InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Perfect Standoff ❯ Chapter 8

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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A/N: sorry about focusing on Blake so much, I didn't think it would take this long to work him in.

Chapter 8:

Blake regained consciousness; he kept his eyes shut, listening. The instructions he received on POW situations surfacing in his mind. He feigned sleep, listening intently for sounds of life.

He lay there, forcing his breathing to be deep and even. This was what they had trained him to do. Then he started counting his breaths. One breath was maybe a little over a second long. He did the math in his head. 60 sec=1 min, max time holding breath=3 to 3.5 min 3*60=180 round to the next hundred up = 200 breaths. He resumed counting, 10…11…12…13… the sound of foot steppes alerted him, someone was walking down a hallway, A guard. There's one out there at least. 100…102…103…

Sesshomaru walked by the room where his half demon godson lay…Sleeping? Sesshomaru kept walking. He had to find Rin before the youth woke up. If not, then he was in for the fight of his life.

Rounding a corner, he started down a hallway. A rustle in one of the rooms caught his attention. Easing open the door, Sesshomaru entered the room that they had set aside for Their godson shortly after he was born, a little more than 17 years ago.

Rin was making the bed, fussing over the wrinkles in the bedding. “Rin,” Rin looked up, not at all surprised to find him standing there, “He's starting to wake up. You should go, I'll take care of this.”

Rin nodded, leaving the room quickly. Sometimes I wonder why I mated him, he never thinks his actions through.

Rin slowed down, sneaking up on the room, she wanted to spy on him, to make sure he was really asleep.

Blake Hadn't heard anything yet. 298…299…fuck it. Now where the hell am I? He opened his eyes. The room was well light (lighted?). The style of the ceiling reminded him of a kitchen. Puffing up his chest, he started to test his bonds.

The one over his neck came free easily; he wasn't as luck with the rest. They held tight. Pinning him to the table, or was it a counter. He couldn't tell from his position, even with his limited head movements.

Rin watched the half demon suddenly start struggling against his bonds. The strap over his neck gave in, the thin leather tearing. Rin waited another moment before she boldly walked into the room.

“Are you Blake Inu Toshki?” she asked in Japanese. The sound of her voice seemed to panic the half demon. She looked at him. The Facial features were those of the young man Sesshomaru Had mistakenly killed. His well defined nose wasn't either large or small, but rather well defined, it had a flat, almost diamond shaped flat spot on it, almost as though it was broken at one point, but there was no curve or angle to it. His thick, heavy eyebrows hung above his eyes, shielding them from sight. His jaw was sharp, well defined, ending his face. His cheekbones were not high but they were thick, making it look almost like they were.

The thing that didn't match the picture were his newly developed were his demonic features, the back length white hair, the triangular dog-ears which were also white, claws on his hands, the color of his eyes, now a golden brown, and the fangs. Rin paused; inu (dog) demons with dog-ears would have their ears on the move in such a situation. Blake's didn't even move, fixed in place, like a human's would be, pinned to his skull.

Blake heard a voice behind him. He panicked, thrashing against the straps. He didn't hear his name. He felt like he needed to escape. Something stirred inside him; his blood felt different, coursing through his body like poison. A voice approached him, a young woman's, maybe 26 or 27. It was speaking in a calming voice, it was Japanese, but it still sounded calming. He stopped struggling as hard, still tugging at his bond, “I don't speak any fucking Japanese!” he yelled violently throwing him self against the stretching straps. He could almost feel the straps break that time; one more lunge and he'd be free.

Rin covered her ears when he yelled. She recognized it as English, but didn't speak enough to understand. She pulled a syringe filled with sedative out of a black case on the counter next to her; he was going to need to calm down before she could get anywhere. Suddenly he lunged against the stretched out straps, almost breaking them. Rin hurried over, forcing his head down against the table, she plunged the tip of the needle into his jugular vein, emptying the syringe into his system. The sedative took affect immediately, the half demon trying to fight it off.

