InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Amoureux Rivaux ❯ Naraku's Cunningness ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Chapter 1: Naraku Cunningness Knows No Bounds

The sinking reddish-orange sun on the western horizon made azure-blue sky of the morning, look amethyst-blue; but this lavender-blue sky was now covered with dawdling transitory bulky, puffy clouds; some were deep orange-white colour, whilst few others were amethyst-gray. Some of these clouds were extremely thick and small, whilst others were long and thin. Small black birds, some peripatetic in flocks, chirped through the skies, as they trekked below these transient clouds; all of them were flying back to their nests after, a day of rigid soaring, gathering food for their young ones, in their beaks.

Petite green leaf emerged from the brown twigs of an already green vivacious tree. Mature deep green leaves blew and coursed through in the direction of the temperate zephyr wafted by; two or three yellow and red-orange folios, of the gone-by autumn, still lingered on the white marble pavement and the black asphalt road; the outside spring temperature was neither extremely hot nor cold; it was just pleasant and agreeable. Middle and old aged women came out of their houses and apartment room to talk with their neighbours and friends as well as to enjoy the spring weather as well. Small boys were shouting outside their homes participating running and catching each other, while the young girls were picking up sakura blossoms and other flowers, which were planted in their neighbourhood. Some were even making festoon out cherry blossoms.

The metropolis streets had been a whole another matter. It was horded with people from various works of life: from the rich executives and CEOs of high profile companies down to the laborers. Blue-collar workers were mostly walking through the street pavement. The sounds of car horns honking on the asphalt road signified white collars. Not that some of them didn't prefer walking; whether people were walking or driving, most people were trying to return to their homes as quick as possible so that they could rest and relax after a day of hard work.

Slowly, the streets narrowed into small lanes, and the hustle and bustle of the streets became mute and quiet, but not completely. Faint female voices and laughter's could still be perceived if one really put his or her ears into it; however, these sounds died out eventually. The lanes continued to become became even more narrowed, until it reached a particular large pale white house, which was made of wood and lumber, supported by beams. The dwelling had a considerably large with a chocolate-brown slant thatched ceiling.

It had a nice ornamental flower garden in front of it; vibrant yellow daisies, pink and white colored roses and several green bushes were flourishing throughout the sides of the hedge. A soft gushing of water cascaded down from a five-layered deep silver-black fountain, which was located in the middle of the garden; the fountain depicted the image of cherub, a small boy wearing nothing but loins and having wings of an angel. He had a small slanted vessel, in his hands, from where crystal white water was gushing down to the base of the fountain. Evidence of peace and tranquility proliferated all around the house, vicinity as well, until a young boy slid the ashen shoji open with great force.

The young man, who happened to be in his late teens, had a reserved manifestation on the outside; he wore tight black denims and white shirt over his long sleeved black jumper. The boy had long, smooth silvery-white hair that went past his waist and a Prussian blue moon in the center of his head along magenta coloured eyelids. He closed the translucent white shoji with much less force and proceeded to wear the white leather shoes, which was arranged in a wooden bracket. Slippers and light shoes were placed on the top, whilst heavy canvas and leather shoes were positioned on the soft grayish-silver floor.

Damn you, Naraku!! Sesshoumaru contemplated. Damn you to hell!

His countenances, and the way he walked, through the entryway, looked so composed that no would have guessed the fury that raged within him; nevertheless, the fiery look that burned in his gold-coloured eyes practically screamed “I'm gonna kick your butt!!”

I never thought you would stoop this low. Sesshoumaru irately pondered, as he walked, in quick stride, through crimson-brown earthen road. It was filled with the lovely fragrance of cherry blossoms. You bastard!

Sesshoumaru reminisced, how Naraku utilized his mother, as he now hiked through the narrow lanes between the apartments; Sesshoumaru recalled every word spoken between his mother and him just half an hour earlier, which ended up in his cursing for Naraku, his best friend. No, not his best friend; his evil best friend.

