not much to put atm so just enjoy the chap.
disclaimer: InuYasha in its entirety belongs to Takahashi Rumiko; my OCs belong to me.
This was not happening to him.
Her first class was 'College Calculus'… the same class period and at the same time he had it.
God, why him? Why him of all people…?
"So this is College Calculus…" she muttered.
Math was easy to her; even if it once wasn't her strong point in junior high, it was one giant she had conquered back in her freshman year of high school and was one thing she was proud of accomplishing in her scholastic life.
But why did she have to share the same math class with Sesshomaru? He was arrogant and a total jerk… Was fate playing a cruel joke with her or did she get jinxed by someone in the past?
Either way, math was a giant she had slain long ago, but Sesshomaru posed another giant she would have to slay (figuratively) in the future.
The general population of students filling up half of the classroom perked up at once like a clan of meerkats at the sight of the ebony-haired girl walking behind their esteemed sempai Taisho Sesshomaru.
The teacher, a fair skinned man with slicked back cobalt hair tied in a ponytail and snide blue eyes looked at the newcomer in the skirt and required blazer of their academy, quirking a thin brow at the sight. "What's this; Sessh-kun, you have a friend." He mused in a teasing voice.
Both teenagers eyed each other before huffing in chorus.
"He's not my friend." The girl answered stiffly, shirking past her guide to hand the teacher her schedule to let him survey it and check her name off the roster on his desk. "Daiyokai Getsuei." She informed in the same stiff tone.
"Daiyokai, hm? Well it's a…" His blue eyes stole a glance at the scuffed black combat boots on her feet before looking at the schedule she'd given him again; he flashed a faked light smile. "It's a pleasure to have you with us. Welcome to Shikon Academy. Why don't you introduce yourself to the class?" He really didn't give a rat's ass about his students' social lives or their personal interests in ideas and people, so this was moreso just out of spite.
Getsu thought to level him with a low curse at being required to do such a ridiculous thing before she bit her tongue and exhaled, nodding. "Right." She took her schedule back and stuffed it into the side pocket of her bag before turning to address the class at large, inhaling.
"Hey, Sessh-kun, who's that girl? She looks like a skank." An olive skinned boy with shoulder-length brown hair and brown eyes by the name of Suikotsu that sat to his right nudged the older boy.
Sesshomaru ignored him, keeping his gold stare on the girl.
"My name's Daiyokai Getsuei, but I prefer 'Getsu'." Not that any of you jerks would think to call me that, she thought. "Nice to meet you." She declared with a slight bow, straightening to take a seat at the back of the first row, a seat she was glad to find had a view of the world outside the classroom.
As apathetic as she appears, he mused, stealing a glance over his shoulder at her bored expression as she pulled out a blue notebook and black pencil from her bag before placing the bag beneath her desk chair.
Her gray eyes lifted and caught his gold stare; she curled her lip and scowled, looking away as he mentally scoffed and also looked away.
This girl certainly was going to be a handful...
"Ugh, why is she wearing those boots? Aren't they for men?" One of the girls wondered, a snide sound in her voice, as she was talking with her friend next to her.
"Yeah, they are! She must think she's so cool, first showing up with Sesshomaru-sempai and then wearing those boots that make her look like a badass… She's just another grungy skank." Her friend snickered.
Getsu ignored their comments, scribbling down notes as their teacher began to lecture. Stupid sluts, she thought.
Sesshomaru followed suit and started taking notes as well, sparing the girl one final glance before keeping his mind on the day's lecture.
Lunch hour couldn't have come at a faster time.
She lounged against a handy pillar, legs stretched out, the contents of her bento box halfway gone, as she doodled a pair of serious-looking eyes on the back of her map.
She hadn't lied to the dean when she confirmed that she wanted to one day be a renowned illustrator once her education was done with; ever since she was eleven her art skills were brilliant, even deemed beautiful by some of her former art teachers, giving her the drive to want to make something out of her talent she had honed and nurtured for the past six years.
