InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Ride On! ❯ Chapter 3

Mid-July, 2005

 

 

InuYasha had been in America for a week; his body was finally back in shape after sleeping ridiculously odd hours for a few days.

 

`Stupid fucking jetlag.' It didn't help that the pressure on the plane had fucked with his ears and his sense of balance - something Sesshoumaru had actually broken out of his usual silence to smirk at! `Asshole.'

 

“Dinner is ready, InuYasha. You will eat with me and we will discuss plans for the next year or two.”

 

InuYasha blinked, staring through his open bedroom door at Sesshoumaru's retreating back. The two brothers had been doing their best to avoid each other - well, as well as they could while living in the same house.

 

In InuYasha's opinion, Sesshoumaru was ridiculously ambitious and probably wouldn't come home from his work if he didn't have to make sure InuYasha hadn't died in the hours he was left to his own devices. Sesshoumaru was fourth in command in the engineering and design division of the business; not a bad position for the 26-year-old youkai.

 

Sitting at the table, InuYasha stiffened under Sesshoumaru's obviously scrutiny. “What?”

 

“You will be in your 11th year of schooling here, correct?”

 

InuYasha snorted. “Yeah.” Maybe if he kept his answers short, this stupid “family dinner” would end and he could escape back to his room.

 

“The education here is admittedly poor; you will unfortunately be attending a public school.” Sesshoumaru's face took on a reproachful expression as he pulled out an envelope from somewhere beside him. “Your grades are abysmal and your old school says you have an `attitude problem.' You will not embarrass our family's good name. You will raise your grades and graduate with honor. You will behave as is expected the son of a strong taiyoukai.” It was the longest speech Sesshoumaru had made since InuYasha met him; a sign his half-brother was deathly serious.

 

`Fuck that. I'm not taking shit from nobody, especially at school.' InuYasha growled at the memories of the shit he'd dealt with at his old school. He'd let the world know just how “weak” hanyou could be… his ears drooped, though, at the thought of how disappointed his mother had been every time he'd gotten into a fight. He'd never tell her that he fought for her honor, to combat the shit his asshole classmates bandied around about the kindest woman InuYasha would ever know; she didn't deserve to hear it from her own son.

 

Sesshoumaru smoothly interrupted InuYasha's train of thought. “We will be dining with the Higurashi family tomorrow night. You will make yourself presentable and keep a leash on your tongue.”

 

“The whos?” InuYasha spat. He didn't want to go have dinner with some fuddy-duddy family. Hell, he didn't want to be here at all! Son of a bitch, but he hadn't chosen to come life with Sesshoumaru… the least the asshole could do was leave him the hell alone…

 

Sesshoumaru looked like he would have liked to sigh if he had any less self-control. “The Higurashi family. Kenji Higurashi is my superior at work. You have met his daughter; she accompanied me to the airport.” Sesshoumaru had an indistinguishable look on his face as he imparted this information…

 

InuYasha didn't notice it. “The wench?” His left ear twitched as he recalled the lovely blabbermouth who'd been in the car. What was her name? Kigami? Kaname? Ka-something, he was sure of it. Kagome? The last one seemed right… something in him twitched again - a feeling he had associated with jet lag at the airport. `Fuck, what the hell?' Somewhere, deep inside, a pleased purr echoed.

 

InuYasha lifted his head just in time to see a very small satisfied smile appear on Sesshoumaru's face. He wasn't sure what to make of his half-brother's obvious amusement… nor the strange reaction he'd had to the wench.

 

God damn it, she had no right to throw him into turmoil without even being there!

 

“I'm going outside,” InuYasha announced, standing abruptly.

 

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InuYasha stood snarling in a polo shirt and jeans, tugging unhappily at his collar. “Why the fuck am a dressed like a pansy, again?”

 

A lesser youkai would have rolled his eyes. Sesshoumaru merely let out a very tiny snort of annoyance; his patience was running thin. “My guardianship of you proves my ability to lead and provide. You will make a good first impression with my superior.” After a moment, he added, “You did, of course, fail to do so with his daughter.”

 

InuYasha rolled his eyes. Like he cared what the wench thought. He pushed down the tiny voice in the back of his mind that he did care - very much so, in fact. `Feh. Not like I know her well enough to care about her opinion.'

