False Pretense
Description: He had fallen for her and her him. But he screwed up, when it came to it he dumbly rejected her to uphold a reputation, but will he cave in when they start spending even more time together because of a band? SessKag, mainly
Recap: "I'm still not sorry about your sister, though." Sesshoumaru mentioned emotionlessly.
"You know what, Sesshoumaru? Neither am I." Sasuke said holding his hand out.
Sesshoumaru took it firmly, and they shook.
After all these years.. They finally able to Forgive and Forget..
Chapter 21. WWII
It was the day of the last dance before graduation, and Sesshoumaru was getting dressed in his father's WWII uniform. Sesshoumaru had pulled his hair into a tight pony tail at the back of his head, an slicked it back, so it wasn't in his face like men back in the 40's would. He didn't wear his glasses, seeing as he didn't really need them. InuTaishou was a rather famous general back in the war, and there for had a lot of metals, patches, and ribbons that went with his uniform, which was a unique General's uniform in itself. When all was said and done, Sesshoumaru was the spitting- image of InuTaishou.
InuTaishou looked at his son, prideful.
"Sessh! You look just like I did back then!" his father cried, and pat his shoulder. Sesshoumaru grinned nervously.
"My hair looks ridiculous like this.." Sesshoumaru glowered in the mirror.
"No, it doesn't, you look sophisticated, and rather handsome." Sesshoumaru's father was smirking in spite of Sesshoumaru's annoyed look. "I bet Kagome will think so too!" Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes, and sat down on the couch in the family room. A now nine- year old Inuyasha, sauntered into the room with a ramune he'd been saving, and sat next to Sesshoumaru, looking up at him. Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow at the soda, wondering where it came from.
"Want some, Aniki?" Inuyasha gestured the soda towards his brother. Sesshoumaru shook his head.
"Otouto, don't you know soda is bad for you?" Sesshoumaru smirked, already knowing what his brother will say.
"But Aniki, we're Inuyoukai!" Inuyasha exclaimed, puffing his cheeks out at his big brother.
Sesshoumaru chuckled. "Yes, we are, Otouto, but you're still half human. You're in a catch 22." Sesshoumaru pat Inuyasha's head.
"Wuzzat?" Inuyasha asked before taking a swig of his soda. Sesshoumaru sighed.
"A catch 22 is basically like being stuck between a rock and a hard place. Think of it this way. You can't do one thing without doing another. But you can't do that thing without doing the first, beforehand. Get it?" Sesshoumaru explained.
Inuyasha nodded slowly.
"Do you really, or are you just trying to pacify me?" Sesshoumaru asked, warningly.
"The last thing, yeah." Inuyasha smirked.
Meanwhile, with Sasuke and Sakura-
Sakura was looking at herself in the mirror with satisfaction. She had done a lot of research on what the times were like during world war two. Living in Konohagakure no Sato, a shinobi nation, had exempted them from the times, and the war. And things were completely different at the time in the two countries. She was in a beautiful black dress decorated in white polka- dots, with a tie in the back that went to just under her knee, with black pantyhose, and white heels with the strap over the top of her foot. It was a very short- sleeved v- neck dress that dipped to just between her breasts. She had curled her hair up, and pulled back into a bun, and wore a black sun- hat with a black netted veil in front of her eyes, stopping at her nose, as well as laced gloves. She also had a black purse to carry with her. Her make- up was subtle, with mascara and eyeliner, with some clear lip- gloss.
She walked out of the bedroom to find Sasuke in the bathroom, combing back his slicked hair, and grumbling about the injustice of 40's fashion. She giggled softly, and pat his shoulder.
"Oh, Sasuke- Kun, you're so handsome!" she giggled playfully.
He rolled his eyes. "Ah, whatever. Look at you, you're showing me up!" Sasuke pecked her lips softly, and sauntered off to the living room. Sakura blushed, and followed him, sitting on the couch next to him. Sasuke rested his hand on her thigh, and turned on their television, which only had basic channels.
"This uniform is kind of annoying. It's heavy. How did soldiers fight in something so heavy? No wonder Japan lost." Sasuke complained wiggling around in his uniform.
"They were trained, just like we were, of course." Sakura waved her finger in his face, and smirked at the obvious answer.
"Hn."
"Ugh! You should be glad I learned the Uchiha men language." He rolled his eyes again.
"Yeahyeah." Sakura pushed him over on the couch playfully.
"Ouuch." Sasuke fake- cried.
"Don't you make that face at me, Uchiha Sasuke!" Sakura remarked on his "pouty" face. He stuck his tongue out at her. She wondered why he was so playful today. That was extremely unusual, being in a "shitty mood" as Naruto would call it. However, she was enjoying it, as this was a rare occurrence, so she wouldn't say anything to him. Sasuke leaned his head up and caught Sakura's lips in his in a deep kiss, easily slipping in his tongue. Sakura quickly obliged.
After a nice, long make out session, Sakura happened to glance at the clock. Who needed air anyway? Her eyes widened. It was seven already! Her eyes widened, as she quickly got up and started to straighten herself out. Sasuke frowned and whined.
"Sasuke, come on, get up! It's already seven! We're going to be late!" Sakura was waving her arms for him to get up, and Sasuke grumbled. She quickly checked herself in the mirror, corrected her hair, and reapplied her lip gloss. Sasuke quickly fixed his hair, and noticed it acquired a small wave at the ends of his hair. 'Stupid styling products' he thought with a glare at himself.
"Sasuke!" Sakura hollered from the living room of their apartment. She was growing impatient. He left the bathroom, and looked at his lovely, rather annoyed- looking girlfriend. He smirked. That, made her look a little more pissed. 'That used to work' he thought as his face fell, walking up to her. He held his hand out for her to take it. She suddenly smiled and took it. 'At least letting her hold my hand still works.' He smirked again, opening the door, and holding it open for her. He flicked the lock on the knob, and locked it before closing the door.