Her hand had a mind of its own because by the time she was done doodling she was looking at an illustrated portrait of Sesshomaru; she blushed and yanked the map over to the front page, lifting the pencil to tuck it behind her right ear and keep herself from trying to finish the doodle-turned-portrait.
"You're not good at making friends, are you?" A voice wondered, almost making her start, before she looked up to meet a pair of big gold eyes.
She calmed and then shrugged, noting he carried a can of soda. "I tend to have the habit of being a loner." She replied as he shuffled to sit down next to her in the shade. "Thanks for ditching me earlier, by the way; I was stuck with the ice king." She added wryly.
The younger Taisho brother laughed sheepishly. "Yeah, he wasn't too happy about my bailing on him either." He offered, throwing her an apologetic smile.
Getsu sighed and waved it off, looking down at her map again as he sipped from the can. "It's alright; he's actually not too bad of a tour guide. Should make a career of it." She joked.
InuYasha snorted and then chuckled. "Nah, he'd probably kill the tourists before the tour was over; Sesshomaru's patience isn't too good." He mused.
She smirked and crossed off the classrooms she'd been to on the list she'd scrawled on side of the map. "You look more like your father than he does; personality-wise, anyway." She mused as she doodled a diamond design through the squared off section of her college calculus class.
He blinked in surprise at the random compliment before he smiled slightly. "Sorry if my brother's an ass."
"I'm used to it." She paused in finishing the doodle to look at him. "Where is he anyway? Sucking the blood out of some poor innocent village girl?" She wondered.
"Sesshomaru should be at the library, I think; never one for crowds." InuYasha offered thoughtfully.
Getsu nodded and closed her bento box. "Just wondering." He's like me, she mused with a hint of revulsion. If InuYasha is more like their father, then is Sesshomaru more like his mother? She wondered, her mind trailing off to that one photo Inu Taisho had on his desk of a younger version of said ice king standing next to a woman that had looked like a female version of how he looked now, save that his hair was silver rather than white like hers. They can't possibly be from the same mother…
"Whoa, your art is really good." He declared in amazement, jerking her from her thoughts.
She blinked and looked at him to see he was looking at the design she'd doodled onto the map before turning the page over when the sunlight showed hints of the portrait she'd drawn; her cheeks flared pink when his gold eyes found the portrait she'd tried to hide.
"Damn, Getsu! This is really good; it's the spitting image of him…" InuYasha praised, marveling at the illustrated portrait of his older brother's serious gold eyes staring up at him in that blank-faced façade he was famous for.
Getsu took the paper back when he handed it to her, stowing it in the pocket of her blazer she'd shed for the afternoon and rolled the sleeves up on her button-up shirt. "Thanks. I want to be a renowned illustrator once I'm done with my education. That's part of the reason I transferred here, I heard the art department gets some good scouting propositions if you're a junior or senior." She replied with a sheepish smile, rubbing her neck.
"So your dad's work had you transfer over here, I guess." He mused, both of them perking up as the bell rang to signal that lunch was over.
She nodded and shrugged her bag onto her shoulder before hopping to her feet, folding her blazer and holding it to her chest absently. "Yeah, his company is over in Ikebukuro so we found a place near Shinjuku. The neighborhood isn't too bad, but it beats our old one in Nagasaki; it was too quiet there." She replied as he walked with her inside the building.
Even though they had barely met less than ten hours ago, she felt more at ease with the younger of the two Taisho brothers; he was a good-spirited kid and talking to him made her realize that she'd made a friend (which was something she hadn't expected to do on her first day at Shikon Academy).
"Sounds cool. What class do you have next?" He asked calmly, his longer legs forcing her to keep up.
She took a glance at the map in her pocket and smiled a little. "Art History. I've been dying to get to that class," she laughed sheepishly at her confession, rubbing her neck again.
InuYasha smiled slightly, blinking at the name as it registered in his head. Sesshomaru takes Art History too, at this time period… Well fuck, let's just hope they don't try and maim each other, he thought.
Getsu pulled his cheek. "Hey, what's with the face? You zoned out on me." She wondered innocently.
