Halo

 

Edit: Sorry about the format earlier, but I managed to fixed it! >_<

 

HALO

 

CHAPTER 2: HE NEEDS TIPS FROM BATMAN

 

“Fuuuuuuuck.”

 

Yes, that’s right. Just. Just. Fuck it all.

Inuyasha sighed and slowly shielded his weary eyes from the bright light that had been raping the shit out of his sensitive eyes for the last half an hour or so. He hadn’t had a wink of sleep last night, no thanks to the touchy-feely president! God, he could just feel the dark burns under his eyes! And as he stared at the time on the clock that was telling him he’d better rush his ass, he knew today was going to be a horrible day. Another quick sigh and he was in the washroom, reluctantly getting ready for school.

 

The bus was rather slow today, Inuyasha noticed, as he took the beautiful scenery from one of the seats in the back. The luscious forest was a promise that the front entrance of his school would soon come into view. And nature didn’t lie.

 

Moments later, Inuyasha spotted the large gates of the famous “Western Lands” Academy rising from the horizon like the thorns of a rose. As much as he hated attending there because of the ridiculously snobbish students, it was the only school wealthy enough to offer him a full scholarship. Sad, yeah, he knows. But the reality of the situation was that he simply couldn’t afford to pay the full or even partial tuition at any other private schools.

 

Sure, there were public high schools that wanted him—badly even, because he always managed to keep the most impressive grades and resume—but he knew they would eventually ask him for money too. Fundraisers, school trips, food, even exams! He didn’t care what anyone else thought, but money was the most sought-after celebrity in the universe. And it can go fuck itself. Personifications aside, Inuyasha was convinced he was the type that didn’t attract or get along with celebrities of any kind or level—human or not—and that included the man currently getting out of the black limousine which bore the school’s logo, up front.

 

Inuyasha made a face behind Sesshomaru’s back and readjusted his glasses again before lifting himself up and exiting the bus. He crossed the street and hid behind some taller students while crouching slightly, completely hiding himself from the king’s view. Not too much effort was necessary, really, since the large crowd of women—and men—was doing a pretty fun job.

 

But god, he seriously couldn’t wait for second semester to start! He’d be able to leave his dinky apartment and move into the new school residence then! His scholarship included housing and provisions, but they had announced the start of renovations and the constructing of new buildings to accommodate more students at the beginning of this year and it did a toll of Inuyasha’s sanity.

 

It was nice for the school to offer the students with scholarships money for accommodation off-campus for the full first semester as compensation, but there were still travel troubles. Inuyasha had been smart to use only one third of the monthly donations. As a result, his piggy bank was now bordering obese, but one sacrifice he had been forced to make was time.

 

His dinky apartment was at least 2 hours away from school, even by bus. First of all, he wasn’t a morning person. Like, not even the slightest. Second of all, the route the bus took was so full of holes and ditches and hugeass bumps, all threatening to bruise his ass cheeks to infinity and beyond. And lastly, the bus’s service schedule was so fucked up that for the first time in his entire life, Inuyasha had to seriously worry for his perfect attendance. So yeah, second semester, please come soon before you cause any human implosions happen, okay?

 

What with all these prayers in his head, Inuyasha reached the gates in no time. A glance at his watch told him he had barely half an hour to rush to the washroom and get his contacts on before first period would begin. It was the one finishing touch that he unfortunately had no time to complete for fear of missing the god forsaken bus.

 

Sighing again, he calmly walked into the main building and headed toward the washrooms, trying his best to remind himself that a certain someone who was currently at the said building’s main entrance didn’t know what he looked like—that he hadn’t given any piece of himself anyway, that he was certainly safe from harm, that he will forever be the quiet, invisible nerd in the farthest corner of the classroom. Keep it cool, Inuyasha, he’s totally clueless.

 

As an extra measure, he took a round about route to his final destination just so they would be as far away as possible. But all his confidence depleted the minute he arrived in the empty washroom. They were gone. His contacts couldn’t be found anywhere in his tote bag. Even when he unloaded every single book, tool, and trinket, the final piece of his disguise didn’t appear.

 

“What. The. Fuck.” He blatantly exasperated, hearing a faint echo. “Where are they?” Even now, he was scratching every corner of the bottom of his bag. “I didn’t touch them this morning! It has to be in here!”