“Sesshoumaru,” his mother asserted, “why are you being so stubborn?” She was talking with her son through her cell phone, from her office.

“What is there to be stubborn about?” Sesshoumaru protested, in his own black cellular phone. “I just said to Naraku that I don't want to go the party.”

“And why don't you want to go the party, Sesshoumaru?” His mother shot back quietly.

Sesshoumaru would have actually rolled his eye at this, but he had far too much pride than to act like common youngster. “This Sesshoumaru is not interested in wasting time by dancing and playing around. I have to study before school opens.”

“Sesshoumaru!” his mother in an austere tone. “You have a month before the school opens. Enjoying one `end-of-the-school-exam' party won't cost your perfect score.” It was a tone that his mother only took when Sesshoumaru was being extremely stubborn or did something dense (which was never.)

“But I haven't yet finished…” before Sesshoumaru could finish, his mother interrupted in a gentle, yet unhappy, tone “I don't want to hear anymore of your explanations, little inu. Please.”

Sesshoumaru gasped silently at the name “little inu.” His mother called him “little inu” only when she felt either extremely sad or euphoric. He didn't like his mother to call him “little inu,” especially, in a depressed tone; actually he never did. He despised it because it made him feel like a helpless and powerless child, like when he was a five-years-old and was frightened of the dark and people. (Though, he didn't mind when she called him by that name in an exhilarated voice.) And at the moment, by the way his mother conversed, it meant that she wanted to close the subject being spoken about.

Taking a deep breath, Sesshoumaru's mother commented in a frustrated tone, yet again. “Sesshoumaru, you know that Naraku and Kagura spent weeks in trying to come with this brilliant party, don't you? Are you going to spoil it by not being there for your friends?” Her perturbed emotion and tone implied as if she was trying coax a prima donna toddler, instead it of a dogged young man.

On the other end of the phone, Sesshoumaru was very much tempted to say “yes,” but he also recognized that this would lead to more tête-à-tête between them; he wanted to avoid it, no matter what the cost. He knew in which direction this lecture would turn, and it wasn't among his most favorites. Naraku termed it as `too much studying and no recreation makes Sesshoumaru an anti-social reclusive boy.”

He had no choice; his mother backed him into corner. He never, in his life, said `no' to his mother, and Naraku, his at-the-moment-evil-best-friend, was, no doubt, very familiar with that. Finally, taking a deep breath, and a few moments to squelch his inner beast's snarling, he downheartedly replied, what he already grasped. “No.”

“Then go to the party and enjoy yourself with your friends.” His mother affirmed in a docile enunciation. “Think of this as a remuneration, Sesshoumaru; a reward for your accomplishment, for coming first in your class. Okay, son.”

“Okay.” Though Sesshoumaru replied in a fed-up jaded intonation, neither his facial countenances nor his voice betrayed any such emotions.

“Now that's my little inu that I love.” His mother responded in a maternal way. “Have a nice time.”

“Very well. This Sesshoumaru will try to have a nice time.” he responded back.

“Be home by eleven O' clock. Call me if something happen, alright...” Sesshoumaru's mother then declaimed the usual rules of a protective and caring parent; she concluded by saying, “ …By the way, I might be a little late in coming home.”

After shutting his black cell phone off, he went to the bathroom and rinsed his flawless pallid-complexion body with mild hot water with a washcloth. After cleaning to his content, he entered the pale pink bathtub and turned on the red knob three times. Sesshoumaru positioned himself in the back of the bathtub, in anticipation, for the tepid water to come through. He could feel his inner youkai-self was almost jumping with joy and delight. (Yep, both he and his youkai-self loved bathing in tepid water)

Lukewarm water soon cascaded from high-pressure shower onto the unblemished body in front before spilling on to the base of the tub and then draining into the pipes; Sesshoumaru enjoyed himself as he allowed the tepid water to surge through his insipid smooth body. It was relaxing and soothing, and his inner youkai sighed in content; but like all happy times, Sesshoumaru's happy time soon came to an end, at which his inner youkai whined, quite stridently.