Blake was recovering for another assault on the straps, when he felt a needle puncture his neck, a fluid stemming into him from the needle's tip. The drug spread rapidly through his body, quickly slowing down his bodily processes and knocking him out.

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Sesshomaru finished with the bed; Rin would scold him if she saw the wrinkles in the sheets. Sesshomaru decided that it was worth the risk, pulling the covers tight over the bed. He tucked the blanket in at the foot of the bed. Pausing to survey his work, Sesshomaru's eyes drifted over to the backpack, papers, empty clips, and the pistol, all on the floor by the door. Sesshomaru walked over to the door, picking up the pile all at once. He crossed the room to the desk that had been placed across the small room from the bed and adjacent to a window.

Dumping the pile on the desk, Sesshomaru started going through it, pulling all the papers out and placing them neatly at the back, against the wall. Next he opened the backpack, a couple of thin, square, plastic boxes slid out and on to the table. On the cover of one was the picture of a young woman, her lips, and hair were blue, her skin was fair, her eyes obviously American. The background was orange, darker around the edges and fading to a lighter color in the middle, around the girl's face. The English words “EVE 6” and “horrorscope” presenting themselves, the band name and album. Flipping it over the members of the band looked back, muscular, and covered in tattoos, their hair spiked.

Picking up the next case he was faced by a white statue, shards flying out as the result of an explosion. The top read “Offspring” and “Splinter” as one word. He snorted in amusement; Rin would love her godson's music, if he stuck around. She had chewed him out pretty bad when he had first them brought this kind of music home, “devil music” as she called it. Rock really does suit the style of the music better than “devil music”. Sesshomaru smirked, reading through the rest of the cases. Three by `Linkin Park', 2 two by `Sum 41', one more by `EVE 6', and seven or so by `the Offspring'. Kid knows the good stuff. Sesshomaru thought, reflecting on the newest music Americans had invented, some awful noise called `rap.' He didn't really care if they liked it or not, just so long as they didn't share in traffic.

Pushing the stack of CD's back next to the pile of papers, Sesshomaru continued to look through the pack, finding a change or two of cloths. Picking the backpack up he went to put it down on the floor; He noticed that it was far too heavy for cloths. Pulling it back onto the desk he went through all the pockets. He was rewarded with a zipper that opened into the compartment between the main one and the one containing the zipper.

Opening it he saw an arsenal that would have killed him, had his godson come to kill him. Full clips for the pistol filled it. Pulling them out one by one, Sesshomaru placed them on the desk. Sesshomaru paused, pulling out a spare pistol, being careful not to touch the trigger, he ejected the clip from the handle before pulling open the breach.

The breach slid open smoothly, empty. The fact that his godson was not expecting to need it stirred a touch of guilt within Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru closed the breach, lowered the hammer, and replaced the clip in the handgun.

Resuming his search through the backpack he pulled out two more clips, totaling 10, enough for sustained combat. Sesshomaru's hand felt around the bottom of the bag, finding a box. Pulling it out it turned out to contain more ammunition, another hundred rounds. (a/n: that's 170 rounds for those who didn't do the math themselves, Blake doesn't need it but he packed it anyway.)

Sesshomaru was suddenly very glad that his godson wasn't planning murder; he had enough ammunition to tear the local gang to ribbons, by himself. Repacking the ammunition and pistol Sesshomaru closed the backpack and started for the Kitchen where Rin was supposed to be calming his godson down to the point where everything could be explained.

Sesshomaru arrived in the kitchen to find Rin replacing the leather straps with nylon ones with steel belting. “Rin does he really need those?”

“Yes, earlier it sounded like he was swearing to whip Japan off of the map. Didn't you hear?” Rin said locking the last strap in place.

“I got busy.” Stated Sesshomaru, walking over to the half demon. “Does he speak Japanese?” Sesshomaru pried open one eye, checking the pupils. They were still dilated meaning that the sedative was still in effect.

“Doubt it.” Rin said sourly, “You're going to have to explain it.” She left the room, leaving Sesshomaru alone with the task. The youth before wasn't going to want to listen.

