Chapter 6: The Boy with the Whore Tattoo
Inuyasha couldn’t believe it when he saw it...
He’d been on stage for what felt like only a little while, answering some rather... personal questions as best he could when he’d spotted the white-haired demon; he almost didn’t recognize him in the casual attire he’d been wearing, either... But then his eyes had zeroed in on those unmistakable markings streaking across his face. Markings he’d recognize anywhere despite how different the youkai presented himself.
Sesshoumaru Musashi had been standing there in the throng of fans, attached to him was a girl who he knew as Kagura Onigumo, her attire completely different from that which her male companion was wearing. She’d probably either been too afraid to wear something as racy as the demon next to her or had only just come from school from the looks of it; she was still wearing her school uniform.
But that so isn’t the point! Inuyasha’s mind started spazzing again.
Wh- What the hell is HE doing here?! Inuyasha thought horrified as he finished his interview rather hastily, waved his goodbyes to the fans and
hightailed his ass outta there behind the safety of the curtains in back. He was way too nervous about whether or not the two students from his school had somehow recognized him or not to care about how abrupt and probably rude his retreat had been (he knew Kouga and Miroku would just chalk it up to him having been “upset” about the snooty reporter).
Shit. If Sesshoumaru- especially if HE- recognized him… crap!
Sure, Sesshoumaru was in... rather casual clothes... a form fitting, sheer top and some pretty awesome black, combat pants... and with his hair tied up like that it really accented how lean he really was... but that wasn’t he point! No, the point was Sesshoumaru and, what he assumed was, the demon’s girlfriend from his school were HERE...
What if they recognized him while he was on stage?
Fuck, if Kouga and Miroku coming here to help him find his father faster due to his mother’s condition worsening wasn’t enough... now this?
Inuyasha shook his head from side to side frantically, dispelling any and all thoughts regarding that.
In any event, he couldn’t stay here and see whether he’d been recognized or not. He would not take that chance.
Grabbing his cell and bag he made his great escape through the back entrance.
~ * ~
“You’ve got a what?” Kouga asked, blinking as he took a swig of water, thankful they were done with the mass of fans and only a select few were now backstage with him and the crew.
“He has a tattoo of your band’s logo!” the red-eyed, body-licious girl before him chirped about the male standing next to her.
“Wow, really?” he blinked again. Huh.
“Yes,” the guy replied looking rather uncomfortable despite his girlfriend’s perkiness, it seemed.
“Sweet, is it okay if I ask to see it?” Kouga asked, giving a grin he knew made not only women but men, too, weak in the knees.
“Of course,” the male replied and turned around to show him in a very business-like fashion.
And apparently this guy wasn’t batting for the home team, Kouga surmised, slightly miffed that he couldn’t even make a straight guy blush like a certain inukoro could without even trying.
And then he caught sight of the tattoo he was suppose to be paying attention to, and-
“Oh...
Fucking hell. That is the most
awesome thing I’ve ever seen! I don’t think I’ve ever ran into any other fan that’s done that yet; you’re totally hardcore, man!” Kouga smiled, completely aghast at how awesome their fans were. “Shit, I gotta tell Inuyasha! Gimme a sec!”
Sesshoumaru twitched. He... He wasn’t going to make Takahashi Inuyasha-sama come over here for something so silly? No, he couldn’t. It was just a tattoo that wasn’t anything remarkable enough to interest Inuya-
“Oi! Inukoro!” the ookami yelled over his cell phone. “Get your ass over here! We’ve got a guy here who has a tattoo of the band’s logo! It’s fucking awesome!
NO! Don’t give me that bullshit about having to leave again; you’ll make your fucking appointment in time! Just get over to room 5 or I’ll seriously pound into you next time we- Oh, there you are.”
Sesshoumaru’s eyes narrowed;
“...pound into him”? he thought, eye twitching again before he whirled around to stare at the very one he’d thought he’d never meet in a lifetime coming into the room.
“For fuck’s sake, what is so important that I have to- Oh. Uh... hi.” Inuyasha said lamely as he caught sight of a few fans inside the room; two of which he knew... possibly didn’t know he was who he was outside of being a rockstar...
The girls squealed and crowded around him, asking how he’d been, what he’d been up to and how long he’d be staying in Edopolis. Inuyasha smiled at them all, his charm kicking in to appease the group as he answered the questions he felt comfortable replying to and shaking hands and giving autographs.
Sesshoumaru stood near the back of the room and merely observed what was going on. His eyes narrowed in dismay at the females’ unsightly behavior, never once noticing the blue eyes that swung his way, the person’s head tilting a bit to the side in curiosity of why exactly the white-haired demon was glaring at his friend for... or if it was even
Inuyasha he was glaring at...
However, before Kouga could think more on the topic, he heard another delighted cry come from the group of females as Miroku walked into the room behind Inuyasha. The charismatic drummer flashed the small crowd a winning smile as his smooth voice cooed to their adoring fans. The ookami rolled his eyes.
