Chapter 9: Enemy in the Hold!
Alright, fine. He’d do it. He’d man the fuck up and meet Sesshoumaru at his locker and let him- for whatever insane reason he had- walk him HOME, the half-demon conceded to himself. While under normal circumstances he’d never allow another dude do this, never mind invite said dude into his man cave, he’d just have to deal with it this time around.
Especially seeing as this situation was... so completely beyond his definition of “normal circumstances” that he’d have no choice but to “man down” and let his pride take a backseat if he were going to get out of this situation with Sesshoumaru still thinking he was a girl.
Aside from that, he knew that it was considered polite to invite someone in for tea or some shit like that when they did something akin to “walking a defenseless girl home”, and despite what most people believed (ie, Kouga, Miroku, and even that bipolar asshole, Sesshoumaru) he HAD been taught manners (despite most of the time severely and purposefully LACKING them) by his mother. After all, whenever she had people walk him home from school when he was younger they’d always be invited in for snacks or tea.
So invite the fucker in for some tea, he would.
But FIRST he needed to check in with Kouga and Miroku. He needed to make sure they’d followed his instructions through and through by now or he’d be up the proverbial creek without a paddle.
He walked outside the school and over to an alleyway that was far enough away to have a bit of privacy but close enough to see if Sesshoumaru came outside looking for him. Dialing Kouga’s number, he hopped from one foot to the other anxiously waiting as the phone rang.
And rang.
And
raaannng. “Where the fuck are you guys?!” he glowered to himself, nearly hitting the wall in front of him in frustration when it switched to voicemail.
Shit, shit, shit! He opened his mouth, ready to leave a few offensive oaths the moment the “beep!” sounded before he promptly shut it as he felt a shadow fall over him from behind.
He turned around and nearly groaned in aggravation.
Fuck. I so don’t need to deal with THIS on top of everything else. “What do you want,” he said, snapping his phone shut and sending the newcomer a die-as-fast-as-you-can-kthx-glare.
Takehiro merely grinned as he walked forward toward the dark-haired hanyou.
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As he made his way to Aiko Inuzumi’s locker, Sesshoumaru’s eye twitched as the girl at his side continued to drone on.
“If I had the chance to be on the Hollywood Whore music video set like that stupid wretch the paper’s talked about... I would be all over Takahashi Inuyasha-sama! To the point that security was called. And I was removed from the set. And slapped silly with restraining orders left and right. Mmmhm. I do like to be spank-”
“That’ll be enough, Onigumo-san,” Sesshoumaru growled as politely and as quickly as he could. “I have a prior engagement this afternoon. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Kagura blinked at his quick departure before he was down the hall and around the corner out of sight.
Sesshoumaru came upon the junior’s lockers then with no sign of Aiko Inuzumi whatsoever. His brow creased as he looked around at the otherwise empty area.
Perhaps she went to wait outside? he thought as he made his way out the front doors.
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Takehiro walked forward, eyes coolly staring the hanyou girl down, each step causing her to take one in retreat as she stared right back at him suspiciously.
“Ever since you came to our school, you’ve ruined what little peace we ever had, half-breed,” Takehiro said, cracking a grin suddenly as he noticed something.
Aiko Inuzumi’s brows furrowed, confused for a moment before widening as one of her heels hit something solid behind her.
Takehiro grinned again; she was stuck. He nearly laughed aloud as her face contorted, her thoughts clear as day:
Fuck.
He shot forward, pushing the girl up against the wall.
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Inuyasha’s head knocked against the wall as Takehiro nearly barreled into him. It wasn’t until a few seconds after his ears stopped ringing that he realized his wrists were caught in the taller boy’s hands and firmly planted against the wall behind him.
What the-? “Get the hell off me, jackass!” he yelled out in his softer voice, though nonetheless insulting.
The boy merely looked down at him, eyes flickering this way and that about his face before he leaned forward. His cheek slid against Inuyasha’s and for a brief moment the half-demon thought he was being SNIFFED.
“Hmm,” the boy inhaled. “You have such an interesting scent up close, half-breed.”
Okay, now I’m officially creeped out, Inuyasha thought.
Takehiro leaned back, face still all up in Inuyasha’s business, as the other tried melting into the wall as much as he could.
“I suppose with what I’m about to say I shouldn’t be calling you half-breed, should I?” he said, a strange light coming into the boy’s eyes as he maneuvered Inuyasha’s wrists into one hand, freeing the other to do as it pleased.
Like caress his fucking face!
What the fuck! Inuyasha shrieked in his head, too shocked to move and do more than shiver in revulsion.
“I’m glad my friend refused to come with and confront you. Otherwise I’d never have had this chance...” the boy- that Inuyasha was now certain was way more bipolar than Sesshoumaru, and quite possibly had multiple personality disorder- said lowly, face lowering to his. “May I call you Aiko-chan?”
Inuyasha’s eyes blazed.
OH HELL N- A cry was heard next as Takehiro’s grip on the dark-haired half-demon was pulled away.
Inuyasha’s eyes widened again in surprise as he realized the sound came from Takehiro himself. He looked up, his focus narrowing in on the new arrival.
Sesshoumaru stood there, eyes angrier than he’d ever seen them before, as he stared down at Takehiro hard. He held the shorter male by the forearm, forcing both the arm and the boy in his grasp to bend backwards to keep the limb from snapping.
