Author's Rant: So sorry for the late update. I've been working overtime at work, but now I'm finally able to put this chapter out there. I enjoy giving anyone a good laugh, so I'm happy this story can provide that for you guys. Please excuse the mistakes.I'm mildly conflicted with this chapter, but eh. Enjoy!


Sweet Integrity


Sesshomaru didn't know what to feel worse for: being discovered by Inuyasha and being called the scum of the earth or coming home to find the disapproving scowl of his older brother. He figures it's better to deal with the current problem and simply get his lecture over it without argument. Not that he had the energy to deal with a verbal battle that he would no doubt lose since Shishinki wouldn't let him get a word in edgewise.

Not only is Shishinki still dressed in his chemical engineer overalls, indicating he'd just got off work, but he had to come home to a phone call about Sesshomaru misbehaving in school like he doesn't have any house training. Punishment was nothing. Sesshomaru's been grounded, his chores tripled and his privileges revoked for six months straight for getting a speeding ticket.

No problem.

But being forcefully relieved of his love of basketball is what has his stomach sinking like an anchor with a hundred pounds of dread attached.

Sesshomaru dumps his book bag on the living room couch, avoiding Shishinki's eye at all costs as he aimed for the kitchen. Sesshomaru will never figure out how his older brother's been able to keep the intensity of his heated glares since losing one of his eyes in a freak accident five years back. One would assume with one eye that there would be less ferocity, but he manages just fine.

Sesshomaru tugged on his belt bucket and feigned listening in on his brother's conversation with the principal while fishing around the refrigerator for a bottle of water. He wouldn't be able to hold down something carbonated until after he learned his sentence. When finding one, he automatically goes to the dinner table to anticipate what's to come. He hated moments like this; that terrifying period of time where you wait for your parents to arrive home to access the damage of your crime and determine of bad of a whooping you deserved. Luckily he was too old for belts or switches, but that didn't mean Shishinki wouldn't knuckle down on him something fierce. Those were far and few in between, and only when Sesshomaru dared to buck up to his brother.

That hadn't happened since Sesshomaru was thirteen and thought that since he was getting beyond the six foot range that he could overpower his brother who maintained his five foot ten height. Shishinki had no problem revealing how stupid of a move that was. He throttled Sesshomaru like he owned him, their parents and cousins money. Since then, Sesshomaru knew better than to try starting a fist fight.

He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it over the back of a chair, leaving on his wife beater and low hanging jeans. His hands rolled the unopened water bottle, pointed ears twitching at every word spoken over the phone.

Sesshomaru's always been good at not rolling his eyes, so he didn't whenever Shishinki intentionally repeated what Ms. Yuri said loud enough for Sesshomaru to hear. He took a long, dry sigh and looked to the left inside the kitchen and decided to figure out what might be on the dinner menu this evening. Something quick and easy from the looks of the ingredients lined up.

The plastic's pulled back off the Tyson's chicken wings. There's a box of Zatarain's dirty rice, about six cans of green beans and a three cans of honey butter biscuits. At least he could get started on their dinner. Maybe it'll ease up some of the tension building.

Sesshomaru pushes away from the table and heads into the kitchen to continue where his brother left off. He opens the cans and dumps the contents in a sauce pot with butter and sliced bits of pork bacon and seasoning. His brother already has a pot of grease warming up over the stove, so Sesshomaru turns up the heat and gathers the flour, salt, pepper, and Cajun seasoning. By the time he has a pile of everything mixed in a Wal-Mart bag to shake the chicken in, he hears the admonish click of the house phone hitting the cradle.

He swallows thickly, but keeps working with his head bowed. Shishinki comes into the kitchen a couple of minutes later with his uniform pushed down to his waist and work boots removed. He stands in the archway, arms folded, lone eye a menacing shade of violet. Sesshomaru felt ten sizes smaller than his six foot three height. He couldn't take the staring any longer and mournfully look at his older brother with as much remorse as he could muster.

Shishinki walks in. "Go park your ass," he says and jerks his thumb over his shoulder.

Sesshomaru wordlessly stops flouring the chicken and walks by. He pauses by his brother and braces himself for the coming blow. It comes swift, but not as hard as he expects. The swat on the back of his head is a mild reprimand and Sesshomaru continues go to the table before taking his place and the end facing the kitchen, folding his arms over the surface.