 

“What has to be in where?”

 

“My contacts! I’m sure I put them in my bag last night! Shit, where…” Inuyasha froze instantly.

 

There was someone else in the washroom. Wait, no, that’s not it. What’s it is, why the fuck hadn’t he noticed?! He was sure it was empty!

 

Okay, okay, it’s okay. Just act quickly to avoid any suspicion. Be as uninteresting as possible and the guy’ll forget you in no time flat. It’s not like he hadn’t run into this sort of trouble before. He’s only a teeny tiny bit shaken up because he hadn’t expected to lose his contacts.

 

Inuyasha pulled his thick, nearly-opaque-for-the-audience glasses up to completely cover his eyes as he stood weakly, already in nerd mode.

 

“Nothing.” He calmly stated as he turned around to face his slight miscalculation.

 

No. Inuyasha was wrong.

 

The biggest miscalculation of his life. Why the hell did this guy keep popping up out of nowhere?!

Oh but don’t be fooled—although he was freaking the fuck out in his head, his face had remained utterly indifferent throughout.

 

“Perhaps I can be of assistance?” Sesshomaru asked politely. But Inuyasha recognized it was an act, knew that familiar counterfeit tone he himself often used far too well. And he was stunned. Only a little though, to hear and ascertain such a thing the first time he talks to the almighty king.

 

“No, I’m fine. Thanks.” Inuyasha nodded in respect and appreciation, but that only made him become conscious of the fact that Sesshomaru could potentially recognize any of his personal items from last night… and in particular, the beanie that was at this very moment, closer to the student council president than it was to him.

 

Oh shitcakes.

 

“Here, let me help you.” Sesshomaru stubbornly persisted and reached down for the nearest item. And Inuyasha dove. He dove forward as fast as he could to cover the beanie before Sesshomaru could see. And he succeeded too. However, his warm hand was now on top of his and he wondered if smacking it away or pulling his hand back would cause any doubt or be at all disrespectful to the elder.

 

“N-no… no thank you.” Inuyasha practically panted out. “I don’t want to trouble you, senpai.”

 

Inuyasha downcast eyes missed how Sesshomaru’s scanned him with considerable suspicion. “I insis—”

 

“Class is about to begin, senpai.” He cut him off abruptly and began to hastily collect his belongings. And in that split second that he turned his back to him, Sesshomaru pulled out the dumbbell shaped container he picked up last night and threw it among the scatter items. Even as the sound of the bell vibrated evidently through the walls of the washroom, his sharp, apprehensive eyes remained solely on the anxious but ignorant boy’s face.

 

And then, there it was. 

The very reaction he had been hoping to see.

A divine reaction that simply took his breath away.

 

As Inuyasha continued to return his things back to where they originally belonged—in his tote bag—and with even more vigor as the sound of the warning bell reached his ears, he failed to notice the shifting of his glasses.

 

His next search landed on a recognizable small, white object near Sesshomaru’s feet. His sunset orbs, now entirely visible to the much taller Sesshomaru, had widened just enough for the critical man to recognize the pleasant surprise they unmistakably depicted. All personal space disregarded, he grabbed it at once. Ah ha! He knew it! It had been in his bag all along, he wasn’t going mentally unstable! Missing no beat at all, the corners of Inuyasha’s lips began to rise ever so faintly and a diminutive slit let out a sigh of everything that defined serene.

 

And Sesshomaru greedily and obsessively mentally devoured the entire scene to its very last millisecond.

 

As the boy slung the full bag over his shoulder and gave him his thanks, Sesshomaru couldn’t help but smirk.

 

He had found his boy.

 

What were the chances really? After the boy left his karaoke bar last night, Sesshomaru promptly fired the newbie who had mistakenly given his favourite private room away. But that was after she had given him every detail she had on the boy, which really wasn’t much considering the woman’s downright stupidity. One aspect did interest him though. The fact that the boy had been wearing his school’s uniform. Which meant the numbers were much easier for him to work with now.

 

But what he hadn’t foreseen was the event of finding the boy the very next day and in the loo no less. And as he stared at the time on his watch that was telling him he’d better rush his ass, he knew today was going to be a brilliant day.