He shooed her hand away on reflex and rubbed his cheek gingerly. "Ow, that hurt… It's nothin'; I've got AP Algebra so I'd better bail. See you." He said, flashing a kind smile before turning to stride off towards his class.
She smiled after him before walking down the corridor, opening the door and stepping inside the half-way filled room, her eyes scanning for the teacher's desk before finding it at the head of the class.
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Well that's weird, the teacher isn't here yet, she mused at seeing the desk vacant of a body, looking at the rest of the room and finding a vacant seat at the middle near the window; she smiled and walked over to stake her claim, placing her bag on the floor beneath the chair after pulling out the same notebook and pencil she'd been using for the day and also pulling out a black moleskin sketchbook from the bag.
Her eyes looked down at the word 'Daiyokai' scrawled across the top of the front cover in thick nihongo, dragging the fingers of her left hand over the white characters absently.
From what her father had told her since she was little, their last name bluntly meant 'great demon'; he also mentioned something about their family being from some great demon clan over seven hundred years ago, but she hardly believed it. Stories were passed by word of mouth back then so it wouldn't surprise her in the slightest if someone slipped up and threw in the words 'demon clan' to make up for forgetting the tiniest detail about their family's history.
What if I really was a demon? She wondered, thinking back to the various manga she'd read in the past involving demons and the netherworld and the whole struggle of good and evil…
"You must be new around here." A drawling male voice sounded near her, jerking her from her thoughts; she looked up from tracing the characters she'd written to meet a pair of ruby eyes standing out amidst a pale face with long brown hair pulled into a loose ponytail.
She really didn't like this guy.
"And if I am?" She wondered stoically, her gray eyes showing no emotion as she stared up at the boy's ruby stare.
The brunette chuckled. "I couldn't help but wonder that because you're so beautiful and different compared to the other girls around here." He said in the same cocky drawl that made her skin crawl instinctively.
She kept a calm face but inside she was recoiling from being so near an arrogant little prick like this guy. "Nice try, but I'm not interested." She said dismissively, looking over at the teacher's desk to see it still remained vacant, inwardly cursing at the lack of an adult in the room… especially when she really needed someone to pry this guy's drooling face away from her before she punched his nose in.
"Feisty little Goth girl aren't you? What's your name, sweet?" He smirked, his hands he'd placed on her desktop supporting his weight as he leaned in a bit closer to the newcomer; she was putting up the tough act now but give him a week and he'd break her and have her fawning over him like the rest of the female population at the school… possibly even have her in his lap.
"None of your fucking business, pretty boy." She sneered; she bristled out of defense as her fingers gripped the sides of her sketchbook she contemplated hitting him with.
He chuckled again. "Temperamental too. I like that in a girl…" He purred.
"Onigumo, what're you doing?" A familiar low voice wondered behind the leering boy, making both parties look up alertly; her gray eyes widened slightly at the owner of the voice, the last person she was expecting to see in a class she once believed she would enjoy… Talk about shot down from the sky.
Sesshomaru stood behind his lecherous fellow junior, arms folded across his chest with his pale gray shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows to flash the birthmark magenta streaks on his lower forearms; his gold eyes were on the ruby stare of Onigumo Naraku.
Naraku smiled smoothly at his fellow junior and good acquaintance, straightening to stand and come to the same height the lanky Taisho stood at. "Sessh-kun, I had forgotten you were attending this class too. What a surprise." He chuckled.
Getsu's lip curled in a silent death glare she bore into the back of his skull, inwardly relieved that someone like Sesshomaru had stopped things before they could even begin.
The older Taisho boy nodded his head curtly at the girl behind his acquaintance (that he begrudgingly knew because their fathers were friends from college). "Leave her. Asano-sensei assigned me to help her with catching up, and you're interrupting." He advised with all the coldness of an iceberg in his low voice, the intensity of his gold orbs even eliciting a reluctant shiver from the red-eyed boy.