For the next twenty minutes, there's silence between the brothers, broken only by the sounds of Shishinki moving throughout the kitchen finishing dinner. When the biscuits are buttered and tossed in the oven that's when Shishinki decides the silence treatment's been delivered long enough.

He takes a seat on the other side of the table, tilts his chair back and folds his arms, waiting.

Sesshomaru looks away, awkwardly braiding his fingers together. "I know, I messed up."

"Damn right you did," Shishinki snaps. "Jesus child, what the hell possessed you and that dumbass friend of yours to go skipping classes?"

"I dunno. We did it on a whim."

"On a whim? So, you just felt like getting in trouble today and getting me stressed out on a whim? You got me missing work for a teacher's confidence, on a whim? You trying to have your basketball privileges revoked, on a whim?"

"No," Sesshomaru grumbles.

"No what, jackass?"

"No sir. . ."

Shishinki's frown deepens. "How did you convince Inuyasha to get in trouble with you? I thought you liked the kid? That's a strange way to proclaim your love."

"I didn't. He and Bankotsu were already hiding in the closet when me and Koga snuck in. I dunno why they weren't in class . . . it's not like 'im to do that," Sesshomaru's voice tampers off in a thoughtful tone.

The words make Shishinki blink slowly at his younger brother. "Then why would he?"

"No idea . . . not that I'll ever have a chance of finding out anyway . . . he's pissed at me, big time."

"Ha!" Shishinki laughs shortly and snorts. "That isn't new news."

"No, this time's different. . . I really messed up." And Sesshomaru for the life of him still can solve the million dollar question to how Inuyasha found out about his crush on him.

Shaking his head, Shishinki shoves away from the table to return to cooking. "You know, I can't fathom how you managed to fuck up a perfectly good plan. I said give the kid gifts, then break it on him slowly so he gets used to the idea, but what do you? Go on, I'm listening."

The story's told from start to finish. Sesshomaru doesn't a spare a single detail. His brother's too observant for that to have worked anyway. Besides the occasional hum and head nod, Shishinki doesn't interrupt the story and when Sesshomaru's done, he's sick all over again.

Sesshomaru sighs heavily and lowers his head on the tabletop. "I fucked up big time," he grumbles.

"Yeah, you did, but you don't get to say 'fucked up' until you're grown."

"I'm eighteen."

"So? I'm twenty-eight. You're still the dumbass little brother. Here, eat your dinner." A plate of fried chicken, steaming dirty rice, seasoned string beans and four biscuits are placed in front of Sesshomaru. "You're washing the dishes too. Consider that just the first of your long ass laundry list of shit to do as your punishment for retract. I want the grass cut once a week, both my cars washed every Friday, the clothes washed every day, the dishes too. You're in charge of dinner every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday. Vacuum the house and clean out both bathrooms every Tuesday. I already took your PlayStation and Wii, so that leaves your cell phone. You can leave that on my dresser when you take your shower. If any of your friends want to get in contact with you, you better tell their asses to learn how to do smoke signals and Morse code because you're banned from the house phone too. School, practice, home. No detours."

Sesshomaru quietly moves his food around with his fork. "For how long?"

"Six months."

"Jesus," Sesshomaru props his hand against his forehead. That'll place him on punishment until graduation. No Spring Break, no Spring Dance, no weekend house parties. Damn.

"Also—"

"Damn, there's more?"

Shishinki reaches across the table to pop Sesshomaru on the back of the head. "What'd did I say, brat? Language. This is going to be the last time I tell you!"

"OK, OK. Fine. What else?"

"You're going to write a letter of apology to Inuyasha's mama for getting her son in trouble. Nope, nope, nope, shut up. I don't care what you say. I know in some way, his troubles were directly caused by you. It had better sound sincere with impeccable grammar, punctuation, and no typos. I'm going to proof read it too."

"So, how do you expect me to get it to her if I'm confined to the house?" Sesshomaru forked a helping of string beans into his mouth before adding, "I know you don't want me bummin' a ride from Koga."

Shishinki narrows his eyes. "Borrow my truck, but you better be back by nine."

Sesshomaru chews slower and tilts his head. "Why so late?"

"Because I know you. I'm giving you an opportunity to make up with this kid. But something tells me it's going to end up a tad better than expected."

"Meanin' what?"

Shishinki reaches inside his pocket, pulls out a gold magnum condom and slides it next to Sesshomaru's plate.

