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Hollywood Whore	By : drcomalfy Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 14865 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 13: What’s Next?
Sesshoumaru had been somewhat preoccupied when the drummer of Hollywood Whore, Houshi Miroku-san, had zipped over to them upon their entrance from the alley, immediately bombarding him with nearly intelligible rambling.
It took him a moment to realize he’d been pulled away from Inuzumi and Mikuni Kouga, but when he did he’d glanced over to them, and then around the room for one of two purposes: find an escape route and or see if he could locate Takahashi Inuyasha-san. He didn’t bother holding onto hope that Inuzumi would step in and help, nor was he about to somehow disrespect the famous musician currently poking at his chest, asking how “cut” he was, despite wanting to.
He sent another look over to Inuzumi, noting her ire as she conversed quietly with the ookami who chuckled at her, sitting a bit closer than was considered polite in this part of the world, even for foreigners visiting, to engage in.
“Inuyasha’s not coming by the way,” Kouga called over to them the next moment, as if directing his statement directly at Sesshoumaru himself. The demon blinked, surely they didn’t know about that... He tried suppressing a gulp.
“Oh, okay, thought he would tonight but whatever. We’ll force him next time,” Miroku called back to the bassist.
Sesshoumaru let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, not noticing the grin the wolf held.
“He’s probably getting laid or something anyway, loads more fun than we’re havin- OW!”
“You sure gotta filthy mouth on you,” Inuzumi said then, her tone dark as her eyes narrowed.
“Oh, what’s this? Little Aiko-chan jealous? Don’t worry, if you’re here then he’s probably just reading a library book or something, huh? OW!” Kouga said, earning himself another elbow to his ribs.
Sesshoumaru snorted to himself as Inuzumi-... Inuzumi-san, he corrected himself, he was trying to get in the habit of giving the girl at least a little respect- continued to chew the smiling ookami out.
Sesshoumaru chewed his lip in consideration. Well, at least it seemed she hadn’t divulged anything to Takahashi-san’s two bandmates about his- as Inuzumi-san had donned it- “man crush”.
“Don’t worry about Kouga, Sesshoumaru. He’s just having fun, he doesn’t have much interest in Aiko like that,” came Houshi-san’s voice behind him. Gold eyes turned to regard the odd male and his equally odd statement. “Granted, he IS like the plague; been everywhere and with everyone.” Kouga shot Miroku a narrowed gaze from across the room as the dark-haired drummer tapped his chin, eyes heavenward in quiet contemplation. “Or was that an STD...”
Sesshoumaru remained silent but gave his agreement in the form of a heavy, “Hn”. Not a moment later the drummer was knocked off his feet, having been brained by something the ookami had thrown in his direction.
“I heard that, idiot.”
“Didn’t try to keep it a secret, you certainly don’t- OW!” Houshi Miroku said getting up again and narrowly dodging another makeshift projectile from Mikuni-san.
Houshi-san smirked as the wolf turned back to Inuzumi Aiko, Sesshoumaru noted, relieved that it seemed like the musician would go over to them and talk for a bit...
But then the drummer’s violet eyes turned their mischievous gleam on him and he had a feeling his personal space was going to be invaded yet again.
Sesshoumaru sighed as the man approached him.

- - -
His brow twitched at the predicament he was currently in.
Fortunately or unfortunately, Inuyasha had yet to decide which – at the moment it was a close fucking tie- they had succeeded in getting backstage, courtesy of Kouga’s backdoor maneuvers (feel free to pun the hell out of that, Inuyasha was).
Fortunately, no fans had caught on to their alley rendezvous with Kouga, and unfortunately, they now had to deal with what was on the other side of the alley-entry door.
Inuyasha’s eye twitched yet again. He’d really hoped to- somehow- avoid this, among many other situations.
“Wow, you’re a lot taller in person-” the dark haired drummer said, poking at this, prodding at that.
“In person?” Sesshoumaru said back. Inuyasha could nearly count how many strings in the demon’s body had tightened up at the unwelcomed proximity.
“You’d probably make a good model... You look flexible, are you flexible?”
