InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Control ❯ The Smallest of Slips Can Lead to Disasters ( Chapter 8 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. No duh. If I still need to tell you this, I…I will just have to kill myself. (Just Kidding!) R&R!!

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Last Time:

'I hate Mikos…' Ejineko thought.

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Chapter Eight: The Smallest of Slips Can Lead to Disasters

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Naeomi warily looked at her school lunch. "Is it supposed to growl at me?"

"Oh, yeah. It does that sometimes." Sesshoumaru peered at his. "Just don't get sick and make me puke, too."

Inuyasha and Kagome soon joined them. "Yo, my brother from another mother."

"What?!" Sesshoumaru stared at his half-brother.

"Kagome told me to say it."

"Naeomi, aren't you going to eat?" Kagome looked concerned. Naeomi shook her head.

"I-I'm not hungry." She stood and glanced around the room suspiciously. "Sorry, guys, I have to go."

"Go where?" Kagome tried to stop the miko, but Sesshoumaru held his hand out.

"Leave her alone."

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'It was very faint, but I know I smelled Onigumo in that room!' She shook her head. 'It's impossible. Wishful thinking.'

"Naeomi?" Sesshoumaru walked up to her. "Lunch is almost over. You'll be late if you keep screwing around out here."

"Excuse me, I was not 'screwing around'! I needed some fresh air to clear my head, thank you very much!"

"Are you two going at it again?" Inuyasha appeared, sighing. "You fight like you're married."

WHACK!!! Inuyasha soon had two large lumps on his head. "I was…just kidding…"

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Shippo sat next to Kagome, who was watching Naeomi fight with Sesshoumaru again. "Don't they ever stop?"

"No."

"Guess it's 'cause they love each other."

"Huh?" Kagome cocked her head toward the now grown-up Kitsune. "What do you mean?"

"It's really light, pushed back by other emotions, but I can smell it."

"No way! Naeomi and Sesshoumaru? I can't see it. Friends, yeah, but…"

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Kagome began to rethink that statement when Sesshoumaru, still sniping at Naeomi and vice versa, sat down without hesitating right next to her.

"Give me that for a minute, Sesshoumaru." Naeomi grabbed Sesshoumaru's math paper and started to copy it. "I'd better not get this wrong because of you."

"I did not force you to take that. And it won't be wrong."

"Yeah, sure, stupid."

"Who is coping whose paper?" He just looked away after she flipped him off.

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Naeomi sat on the stone wall on the basketball court. "Are you done yet?"

"No, you idiot!" Inuyasha threw the ball at her. "Don't you know anything about basketball?"

"Yes, I do!!"

"Then go ahead." Sesshoumaru motioned to the basket.

"I-I never said I was any good at it!" she looked flustered.

"Inuyasha. Go home."

"I'm blown over by the manners here." After he left, Sesshoumaru turned back to Naeomi. "Just try."

Slowly, she walked over and looked up at the net. 'It's too high…I can't do this…' Voicing this concern to Sesshoumaru, she tried to give the ball back to him.

"No. Just try it once."

Sighing, she turned and threw it. It bounced off the rim, shocking Naeomi. "I almost did it!"

"Don't get too excited." Sesshoumaru threw the ball back at her. "'Almost' doesn't really give you points."

"Well that's retarded." She tried again. This time it hit the backboard.

"Nice."

"Don't laugh at me!"

"You're holding the ball wrong. Hold it like this." He put her hands on the ball. "Now try."

This time, it went through the net.

"Yes!" She looked smug. "How about that, Sesshoumaru?"

"Pretty good…for an idiot."

Naeomi chased him around the court, trying to hit him with the ball. "Ouch!" She fell face-first, skinning her knee. "Perfect." She got up. "I need to get home."

Sesshoumaru tried to calm himself down. The smell of her blood was making him feel strange.

"Now you're bleeding, too. I swear, Ejineko…" she shook her head. "That's weird…"

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A/N: So, lemon or no lemon? It won't be hard core, but let me know.

Yatara: I do love you! I thought it only appropriate to have Inuyasha wear red. I haven't talked to anyone about owning Inuyasha yet. I think I'm still on hold.

Wish He Was Mine: What exactly would this pertain to?