Blake fought the sedative, the feeling of his blood subsiding. The room blinked in and out of focus, darkness eating at what he could see until it engulfed him. After his vision went his body also felt like it was detaching itself from him. He felt conscious, but like he wasn't, at the same time. Puzzled he started to “look around” he felt like he could, but not quite. A sound came from his right, like a fight.

Turning he “ran” toward it, two men with mid back length hair were fighting, one had white hair the other had dark brown-black hair. Blake ran faster, the white haired man seemed to be trying to kill the dark haired one.

Blake ran faster, the sound of his footsteps echoing off some unseen wall. His long hair swishing in front of his face as he checked his six, it was white. Wait a sec, long hair? My hair is short…WTF.

Balling his hands into fists he decked the white haired man, knocking him spread eagle on the floor. Caught by surprise the white haired man didn't move for an instant. Blake took the chance and pounced, driving his knees into the man's arms. The man let loose an inhuman snarrel (sp), fangs barred, like a dog's. Blake was startled by the fangs, but didn't miss a beat in punching the man. The first landed on the left side of his mouth, breaking off several teeth, including the fangs on that side. Blake slammed another fist into the man's mouth this time hitting the right, producing the same results, blood splattering both their faces.

Blake transferred more of his weight to the man's arms when he struggled to free himself. Something dug into his side, pain shooting through his body. Blake put all his strength into a punch to the man's temple, more blood spraying onto Blake, coating his shirt with more blood.

Blake kept slugging the man's face in random places near the eyes and temples. The amount of blood was astonishing, his own blood drenching him from his ribs down on his left side, the man's pooled on the floor, and soaked his shirt.

Blake got up, sure the man was unconscious, and he kicked him in the ribs for good measure. He crossed over to the dark haired man. He would worry about himself later; this man was cut up pretty bad, his flesh shredded to ribbons in places.

“Hey, you alright.” Blake knelt down next to him, tearing the sleeves off of his shirt, and started to clean the blood from the man's eyes.

The man nodded, allowing Blake to clean the blood out of his eyes. “I'm alright, nothing I can't handle.”

Blake did a double take, the man sounded just like him. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” The man hauled himself to his feet, refusing Blake's offer to help him up.

“So, what's the deal with you two?” Blake noticed his hair was long and white, not short and dark like it was supposed to be. “What the hell?”

The man looked over, wiping more blood off his face, “What? You think this is real?”

“It felt real, but I don't have long hair.” Blake thumbed a blood soaked lock.

The man sighed, “You won't understand, not now anyway.”

Blake watched the man fade, growing blurry. It felt like the sedative was knocking him out again. “FUCK!”

“FUCK!”

Sesshomaru started, his godson was coming around, out of unconsciousness. Only it looked more like he was waking up from a dream.

Standing up, Sesshomaru pulled his chair around, sitting in it backward, facing the hanyou (half demon).

Blake's eyes snapped open; he was back on the table, his side felt fine. So it was a dream. He pulled against the straps, they had been replaced.

Sesshomaru spoke up, “You're awake.” He used English, not wanting to get shut out before he confirmed who the half demon was.

Blake knew it was to late to try and play `sleep' so he answered, “yeah, so.” He tried to look toward the voice's source, but the strap over the neck was too tight.

“What is your name?” Sesshomaru asked in a flat, uninterested voice.

“Blake Inu Toshki, why, you gonna hold me hostage or kill me? Just so you know Sesshomaru Inu Toshki wont give a shit, I've never met him.”

Sesshomaru chuckled, the kid apparently had a bit of a death wish right now, “Do you know who your talking to, do you know who you came here to see, do you know who saved you life?”

Blake frowned, the questions were strung together like they all had the same answer. “First, no. second, Sesshomaru Inu Toshki my godfather, and I assume a bunch of doctors at hospital.”

“No,” Sesshomaru smelled the Blake's confusion. “That was one question, not three.”

“So which one are you?” Blake was even more uncertain. He added one and one and got two, the only name he gave was Sesshomaru's. Oh fuck…

“Your godfather, Sesshomaru.” Sesshomaru was enjoying himself, watching the frozen face and listening to the nonchalant voice of his godson, the smells were giving him away though, enough to fool a human, or a polygraph. “You messed up my yard earlier.”

