO, WAY! NO WAY! I can't BELIEVE THIS! The only person who could be behind this is Inuyasha. The little HALF- BREED!
Sesshoumaru's mind goes into imagination mode as he pictures a devious black-cloaked Inuyasha running around with spray paint and the Tetsusaiga just hacking and spraying with a gleeful grin on his face. Prancing from room to room whacking his sword and chopping in that coarse unrefined way that he does. Inuyasha is skipping and chirping as he thinks of Sesshoumaru's reaction to his destruction.
I'm going to KILL HIM!
Sesshoumaru found his way to the theater and scowled at the sight. There, by the stage sitting in the front row right in the middle was Jason. Next to Jason was a pretty girl with blonde hair, cut kind of short. She had braces; he could tell because she had this big grin on her face. She was wearing this cute bohemian outfit that suited her perfectly.
"Sesshy! Over here man! I saved you a spot!"
I can't believe I am going to sit with this dolt. But I know he will keep making a ruckus unless I go over there. Resigned, Ssshoumaru walked over and sat down in the open seat next to Jason.
"I can't believe you are in this class too! I was so happy when I heard that our class was going to get some new students!"
"Your class?" Sesshoumaru inquired incredulously, though it didn't show in his voice.
"Well, It's not really a class since it was just ChaCha and me. Oh! You haven't met ChaCha! ChaCha," Jason gestured to the girl sitting on his left, "meet Sesshoumaru, my best friend."
"What did I say about the best friend thing?" Jason just looked at him clueless. "Never mind." Sesshoumaru said.
"Hi, nice to meet you! My real name is Chandra, but you can call me ChaCha. I'm so excited! Now we have enough people to put on a production!"
Before Sesshoumaru could tell her that having a production was anything BUT exciting, Mrs. Voss cut in.
"Welcome my new prodigies! I am very happy to see you all!"
Some boy in the back muttered, "I bet you are." But he said it loud enough to be heard by most of the class who then erupted in snickers.
Unfazed by the rude remark and snickering, Mrs. Voss proceeded, "I have put much thought into this and I have decided that our goal is to put on a play! I have decided that we will do A Feudal Fairytale!
WHEW! That was a long chapter! Sorry it took so long! I have been busy.
Later, Beomi