InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ One More Try at the Big "L" ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Beginning of Prologue::

 

 

 

 

Jakotsu sighed, content in his lover's arms. It had been a long time since he had loved someone, anyone, like this. He had missed the sensation greatly, longed for it even. He was just about to give up any hope of ever loving again, when he had met his current partner in a coffee shop about a month ago. They had taken to each other instantly, and their relationship had moved quickly throughout the last month. So quickly, in fact, that they were now sharing a bed.

 

Jakotsu rolled over to look at his lover. A pale complexion, even with the excessive amounts of time spent in the outside world. Long, silky hair, down to the waist. Beautiful deep eyes, when they were open. Eyes that someone could get lost in, easily. Jakotsu had been lost in them many times, only found again by his new companion's kisses.

 

Jakotsu traced the curve of his lover's cheek, silky soft supple skin giving way slightly under his finger. He reached down to kiss his friend awake.

 

“Hmm? Wha…?” His lover murmured, still waking up. “Oh, Jakotsu. Good morning. Ack! How long have you been awake?”

 

Jakotsu laughed lightly. “Not long. Don't worry about it.”

 

“I'm such a bad host…”

 

“No. You are a very good host. But…you aren't the host. This is my apartment. I'm the host.” Jakotsu smiled. “Sometimes I think you try too hard to make sure everyone around you is happy. Why not concentrate on yourself once in a while?”

 

“I like to serve people. It makes me happy to see you happy. That's why I work in a coffee shop. Coffee makes people happy, ready for the new day. A lot of people start dating in coffee shops—they are good places to start a romance. Ours started in a coffee shop.”

 

“Yes, it certainly did! …But I don't understand. You are the child of royalty. Why do you always try to serve people??”

 

“I don't want to be spoiled.”

 

“I'm spoiled.” Jakotsu sighed again.

 

“You aren't spoiled. What's wrong? Why are you sighing??”

 

“Nothing! Everything is very, very right. It was a sigh of happiness.” He smiled. “I love you so much.”

 

“I love you too. …Oh, shit. What time is it?”

 

“Er…” Jakotsu leaned over the side of the bed to look at the little clock on the table. “Only Seven thirty. We have plenty of time. Man, why do we get up so early???”

 

“I dunno…. Come on. Let's get dressed and go for a walk in the park or something.”

 

“As opposed to let's not get dressed and go for a walk in the park anyway?”

 

Laughter met Jakotsu's statement. Jakotsu smiled; he loved making people laugh, especially the ones he loved. “That would be fun too, but we might get arrested. And no one wants that!”

 

“We wouldn't get arrested for going around naked if we took a walk in the University of California, Berkeley. You're allowed to be naked and public there.”

 

“But we aren't in Berkeley, we're in Tokyo, and we are not going to the US just to be naked.”

 

“Why? It's not like we don't have enough money.”

 

“Maybe you have enough money, mister I'm-the-son-of-the-largest-apartment-business-owner-in-Tokyo. I don't.”

 

“Oh, come on, that's not true! You are the Emperor's first-born son, Sesshomaru! You have plenty of money.”

 

“Shhh!!! People aren't supposed to know that! You're such a screw-ball, Jakotsu,” Sesshomaru said, and laughed.

 

“What's a screw-ball? Ah, who cares? If you call me that and laugh it must be good.”

 

“You're so weird…”

 

Jakotsu laughed, then got out of bed. He pulled on some clothes, a black muscle shirt with red writing that said “…Do I know you?” on it. A pair of boxers and baggy jeans finished the outfit. Sesshomaru looked at him, a thin smile playing across his face.

 

“I love that shirt. Where'd you get it?”

 

“Umm… I forget. Maybe the Easter bunny. Maybe my mom. Maybe Santa Claus?”

 

“Santa is a stalker…”

 

Jakotsu laughed, then sang off key, “He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good…”

 

“Ah! Stop singing. You know Santa scares me.”

 

Jakotsu bowed mockingly. “As you wish, Lord Emperor.” He ruined the moment by bursting out laughing.

 

Moments later, they emerged from Jakotsu's apartment. Sesshomaru had decided (based on the conversation) on a red shirt with white lettering, featuring the words “Santa is a stalker.” He let Jakotsu braid his hair—he wasn't sure where exactly Jakotsu had learned how to braid, but wearing his hair out long was always a bad idea. The emperor, as well as his sons' trademark was the long, silver hair. His golden eyes were bad enough—Sesshomaru didn't need any more notice than what he got. With a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, walking around in the park hand-in-hand with Jakotsu, he looked just like a girl.

