the date is here~! to refrain from keeping you lot in suspense, i'll just shut up now and let you read the chap. enjoy!
disclaimer: InuYasha in its entirety is copyright to Takahashi Rumiko; my OCs belong to me.
It surprised her to have arrived at home.
"Why are we…?" She asked in a soft thought-filled tone, looking up at him as he cut the engine and undid his seatbelt.
He saw the innocent confusion in her gray eyes and couldn't help but smirk softly, brushing a strand of hair from her cheekbone absently. "I thought it would be wise to change out of the uniforms." She began to question again before he poked her nose lightly with his left index finger. "Relax; I've got a change of shirt in my bag." He added patiently.
Well aren't you prepared, she thought, blushing and closing her mouth when left with nothing else to question; she nodded and exhaled, undoing her seatbelt and opening the door, stepping out with her bag and blazer in tow to greet the calm fall afternoon.
A tremor threatened to roll down her spine as she noted that noone was home; the cars weren't present in the driveway, and Koga's motorcycle wasn't parked infront of his sedan, both sure enough signs that fate was once again playing with what was left of her nerves.
For the love of fuck, she thought in disgust, pulling her keys out and opening the door before leading the way inside and letting him close the door behind their entrance.
Again, the tremor threatened to roll down her spine at noting the house was vacant of life: it was just her and him.
They were alone.
"You can change in the bathroom," she informed as she dropped her bag onto the couch, walking away to her room as he followed until they parted ways once he reached the hallway bathroom and closed the door behind his entrance.
Her knees almost gave when she closed her door on the hallway were it not for her firm grip on the doorknob; she shut her eyes tight and immediately cursed the fates' wicked plot both mentally and out loud under her breath. "Fuck." She hissed, exhaling steadily to regain her bearings before releasing the knob albeit reluctantly to move further inside the confines of her room, stripping of her vest as she went and unbuttoning the shirt to shed it as well until she stood infront of her dresser in the black uniform skirt and her dark gray bra; she opened the top drawer and began rifling through shirts, finally pulling out a dark red blouse with slightly puffy sleeves that would probably come just short of the crook of her arms.
Shrugging it on over her shoulders, she looked down at where the collar ended and swore under her breath as she noted that it was showing more cleavage than she had intended, though not the point where she was afraid of letting her semi-small breasts pop out at the world…
"Are you ready?" He knocked on the door, making her jump again.
She clenched her teeth and exhaled, finishing with pulling her shirt on and fixing the bottom hem so it looked neat resting atop the black folds of her uniform skirt she had decided to leave on. "Yeah, coming." She replied, trying to sound off-handed, as she pulled out her wallet from the confines of her bag and, after checking that she had enough money for said date she had dreaded, tucking it under her left arm as she went to open her door.
Seeing him outside of the uniformed light was strange… and yet it was also highly appealing.
Having decided to go casual, he had shed the layers of uniform clothes to stand before her wearing blue jeans, sneakers, and a light gray collared shirt open to reveal a dark blue band shirt that had the word 'AKFG' printed in bold yellow letters. He had kept his hair down like earlier, though had rolled the sleeves of the collared shirt up to flash the magenta birthmarks on his forearms that matched the twin streaks on his cheekbones.
Damn it all, he looked better without being in uniform.
If he didn't feel the need to have her bad enough before now, he surely felt it now, especially moreso in his "less-docile" regions.
The shirt she'd changed into didn't show enough cleave to the point where she looked trashy but it showed just enough cleavage to earn his attention and have his gold eyes almost zero in on the unwanted attention to her semi-small breasts; the skirt… damn it all, he would have to have a word with his father in the future regarding that damn skirt, especially since it posed a bigger temptation to him than the cleavage showing; complimenting the skirt, the boots made her legs look long and made him curse the skimpy-length of the uniform skirt.
He cleared his throat forcibly to jerk his mind out of the gutter and he smiled a little at her. "You look good in red." He mused.