Blake kept his cool, his mind was racing franticly beneath the surface though. “So I assume it was your bodyguard that killed me.” Blake's teeth were clenched, “just because I climbed the hill in one hour instead of three.”

“I must apologize for my hasty jump to the conclusion that you were an assassin.” Sesshomaru felt another twinge of guilt.

“True.” Blake couldn't stay angry, he just wanted to get on with his life. Deflating he said, “So now we're cool. Would you mind letting me up, I know of a neck or two that need snapping.”

“Of course, but we have a lot to discuss before nightfall.” Sesshomaru stood up, and flipping the releases in the straps.

“Whatever.” Blake's ears unpinned them selves as Blake relaxed, closing his eyes he never saw Sesshomaru while he was undoing his straps.

Blake sat up and opened his eyes, he was in a kitchen, windows lined two walls and a glass door led to a courtyard.

Glancing toward Sesshomaru Blake caught his reflection in a window. He felt his jaw drop.

“I wasted you!” Blake shouted, looked around for someone else. There was no one else in the room, just him and the white haired man. Sesshomaru must have left. Blake looked back at the man who faced him, “How the fuck are you alive? I put whole clip into you! Where is Sesshomaru, I got a bone to pick with him.” He remembered his reflection, “And what in FUCKING HELL did you do to me?”

Placing a counter between himself and the white haired man. He didn't want to get another clawed hand in his chest, which was healed. What the fuck!?!

The white haired man spoke, “I am a Demon.” It was a statement, a fact.

Blake didn't think so, but that didn't deter him, he wanted answers and he wanted them then and there. “Yeah, and I was killed in Afghanistan.”

Sesshomaru smirked, “Yes, you were killed in Afghanistan.” He pulled a notice of death from his pocket. “And I am Sesshomaru Inu Toshki, the one you fought on the yard.”

“Lets see some ID buddy.” Blake kept his distance, fear eating at his guts. That would be his down fall if he let it show. Blake knew, he had seen fear consume and destroy good soldiers in battle. Rallying himself, Blake channeled every ounce of fear into anger.

Sesshomaru looked like he was going to rip Blake apart as he pulled out his drivers licence, placing it on the counter between them.

Blake picked it up, comparing the photo on the licence to the man standing in front of him. He was getting even more scared and angry now. He was containing it, but only just.

“Come,” Sesshomaru turned away, heading for the wooden door behind Blake.

Blake nodded, wary of any tricks. He put ID down on the edge of the counter before circling away from Sesshomaru.

Sesshomaru picked up his ID and kept going, Blake following a few yards behind. Sesshomaru chuckled silently to himself, his godson was proving to be very smart already, and wary.

Sesshomaru heard Blake pause at every bend, checking for signs of a trap. Perhaps too wary. It is going to be hard to gain his trust.

After Several minutes of walking, Sesshomaru opened a door and walked into a large room with large windows and an astounding view of the bay and the rest of Tokyo. Blake was hesitant, and walked around the edge of the room, checking behind objects at random. Satisfied he had a chance of survival if it was a trap, he picked a chair facing Sesshomaru.

“I suppose you have more than a few questions.” Sesshomaru said, looking into Blake's eyes.

“Yeah, I do.” Blake said, “what the fuck happened to me, or rather what did you do to me.”

“I did nothing but break your seal.”

“Huh, yeah right.” Blake spat, “so what do you call these.” He pointed a finger at his ear, brandishing his hair in the other hand.

Sesshomaru sighed, there was no short, easy way to explain this. “Let me start at the beginning.”

Flashback

Sesshomaru lay back against the back of a couch. He looked around the room, it was not as nice as his own home, nor as big. Blake's father entered the room, his face was hard and warm.

“Hey man, glad you came to America for this.” Blake's father was in his early or mid twenties.

“It is very important to us that we know who is in our family.” Sesshomaru lied.