 

Sesshoumaru had only just rung the bell when both youkai and hanyou heard a muffled and yet unmistakably angry shriek… followed shortly by thumps of somebody obviously falling down a flight of stairs. InuYasha raised a brow at Sesshoumaru, who hadn't so much as batted an eyelash.

 

“Ah, Sesshoumaru! This must be your younger brother?” A kind-faced man - probably in his 50s, InuYasha estimated - opened the door and motioned for both to step inside.

 

“Half-brother,” InuYasha corrected automatically, looking around and taking in the various scents in the new ground. His ears twitched like tiny satellites to catch each sound as he systematically discounted each as a threat.

 

He wouldn't put it past Sesshoumaru to drop him off in hostile territory and take off.

 

Sesshoumaru was about to start making introductions when what sounded like two people began darting toward where they stood in the entryway. Both Sesshoumaru and InuYasha turned their heads to the hallway; Mr. Higurashi pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering a, “Pardon me,” before shouting, “Souta! Kagome! Knock it off, we have company!”

 

Boyish laughter trailed from the hallway along with footsteps coming toward them at a fairly impressive clip. Suddenly a blue and white flash - a boy, the aforementioned Souta, InuYasha guessed - zipped in between the trio. His socks caught on the wood flooring, however, and his forward momentum was hampered by his flailing arms.

 

Mr. Higurashi caught the boy by the back of the shirt, scowling as he noticed the bright pink bra in the kid's hand.

 

“Souta! I swear to all the kami you are going to-” InuYasha's attention went from the bra (he hoped he wasn't blushing) to the hallway entrance yet again as Kagome made her appearance...

 

Sopping wet, dressed in nothing but a fluffy white bath towel - covering her from the tops of her breasts just above mid-thigh.

 

InuYasha gaped and nearly choked on his tongue. `Oh… holy fucking shiiiiiiit…'

 

Kagome shrieked, flushed, and spun on her heels to escape the entryway… where Souta was now on the floor laughing.

 

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The Taisho brothers left shortly after dinner; it had been a stilted affair, with Kagome turning every possible shade of pink and gradually moving on into the reds… she refused to look directly at InuYasha, which made things rather uncomfortable, since he'd been sitting directly across from her.

 

InuYasha had been both amused by her mortification and yet had an almost undeniable impulse to hide her, to protect her from the uncomfortable feelings even he knew he was the cause of… what fucking sense did that make?

 

Of course, he couldn't look at her at all… not without picturing her as she'd looked obviously just out of the shower, panting with exertion… `Fuck! Stop thinking about it!' Instead, he'd listened as Sesshoumaru and Mr. Higurashi made small talk about work and answered Mr. Higurashi's questions about his background.

 

Once back on “home turf,” Sesshoumaru followed InuYasha up to his room when the teen tried to make his escape. “Kagome… you have feelings for her, obviously. Why did you not act?”

 

Well, that was both unexpectedly direct and unnecessary.

 

“What the fuck?” InuYasha demanded with a low growl. “Are you my brother or my fucking proctologist? Get the hell out of my ass and leave me the fuck alone!”

 

“Do not play me for a fool,” Sesshoumaru commanded. “The scents, the looks; you don't know her and yet are drawn to her. A true youkai would not have let a prime opportunity pass…”

 

InuYasha wasn't sure whether Sesshoumaru was talking about her being mostly naked or the dinner afterward… “I'm hanyou, anyway, asshole. And for fuck's sake, get out of my room!” InuYasha flopped on his bed, unwilling to have this discussion. Especially with the Ice Prince himself, damn it! He'd much rather be lying in bed thinking about those kami-forsaken mile-long legs…

 

“I have seen this behavior before, InuYasha,” Sesshoumaru said… a strange tone in his voice, InuYasha warily noted. Then again, Sesshoumaru was already taking a far too keen interest in what could, maybe at some point far in the future, become some form of familiarity…

 

“Go. Away.”

 

“You're acting just like father did.”

 

 

A/N:

This is a story based on a series of prompts for the LiveJournal community un_love_you.

There will be 30 chapters, one for each prompt.

Prompt: “You remind me of someone.”

 

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any other characters from the anime/manga.  They all belong to Rumiko Takahashi.