He came out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but his towels tied around his waist; his muscular chest was somewhat dry, save for the soggy bangs, which dripped of water, from time to time, behind shoulder and upper limb. Trickles of water also fell from the base-strands of his dampened silver hair, onto the cold concrete floor of his room. Soon he found another towel with which he dried his hair thoroughly, and then proceeded to comb it. He gradually dressed up, whilst cursing Naraku's shrewdness.

An abrupt boisterous clamor, from the youngsters playing ball on the concrete playground, broke Sesshoumaru from his ruminations. Oh! How he wished to curse those insolents ningens for breaking his musings. Sesshoumaru deliberated, whilst looking at the young children playing. Not to mention they disrupted, when this Sesshoumaru was getting solemn about cursing the bane of his life, Naraku. Nonetheless, getting back to reality did have one positive effect: he could see the high-rise apartments coming into view.

He already heard the clamor and cry of the city from afar due to his keen hearing; he heard the vendors shouting at the customers and patrons to buy their low-price products, which were on sale. His sharp ears winced at the loud blaring sound coming from the automobiles; his ears sensitive to vociferous sounds, however, it couldn't be helped. Due to the heavy congested traffic, the entire road was blocked with long lines of diverse coloured cars and sedans. Drivers honked and blared as other cars tried to overtake another car's space to get out of the crowd. Infants whimpered and bawled (in their crib) whist the children screamed in the cars, as they became restless and edgy due to boisterous reverberation as well as due to the long stay. They were fervent to go to their home and gorge food down their hungry mouths, take rest (as they spend their whole day in school), and watch afternoon cartoons on their TV. It was really a sight of horror!

Sesshoumaru perceived all this and more, as he walked on white concrete pavement bordered with small deep green grasses. He looked at them in repugnance and disgust. Sesshoumaru looked at his black sports wristwatch, which effectively told I was four-thirty pm; it meant that he still had an hour to arrive at to that so-called enjoying party. (Oh! How he loathed at the thought.) He slowed his walking pace, allowing the strong, yet gentle, breeze to caress through his face and tresses. He took pleasure in enjoying the twilight panorama that lay in front of him, until he reached the subway station.

“Do you think he will come?” Kagura skeptically asked the long raven dark-haired hanyou who stood in front of him. “After all, Sesshoumaru-kun hates parties.”

“Oh, yes, my dear.” Naraku replied with as warm a voice an astute hanyou could possibly muster. “You do know, imoto-chan, I'll always have a back plan ready, just in case” Naraku beamed wickedly, as he reminisced what he did.

“What are you up to, aniki?” Kagura ask warily, “Did you do something to him?” Her pink shaded cotton fleeced cloak flickered, as she brought her two slender pallid hands on her hips; her black eyes constricted, with perturbing lines glimmer among them. She would have appeared daunting, if it weren't for her dress. Beneath the cloak, she wore a strapless black silk knee-length frock; the polished black stilettos, adorned with glass diamonds, made sharp clack echo as she tapped her feet against the black-n-white marble floor of the club.

“What makes you think that?” Naraku feigned an offended tone.

“The look in your eyes, your smirk, your chuckling, the anticipation you show when you accomplish something sneaky…” Kagura spelled out one after another. “…Do I have go on, aniki?”

“I did no such thing, imoto-chan,” Naraku affirmed, but his ploy botched dreadfully.

“Naraku! I'm waiting,' Kagura continued irately, as if she could see through his brother's ruse, whist she persisted to tap her shoes on the marble floor.

Both of them stared hard at each other's obsidian eyes for quite sometime before Naraku saw someone behind Kagura.

“Higurashi-chan, what a surprise to see you here.” Naraku said in a smooth voice. “I thought you were too busy to take part at today's revelry.”

“Oh! It's nothing like that.” Kagome responded. She wore a purple silk tops and black denims. Her raven black hair was tied in ponytail. “Kouga told he would here today.”