 

Sesshomaru didn't mind at all, looking like a girl. It meant less of a fuss. The media couldn't find him when he was masquerading as a girl, and if Jakotsu ran into friends who didn't know about him being gay, it was a good camouflage for them both.

 

“Jakotsu!” a girl yelled, then ran over to them, her boyfriend in tow. Sesshomaru flinched. He was three years older than Jakotsu so of course most of Jakotsu's friends were three or four years younger than him too(Since most of his friends are friends from school, and the cut off for the school year is in April, Jakotsu has some friends that are his year and some a year younger). One of Jakotsu's friends from school was Kagome. She and Jakotsu were pretty close. Sesshomaru knew that. He also knew his little brother was going out with a girl named Kagome. He just never made the connection before: his boyfriend's friend was dating his brother. Simple, yet complex. And there was no way Inuyasha wouldn't recognize Sesshomaru, even disguised as he was. I mean, he had a dog's nose.

 

“Hey…Kagome…” Jakotsu said, taking care to not look at Sesshomaru. “Um, hi Yash.”

 

“Hey…” Inuyasha said, staring at Sesshomaru. Kagome hit him.

 

“YOU BASTARD!!! Stop staring at other girls!! Geez!!”

 

Jakotsu laughed. “I wouldn't worry, Kagome. See you `round. And Inuyasha?” Jakotsu called over his shoulder as he walked by them. “Close your mouth. It's unbecoming to stand around staring with your mouth hanging open—it makes you look like a cow.”

 

When they were out of hearing range, Sesshomaru turned to Jakotsu. “God, I can't believe he got up this early just to go to a park with his girlfriend. And the same park we go to!”

 

“You got up early to go to a park.”

 

“Yeah but I'm nineteen.”

 

“So? I got up this early to go to a park, and I'm sixteen. And Inuyasha and Kagome are fifteen, and they are in my class. It's kinda the same thing.”

 

“Yeah, but…”

 

“Don't worry about it! Everything will be fine.”

 

“Even if my brat of a brother found out about you?”

 

“He's not that bad. Not as bad as Whatsisface, Hojo. Now there's bratty.”

 

Sesshomaru laughed. “I don't get what you don't like about him. He seems nice enough to me, for a sixteen-year-old.”

 

Jakotsu glared at Sesshomaru. “I'm sixteen. Don't forget it! …Man, I'm hungry now…”

 

“You're always hungry. Lets go get something to eat. There's a street vendor with something that smells warm and sweet over there.”

 

“He has blue skin. That's so cool! I'm so glad your dad made all the demons citizens. Now they don't have to hide and steal anymore. Poor people. Excuse me, sir? Can I have two slices of French Toast?” Jakotsu asked the blue-skinned demon.

 

“Y.13,900”the demon grunted.

 

“'K, just a sec,” Jakotsu said, pulling yen from his pocket. “Here. Thank you!”

 

The demon nodded, accepted his money and gave him the two slices. Jakotsu handed one to Sesshomaru, who nodded in thanks. Together the two walked off.

 

“Mmm…I love cinnamon,” Jakotsu sighed happily as he took a big bite.

 

“`C-c-c-cinnamon lips and candy kisses on my tongue. Fu~un. B-b-b-buttery eyes if only cries could come from those eyes. O~oh. Have you landed yet? And, if so, would you let me know? I'm tired of looking up into those starry eyes. Does it rain where you are? does it snow? And, if so, remind me not to go there. The weather affects my knee. I've never felt this way before.' Hmm… I remember that song, but not where I last heard it. Or anything else about it…” Sesshomaru said thoughtfully.

 

“C-c-c-cinnamon Lips, by OK Go, and you probably heard it on my stereo. I love that song.”

 

“Ah, that's right! Heh. Seems like that song is always on at least once when I'm at your place.”

 

“It probably is.” The two continued walking for a while, just randomly across the park. It was huge, covering multiple blocks. They spent more than an hour, just walking, talking enjoying being in each other's company. All too soon it was ten o' clock - - time for Sesshomaru to be at work. He was late, but it didn't matter. He was always late. It was like, his thing. The only time he had shown up on time the manager had gotten so freaked out he had wet his pants. Sesshomaru never came on time to work again, after that.

 

“Come on, I have to get to work. Let's go,” Sesshomaru said. The park was right close to the coffee shop, so they didn't have to walk far. Both of them walked quietly, side by side, lost in his own thoughts. Jakotsu was experienced at doing it - - he could space out and pay attention at the same time. That's how he saw the traffic light when Sesshomaru did not.