“Sure, whatever.” Blake's Father ignored the statement. “You want a beer?”

“No thanks” Sesshomaru declined the offer. He could smell the uncertainty on Blake's father. Naturally part of was that Blake's father was about to become a father, but Sesshomaru also smelled that the human doubted that Sesshomaru and his wife were actually related. He was right about that. They were members of the same pack and nothing more.

Blake's father grunted, rubbing the place on his shoulder where his wife had marked him as her's, the scar hidden. Sesshomaru watched as Blake's father shrugged off the pain and walked into the kitchen for a beer. Sesshomaru had been brought to his knees when Rin had their first child. Blake's mother had found a remarkable human for a mate, not as good as another demon, but better than any other human could be.

Blake's father returned, beer in hand. After a long draft Blake's father sat down, silence falling over the two.

In another minute or two the phone rang, Blake's father jumped up to answer it. After a couple seconds he came sprinted back into the living room, his beer bottle shattering in the sink.

“It's coming!” He tore back out of the room to get a set of keys. Sesshomaru walked out side to his rented sedan. He got in and started the engine. Backing out of the drive he started for the hospital.

He was parking at the hospital when the sound of a squealing tire hit his ears. Getting out he saw Blake's father speeding toward him. He was on a motorcycle, a Yamaha R6. Sesshomaru was always amazed by the skill some humans had on the machines. Sesshomaru took a giant leap toward the waiting room balcony, intent on beating the human up to the room. The human below shot through the open doors on the bike.

Landing on the balcony he stepped inside, only moments ahead of the human, who came around the corner into the room still mounted on the bike.

Sesshomaru noticed that the human was bleeding and the bike was more than a little the worse for wear.

Blake's father climbed off the bike, removing the key. He sat down in a chair and waited. Sesshomaru walked past while Blake's father closed his eyes and waited for the news.

Sesshomaru Instructed the nurse to not tell Blake's father about the delivery until he said it was all right. She nodded, after a little persuasion.

Sesshomaru walked down the hallway to the delivery room, waiting outside the door for the arrival.

After a few minutes and more than a few screams the hanyou was delivered, a son of a human father and an inu demon mother. Sesshomaru walked into the room, the nurses were debating the appearance of the new born. Blake's mother looked tired but happy, allowing the inu demon lord to inspect the newborn before murmuring an incantation to seal the Blake's true self from him, until it was time to let him know.

After the seal was placed Blake began to cry, unable to smell his mother anymore. Sesshomaru handed the infant to its mother and left the room, he approached the nurse and told her to let Blake's father know.

Sesshomaru left waiting room, and walked down the hallways, black skid marks leading him down the stairs, through some packed hallways, and finally out of the hospital. He walked toward his car, pausing briefly to look at the balcony where Blake was curled up between the arms of his mother and father. A happy family, and Blake would be safe from himself until his parents saw fit to tell him.

End Flashback

Blake stared at Sesshomaru, seeing but not quite believing. “So, you sealed all of this away from me, to keep me safe?”

“In short, yes.” Sesshomaru was surprised at how quickly Blake had accepted.

“So how was the seal broken?” Blake was concentrating on moving his ears.

“That happened when I killed you by mistake.” Sesshomaru was tempted to laugh at the expression on Blake's face as he focused even harder on moving his ears.

“Ok, so we're cool. You give me a place to stay, send me to school, etc. and we're even.” Blake laughed, dismissing his distrust of Sesshomaru. He didn't need to not trust the one who was going to be sending him to school. He'd keep his guard up anyway though.

“You need to meet Rin.” Sesshomaru said suddenly. “you two should make friends.”

“Does she speak English?” Blake asked a touch of uncertainty in his voice.

Sesshomaru shook his head no, This is going to be a long summer. Thought the two at the same time.

-Three weeks later-

Blake rolled over, wrapping his hair around his head for the ump-teenth time that week. He groaned in his sleep.