He nodded and looked back at the girl to see her gray eyes were steely and looked like silver blades; he chuckled again and slipped his hands in the pockets of his pants. "Whatever you say, Sessh-kun. Do have fun with her: I know you relish a good challenge." He added quietly as he passed by, his shoulder clipping lightly with that of his fellow sempai before he skulked away to his desk.
Both teenagers gave a sigh of relief when he'd gone.
Her gray eyes were on him again as he sat down to her left. "You weren't serious about the teacher assigning you to help, were you?" She wondered, glancing at the magenta streaks on the sides of his wrists, fighting the urge to trace a finger down the upper one on his right wrist.
He smirked slightly and pulled his notebook and pen out before dropping his bag onto the floor and pushing it beneath his chair. "You're not the only one who can bluff." He mused.
She blinked before smiling a little, twirling the pencil between her left hand's index, middle and fore finger absently as she looked away. "Thanks for that." She replied quietly.
He quirked a dark brow before letting the smirk on his lips switch to a small smile at hearing gratitude coming from the girl he had immediately thought would be a handful, nodding. "Don't mention it; he always does that to girls he thinks he can get his hands on." The muscles in his jaw tensed at the mere thought that a slimy tool like Onigumo Naraku could ever get his hands on Daiyokai Getsu.
Of course he didn't know why he suddenly got that reaction: she was nothing to him, just an acquaintance, that's all… But if his father had approved of her transcripts and the fact that she was as smart as a whip, she might become more than just an acquaintance… Possibly his future fiancé if his father wanted to go old school.
"So I noticed. You came in at the right time, at least before I drop-kicked him in the balls." Getsu muttered with a slight growl, perking his ears and jerking him from his thoughts.
Sesshomaru blinked before the smile broadened infinitesimally at the mental image. "I'd pay to see that." He murmured, his amendment not gone amiss.
She giggled, smirking at him.
Maybe he wasn't so bad after all… Maybe he really was a good guy.
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He didn't leave her when the bell rang for class to end and the day was over.
She could look after herself well enough, that much he figured, but against someone like Naraku… Not a wise choice to leave her alone.
Besides, it was like there was something inside him that was telling him to stay with her. He doubted it was his hormones –she was beautiful, yes, but he had dated girls in the past based on just the physical needs alone—so he didn't think it was that… No, it had to be something else, something deeper inside his heart.
Damn it all that he didn't know what it was!
"Don't you have a limo to catch?" Her calm sarcastic question jerked him from his thoughts.
He blinked before smirking slightly at her sarcasm, meeting her gray eyes. "I'm capable of driving myself, thank you." He quipped, shrugging his bag's strap over his shoulder.
She rolled her eyes and smirked back. "I just figured you rode in a limo because your father's the dean here…" She mumbled.
"If you want a lift, it's easier to just ask." Sesshomaru mused.
Getsu rubbed her arm gingerly, blushing. "No, I'm alright, really. My place isn't but a few blocks away from here…"
"In Shinjuku." He finished calmly, seeing her quirk a brow. "InuYasha mentioned it." He added.
She grimaced at being caught red-handed, exhaling and pinching the bridge of her nose. "On one condition."
God please don't say she's going to ask for anything … promiscuous, he thought with an inward grumble. "Shoot."
"My sister and I usually walk home, so would it be okay if we both got a lift?" Getsu asked quietly.
Sesshomaru quieted in silent relief before nodding. "Deal."
She smiled and nodded her head in thanks, pulling her phone out of her pocket and finding her sister had text her; she blinked and opened the message.
'Already going home w/ Koga; offered lift on motrcycl. C u home! – Kori :3' the text read.
Why that little… She text back, 'K c u there, careful. – Getsu xD' before slipping her phone back into the pocket of her vest. "Never mind, she already got a lift. Um, shall we?" She looked at his gold eyes.
He nodded, smiling slightly and leading the way out of the classroom.
A fifteen minute ride with the source of his earlier headache seemed to make her all the more interesting.
fifteen minutes in a confined space with a girl he can't help but be attracted to.. what's a poor Taisho boy to do? lol until next chap, later!