InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Surrender Yourself ❯ Three ( Chapter 3 )

Inuyasha gaped at the room he and Miroku would be sharing, not quite believing what he was seeing. Compared to his room at home, it was rather . . . huge. Not that his room was small, it was just . . . well, he and Sesshomaru had lived in a place that Sesshomaru could afford on a teacher's salary so it had been a rather modest home. The bedrooms had been, of course, moderately sized. His new room was simply beyond his wildest dreams.

 

Of course, Miroku had deemed to be on the smallish side but he wasn't about to complain. Not when it gave him close proximity to a certain silvery-white haired male, he had said. Inuyasha's cheeks still burned at his lover's implications.

 

`As long as no one's around when he decides he wants to seduce me, I'll be fine,' Inuyasha told himself, shaking off his shock at the size of the room. He walked over to where his closet was and set about the task of unpacking his belongings. Not that he had that much to unpack. He'd brought very little with him from home to actually make the room a little like home. Sesshomaru had, at one point, had a hard time making ends meet so customizing his bedroom had not been an option.

 

`Don't need much anyway,' he thought with a smile as he placed a picture of his parents, now deceased, on the desk. `Not when I have them with me at all times.'

 

“Not bad,” a voice commented. “They your parents?”

 

Startled, Inuyasha whirled around to see a dark-haired male standing in the doorway to his room. Amusement glinted in his crimson eyes.

 

“I'm sorry,” he purred. “I didn't mean to startle you.”

 

“You didn't,” Inuyasha quickly shook his head, trying to calm his racing heart. “I'd just expected you to walk on by . . .”

 

“I see,” the male smirked. “Inuyoukai, correct?”

 

“Hai,” Inuyasha nodded, his mouth going dry. He'd never really been a social person, especially after his discovery of his feelings towards Miroku. Deep down, he knew that it was a fear of losing those closest to him. His parents had died when he was very young but he could still recall how close he'd been to them, how badly their deaths had affected him. Because of that, he didn't do well in social situations.

 

“That's cool,” he murmured. “Name's Naraku. What's yours?”

 

“Inuyasha . . .”

 

“Really?” Naraku raised an eyebrow at that, still quite amused. “Your parents had a sense of humour, didn't they?”

 

“Yeah . . . I guess . . .” Inuyasha immediately averted his gaze. Talking about his parents wasn't something he liked to do. Not with the pain constantly fresh in his heart.

 

“I didn't offend you, did I? If I did, I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention . . .”

 

Inuyasha smiled a little as his gaze returned to the welcomed intruder to his room.

 

“It's all right,” he assured the other male. “You didn't offend me.”

 

“Uh-huh.” Naraku stepped closer to him until they were a breath apart. “You hungry?”

 

“Pardon?” Inuyasha blinked.

 

“Are you hungry? I think the cafeteria's opened right now . . . one of them should be, anyways. If you don't want to stay there, we can always get it to go and go back to my room. That is, if you want to . . .”

 

Something about the way Naraku said that triggered something within Inuyasha. It had been so breathy . . . almost lust-filled . . .

 

He felt heat coiling up in his belly. Inuyasha nodded quickly, though he wasn't entirely sure why he was agreeing to it. He just knew that he wanted to.

 

“Then let's go.” Naraku turned and headed for the door. Inuyasha started to follow him then remembered about Miroku.

 

“Hold on. I need to leave a note for my roommate.”

 

`So he doesn't worry about me . . .'

 

“Sure thing,” Naraku smiled. Inuyasha returned the smile before quickly jotting down his note and leaving it on Miroku's desk. Grabbing his keys, Inuyasha locked and closed the door behind him, following his newfound friend to the café.

 

* * *

 

Miroku couldn't believe his luck! Not only did he have a very hot-looking boyfriend in Inuyasha but he had just met the cutest twin sisters ever! And both girls wanted him! They'd told him as much a few minutes after they'd started talking to him.

 

Their confessions had nearly caused a fight between the two girls but Miroku quickly intervened. After all, he didn't see why he couldn't have both of them at the same time. Not that he'd really ever tell them that but he knew that he could keep dreaming.

 

`And, oh, the things I can think up,' he smirked to himself as he and the twin sisters, Kikyou and Kagome Higurashi, walked towards one of the many cafes on campus. They each understood that they wouldn't be able to treat each other to a meal. Campus rules were rather strict about how often a person could eat in one day. Still, Miroku didn't mind. Once he got a little cash back from his loans and scholarships, he knew that he'd be able to treat them to a restaurant somewhere in Tokyo.

 

`Of course, I'll have to take Inuyasha out as well,' he told himself, smiling at the two beauteous creatures he had his arms wrapped around. `Then afterwards . . .'

 

There was just something about Inuyasha that absolutely drove him crazy. Sure, he liked the ladies. After all, he'd find himself a gorgeous lady, like one of the ones he was currently holding, to settle down with and have a family. That had always been a goal of his, to have a family. He just needed the right kind of job to be able to attract and support the woman of his dreams.

 

However, that didn't mean to say that he didn't love or care for Inuyasha. The hanyou had certainly made a presence for himself in Miroku's life. What they had, though, wasn't something he expected to last. Inuyasha couldn't give Miroku what he wanted the most, and they both knew it.

 

`But he's mine for now,' Miroku consoled himself, giving the twins each one of his dazzling and charming smiles. They entered the café, Miroku not even noticing Inuyasha as he left with another guy.

 

* * *

 

“So . . . what are you majoring in?” came the quiet inquiry. Inuyasha raised his head to see crimson eyes staring intently at him. He and Naraku had just finished their food and were now watching a movie. The dark-haired male had absolutely insisted that he stay for a while and relax. Once Inuyasha had agreed, they'd both sat in silence.

 

Until now.

 

Inuyasha thought for a moment, recalling what he'd written down on his application. It was something he and his older brother had sat down to talk about. Sesshomaru had made it very clear that, whatever Inuyasha decided to do, it had to be based on Inuyasha's desires alone and not what he thought others expected of him. He smiled a little as he thought about it.

 

“Art,” he replied.

 

“Art? Are you going into animation or something?”

 

“No,” Inuyasha shook his head. “Art appreciation. If anything, I'll end up as an art curator in a museum somewhere.”

 

“Oh . . . I see . . .”

 

“What about you?” Inuyasha asked. “What are you majoring in?”

 

“Not sure yet,” Naraku shrugged. “I keep thinking music . . . you know, be like in a rock band or something and have a degree . . . but then I think about possibly acting. I don't know. I haven't really decided yet.”

 

“I'm sure you'll be a success at what you do,” he smiled.

 

“That's good,” Naraku purred, inching closer to him. “I'm very glad to hear you say that . . .”

 

A warm pair of lips brushed against his as one of Naraku's hands gently squeezed his thigh. Inuyasha's eyes widened, not because it was another male kissing him, but it was a male who was not his boyfriend. He immediately skittered away, his cheeks tinged red from embarrassment and shame.

 

“I . . . I have to go,” he quickly stammered before bolting out of the room.