She blushed prettily, that same reddish pink hue he liked best, and she looked down, rubbing her neck gingerly. "You look good in blue." She replied.
He smiled again and nodded his head to the front room. "Shall we?"
She nodded slightly and let him lead the way, inwardly sighing.
Don't let me fuck this up, she silently prayed.
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Being out with him in public, where their fellow schoolmates weren't always looking down their noses at how out of place she was while walking with him was different, she had to bite.
He seemed impervious of the girls that gave him coveting stares and some even batted an eyelash at his handsome and lanky form, but the only girl he seemed to have eyes for was her.
She too ignored the girls' stares –most of them disgusted and the remainder just plain pissed—as she walked at his side, both of them pausing short of the crosswalk's 'DON'T WALK' sign that flashed.
The noises around them of the bustling Shinjuku sect sort of hurt his ears but he ignored the slight twinge of pain, instead glancing at the countdown on the crosswalk's electric screen.
She was doing well with ignoring the death glares and stony eyes from his "admirers", at least faring better than any of the girls he could've chosen from in their school; he mentally added 'tough' to the list of adjectives for his unofficial-girlfriend.
They passed by a little shop that had bright pink coloring each wall beyond the large window; one gray-eyed glance and she saw there were several couples inside the confines of the overtly-girly café, showing off the picturesque view of how a couple should properly hang out.
She growled under her breath and shuddered, folding her arms across her chest as her brow furrowed in disgust.
He glanced at her disgusted expression and glanced at the shop she had sent a death glare at, shuddering a little out of reflex and hooking his thumbs in the front pockets of his jeans. "That looks inviting." He offered if only to tease her.
She set him with a scowl, blush coloring her cheeks pink. "Piss off, rich boy." She grated. There is no way in hell I'm going in there, not even if my life depended on it, she inwardly vowed, the scowl deepening.
He chuckled quietly and smirked cheekily. "No need to bite my head off, princess." He replied.
Getsu huffed and folded her arms tighter. "So, was there any place you had in mind?" She wondered.
Sesshomaru looked around before spotting a couple of junior high boys walking out of a store carrying a bag of manga in each hand; he smiled inwardly. Perfect. "Come on," he took her hand and led her forward; she slightly yelped a protest before letting him drag her away.
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Her jaw almost dropped to the floor.
Before her was at least thousands of manga neatly packed into blue shelves, another landing resting over the ground floor and showing that there was yet thousands more of manga packed like the ones on the ground floor; so much manga… She felt as if she'd died and gone to heaven.
"S-Sesshomaru, how did you…?" She breathed, looking at her companion and seeing he had a strangely gentle light in his gold stare, that same gentle light making a smile form on his lips; she blushed slightly.
"Well, you did want to become an illustrator when you finish school, right?" She nodded mutely, looking at the literal wall-to-wall manga presented for her once more. "What better way to get experience at illustrating than to read manga?" He shrugged.
Getsu's eyes watered, surprising him, until big fat tears welled in the corners of her eyes and she looked like she was on the verge of crying.
"What's wrong? Did I do something…?" Sesshomaru began to question concernedly before she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly; he blinked in the same surprise and stiffened in her arms, looking at the tousled locks of her hair. "Getsu…" He murmured.
"You… This is the best thing anyone has ever done for me. I don't know what… Thank you, Sesshomaru! This is the greatest date I've ever been on." She declared into his collar, making his gold eyes widen in further surprise.
His widened eyes calmed in understanding and he folded his arms around her waist, hugging back. "I'm glad you like it." He replied softly.
She didn't care that they were a public object of attention, hugging his neck reflexively. "Of course I do; I love it." She declared in the same tone.
Sesshomaru smiled again and squeezed her small waist gently. "Anything for you, sweet." He mused, reluctantly setting her down on the floor and smiling down at her blushing face. "So, where do we start?" He wondered.
Getsu smiled brightly and turned to take his hand and lead him away to the 'shonen' section.
He should've brought his car.