With Kagome..
"ARGH!" A shrill shriek could be heard through the entire Shrine as Kagome took a look at the dress that Sesshoumaru had dropped off to her early that morning.
She was completely shocked, and felt a little bit.. Inadequate. "Mama! Come look!" Kagome hollered to her mother upon regaining her composure. Within moments, Kagome's mother was at her daughter's bedroom door, looking a bit distressed.
"What's wrong, dear?" Her mother asked, looking at her daughter, concerned.
"Look at this dress! I can't wear this!" Kagome cried, stepping aside for her mother to look.
Kagome's mother looked at her oddly. "Why? What's wrong with it? It's absolutely beautiful! You'd look amazing in it!"
"Nono, I know that.. But that's just it. It looks very expensive. And, it was Sesshoumaru's mother's dress! What if I ruin it!" Kagome cried, very concerned.
"Sesshoumaru would never forgive me, it was his mother's dress for god's sake!" Kagome said emphasizing the word 'mother's'.
"Kagome- dear, I'm sure that if something were to happen, he'd forgive you. He'd understand that you didn't do anything intentionally. He loves you, he'd understand." Kagome's mother said assuringly. Kagome didn't look too convinced.
"I don't know. But.. If you say so.. I suppose you're right.. Thanks mom." Kagome's mother smiled, and took the dress from the hanger, and helped Kagome slide it over the slip she was wearing. Fixing it, her mother smiled. Her daughter looked stunning in the dress.
"How does it look, mama?" Kagome asked, looking down at the dress, then back up to her mother. Kagome had on a beautiful halter vintage little black dress, a halter style vintage cocktail. Metal side zipper, unlined, sarong style gathered skirt with rhinestone detail on the flared hip ruffle, a pair of black pantyhose to match. Her hair was pulled back into a bun at the nape of her neck, and the hair at the sides of her face were waved, as well as her bangs. Her make- up was done in dark shades, her lipstick being dark red, and her eye make- up being a dark hazel/amber color.
"You look wonderful, dear. Sesshoumaru will be very pleased." She stifled a laugh at her daughter's shy expression.
"Now, enough of this, and hurry up! Sesshoumaru will be here in five minutes, and you know he's never late." Kagome's mother shooed her daughter out of her room, and down the stairs where her purse, and heels were waiting. Kagome laughed. "I'm going, I'm going!" she cried.
Sitting down, Kagome put her black high heels on, and checked herself in her compact. She closed it as the door bell rung, and she smiled, knowing who it was. She quickly fixed the clip- in flowers and white mesh veil in her hair, and stood up to get the door.
Upon opening the door, she was stunned. She could have sworn she saw a real military general standing before her. But it was just Sesshoumaru. Sesshoumaru cocked his head. He was holding his badged hat under his arm.
"That's amazing Sesshoumaru! You look like a real general!" She exclaimed studying all the badges and ribbons. Sesshoumaru smirked at her.
"And you look like a very beautiful, very vintage young lady." He chuckled, and held his hand to her. "Ready?"
She nodded. "Yeah, lemme get my purse." She turned, and quickly got her purse from the kitchen, and said goodbye to her mother.
Coming back, Sesshoumaru held out his hand again, and she took it, smiling at him. "Let's go! I'm so excited!" Sesshoumaru smirked as they finally reached the bottom of the stairs. He opened her car door for her. She looked at the car oddly.
"This isn't your Mustang." She said. 'Thanks Captain Obvious.' She thought, kicking herself.
"Oh yeah, I traded it in for this yesterday. Much better, isn't it?" He smiled. Of how Sesshoumaru loved his pretty, fast cars.
She shrugged and got inside. It was much bigger than his Mustang. Sesshoumaru was suddenly climbing in the car a second later.
"Come on! It's such a pretty car! It's a 2008 Dodge Challenger. I know it's three years old, but this car is brand new. Never used." Sesshoumaru explained, suddenly immersed in his new toy.
"Yeah, that's nice, really pretty yeah.." Kagome said flatly. She honestly didn't care. To her it was just a car.
Sesshoumaru snorted. 'She's just jealous' he thought smirking. He pressed play on his iPod, and the music came out of the car speakers. "Scream" by Adelita's Way came on, and Sesshoumaru sped off. Kagome rolled her eyes. 'Show off.'
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Okay, I know it was a late update. But school's out finally, and I have plenty of time now. Expect lots of new chapters! Tell me what you think. Thanks for patience, and support. Oh, and sorry that nothing really happened in this chapter. I just needed to update quickly.
~Akio Toshiya
P.s. Here's links to some stuff I mentioned in here.
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.com/1940's+Hairstyles (This is Kagome's hair. And the accessory in it too.)
.com/imgres?imgurl=..com/media/2008/10/mopar_underground_challenger_&imgrefurl=.%3Ft%3D23805&usg=_mOjUStCBYC4mwHjLOARC6J7Ky_8=&h=755&w=1280&sz=442&hl=en&start=15&zoom=1&tbnid=6FhJTqHgdMt1PM:&tbnh=119&tbnw=202&ei=ts0OTpeGLsTAgQf-sPWBDg&prev=/search%3Fq%3Ddodge%2Bchallenger%26hl%3Den%26biw%3D1280%26bih%3D672%26gbv%3D2%26tbm%3Disch&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=175&vpy=411&dur=57&hovh=172&hovw=292&tx=103&ty=174&page=2&ndsp=15&ved=1t:429,r:10,s:15 (This is Sesshoumaru's new car. The 2008 Dodge Challanger.)