“But the party doesn't begin until five thirty. Oh! I get it….” Naraku replied slyly as he came closer to her. “You don't have to tell me… oof…” he left the sentence hanging, when someone elbowed him fiercely from behind.

“What the… Kagura?” Naraku said in an indignant voice, as he attempted soothe his ached left hand. “Why did you that?”

“Brother dearest, please, enlighten me what did you do him?” Kagura furiously asked, every semblance of patience she had earlier gone entirely out the window. She was desperate and frantic, and he knew it; nevertheless, Kagura also knew that how vicious Sesshoumaru could get as well, and she didn't want his brother to end up in a hospital, or a morgue for that matter.

Before Kagura could grill him any further, a resounding smack was heard across the vacant club, which yet to be filled with high school students celebrating their first day of end of the school week and exams. Those in attendances glanced towards the entry door, where the sound came from, and saw a young girl and a boy entering the Rize Club.

“Miroku, you lecher, keep your hands to yourself!” Sango's feminine voice declared heatedly. Everyone either sweatdropped or looked the lecher—not to mention, the priest—with flat eyes. Miroku, the popular lecher of Tohoku High School, grinned inanely as a deep red fingerprint titivated his countenance.

“But I was just appreciating your beauty, Sango dearest,” Miroku vainly tried to justify his actions “After all, I'm supposed to be your date for tonight”.

“Really?” Instead of looking at her and nodding, Miroku's eyes were busy staring at the plump rounded breasts. Another smack soon joined the first, before Sango left his date to mingle with Kagome and Kagura.

“Kagura-chan,” Sango questioned congenially, “Who did what to whom?”

Kagura groaned, before pointed out at the perpetrator. “It seems that aniki has a death wish.”

“What do you mean?” Sango inquired seriously. Long loose raven hair completely contrasted with the strapless lilac-white evening dress, she wore. It was embellished with white gemstones all over, specially at the top part.

“It's Sesshoumaru-kun.” Kagura replied. “Somehow he forced him to come here today. And I want to know how?”

“Oh!” Sango nodded in understanding.

“Please, excuse me.” Kagura asserted hastily as he saw his brother walking away; she needed to catch up with her shrewd brother. Sango nodded, and then walked towards Kagome; they took one of the empty seats on the side and ordered two orange sodas. Gradually, they began to discuss about the exam results, boyfriends, and summer plans.

Sesshoumaru looked at his watch; it was approximately five. The yellow monorail train, which he boarded, moved swiftly through tracks, waiting only for five to seven minutes per station. As Sesshoumaru glanced outside through the sealed glass pane, he had detected the sun had completely descend, and the nighttime was approaching steadily and surreptitiously.

Sesshoumaru looked forward, where few pubescent girls were sitting and chatting with each other. Abruptly he heard those girls giggling; as his eyes traveled in their direction, he detected those girls were furtively trying to steal their glances from him; Sesshoumaru didn't pay any attention to them.

“Next stop: Shibuya district!! Japan Monorail will reach Shibuya station in five minutes. Hope you had a pleasant travel.” A female voice announced word for word the lines of the display board in each compartment of the monorail.

As the monorail came to swift halt, an extremely busy and hectic rail station came into sight. Sesshoumaru got up from his the bronzed leather seat and walked out the door and into the station. Shibuya station was infested with humans of all ages— infants (resting in their parent's chest) toddlers, young, middle-aged, and old. Strident clamor, small stores, aroma of cuisine, coming from the small cafés, permeated everywhere within the station; announcers were continually broadcasting about the arrivals and departures of the monorails going for particular destinations.

After fifteen minutes of walking through the human, as well as demon, congested streets, Sesshoumaru finally arrived at the Rize Club.

This club, which was also fifteen story inn, was established by Inu no Taishou, one of the most successful entreprenuers. It was one of the most popular, private club and an inn, in Japan; it was made exclusively for the upper class members of the society; only the affluent aristocrats and prominent folks, or high-ranking demons, would seldom lease it for parties and business conferences as well. And being the beneficiary of a multibillion-dollar conglomerate, Naraku without a doubt could rent this priceless inn for a night.