Sesshomaru walked past Blake's room, checking to make sure that he was still there. He had hired a tutor to teach Blake Japanese. It had been going well, Blake would get up at whatever time he did, and then start his lessons. The Lessons lasted 7 or 8 hours and Blake would absorb it all. Writing things down on paper, reciting it back he even studied after the lesson was declared over.

On the whole Sesshomaru was very impressed by the rate Blake was learning to read, write, and speak in Japanese. Sesshomaru Smiled to himself, Blake might even be fluent enough to go to school in the fall. Continuing down the hallway, Sesshomaru paused to admire the view out of one of the many windows before continuing his endless search for the correct paperwork.

Blake Rolled off the bed and onto the floor. THUD! Blake groaned again having landed on the floor. He was not getting enough sleep between learning Japanese and catching up on his math and history. He had asked for the curriculum the local school district had. He would be lucky if he made the regular schools right now, he had taken advanced classes before he dropped out to join the military, it was a start but just barely a toe hold. He had found a couple of text books in one of the libraries. He read through them, taking notes on the more important bits, the eras of Japanese history, culture, rulers, etc. He Had been working on his Math too, algebra 1, geometry, algebra 2, and a touch of trig. He was lucky to get to sleep by four in the morning.

He sat up, pushing the bedding back up on to the bed. He stood up and brushed the long white hair out of his eyes. He really wanted to get rid of it, but he couldn't. It grew back every time. He crossed over to his dresser, and grabbed his gray, cammo shorts off the floor and pulled them on over his black boxers. Day 6 he thought, Grabbing a nearby tan shirt, that was a short distance away in a wad.

He grabbed his socks and shoes (he has only one pair), and pulled them on. The red, and black runners conforming to his feet when he walked out of the room. He stopped at a vase and checked around for Sesshomaru before putting his hand in and pulled out a package of pop tarts. He opened them up and his nose picked up the scent of cinnamon and brown sugar.

He munched on one of the two pop tarts on his way to the kitchen. He was getting used to all the changes that had happened when his seal was broken. He had figured out how to use his ears properly, and was learning all the scents around the house. He would go outside but Sesshomaru had advised against it because of his demonic features. He greeted Rin in the kitchen and placed the pop tart in the toaster.

Rin greeted him in return and said something in Japanese he didn't understand. He turned his ears forward and looked at her, a bewildered look on his face. “Never mind,” She said.

Blake chuckled, `never mind' was the first thing he had learned to say. The toaster dinged and Blake retrieved his pop tart, using his claws to pull it out instead his fingertips like he had two years ago. He munched his way through this one while on his way to one of the many bathrooms.

He walked in and washed his face, shaved using his omnipresent combat knife, and brushed his teeth before he stared at his mess of hair. It was straight and smooth where it wasn't tangled. Reversing his combat knife he used the blunt back of the blade to pull out the worst of the tangles, before he sheathed his knife and started combing his hair. Damn stuff cant stay straight can it?

He brushed his teeth, just out of habit. Sesshomaru had told him that his demonic powers would take care of his teeth, heal the cavities, and blah blah blah. He wasn't taking any chances with his teeth, pulling floss out from between one of his k-9's and another tooth, especially not with these babies. He finished up by relieving himself. He checked a clock on the wall, 9:15; he had the time to get in a short work out and then a shower. He dropped where he was in the bathroom and did 50 one armed push-ups, and a bunch of crunches before he got up and wandered back to the shower.

He finished up at 9:52 and started for the front door, ready to let in his tutor. He arrived at the front door just in time for the doorbell. His tutor had red hair and looked not quite human, Blake wouldn't be surprised if he was a demon, it would explain why Sesshomaru let him know about Blake. He had learned a lot about the world in his first week of being a half demon, the works. The whole thing about Humans demons, and half demons, how he would be human one night each lunar cycle, everything.

“Morning, Shippo.” He said in English.

“Yeah it is nice out.” Shippo replied, “I still don't see why Sesshomaru wont let you out side.”

“He says its because of my demonic features, and how people would freak out.” Blake said in disgust. “Now teach me whatever it is you came here to teach me.” Blake said playfully punching Shippo on the shoulder.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully until six when Shippo left, leaving a patient, but confused, hanyou behind him.