“Takehiro, I thought I’d made it clear to refrain from putting your hands on someone without their permission,” the demon said lowly.
Inuyasha blinked before he fully came back to reality.
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“YOU ASSHOLE!” Aiko Inuzumi yelled out before dive bombing on the boy in Sesshoumaru’s hands, easily grabbing Takehiro’s arm out of his grasp as she proceeded to...- how could he say this in a way that was the most accurate...- beat the ever living
shit out of him.
Sesshoumaru could only stare in rapt attention, partly in surprise, horror and morbid approval.
It lasted no more than a few minutes before she gave a final kick and told him to “Fuck off”, and that if he ever came near her again like he just had she’d... “find creative outlets to shove his dick into and wait until it fell off” (Sesshoumaru edited that last bit in his mind because otherwise he’d be nauseous as well at the mere thought).
She turned her nose up at the crumpled mess Takehiro made upon the ground and began walking out of the alleyway toward her home. As she passed the still shell-shocked demon, she said, “If you’re walking me home, we leave now, otherwise you can fuck off, too.”
And with that she exited the vicinity, Sesshoumaru, too dumbstruck to protest and too prideful to back out of his earlier declaration, following (despite being somewhat concerned with the mood she was in and keeping his own man bits intact).
The walk to her house was quick and silent, neither bringing up what had just happened, though admittedly the demon was curious as to what had actually occurred. He’d been lucky earlier when he’d noticed Takehiro walk into the alleyway, pausing and speaking to some unseen person. He’d guessed right of who the boy had been addressing when he’d found him holding Aiko Inuzumi up against the wall. However, at that point, all he could do was focus on his anger and how the boy apparently didn’t heed his multiple warnings from before.
“We’re here,” a voice announced suddenly, bringing Sesshoumaru out of his thoughts. He looked up at the building in mild surprise; it was a nicer side of town than he’d imagined she lived in, and the building itself was newer than most around the area. Apparently there was wealth in her family if she was residing in a place like this. “Would... you... uh, like to come up for some tea?” she said, one foot lifted to walk up the stairs.
The demon hadn’t even thought of entering her home, let alone having tea with her, but he supposed he still... owed her a reason for walking her home (despite the fact that it had almost been for naught). Not only that but it was considered rude to decline such an invitation, he reasoned.
“Very well,” he nodded and followed the stiffly walking girl up to her level.
“Uh, I haven’t... really cleaned... so it might be messy... or strange... looking...” she said uncertainly as she opened her door, letting him walk in first. She followed, turning the light on.
And both froze at the sight before them.
Sesshoumaru let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding as he blinked at all the (rather obsessive) Hollywood Whore memorabilia that surrounded them.
It was like one giant love shrine to the band as he looked around, and the demon couldn’t help but wonder where some of it came from; he’d never seen that black and white poster of Takahashi Inuyasha-sama with his guitar, nor the water bottles with the band’s logo, or the-
And then his sight landed on it, eyes widening considerably in awe.
A life-sized, cardboard cutout of Takahashi Inuyasha-sama himself. An item he’d never had the mettle to procure himself.
He hadn’t realized he’d been slowly drifting toward it until a hand punched firmly through Takahashi Inuyasha-sama’s cardboard head.
Sesshoumaru felt his heart drop at the abuse the most sought after memorabilia took, taking great pains to not act irrationally and drop kick the hanyou girl right then and there.
“
Those fucking assholes...” came her dangerous voice.
Sesshoumaru had the good grace to look unconcerned as he took a step back out of her immediate kicking range and glanced over at her for clarification. Had she been robbed or something?
“Kouga and Miroku...
were here then...” she said with controlled rage.
The demon stiffened. Did that mean that-
Aiko Inuzumi stared at him before her eyes widened as if she knew where his thoughts were heading. “Which... means that stupid bastard... Inuyasha... was, too... Damnit, they always do shit like this!!” she yelled out angrily as she tore down the black and white poster and shoved it into a trash bag that appeared out of nowhere, along with the rest of the Whore memorabilia littering the vicinity.
Sesshoumaru looked elsewhere, unsure if he could stomach the blatant mutilation of each item as it passed from her hands and into the black bag of death before she stomped on it for added measure.
She then dragged what looked like a dead body to her closed off kitchenette and threw it in carelessly, seeming to do a double take and turn white as a sheet before taking care to shut the kitchen up again. She walked over to the tea table and took a seat, taking deep breaths to possibly calm herself.
Sesshoumaru merely stared at her for a moment, before sighing and walking toward the kitchenette.
“W-Where are you going!?” she blurted suddenly, jumping up and running over to cut him off as his fingers pressed against the kitchen door.
He closed his eyes in irritation and took a breath himself. “Since you seem to be preoccupied, I thought I’d make the tea,” he said, making once more to go into the kitchen before he was bodily pushed away.
“IT’S FINE! I’LL GET IT,” she yelled out, a frantic look passing over her features.
“I can easily make a pot of tea. Just tell me where the-” he began, trying to move around her again. His reflexes saved him from a near gut-check.
“You can’t!” she said again, plastering herself to the doorframe dividing entryway and kitchen. “The...” she paused, looking around momentarily before zeroing in on him again with determination. “The toilet overflowed and I’m on my... period...”
Sesshoumaru’s face went as blank as a sheet. He was fairly sure the sound of a creaking door could be heard in the distance as he turned around to take a seat at the table with no further comments.
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Chapter end.