"I would say practice some restraint, but that's like asking a bird not to fly."

Sesshomaru's face glows red. "What's that for?!"

Shishinki raises an eyebrow at him, then lowers his bit of chicken. "Do I need to explain how sticky things can get between two dudes?"

"God no!" Sesshomaru claps both his hands over his ears, horrified. "We are not havin' this conversation. I've already been punished enough!"

The grin spreading over Shishinki's face is positively evil. "Like you don't want to hear how I fucked Suikotsu on this table last week."

Sesshomaru grabs his plate and water, goes to his room and slams the door. It still doesn't drown out his brother's wicked cackle or Shishinki shouting that he still has to wash the dishes.


November 10, 2015

I had a better dream then the one last night. A whole lot better. This one fulfills one of my silliest fantasies with Inuyasha. It's simple. We're walking home. He says the day's too pretty to waste going home. So we keep walking. Whatever he wants, I'm happy to oblige. I can't figure out our connection in this dream though. We're laughing, talking—about what, I don't know. The most important thing for me is that his smile's directed at me. For me. Only me. There'll come a day when it does come true, but for now, I'm content watching from afar. I'll make him mine someday.

November 22, 2015

Koga convinced me to hang around after school with everybody. I wasn't feeling the idea at first. Too much drama for my tastes. All they ever do is talk about the latest bullshit going down at school. My mind's elsewhere, wondering what a certain hanyou's up to. I haven't see him. No one has. It took all day to learn he'd caught the flu. I haven't felt right since. A part of me wanted to go see him, make sure his condition hadn't worsen. I'd love to see the surprise on his face when he sees me come over. But reality is what it is. It's easier to be an asshole to him then a genuine boyfriend.

I'm too much of a fucking coward to confess my love.

December 2, 2015

The idea hit me last night on a whim. Well, more like my brother brought up the idea, but the rest is all me. I can't confess my feelings for Inuyasha, but why not a secret admirer? He didn't need to know it was me just yet. Shishinki brought up the idea of using gifts. Maybe after Christmas I can save up my cash and work on buying him some things. I know his favorite color, food and movies. But that shit seems pretty common. Flowers are boring. Candy's a no-go since he's allergic to chocolate. Fuck it. I'll figure out something.

January 21, 2016

I haven't stopped grinning since I saw Inuyasha find the Fossil Watch and my love letter. I've never seen him smile like that before. So soft, sweet, like a angel. My stomach's all fluttery. I can't erase his expression from my mind. It's like I'm in love all over again.

January 22, 2016

I had the sexiest dream ever last night. It went beyond every fantasy I could ever think of and then some. There's a big house, it's dim on the inside with candles are lit all over the place. Some real romantic stuff. Then I see Inuyasha coming down the hall, eyes dazzling like molten gold, wearing nothing but my game jersey and a sexy smile. Myself, I'm naked already and my Johnson's standing at the ready. I wrap him in my arms, mold him to my body and just hold him. He smells so good. Feels good. Tastes good. Everything about him is perfect. My hands run over his chest, cup his ass beneath the cover of my jersey and squeeze. His hands are touching all over me, feeling all over my chest, pinching my nipples, kissing my jaw. Everything goes slow. I never want to rush sex with him. Every moment's worth treasuring.

I take him to the couch, lay him down and have my way with him all night. I lick every single inch of his body, take my time, make him squirm and beg me to stop teasing. It's my biggest kink. I want him tittering on the edge of passion and frustration. Then I take him in my mouth and suck him, let him fuck my mouth raw—

Inuyasha snaps the journal shut. He sits upright Indian style on his bed and hugs the book to his chest, nervously checking around his room for anyone, even though no one's around. He can't help feeling slightly paranoid after reading something so raunchy. And it doesn't help he's pitching a small tent in his oversized sweatpants, looking every bit like a masturbating preteen. It's the fourth time since he's come home that he got himself worked up over an entry from Sesshomaru's journal. He has no idea what to do about being hard just from words.

It's so weird and hard to believe. Sesshomaru. The Sesshomaru having wet dreams and fantasies about him. Sesshomaru being afraid to confess his love for him. Sesshomaru the biggest asshole of the century likes Inuyasha.

