Aika stumbled down the school steps, toward the awaiting Inuyasha and Kagome. Her strappy red high heels making it a challenge to walk in a straight line. Inuyasha lifted a single brow at her choice of outfit, but didn't say a word. Kagome, who was hanging off his arm, merely smiled in encouragement. She now wore black leather pants, that were low enough in the back that she didn't have to cut a hole for her tail. The pants acentuated her long legs, making her look slimmer and taller. On top, she wore a green halter shirt with loosy ruffles in the front. Just enough to make her look appealing without making her look flashy. The heels would have been a nice touch, making her seem taller than she was and more gracefull, if she knew how to walk in them. Unfortunately she didn't.
Kagome was draped on Inuyasha's arm, a smile across her unpainted lips. Aika was suprised at how beautiful the miko could look without make-up. Kagome wasn't even dressed up. She was merely wearing grey sweatpants and a purple t-shirt with the words "foxy" across the front in sparkles. Nothing impressive. But still, her face radiated a happiness that Aika was sure she could never mimic. Large doe eyes stared up at Inuyasha in complete adoration. Her cheeks blushed with a faint pink that complimented her creamy skin perfectly. She truly was beautiful, inside and out. Frowning slightly at how easily Kagome was beautiful, Aika felt jealousy rise inside her. Trying to ignore the anger stirring within, she turned to the car Inuyasha had called ahead for.
Aika Eri slowly wobbled her way up the steps of the Tashio mansion, thanks to much help from the hand railings. She had wanted to meet Sesshomaru by herself, so she had convinced Kagome and Inuyasha to go in ahead of her. After sufficiate time lasped, she bound up her courage and began her journey toward the door. As she finally reached the gigantic double doors, she paused. Taking a moment to collect her courage for her first meeting with 'THE' Sesshomaru Tashio. Breathing in deeply, she pressed her clawed finger to the doorbell. A bright smile was painted upon her face with purple lipstick, as she trembled with aprehension and excitement.
One of the huge doors slowly began opening imediately. It was almost eerie how the door slowly opened, because there didn't seem to be anyone there that had opened it. A suddne wind that seemed to burst forth from the house, fluttered her long red hair in the breeze. Closing her eyes from the sudden assualt, Aika did her best to rearange herself. When she slowly opened her emerald eyes once more, a silver haired god stood in the door way. He looked extremely alike to Sesshomaru. Same long silk laced with silver hair that reached down passed his hips. Thick chest, and handsome features. Same golden eyes that caught her own and refused to let go. There was only one difference. Aika had only seen Sesshomaru once before, but she knew this twin wasn't Sesshomaru. His kind, warm smile was his dead give away.
His smile was gorgeous and full of warmth. There was a danger there, partly hidden behind those welcoming eyes. It was beautiful and terrorfying in the same breath. Aika could feel her oxygen being dragged from her lungs. As if the male in front of her had forcibly taken it from her. She could imagine him doing just that, with that soft and reassuring smile still upon his pale thin lips. He truly was as gorgeous, if not more than, Sesshomaru.
Trying to remember if Sesshomaru had a twin, a ditzy smile worked its way upon her purple lips. "Uhm, are you Sesshomaru's brother?" she asked at last. Her voice oddly soft and innocent for her loud and wicked nature. The welcoming smile brightened into one of dazzaling quality as he stared down at her with an odd warmth. The warmth she realized, seemed oddly close to fixation, or adoration. But that couldn't be right, she hadn't met the man before in her entire life. "No" he chuckled softly, seeming to get slightly closer to her without even moving an inch. Aika felt an odd jitter of excitement roll through her at the rumbling sound of his voice. It was a weird feeling, but it was as if his voice rolled right through her bones and muscles. Blushing a bright red, that nearly matched her hair, her emerald eyes dropped to his bare feet, which looked oddly delicate.
Feeling a clawed finger crawl under her chin, she felt him push her chin up. If she resisted his claw would go right through the bottom of her mouth. Feeling a strange submissiveness over-take her, she didn't bother to resist, as she turned her eyes back to his. Her blush darkened, to an almost dried-blood color as she stared up into his eyes. It seemed to her, as if he was looking deep within her soul, and storing information inside his head for later. "I am know as Inu-no-Tashio" he murmured softly, his lips barely moving. She felt the odd urge to reach upon her tip-toes and press her lips against his. She didn't think she would mind if this male in front of her was her first kiss, although she had been saving that for Sesshomaru. "You may call me Toga" he rumbled softly, in the blink of an eye, he was leaning down, whispering into her wolf ears "only those that are special to me, are allowed to call me Toga, my pet". Before she could even register the words he had spoke, he was already backed off and leaning against the open door. "What can I do to... sorry, for you?" he asked, chuckling at his obviously intentional mistake. Unsure how to respond, she pulled her chin from his clawed finger.
"Uh, is Inuyasha home?" she asked at last, not daring to look once again into his golden honey eyes. A light seemed to switch on in her mind, as she suddenly realized the most obvious answer. This had to be Sesshomaru's and Inuyasha's father, Lord Tashio. This was the man that she had spoken to over the phone, the one that had invited her to his mansion. The one she had blabbered her secret crush too, on accident of course. The shocking part was, that this man was gorgeous. She couldn't believe that any man, daiyokai or human, could look that good after living over 7000 years old. She could tell where Sesshomaru got it from.
"Oh, how disappointing" he rumbled softly, his smiling diminishing slightly. "Here I was, hoping you had come all this way to see me" he chuckled softly. As if he only wished it were true. Comtemplating for only a second, to say she had, or not, she decided against it. She was here to see Sesshomaru, everyone knew it, so she couldnt deny it. He reached out a hand for her's, as she stumbled into the cold house. Correcting her movements without a sound, he merely smiled at her. "My pup is in the basement, probably waiting for you, although Miss Kagome is already down there" he explained softly. Holding onto her elbow gently, he guided her to the basement stairs. Strangely enough, she didn't want him to let go of her. She felt like she would fall to her death without the steadiness of his being. "If you get tired of being a third wheel, you are welcome to join me in my study" he said softly, searching to lock his eyes with hers once again. Trying to avoid the intense eye contact, she turned her head away, shunning him, in a sense.
Nodding curtly, he obviously got the message. With a swing of his loose hair, he was striding quickly down the hallway. She idly noticed that his strides were completely silent. Reaching slowly for the door nob, the air suddenly left her lungs. She couldn't be sure, but she could trust it completely. A strong warm chest was pressed against her back. She knew without even thinking that it was Inu-no-Tashio. For unknown reasons, she slowly relaxed against his chest. Invisible arms seemed to wrap around her body, holding her tightly, for only a fraction of a second. As fast as it happened, the feeling of someone behind her was gone. Stumbling backward, she turned to look down the hallway that Toga Tashio had escaped. She couldn't sense or smell him. He obviously wasn't anywhere close. A sigh escaping her lips, she reached for the doornob. Not stopped this time, she slowly made her way down the stairs. Completely unaware of the two sets of golden hued eyes that stared after her retreating form.