InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Game Over! ❯ Late Night Peep Shows ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: No ownership to Inuyasha or the characters. The story plot is mine though. This will start off as a T rating, but as the story progresses and mature content is written, the rating will change to M.

Disclaimer: You know the drill, I don't own Inuyasha.

Chapter 1: Late Night Peep Shows

“Um, hi Sesshomaru…you're really good on the court. Maybe you can score a few points with me at the dance? Hey, Sesshomaru, heard you didn't have a date to the dance. Wanna go with me?” the girl mimicked the other boy crazy cheerleaders.

17 year old, Rin Hida rolled her eyes in annoyance. Asking a guy out was supposed to be easy, wasn't it? It wasn't supposed to be this hard, but all the teenage girls at her school were practically falling all over each other trying to get dates, especially from Sesshomaru Taisho or even his jerk of a brother. And here she was, encased in a giant beaver costume; the school's mascot, sweating uncontrollably all while wondering how the female population was going to ask out the hottest guy at Shikon High. There was currently a basketball game being held after school against another rival school and the students in the bleachers were in an uproar, cheering and waving their banners all about. Rin closely eyed the prestigious star of the team; Sesshomaru. He looked so good in his yellow and purple jersey; the school colors, as he raced up and down the court. The sweat made his damp hair cling to his forehead and also glistened his well tanned arms. The score was set 10-20, with Shikon High in the lead.

Rin looked on with a bored expression.

“So I heard you and your girlfriend broke up, how about going to the dance with me?” Rin heard over the roar of the game as a random girl was able to briefly get Sesshomaru's attention.

Rin couldn't understand what any of these girls thought was so great about Sesshomaru. From what she knew, he was the biggest jerk in school, a total player and just an all around lazy jock. He never showed up for class and was always goofing off with his buddies. Her thoughts were interrupted when Coach Yamata screamed for her attention. He was a big tough guy with an even tougher attitude.

“What the heck are you doing, Rin? It's halftime! Get your ass out there!”

She snapped to, and stumbled her way towards the court. This is what she always hated about being the Beaver mascot, parading around in front of the students doing a number of quirky dance moves and just overall teasing the players. She wasn't sure if they were laughing with her or at her, but Rin was positive it must be the latter. As Rin's number was coming to a finish, she glanced over and saw Kikyo Higurashi, the head cheerleader and girlfriend of Sesshomaru, and she appeared to be flirting with him. She whispered in his ear and giggled while Sesshomaru turned away with a blush on his cheeks.

Rin was so fixated on the lovers, that she had no idea of the impending water bottle being hurled towards her. She was instantly knocked to the ground, and thanks to the durability of the costume, most of the impact was absorbed. The crowd erupted into a hearty laugh as some students shouted, “Loser!” and “What a dork!”

She heard Coach Yamata yell back, “Hey, I saw that Shiro! You got detention Saturday!” He knelt down to talk into the Beaver's mouth.

“You okay, kid?”

Rin groaned, not out of pain, but embarrassment instead. “Yeah, I'm fine Coach.”

The Coach gruffed and said, “Alright off the court. You're done for now.”

Rin staggered to her feet, making her way to the opposite end of the gym. Today just wasn't her day.

**

“Good job tonight, team! You did a very good job,” Coach Yamata congratulated everyone as the basketball team and cheerleaders made their way to the lockers and showers.

He caught Rin as she was walking by, and in a stern, but encouraging voice said, “I want you to do better out there next time.”

Rin gave him a muffled, “Yes Coach,” just before making her way to the storage closet to relieve herself of that ridiculous beaver suit. The only reason why she chose to be the mascot was because she couldn't cut it as a cheerleader. She removed the giant head, tossing it into the closet with all the other insignificant junk, and then proceeded to unzip the body throwing that into the closet as well.

All she was left standing in were her shorts and tank top, a basic undergarment requirement when wearing the Beaver. Now all Rin had to do was retrieve her belongings from the girls' locker room. As she made her way to the lockers, she spotted Sesshomaru and a group of other boys talking. They were giving each other 5-fives, and fists bumps.

“Good game, man!”

“I can't believe you made that last basket in time.”

Sesshomaru chuckled at the comments. Ever since he was a kid, Sesshomaru's athletic skills were something to be marveled at. He began at age nine when he would observe all the pro athletes on TV. Sesshomaru would beg his father to teach him the sport of the game, but claimed he had no time for such things, so instead bought his darling son lessons. It wasn't until middle school that he became truly serious; practicing on and off the court. He was so tall and lean, the muscles in his well toned arms flexing with every hand movement he made. She had always noticed Sesshomaru from the start of 8th grade but never bothered to talk to him, even now.

She could never understand what he saw in Kikyo. They got together Freshman year of high school and had dated 2 years from then on, until their most recent break up; whoever initiated it she would never know, they both took turns dumping the other. But now it appeared they were back together. Rin continued to stare from afar until her and Sesshomaru made eye contact. With a grin on his face, he flexed his muscles. Rin rolled her eyes and figured she'd better get to the locker room to gather her things before it got too dark out.