Inuyasha shakes his head and stands to think, pacing back and forth in his room. OK, he's going to have to start somewhere with his thoughts. Earlier, he sort of had a confrontation with Sesshomaru's crush on him. After reading so many of the heartfelt passages, Inuyasha felt like a total jerk. He should have handled it better than he had. Neither of them had even returned to Mr. Totosai's classroom to finish out after school retract. Not that the old man had noticed. He'd fallen asleep from what Bankotsu had said.

Principal Yuri hadn't wasted time calling Inuyasha's Mama about what happened. By the time he arrived home, boy did she let him have it. He feels lucky though. He's still alive. All he suffered was a slap to his head and his ass, revoked car privileges, a jacked up curfew, he had to relinquish all of his electronics and she put a parental block on anything rated PG-13 or higher. If it wasn't Dora the Explorer or Gumby, the TV had no business being on.

He'd have to deal with this for four months and he's totally fine with that. Reading Sesshomaru's journal took up most of his evening and what a satisfying read it was. Inuyasha will never, ever get rid of the graphic images in his head of Sesshomaru licking him like a lollipop.

OK, that aside before his hard-on weighs him down, what can he do about this?

Over a decade of bitterness can't be erased at once. Sesshomaru's affections are overwhelmingly creepy. Inuyasha's too accustom to the way things are between them now. Shifting from one routine to a major change like them being boyfriends would take a huge leap out of Inuyasha's comfort zone. Their history embodied a somewhat mutual hatred. At least that's what Inuyasha thought it'd been all this time. Now here he discovers it's not like that at all.

Inuyasha sinks down heavily on his bed and looks down at his hands before using them to push his banes off his face. He couldn't sit still. He needed to get out of his room. So, Inuyasha heads downstairs to the kitchen for something to drink. His Mama's on night shift at the hospital this rotation so he's alone for the night.

Seeing the leftovers from last night's dinner, he grabs the bowl and a can of Sprite and kicks the door closed. After putting his food in the microwave, Inuyasha's rummaging through the refrigerator for something else to add to his meal when the doorbell rings.

Frowning, he unpeels his banana while mentally thumbing off who it could be coming by his house at six in the evening. Definitely not Bankotsu since he's on lockdown for eternity. His Mama has a key and his Dad always calls before making a house call. The most likely culprit would be FedEx leaving some new equipment for his mama to get familiar with. He's had to sign off on those before.

Inuyasha holds the banana in his mouth and wipes his palms over the sides of his pants before pulling back the curtain on the front door to see who's on his stoop.

He freezes and damn near chokes.

What the fuck is he doing here? What in the actual fuck?

The doorbell rings again. Inuyasha panics, looking from side to side. Sesshomaru is at his house. Jesus Christ, what sort of divine evil is this? But wait, he could ignore him. With their only car out of the driveway, Sesshomaru will probably think there's no one home. Inuyasha's fully prepared to use that plan.

Then the microwave blares like a motherfucking siren from the kitchen and that plan's dashed down the drain. Inuyasha glares heatedly at the boxy device before conceding. He straightens his back, puts on his best scowl and turns the locks before opening the door.

Inuyasha catches Sesshomaru bent over trying to peek through the curtains.

Sesshomaru straightens up at once, but didn't bother having the decency to look guilty. He was, on the other hand, wearing a nervous face that served as a good enough apology as any for Inuyasha. "Hey, uh, is, um your mama here . . .?" Sesshomaru looks away, a faint line of pink flushing his cheeks. "You wanna finish that first?"

Inuyasha didn't understand at first. He had every intention of saying a smart remark, but realized his lips were wrapped around his banana, and well, well shit. He bit down and swallowed. "Sorry, nah, she's gone."

Sesshomaru keeps his eyes averted. "She comin' back anytime soon?"

"Not until morning. Why?"

Sesshomaru faces him and speaks to him this time instead of the ground. "I wanted to give her this." He holds up a tri-folded piece of paper. "A letter of apology about what happened today."

"A what?"

"Can I come in?"

Inuyasha looks skeptical.

"I won't stay long."

Inuyasha narrows his eyes, but steps aside. Sesshomaru drifts by leaving a whiff of body wash in his wake for Inuyasha to get a healthy sniff of. Wonderful. Just what he needed, getting hype off this dude's cologne.

Sesshomaru walked into the living room and circled in place, admiring the décor. Inuyasha gave him a moment to appreciate the view, while in a way, he took in Sesshomaru. It felt strange having his bully complacent before him and inside his home of all places. The awkwardness begins to feel unsettling.