She had wanted to take almost an entire shelf's worth of tankobon, but it was at both his insistence and the limit on her budget originally meant for paying her half of the date, that she was allowed to take ten copies of a certain manga she had recently gotten into and loved to death.
Seeing her in her element – artistically analyzing the details in certain volumes, reading the plot to see if it was worth her time and money, explaining the plots of her favorite series in an elaborate synopsis to him, picking and choosing which volume she needed for her own library at home – was entertaining.
There was one instance where she found the next volume of a certain series she'd enjoyed since the age of thirteen; this was the first time he'd seen her look her age.
Most of the time he was used to seeing her calm, collected, intelligent –quite literally the female counterpart of his own mask he showed to the world—when at school, being the picture of a calm older sister; but this was the first time he'd seen her actually look like a seventeen-year-old girl, from her brightened gray eyes that shined like stars to the giddy bounce in her step.
She was cute when she was excited, and that expression on her pretty face was something he wanted to keep forever ingrained into his mind for as long as he lived; there was no way in hell he would ever let some cheap bastard take her away from him, now.
In order to "preserve" her newly purchased tankobon, he had suggested they return to her house where he could drop them off without leaving her paranoid about the books getting damaged; she was all too happy to oblige.
And so that's where they were, back at her house.
He dropped the volumes down onto the armchair near the couch in the front room with a relieved exhale, the strain in his arm muscles evaporating, as he straightened from dropping the books off and ran a hand through his silver hair. He vaguely wondered just what in hell he had gotten himself into.
"Thanks again for helping me with the books." She declared, smiling at him when he turned to see her having retreated from putting her wallet away in her room back to him in the front room.
"Don't mention it, but the next time you feel the urge to go ballistic, remind me to take the car." He replied with a smirk, tousling her hair.
Getsu blushed slightly and smirked back before shooing his hand off, skirting past him to go to the kitchen. "Don't go complaining now, you'll ruin your good looks." She teased over her shoulder, putting a little sway in her hips to tease him further, before she left his sight to look about the large kitchen. Huh, I guess Mama is working late, she thought, tapping her chin as her stomach growled; she pouted slightly and moved to look through the refrigerator.
Sesshomaru watched her leave his sight with an inward growl of slight annoyance that she had been unfazed by his remark, huffing under his breath and taking a glance around as he noted the silence of the otherwise-vacant house that seemed to sink in. The more lewd part of his brain immediately went to the prospect that he was alone with her, in a private place where the outside world couldn't see openly, with the girl he had unofficially claimed as his girlfriend.
He grumbled under his breath as he vainly prayed the perverted thoughts would leave his mind, the hand in his hair falling down the front of his face in exasperation aimed towards said thoughts.
For the love of…
"Looks like there's not much to cook with; do you want Chinese?" She poked her head into the front room, almost making him jump; she didn't miss the fact that she spooked him, smirking and covering her mouth daintily to hide a snicker.
Sesshomaru's cheeks tainted a slight hue of pink at her laugh aimed at his expense, sending her a scowl as he crossed his arms. "So long as you aren't going to laugh at that, then yeah." He replied.
Getsu rolled her eyes and smirked again. ""Kay, come look at the menu to see what you want, ice king." She teased, retreating inside the kitchen.
He made a face and followed, taking the menu from her hands when she finished skimming through it to look for a plate for herself; their fingers brushed against each other's.
She blushed slightly, seeing him stiffen slightly, his gold eyes glancing down at her and holding her gray stare.
Sesshomaru cleared his throat and took the menu, skimming through it without another word.
Getsu looked away and grabbed the phone, dialing the number.
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She flipped through the pages of the latest issue of the exorcist manga she had begun only a few weeks ago, smiling a little at the humor scenes in some of the panels.
He deadpanned; honestly… He exhaled and took the book from infront of her, surprising her before she tried to take it back from his hand, holding it aloft.
"Give it back!" She barked, scowling at his calm and impassive gold stare.
He smirked inwardly at seeing that she was cute when she was mad, closing the book and putting it next to him. "Nope. You're supposed to be on a date with me, remember?" He cocked a brow inquisitively, seeing her blink.