The entire floor of the Rize was made of green granite; pansies, marigolds, roses, jasmines, lilies and diverse flowered plants thrived on the side of the lawn. And in the center was hefty fountain, which incessantly cascaded cold water, giving off a cool breezy feeling.

Before Sesshoumaru could enter the Rize's entrance, a large gleaming black Explorer parked in front of the concrete white bridleway. Abruptly the left side of the passenger door was opened and a figure came out. Sesshoumaru groaned internally, realizing who it was.

“What the hell are you doing here, Sesshoumaru?” Inuyasha's infuriated voice inquired. He wore a yellow short-sleeved shirt and black denim.

“Nothing that concerns you, hanyou.” Sesshoumaru replied.

“What did you just say?” Inuyasha asked hotly. His koinu ears twitched in irritation. His clawed fingers turned into fists, which were now clasping the black jumpers.

Sesshoumaru scowled at Inuyasha's juvenile behavior. “Do not touch me!”

“Or else, what?” Inuyasha questioned furiously, even though he didn't let go of his grip on the black jumper.

“Inuyasha…” Miroku's calm voice interrupted, in an already charged atmosphere; he had come out of the club to get some fresh air, only to see Inuyasha was at Sesshoumaru's throat. “…Please, don't create a scene here,” Miroku continued as tried to pry away Inuyasha's clawed hands away from Sesshoumaru's jumper.

“I don't care!” Inuyasha retorted crossly. “This asshole's going down! Thinks that he can order `round here.”

“Inuyasha! Stop it right now!” Kagome's sharp voice interrupted the scene. She came outside to greet her dog-eared friend, instead she found herself in the midst of, what she termed it as the `Tohoku Battle Royale' affair

Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha's rivalry was renowned throughout the Tohoku High School. The number of times they, but more specifically Inuyasha, had been given detention for starting fights was endless; he once he'd been suspended as well for starting a physical brawl with Sesshoumaru. Inuyasha loathed Sesshoumaru for being `a pompous asshole,' and Sesshoumaru despised him for being a hanyou. Sentiments of disgust and loathing were mutual for both of them, and everyone in school knew it.

“Inuyasha! Your father's going to be mad, if you do something stupid.” Miroku yelled as a last-ditch effort, when he had seen Sesshoumaru's crimson gaze; it was a success. Inuyasha grumpily released his grip on Sesshoumaru, when he hard the word `father,' though the fury was quite evident in his visage.

“Yes, hanyou. Listen to your friends, ” Sesshoumaru said smoothly, without losing his composure. “After all, you wouldn't want your old man to get mad.”

He smirked whilst Inuyasha growled and bared his sharp fangs, saying, “Why you…?

“Why are you even here?” Inuyasha looked at Sesshoumaru directly in the eyes. “And don't give any bullshit answers. I know you don't like merry-making like the rest of us.”

“If I had a choice, I wouldn't even be here, Inuyasha,” Sesshoumaru replied tersely.

It was at this moment that Naraku came outside to welcome his reclusive-stoic companion. “Oh!” Naraku responded in a dramatic fashion, “you're finally here, my dear ol' Sesshoumaru. I thought I'd have to celebrate this party without you.” He contrived a heartrending expression that would have bestowed him an Oscar award; however, Sesshoumaru wasn't a slight bit affected by it.

“It seems Kagura was right.” Kagome said out loud. Sesshoumaru glared at her.

“What do you mean?” Inuyasha coarse voice asked.

“Naraku somehow blackmailed him to come here.” Kagome mumbled in his puppy ear.

Inuyasha's eyes enlarged at her declaration. It isn't possible or is it. He contemplated and gradually grinned at the prospect. When he finally glimpsed at an overly ecstatic Naraku forcibly hauling a mulish Sesshoumaru towards the Rize's doors, he couldn't stop himself from giving a lopsided grin.