“Now, ladies, there’s enough of the both of us to go around; though don’t get too clingy with Inuyasha, he’s a bit touchy about his personal space,” Miroku said laying a hand on his friend’s back.
Inuyasha shot his friend a dark look, muttering sinisterly for all to hear, “Get that hand off my back before I break it in so many places they won’t be able to tell they’re finger bones.”
“Right, right,” Miroku laughed, holding up his hands to show he wouldn’t press his luck. “Sometimes I forget you’re not as loose with people as Kouga is-”
Scandalized gasps and chirping giggles were the only things heard throughout the room.
“I’m sorry, what did you say? I think I misheard you,” Kouga said in a playfully low voice, focus zeroing in on Miroku, who had the courtesy to snap his mouth shut, sweat dropping as he took a step back, laughing nervously.
Unfortunately that didn’t save him in the least as the wolf pounced the next moment and a scuffle began.
“Kouga,” Inuyasha sighed, trying to get his friend’s attention as the girls around them squealed at how adorable it was that they fought “like brothers”.
“Asshole, how d’you like this! Time to grovel, worm!” the ookami battle cried, tackling Miroku to the ground again and proceeding to noogie the poor bastard.
“Aye, aye, aye! Uncle!
Uncle! Damnit! I said ‘Uncle’, you stupid-!” Miroku yelled out, irritated, wincing as his assaulter continued torturing him.
“
Kouga! Why am I here again?” Inuyasha said, pinching the bridge of his nose in agitation at how utterly stupid his band mates were acting in front of their fucking FANS. These two would probably never shut up if he didn’t intervene. “If this is all I’m here for, I’m just gonna-”
“Oh,” Kouga paused, blinking, before he let go of the thoroughly peeved drummer. Shoving the other away he got up and walked over to his destination, not noticing a rep coming in to collect the girls and Miroku.
“This guy right here; c’mere, man,” the ookami beckoned from the side. Inuyasha opened his eyes and his heart picked up as he noticed it was Sesshoumaru that Kouga was talking about.
Shit, please don’t notice it’s me, please don’t notice it’s me, he thought in his head frantically. When he saw the demon keep his eyes at a respectful level and come up to him bowing lowly in greeting he got the impression that Sesshoumaru really didn’t know who he was after all.
His heart rate slowed and he calmed down, bowing in return as un-awkwardly as he could.
“What’s your name again?” Kouga asked, putting an arm around the other demon’s shoulders like they were the best of buddies.
“Musashi... Sesshoumaru,” the demon said stiffly at the unexpected contact.
Inuyasha noticed him tense, feeling a migraine coming on at how uncultured Kouga really was to be invading someone’s space like he was.
“Uh, Kouga, wanna let go of him?” Inuyasha spoke up, catching both demons’ attentions immediately. He nearly blushed at the undivided and surprised consideration he got. “What?” he snarked irritably at Kouga’s expression. “Look, you dumbass, the Japanese don’t go around hugging or touching each other so personally, that’s something that’s usually done by close friends and family only, so you’re kind of not only invading his personal space but making him uncomfortable. In laymen’s terms, it’s
rude.”
Kouga blinked, looked over at the male that stood about as tall as him and then back at Inuyasha. And let go. “Ah, sorry, sorry, I wasn’t aware,” the wolf apologized, rubbing the back of his neck.
“It’s alright, you aren’t familiar with our customs after all,” the inuyoukai said looking over at Kouga as he said this before turning back to Inuyasha, his eyes holding a strange intrigue in them.
“How the hell do you know so much about this anyway, inukoro?” Kouga slipped back into his rude behavior, slightly miffed he’d been called out in front of their fans.
Inuyasha sighed. “If you’re just gonna give me that kind of attitude I’m heading out. It was nice to meet you all,” he said, bowing before turning around and trying to make a quick getaway before his school rival could get a good look at him. Who knew what kind of senses a demon possessed that could possibly identify him, even through the magick guise he used? He wasn’t willing to chance it if he didn’t have to...
“Ah, ah! No you aren’t!” Kouga said grabbing Inuyasha’s arm before he could clink off, swinging him around again. “You’ve gotta see his tattoo, it’s absolutely sick.”
“Sick?” Sesshoumaru asked, brow creasing as he didn’t understand the meaning.
“He means it’s ‘cool’,” Miroku provided coming into the room again.
“When the hell did you slink out?” Kouga asked perplexed.
“After I shoved you away from me, idiot. Now come on, Kouga, they want us in room 4 with the girls; some sort of magazine spread involving our female fans- No offense, man,” he nodded at Sesshoumaru. The demon merely nodded his head in understanding.
“Why not inukoro? He’s always getting out of this shit,” Kouga grumbled, heading out all the same. “Well if you don’t have to come with you can stay with this guy and check out his tattoo. We’ll be right back.”
And with that, they left Inuyasha alone in a room with Sesshoumaru Musashi.
~ * ~
Chapter end.