Blake wandered off to the dinning room to poor over his notes at the end of his lesson. Shippo waited outside for Sesshomaru to come home, telling Blake that he had to be paid. Blake had accepted it as reasonable, not knowing what lying smelled like.

Shippo saw Sesshomaru coming around the corner of the house where the garage was and greeted him.

“How is it going Shippo?” Sesshomaru asked after greetings were over.

“Apart from the fact he looks and acts like Inuyasha minus the facial features he is doing well.” Shippo sighed thinking about Inuyasha, he hadn't seen either of them in 500 years. “He is learning quickly. In another few weeks it will only be comprehension and fluency. Basically he needs practice and time.”

“Good,” a look of concern flashed across Sesshomaru's face, “I'm afraid he'll burn out at this rate if it goes on for more than a couple of months.”

“Yeah,” Shippo agreed, “He never stops studying what I teach him, apart from sleeping”

“Yes he does, he has been teaching himself two years worth of schooling at night.” Sesshomaru looked at Shippo. “Why else do you think he asked for the curriculum?”

Shippo looked shocked, “He does even more than I see!”

“Yes he does,” a smile flashed across Sesshomaru's face, “he had been to hell and back as a human, and then kept going. He wont settle for an alternative school.”

“I guess he is more motivated than Inuyasha ever was.” Shippo sighed, he missed Inuyasha and Kagome so much ever since…

Blake was practicing his writing again, writing down a story, `To build a fire.' He sighed, the amount of Japanese he had learned so quickly faded fast if he didn't use it constantly. He forgot words all the time and had to look them up time and time again.

He sighed and put it away. He was getting a little bored with how little he got to do. If only Sesshomaru would let him out.

Blake looked at the calender, 6 more weeks of summer. He turned to face a stereo on the opposite wall from the window. Plucking up the remote he pressed the `power' `CD' and `play' play buttons simutaniously.

The lights on the front of the stereo came on and an American voice came through the speakers. “That's it just kick back, relax and enjoy the melodies” the voice said. Blake layed back on his bed reflecting on what his life was about to become, not far from normal, for once.

He was suddenly engulfed by the track following the intro track. A fast paced song called `Nitro' by the Offspring, it was almost frantic.

He started to fiddle with his new found demonic powers, focusing them into the palms of his hands, and letting them dissapate. Once he had made a quartet of silver streaks that had put some deep gouges on the back of his door, which he promptly covered with a poster of a photoshoped image of a snowboarder with angle wings, the caption read “welcome to heaven” in English on the bottom of the snowboard and on the left side in Japanese. Another was placed beneath this one displaying Chad Reed finishing just ahead of James Stewart, there was no caption, just the bikes crossing the finish line in midair.

He pulled out his text books and started on his history and math. He was making better progress with these than he was in his “forign language class.” The rest of the summer looked pretty bleak not counting the Offspring concerts that were coming up this fall. Sesshomaru had agreed to let him go. He would not stand out that much at an American-forign rock concert.

Blake put down his books and pulled out the ciriculem from under his mattress. He grinned, another 3 or 4 weeks until he could drop history and math. He might get some sleep yet this summer.

It had been an hour or so since shippo had left and sesshomaru was in the kitchen trying to get Rin to let Blake go to the Concert in august. It was not going well so far. Rin was firm in her beliefs that he would be discovered. Sesshomaru knew Blake would sneak out to go anyway, hell he was going to help him sneak out and take him there if he had to.

A/N: Sorry about the long wait, but I was on travel with my folks and I bought a laptop all my own. It has taken a while to set it up and I had to sacrafice my trip to Japan for the Offspring concert to buy it…oh well I couldn't afford the hotel after the tickets for the plane and concert and I didn't feel like bumming it when I don't speak a lick of Japanese. Why can't they just speak English everywhere, because English is the most KICK ASS LANGUAGE ON THE PLANET. More than 6000 words I think it was worth the wait.

No up date until I get 5 reviews signed and anonomus because that is how many I got on the last chapter.