Leisurely Inuyasha holding his hands along with Kagome entered the Rize's door, whilst the valet driver drove the black Explorer towards the garage. Loud music, conversation, youngsters dancing, and luminous lights welcomed them as they entered the club. It was bit congested, than it was before.

Suddenly, Kouga's snobbish voice yelled from the side. “Oi! Get your hands off of my woman, you mutt.” He wore brown leather pants and matching leather jacket, designed with frills at the back. His black hair was tied in a ponytail; he was currently looking at Inuyasha with spite for holding his hands with her `woman.' Ginta and Hakkaku watch the scene with a mixture of ennui and concern.

Sesshoumaru, who was sitting alone by the bar place, was drinking a glass of coca-cola, courtesy of Naraku; he watched the entire occurrence with interest. Though he was sourly disappointed when fight was stopped short again due to Kagome's meddling. Sesshoumaru wanted to see some action; instead loud music assaulted his sensitive elf-like ears. The small white spherical watch, on the red sidewall, stated it was seven in the evening. The bartender was preparing various drinks and the waitress serving it to the customers. Sesshoumaru was scrutinizing everything in the club with his keen eyesight.

“Ladies and gentlemen. May I have a moment of your time, please,” Naraku's silky voice spoke through clamor of the club. Racket subsided gradually and turned his or her face towards the party host. Naraku continued. “Today, we're celebrating end-of-the school-exam party; or as I'd say the no-reading-and-full-of-fun-school-break party. Thank you for coming here, my friends. Hope you enjoy the party.”

Loud music and dancing commenced once more after the conclusion of Naraku's speech. Out of the blue, Inuyasha came up beside Sesshoumaru, startling him. He sat in long barstool next to him, and ordered the bartender for sake.

“What is the matter, Sesshoumaru?” He inquired in a rough tone. “I mean shouldn't you be with your friends over there?”

Sesshoumaru stared at him. He took one more sip of his drink before saying, “Mind your own business, hanyou.” After that Sesshoumaru kept the empty crystal glass on the counter and left.

Inuyasha's brows frowned, and fire lit in the golden eyes, before retorting rowdily, “Listen up, Mr. Oh-so-high-n-mighty, I was just trying to have some conversation.

“And here I was actually trying to be friendly,” Inuyasha mumbled quietly. He drank the sake in one go, and commanded the bartender to give one more.

“`Have friendly talk with Sesshoumaru. He looks so alone,'” He mimicked in a soft childish-feminine voice. Thanks for the advice, Kagome. Thanks for getting my pride blown up in my face. He growled. Once more, Inuyasha gulped the entire thing and then asked for one more.

Sesshoumaru finalized that he was going home; he couldn't stand it anymore. He wanted to go away from all these hot and heavy dancing and screaming. Frankly, his perceptive elf-ears approved. Just as he reached the touch the doorknob, Naraku's voice filtered from behind.

“I've been looking for you.” Sesshoumaru turned to see Naraku with two drinks in his hand. “Where were you? And what's with the glare?”

“I'm leaving.”

“Well… you can't.” Naraku faltered, “I've ordered these drinks for us,” and then handed one of the glasses. Then he added, after looking at Sesshoumaru, “and no… it's not alcoholic.”

“How long will this party last?” Sesshoumaru asked. “It's already past ten thirty; I need to be home by eleven.”

“At least an hour more.” Naraku sighed before continuing. “Have you ever heard word `fun'? I know for you going to school, doing schoolwork, studying, and helping your mother is your life. But still, is it too much to ask to have some fun with your friends, Sesshoumaru?” With that said, Naraku left him crossly.

Sesshoumaru frowned as he took a sip of the drink. It tastes funny. As he looked around, he saw that club was almost vacant. People parting were either mostly inebriated, behaving somewhat wildly, or drowsy. The few sober people lingering in the club had tentative and uncertain glimpse in their faces, when three people wearing black official suits came inside the Rize's.