Blush stained her cheeks pink; she huffed and dropped her hand, scowling at her plate she had eaten the entrée off of, pushing the chair back to get up and put her plate in the sink. "You're in my house so what's the point?" She demanded over her shoulder, stomping over to the sink to wash her plate.
He rolled his eyes and caught the slight sway in her curved hips; the perverted thoughts resurfacing to the forefront of his mind. He mentally cursed and exhaled audibly, straightening to help her with the dishes as she started the faucet. "The point is that you shouldn't ignore your boyfriend when it's clear that we're both alone." He explained patiently.
She cringed at that word and gritted her teeth, scrubbing angrily at the stains on her plate. "We're not together, you know that. And stop saying that word." She rebutted.
He handed her a clean towel to dry the dish with, leaning against the dry part of the sink and hooking his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans. "'Boyfriend'? It's only right that one of us say it; I'm your boyfriend just as much as you're my girl…" He began.
"Shut up will you?" She sent a small wave of bubbly water at him out of annoyance, spraying him in the face and down the front of his shirt.
Sesshomaru spat out the water, the locks of silver he'd left down dripping wet onto his shoulders, parts of his gray shirt damp as the front part of his shirt was soaked to the skin.
Getsu looked at him as her annoyance subsided and gave way to a snort before she started laughing.
"This isn't funny!" He barked indignantly, wringing out his hair and scowling furtively at her grinning face.
She chortled and kept the grin on her lips. "The hell it isn't!" She giggled.
A bout of water splashed her in the face, making her yelp and back away until she was soaked from the top of her head to the bottom of her bust, her tousled hair framing her face with wet ebony locks.
Sesshomaru grinned and laughed at her face as she resembled a wet cat moreso than her usual self.
"S-Sesshomaru, you jerk!" Getsu exclaimed, the towel she'd used to dry the dishes being tossed at his face so it slapped him wetly between the eyes before sliding down and making her laugh again.
He scowled down at her, now also looking like a wet cat, only making her laugh harder; he watched her laugh and exhaled in reluctant defeat, smiling softly at the mirth in her pretty face and in her eyes.
She slowly stopped laughing, perking up as he tucked locks of ebony away from her face; she blushed, looking up at his gold eyes confusedly with innocent gray eyes.
Sesshomaru cupped her right cheek gently, his gold eyes melted, as he leaned in closer to her blushing face.
Getsu wanted to shirk away from him and run to her room, but something inside her held her to that spot, showing her what to do with his advancing gestures; she lifted her hands to gingerly bunch in the damp fabric of his collared shirt, the blush deepening on her cheeks as he hesitated to plant his lips onto hers and kiss her. "S-Sesshomaru," she murmured.
"I won't let anyone hurt you." He promised in the same tone, feeling her hands tighten in the fabric of his shirt as he pressed his lips to hers firmly, promising with his kiss that he would protect her and make sure she would stay at his side.
She gripped his shirt in her hands and returned the gesture, kissing him in the same firm way and gingerly letting her tongue dart past his lips to touch his own tongue lightly, curious.
He smiled to himself at her curiosity, his own hands moving with one hand holding onto the wet sink edge and the other cradling the back of her head, guiding her into a deeper kiss.
Getsu trembled slightly, forcing his hand at her head to bunch its fingers in her tousled hair, her hands leaving his shirt to hook her arms gingerly on the back of his neck as he nibbled on her lower lip tentatively.
Sesshomaru smiled again and leaned onto her just a little, trying to be gentle for her, as he curled his fingers in her hair and released her tingling lips to breathe, seeing her gasp softly in both relief and anguish that he had broken the kiss; her gray eyes looked like melted silver, hazy and seeming to be expecting more. "That wasn't too forward, was it? Getsu," he released her hair to stroke her cheek again, gold eyes searching her gray for an answer.