Inuyasha sighs. He wants to get whatever this is over with before his stomach bottoms out. He gestures for them to take seats. Sesshomaru occupies the middle of the couch and Inuyasha takes the loveseat vertically from him.

"So," Sesshomaru sniffs, rubs under his nose and then begins to unfold the paper, "My uh, brother asked me ta' write this. I owe it to her after gettin' you in trouble."

Inuyasha folded his arms and stared at the far wall. "I already told you she isn't here."

"Oh. . ." More of the tedious silence sets in.

Inuyasha squirms, thinks, and figures he may as well be the one to start. "Listen Sesshomaru," he fixes his gold eyes on the older demon and jolts at the intensity of his look. Like all that mattered in the world right then and there was Inuyasha speaking. Why hadn't the hanyou ever noticed that before?

"Yeah?"

"About, um, what happened?" Freaking A, Inuyasha doesn't do apologies. He runs a tired hand through his hair, trying to figure out the best way to say this. "I'm not gonna apologize for what I said about you bein' a coward. You are. And a hypocrite. But," he lets out a shaky breath and keeps going, "I will apologize for how I handled it. I was wrong for that, screaming at you." Inuyasha didn't half believe Sesshomaru would take the apology seriously.

But it seems they're destined to continue surprising one another.

"S' mah fault for provoking you into it. You ain't lyin'. I am those things and more. I don't have any business sayin' otherwise."

Inuyasha snorted and ducked his head to carefully hide his small smile. Well then. "How come you never told me how you felt?"

Sesshomaru stared at Inuyasha for a very, very long time, shaking his head back and forth. An array of emotions flashed across those deep hazel eyes, but apprehension more than anything else. He shakes his hand again, remembers the letter in his hand, and tosses it next to him before clasping his hands together between his gapped knees.

"Would it have mattered? I could've said it yesterday, tomorrow, last year?" Sesshomaru chuckles bitterly. "It wouldn't have made a difference, Inuyasha. You can't erase over ten years of me ruining your life."

'No, no you can't,' Inuyasha inwardly agreed. "I wouldn't have believed you."

"Exactly. It would've been a waste of time confessing anything . . . for now anyway." Here, Sesshomaru does the absolute most astounding thing. He blushes, the color so clear and evident on his pale skin, Inuyasha thinks it looks painted on. "I had every intention of sayin' it someday."

"Sayin' what?"

"How I feel about you. . . How—how much I, uh," Sesshomaru noticeably gulps, raking a hand through his silky hair. "Damn, I wasn't expectin' my stomach to hurt this much," he whispers and timidly lifts his eyes to Inuyasha.

The hanyou finally figured out where that sudden heat in his cheeks was coming from. He probably had a blush brighter than Sesshomaru's on his face. He hadn't expected this talk to have his heart pounding at Mach Five. He straightens up on the loveseat and repositions himself to sit India-style.

"Why would you, ya know, like me anyway?" Inuyasha needed an explanation. A real one. Something more than saying he looks good. He's heard enough of that since he hit puberty. "I'm not your type."

Sesshomaru tilts his head, visibly dragging his eyes over Inuyasha's frame. He smirks softly and chortles. "What's not to like?" He scoots towards the edge of the couch and reaches over to clap a hand over Inuyasha's knee. "There isn't a word worthy enough to describe how . . . perfect you are."

Inuyasha's blush intensifies.

"I could say it's your smile, the thing that brightens up my soul whenever I'm blessed to see it. Or the confidence you possess, how you never back down from any challenge, even when it's me. Then there's your intelligence. Smart as a whip, sharp as a tack."

By now Inuyasha was positive his face would melt off. He smacks Sesshomaru's hand off his knee and curls up into himself, pulling up his knees to his chest and burying his face in his arms. No one's ever said things so sweet to him before. To hear them actually coming from the lips of someone he secretly admired and outright despised, set a discommoding throb in his chest.

"God, I wanna hate you so much right now," Inuyasha's muffled voice snaps. "You—you jerk."

Sesshomaru gives a lopsided smile and stands, coming to sit on next to the hanyou. Inuyasha stiffens, but otherwise doesn't move when Sesshomaru's arm encircles his shoulders and pulls him into a one-side hug. The hanyou willingly goes until he's pressed against Sesshomaru's side. It doesn't go further. Inuyasha is grateful the gesture's platonic. He doesn't think he could handle much more.