She ducked around a corner, finding the door to the girls' locker room and pushing it open. All the cheerleaders were undressing and gossiping among themselves. Rin timidly made her way past all the girls who were dressed in their Victoria Secret underwear with their perfect bodies. Rin had always been bashful when it came to changing in the locker room. Ever since middle school, the other girls would tease her for having scrawny chicken legs and a flat chest. She glanced around and admired all the other girls. No wonder they have boyfriends she thought to herself. They were gorgeous. Every girl had lean legs, but because of the countless hours of practice they were all very well toned. They had a fuller bust with hourglass figures, and there were no pimples or stretch marks in sight.

As Rin finished changing her clothes, she looked over and spotted Kikyo with her posse; which included Kagura and Ayame. She could easily overhear their conversation.

“So that game was totally awesome!” Ayame squealed.

“Yeah it was! The boys are looking good, especially Sesshomaru,” Kagura inputted.

Kikyo cleared her throat and gave her friend a stern look. No matter whether she and Sesshomaru were together or not, he was always off limits and it seemed that she needed to remind her friend of that.

“What was that, Kagura?” Kikyo quipped, her perfect eyebrows arched in a questioning manner.

Kagura diverted her gaze elsewhere. “Oh, um nothing.”

“So are you and Sesshomaru back together?” the question came from Ayame, the red-headed wolf demon.

Kikyo snorted before popping her gum. “Duh, Ayame. I have him wrapped around my little finger. He'll be the perfect prom date. He's already the perfect boyfriend. I'm his sweet little princess. I might even convince him to buy me a new clutch.”

Kagura rolled her eyes before grinning. “Yeah, as if anything about you is sweet.”

Kikyo slipped her shirt above her head and said, “Well if words won't do it, maybe my body could.” She smirked devilishly at her friends.

Ayame almost burst into tears in her fit of laughter. “You would really put out for a hand bag?”

“I'm pretty sure he misses me all day long, and can never wait to see me. He'd do anything for me,” Kikyo stated.

Kagura swatted her friend on the arm playfully. “You're so naughty, Kikyo.”

Kikyo gave them a sly grin. “I know.”

The trio then began to gather their things, making their way out the locker room. As they neared the exit, Kikyo nudged past Rin as she herself was trying to collect her own things, which pushed her against her locker with a clang noise.

“Oops,” Kikyo said with no sympathy in her voice, giggling with her friends as they left for home.

Rin sighed, stuffing the last of her things into her duffle bag. She was forever thankful that the day was over.

**

Rin opened the front door to her impressive 2-story home. The living room was decorated with a giant flat screen TV that was built into the wall, two beige leather couches, a recliner and ottoman that were made from beige suede material and sat on the brightly polished floor that was composed of wood. There were no scuff marks or anything. Tan drapes that were also made of suede, covered the large window. Chinese porcelain figurines sat on top of the massive fireplace's mantle. Expensive looking lamps were placed in each corner of the living room. The dining set was even impressive; that included a sleek black marble table complete with black steel-iron chairs. A bright chandelier hovered over everything.

Rin felt fortunate to live in the household that she did. Both her parents were successful people who worked very hard for the things they had. Her father, Takashi Akiyama was a prominent writer while his wife, and Rin's mother, Mariko Akiyama owned a restaurant as well as a catering business on the side. Her restaurant was located in the local mall where Rin was also employed by her mother.

Rin could already smell the delicious aroma of dinner being prepared. She wished she had half the cooking skills her mother possessed.

“Mom, I'm home!” she called out.

Her mother emerged from the kitchen, her dark frayed hair secured in a messy bun. She wiped her hands with a red cloth that was previously draped over her shoulder.

“You're home a little late,” Mariko noticed.

“Yeah the game ran a little behind,” Rin answered. “What's for dinner?”

Mariko's face lit with a smile. “We're having chicken breast smothered in Alfredo sauce, with spinach and wild rice.”

“Yum, sounds good,” came a deep voice from behind.

Takashi emerged from around a nearby corner, most likely coming from his office. He took a seat at the dining table. “How was school, Rin?”

Rin tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “School was okay.”

She wouldn't dare tell her parents how she hated it each and every day save for a few things that made her days there bearable, like her friends.

“Um…I'm going upstairs to get some homework done,” she told them.

“Alright dear, dinner will be ready soon,” her mother reminded her.

Rin sprinted upstairs to her room, walking by three other doors before she got to hers. Opening the door, she was thankful for the sanctuary of her room; her solitude. She dropped her bag onto the floor, throwing herself onto the bed, her face buried in her soft pink pillow. She flipped over, staring at the ceiling trying to unwind from the day's event. Rin thought back to the recent game, and how Kikyo would practically drape herself all over Sesshomaru. In all honesty, Rin never cared for the head cheerleader. Ever since Rin became the school mascot, it was as though Kikyo made it her sole mission to torment and pick on her. She wondered what it would be like for Kikyo to get a taste of her own medicine. Maybe offering her a chocolate bar laced with laxatives would work. She smiled at the thought, but then it quickly faded. Rin turned her head, facing the window which gave her a view into the bedroom of another house; Sesshomaru's house.