“We're sorry for interrupting the social gathering at this moment. Gomen…” a girl proclaim, as she stood on the podium with a mike. “… We're from the city meteorological department,” The girl and let words sink in. “The weather advisory committee has informed that heavy thunderstorm is approaching shortly; they also warned that hurricane, hails and floods would occur till day after tomorrow. So people, it will best for all you to reach home before the full-blown storm hits.” At this announcement, a pandemonium broke out in the club, with the youngsters rushing towards the exit doors.

“People, please, make a line in an orderly fashion…” a deep authoritative male voice vibrated through the mike, “… and leave through the front door.” The man looked in late thirties; grey hairs streaked over short greasy raven. The thick black rounded glasses, over his eyes, made the man appear like strict school headmaster. Within minutes, the Rize's became empty, bar the few individuals.

“Aren't you leaving, Inuyasha?” Miroku inquired anxiously. “… Or do you want me to drive you home?”

“Feh. I'm stayin' here for the night,” Inuyasha slurred, heavy smell of alcohol came from his mouth as he spoke. “… In room 395.”

“What `bout Kagome? Did she leave?” Inuyasha questioned.

“She left with Kouga almost an hour ago, Inuyasha.” Miroku said forthrightly. “Others have left as well.” He saw Naraku and Kagura outside the Rize's express thanks and goodbyes to their friends.

“Will you able to go the room?” Miroku said seriously. He looked slightly apprehensive at his hanyou friend's inebriated state.

“I'm not that drunk, Miroku.” Inuyasha said gallingly. Miroku just rolled his eyes at Inuyasha's annoyed antics.

“By the way, aren't you suppose to take your precious Sango home?” The question got Miroku's attention; he saw Sango outside waiting for her ride back home.

“Fine, you win, Inuyasha,” Miroku said earnestly. “But give your father a call saying you're staying here.” With that said, Miroku left.

As Inuyasha stood, he staggered slightly. The club was completely empty, as the manager started to bolt the front door. As Inuyasha took slow careful steps towards the back door, when he heard a faint groan. His koinu ears flicked up and down as he tried to find the source of the sound. As he walked towards direction of sound—which near the lavatory—he was shocked to see the person sitting on the floor.

“What the…” Inuyasha growled. “Sesshoumaru! Y- Y-You're drunk!” He slurred comically.

Sesshoumaru was sitting on the floor completely inebriated; all of his inhibition had gone right out the window. By the looks, it appeared as if he was on a complete high. He was clasped his head and moaned, as if he had a headache.

“Can you hear me, Jackass?” Sesshoumaru paid no attention to him. He was acting completely contradictory of his usual himself. Sesshoumaru was laughing, touching Inuyasha. Inuyasha sat down ground, and put Sesshoumaru's right arm on his own shoulder as he tried helping him stand. Instead they both ended up falling on each other with rather loud groans.

“Lets try this once more,” Inuyasha slurred as he picked them both up, using the sidewall as support. Walking slowly and carefully, Inuyasha found the back door, which promptly gave an easy access to the floor elevators; he gave a relieved sigh as the silver elevator door opened promptly, when he finally pressed the glass button indicating an up arrow. After entering, both himself and his high intoxicated-unwanted rival, he precariously pushed the button for the sixth floor.

You're so gonna owe me, jackass. Inuyasha's thought garbled through his half-awake mind. As the elevator door opened, he began to walk wobbly towards his room. Sesshoumaru, on the other hand, was making strange noises; it making Inuyasha completely tetchy.

“Damare, Sesshoumaru!” Inuyasha voiced irately. He was trying to concentrate on his tremulous walking, but Sesshoumaru's noise was giving him a headache. Inuyasha cursed himself for drinking almost fourteen glasses of sake; this was first time drinking sake since he had been fifteen.

After a slow and noise agonizing of ten minutes, Inuyasha finally stood in front of his room. He gave a sigh of relief as he opened the door and went in along with his unwanted baggage, and closed the door behind them

Author's notes: Tell me, did you like it? Or did you dislike it? Should I continue or delete the story. This is an AU story.

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