"How long have you liked me?"

Sesshomaru lifts an eyebrow. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were fishin' for compliments."

"Shut up," Inuyasha says with no heat. He shoulders Sesshomaru playfully and gets the same in return. "I wanna know for my own reasons. 'Sides, I don't need you to boost my ego. I get enough of that from—" Inuyasha clamps his mouth shut when he feels a negative pulse in Sesshomaru's aura and quickly adjusts his answer, "—my grandparents and cousins whenever we hang out."

Sesshomaru grumbles under his breathe, then says aloud. "I wanna say when you first came to high school, but I learned last year it was longer." He laughs softly and side glances Inuyasha. "Probably since Pre-K."

"We were pups. The heck did you know about likin' anything back thing."

"Nothing beyond knowin' I didn't like seeing you playing with anyone else. It pissed me off. I think that's how the fuckin'-with-you came into play. I didn't take out my frustrations out on them. I did it on you because you let it happen."

Inuyasha blinks. "You have some jealousy issues."

"Yeah. . ."

A thought slams Inuyasha with the force of a meteor when he remembers something from a couple of days ago. "When Koga was—"

"Yep," Sesshomaru immediately confirms. "That dick knew what he was doin', touchin' what's mine."

"Don't stake a claim on me like you already know that's how it is," Inuyasha flatly states, and glares. "It doesn't exactly work like that."

Silence, then. "Want me to leave?" Sesshomaru asks, unsure.

Inuyasha looks at him out of the corner of his eye and scowls. "You know I don't want you to, but you need to. I gotta think. Can't do that with you so damn close."

"I respect that." Sesshomaru rises up, stretching his long limbs. "Walk me to the door."

Inuyasha stands as well. "Why, did you forget the way?"

Sesshomaru shoots him a look. Inuyasha gives him one right back. The older demon shakes his head as he's escorted to the front door where he precedes to pause and turns around with renewed wonder in his gaze. Inuyasha steps back a little when he sees it and shifts from foot to foot.

"We'll talk later. When I'm off death row."

"How long you got?"

"Four months."

"I got six." Sesshomaru rubs behind his neck and suddenly asks, "Can I kiss you?"

Inuyasha's stomach finally drops. "W-what?"

"Not on the mouth. I haven't earned that yet."

Inuyasha works his mouth open and close, before nodding his consent. He swallows as Sesshomaru leans down and closes his eyes, tight. The sight's so precious, Sesshomaru can't help chuckling. His lips touch Inuyasha's right cheek, right where the hanyou's dimple winks. He draws away, the happiest he's ever been in his entire life.

Inuyasha opens his eyes. His cheek tingled like a sleeping foot. His first kiss . . . and it was incredible. With Sesshomaru of all people. . . Wow. He clears his throat, nods his farewell to the older demon and grabs the doorknob.

But then Sesshomaru just has to go and lay a gentle, sweet kiss to Inuyasha's brow, and adds an impossible kind of feeling inside the hanyou's belly. And he closes his eyes in a slow, satisfied contented way that must've lured Sesshomaru nearer.

Because the languid feel of his lips upon Inuyasha's was startling. His heart hammered wildly. His gasp provided Sesshomaru the opening he needed to slip in his tongue. It didn't overstay its welcome. The taste came with a delicate flick and sweep, a gradual in and out.

Sesshomaru groped over Inuyasha's shoulders, his hips and chest before he drew away. "Damn baby boy. . ."

"Whoa," the hanyou gasped and licked his lips like the taste of heat still lingered. "I should slap the shit outta you for that."

Sesshomaru gave a brisk nod and reeled Inuyasha back in for a quicker kiss with a hand to the back of his neck. "I'll be fine with that," Sesshomaru mutters against the hanyou's mouth and brushes his lips against his again. "I swear it'll be well worth the pain."

Inuyasha squirmed from him, and at least when he got a good look at Sesshomaru he noticed the kiss's affects were mutual. The hanyou clears his throat and finally opens the door. Sesshomaru takes the hint and steps out.

Inuyasha doesn't wait to see if the demon makes it to his car. The door's closed and he leans against it feeling ever so fluttery. He wipes both his hands over his face and breaks into a fit of giggles. Actual fucking giggles and it's all he can do not to shuffle his knees.

What a day. . .

What a super fantastic day...He has so much to think about.


TBC: Next chapter will be the last. My apologies for the late update.