Rin sometimes couldn't understand it. She'd lived next door to the Taisho family for the past 3 years; since 8th grade and not once had she or her family ever been acknowledged. Rin and her family knew most of their neighbors. The Taishos were a strange bunch, never really socializing with other families in the neighborhood. One would think that living next door to the same person for more than a year, would create a familiar face outside the home, but it didn't. How could people be so anti-social?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her cell phone.

“Hello?” she answered.

“Hey, girl what's up?”

It was one of Rin's friends.

“Hey Sango! What's going on?”

“Ugh, trying to figure out Mr. Ling's stupid math homework,” Sango said annoyed. “You start on it yet?”

Rin thought for a moment and remembered that she hadn't even cracked open her textbook. “No, I was gonna try to start it later.”

“Yeah, good idea. Maybe I should try that too.”

Rin shook her head. Sango was known for following Rin's lead, because most of the time she had the best ideas. Rin thought back to when they first met in middle school, and were paired up on a project. Sango loved doing projects and being in charge. The duo made a great team, earning them an A, and ever since then they've been friends from then on.

“So do you know what you're going to wear to prom?” Sango asked suddenly.

Rin was snapped from her thoughts, putting her attention back to her friend. “Um yeah. Have you?”

“Hell yeah! I want something short and strapless. Maybe something in fuchsia.”

To be honest, Rin hadn't put much consideration into what she planned on wearing. All she knew was that she would be wearing a dress of some sort. What was the point in looking your best when you had no one to go with? Rin continued to listen as her friend rambled on about fancy shoes and whether they should color coordinate their outfits.

“Hmm, I like fuchsia, but Miroku might like to see me in teal?” Sango went on. “What do you think, Rin?”

Rin snorted. “Since when does Miroku care what color you're in, just as long as he sees you naked is all that matters.”

Sango and Miroku had been dating since Freshman year. It all started one day when Sango bent over to pick up a textbook she had dropped and a mysterious hand groped her bottom. She instantly looked behind her to see the sly smirk of a boy and swiftly delivered a brutal punch to the face. Surprisingly he tracked her down the next day with some flowers in hand and an apology. Ever since then, they'd been inseparable. But even still, that didn't deter Miroku's lecherous ways.

Sango continued to drone on about how she was going to style her hair, and whether she should wear two inch heels or four. Frankly, Rin didn't care.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted a figure moving. She looked over to see into the bedroom of Sesshomaru, where he angrily stomped into his room, his parents not far behind. His father, Inutaisho was a tall and brooding man, and he didn't appear too happy, neither did his step-mother, Izayoi who was trying to control the compulsion to cry.

Rin knew it wasn't right to spy on her neighbors, but she couldn't resist. Things started to get really heated when Sesshomaru spun on his heels, coming face to face with Inutaisho who in return jabbed his index finger into his son's chest. Rin could hear their muffled voices as the argument raged on. Izayoi seemed to have had enough, as she made a hasty exit, her hand over her mouth, probably trying to quiet her sobs. Inutaisho gave Sesshomaru a few more shakes of his finger before running after his wife.

Sesshomaru slammed his bedroom door with incredible force, that it dropped some of the items off his shelf. He ran a frustrated hand through his silky long hair, blowing out a breath of air. Once the tension began to fade, Sesshomaru tentatively began removing his clothes.

Rin had still been eying her neighbor long after the disastrous fiasco ended, and she couldn't help but notice that Sesshomaru was getting naked for the whole world to see. The phone slipped from Rin's hand, dropping to the ground with a thud.

“Rin? Hello? You there?” Sango called out.

Rin instantly picked up her phone and hastily said, “Uh, yeah gotta go, homework.”

“No, but wai─”

Click.

Rin dropped the phone onto the bed then scooted closer to her window so it wouldn't be so obvious she was spying on her neighbor. It wasn't that Rin had a thing for the guy, they'd never spoken, not once. It was just that how often was she going to see a hot guy, especially one who lived next door get naked? In all honesty she thought the jocks in her school were pig-headed idiots who were just one evolution above being called Neanderthals. Sesshomaru was down to removing his pants now which revealed his boxers and toned thigh muscles as thick as tree trunks. Next he discarded of his American Eagle t-shirt, which only exposed a tank top underneath. Just as Sesshomaru gripped the hem of his tank top to toss that aside as well, he quickly glanced in Rin's direction. She gasped and hid behind her thick curtains. After some seconds had passed, she tentatively peeked around her window to see that he'd closed the blinds of his window and drew the curtains together.

Well so much for that peep show.

A/N: Whoo! Long chapter is long! I hope the rest of my future chapters will be this lengthy. I try to get my chapters as long as 6 pages, and if I'm able to stretch it some more, then great! So this chapter was a complete revision! My original intention was to have Rin have this huge crush on Sesshomaru, but then I did some thinking and brainstorming, and thought to myself this isn't going to work for what I have planned for this story. So in case Rin's personality isn't too clear for some of you, she's basically the type of girl that think the jocks shouldn't be idolized and allowed to skip class, and just be all around lazy jerks. She really doesn't too much care for them. R&R!