 

“SESSHOMARU!!!!” Jakotsu yelled, jumping to push Sesshomaru out of the way of an on-coming stretch limo. Taking the full blow of the speeding vehicle. “I love you,” he whispered - - and died.

 

Sesshomaru stared at him, tears welling up in his eyes. He was shaking, staring at Jakotsu, but he couldn't do anything but watch as the blood stopped flowing: no pulse left to push it out. “Jakotsu…” he whispered. “JAKOTSU!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!” and he broke down crying. He knelt next to Jakotsu and grabbed his hand, the warmth slipping away quickly out in the November air.

 

The driver who had hit him stopped and got out. “Oh, Kami…I'm so sorry! Is he OK?” Sesshomaru didn't turn his tear-stained face away from Jakotsu. He couldn't look away. He couldn't speak. He couldn't move, could hardly pull in a ragged breath and send it out again. “Excuse me… hello? I asked you a question. It's polite to answer. Oh my God! Sesshomaru?”

 

Sesshomaru tore his gaze away from Jakotsu and looked up into frantic eyes behind him. His breath caught in his throat. It was his father's limo driver. His Father's limo driver. “Jaken…” Sesshomaru whispered. “Oh, shit… Jaken, you don't know me! I'm a random girl and you don't know me OK??? Jaken, don't tell anyone.”

 

Jaken nodded, then turned as he heard the limo door open and then close. “Jaken? What's taking so long? What did we hit?”

 

“Er…a human boy, sir.”

 

“Well what are you standing around for?! Call an ambulance!”

 

“Yes sir!” Jaken yelled, and ran to get a cell phone from the car. He dialed 119 quickly (In Japan, instead of 911 they call 119) and told the person on the other end the situation. An ambulance arrived quickly, and paramedics checked Jakotsu's health. One shook his head. “I'm sorry, he's dead.”

 

Inutaishou looked at the paramedic. “Is there anything I can do?” he asked. Being the Emperor, it wouldn't look good on his record if he ran someone over and didn't do anything. Not that that hadn't been don't before, of course. There were many Emperors that had been involved in car accidents one way or another.

 

The paramedic smiled. “Not really. You could give that poor girl a ride to where ever she needs to be, I suppose.”

 

Sesshomaru let the shock run across his face. “No! Jakotsu…” he whispered.

 

“Come on, er…what is your name? We should go. I can take you home - - where do you live?”

 

Sesshomaru turned and looked at his father. “I don't want him to leave…”

 

“Sesshomaru?!? What the - - what is going on?!?!?! Who was he? How do you know each other? And why is your hair like that? Come on, let's get in the car.” Inutaishou whispered and pulled his son into the limo.

 

“His name is Jakotsu, and we've been dating for the last month. And my hair is like this because neither of us appreciate the media coming in and watching me, then publishing stories that aren't true! Besides, he likes to braid my hair. …well, he did, anyway.”

 

“…I guess I just don't understand why you didn't tell me. I've been pressuring you to get a girlfriend lately, I know. But if you had told me there was someone…”

 

“You would have freaked! I'm the heir, and I'm gay. How would that make our family look?”

 

“I don't care. If it makes you happy, it's fine with me. I'm sure your mother will feel the same.”

 

“Inuyasha's mother, you mean. She's not mine and she never will be. I wish you would stop trying to make me think she is biologically related to me! I didn't believe you when I was four, and I don't now either.” As they drove by the coffee shop, Sesshomaru told Jaken to stop the car.

 

“Sesshomaru-sama? Do you want coffee or something? Give me your order, I'll go get it for you.”

 

“No, that's OK Jaken. Thanks though.”

 

“Sir, please. Let me get it for you.”

 

“Jaken, I don't want anything. I work here.”

 

Inutaishou looked at his son, startled. “I didn't know you worked at a coffee shop!”

 

“There's a lot you don't know about me. I mean, it's not like you ever spend time with me. It's always Inuyasha-this and Inuyasha-that. I may be your heir but it would take a blind man to see I'm not your favorite. Bye.” Sesshomaru got out of the car and ran in side. Inutaishou sighed and told Jaken to go, they were blocking the parking.

 

“Sesshomaru-sama, you're later than usual! Is something wrong?” asked a co-worker, a sweet young girl named Sarah.

 

“Nothing is wrong. I just need some time to think, ok? I'm sorry I'm so late.”

 

“That's OK!”

 

“Thanks…”

 

 

 

 

 

:: End of Prologue.