"N-no, it wasn't." She whispered, looking away before lifting her gaze up to meet his; she leaned up to kiss him again, a bit harder than before, lightly curling her fingers in his silver hair.
Good girl, he thought, pulling her closer to once again deepen the kiss and let his arms drop to hook around her small waist, leaning onto her more than before.
She groaned softly and bunched her fingers in his hair, arching her back when he dug his fingers into her upper back and grumbled in appreciation.
Her soft moan of anguish hummed in his ears when he released her lips to kiss a trail down her neck, the moan being replaced with little mewling noises coming from the back of her throat as he nibbled on certain parts of her bared neck, his arms around her waist squeezing tighter until there was hardly any space left between them.
"S-Sesshomaru," she rasped softly, feeling like her body was heating up like a furnace, blush as dark red as her shirt staining her cheeks when he continued to bite and kiss her neck teasingly.
That lewd part of his mind resurfaced and sent his more-sane conscious reeling for a spin as he grinded against her.
She squeaked when she felt something on his lower person distinctly rubbing against her lower region, digging her nails into his hair and tilting her head back. "Sesshomaru," she moaned.
God don't stop saying my name, he inwardly begged, her moaned beckon making him grind harder to let her know just how much he appreciated being so close to her.
Oh for the love of… She ran her nails through his hair and shut her eyes tightly.
"Getsuei, are you here?" A voice called as the front door closed; both teenagers' eyes snapped open before meeting each other's gaze as they blushed furiously and then scrambled away just in time as the sound of the hallway bathroom door closing alerted them to the fact that they were no longer alone.
"Yeah, in here Mama!" She stammered, her voice breathy and low, making a shiver race down his spine.
"Oh there you are," the older Daiyokai woman smiled as she poked her head into the kitchen, seeing both teenagers present, her daughter leaning against the sink counter and her daughter's boyfriend busy drying one of the dishes with the clean towel. "Sesshomaru, this is a surprise. Have you been here long?" She asked, perking his ears.
He cleared his throat and offered a small smile. "Sort of, but Getsu and I were working on our homework so time wasn't much of an issue." Especially while spent inside a manga store, he inwardly added.
Since when do we have homework? She wondered with a quick glance at him, taking the dried dish and putting it away in the cabinet. "We already ate dinner, so that's not a problem now, Mama." She offered with a flash of a smile.
The older female briefly glanced between the teenagers, inwardly noting that something had passed between them before her arrival but she decided against asking them outright, instead putting on another smile. "Well alright, since you insist. Sorry I wasn't home sooner; Mrs. Akitoki kept me working on a project later than expected." She said to her eldest child.
Getsu shrugged. "It was no trouble, really. Um, Sesshomaru, it's getting late." She added to him, glancing at the clock on the wall.
Sesshomaru nodded and smirked gently at her, looking at her mother and flashing a smile. "She's right, it's best I go now before my father worries." He declared, stepping away from her side to head out the door.
"I'll see him off," she declared as she followed after him outside.
Once the door closed he pulled her into another kiss, only this one was gentler than the previous two had been; she blushed and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing back and hating that he had to leave so soon.
He smiled against her lips and pulled off reluctantly to bump foreheads, exhaling softly. "Considering you've never had a boyfriend before, your kissing is pretty good." He praised quietly, hugging her waist.
She blushed again and chuckled, kissing him lightly. "Well you were a good teacher. See you tomorrow?" She replied, brushing strands of hair from his face as he pulled away reluctantly once more.
Sesshomaru smirked and nodded. "Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed."
"Bright-tailed and bushy-eyed." Getsu corrected with a giggle.
He shook his head softly and chuckled, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on her forehead and feeling her shiver before he finally pulled away to go to his car with his bag slung over one shoulder. "Sleep tight, princess." He wished.
"G'night, ice king," she replied with a smile, seeing him wave absently before he tossed his bag into the backseat of his car, climbing into the driver's side and closing the door; the car's engine purred to life once more before he took off down the street.
She watched him leave and sighed, retreating inside.
Considering it was only their first date, things had gone well.
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