Kouga tried to rein in his laughter, leaning back in his chair and surveying the scene next to his growling friend. Rolling his eyes at the hanyou, the ookami decided to throw his friend a bone and coughed, deciding it’d be best, for the moment, to appease Inuyasha rather than set him off.
“Oi! Miroku, you wanna detach yourself a bit? You’re like a fucking second skin for him. Borrow some manners or something and back off,” Kouga called.
“Keh! I knew Miroku was gonna be like this, all touchie-grabby and shit,” Inuyasha grumbled in Kouga’s direction.
The ookami shrugged. “Can’t be helped, he’s a compassionate lech, very rare among his breed.”
Inuyasha rolled his eyes, walking over to break up the near panic attack the youkai was sure to go into soon.
“Alright, that’s enough, fuck off, ya lecher! Did you not listen to a word I- that people say where the Japanese are concerned?!” the half-demon groused at his friend who merely blinked at him in return. “Keep your distance. For fuck’s sake, even married couples barely touch, what kind of therapy do you think he’s gonna need after you practically assaulted him just now, huh?... Great. And now I feel like I’m having déjà vu.”
Miroku burst into laughter, Kouga following soon thereafter.
“I don’t need saving, hanyou,” Sesshoumaru said to him in low tones.
“Yeah, yeah,” Inuyasha waved his comment off, focusing his immediate soon-to-be-dead attention on the two “rockstars” in the room. “What!” he demanded of his friends.
“Nothing,” Miroku gasped out. “You just… had another ‘Inuyasha’ moment again... Aiko...”
Inuyasha froze, heart stopping at his friend’s words, before his brain caught up and realized what, and how the drummer had stated that.
“‘Inuyasha... moment’?” came Sesshoumaru’s voice from the side.
Inuyasha’s attentioned turned from dread to the youkai next to him. Damn him, why’s he sound like an overly excited puppy whose master just said the magical word for going outside (“Potty!”), Inuyasha thought randomly.
Before nearly smacking himself in the face, because he so did NOT just compare himself to shit.
Through gritted teeth and a look that seemed to level some sense into his bandmates, Inuyasha answered, “Jerks, just cause I’ve known him for… so long-”
“Haha, yeah, yeah. You’re definitely nothing LIKE inukoro, Aiko-chan, cause he’s one tough hardass a lot of the time,” Kouga joked before turning to the crew people and getting updates on how things were going with setting the stage. Inuyasha didn’t miss the azure eyes reflecting his intentions; if he thought this was the only torment that Kouga and Miroku were going to throw at him he was obscenely wrong.
Shit.
“At least being an asshole- at times- seems to work for him where the ladies are involved,” Miroku continued with where Kouga had left off.
“Miroku.” Inuyasha warned instantly. The bastard had a death wish if he contin-
“I mean, hell, people call me a lecher, but I don’t even get as many girls throwing themselves at me as he does! Never mind his notches totally outnumber mine,” the drummer said, waving is hand in absence.
Oh my god, he was not going to actually bring that up with Sesshoumaru- someone he was possibly interested in- of all people, was he?!
“MIROKU.”
“Notches?” Sesshoumaru- the great giant puppy- spoke up, not realizing what he was asking about.
Inuyasha suppressed an oath.
“Notches...” Miroku repeated, hesitating for second, giving Inuyasha hope that he’d steer the conversation in a different direction.
Unfortunately, the drummer had been and was looking everywhere but at Inuyasha, so while the warning signs were coming off “the girl” in heaving droves, the meaning didn’t... quite... make it to the violet eyed male. It didn’t help matters that Miroku had never been very good at thinking of the consequences that came after he had his “fun time”.
Inuyasha still didn’t know to this day whether Miroku was a masochist, stupid, or just completely suicidal. The hanyou glowered as the other opened his mouth again to speak, a mischievous glint still in his eyes.
Face-palming himself, the half-demon decided then and there that his friend was a “stupid, suicidal masochist”.
“When we were younger we made notches on an old guitar- in different places obviously- of when we got laid,” Miroku said in complete honesty. “I personally don’t always mark mine, but I think Kouga and Inuyasha are still-”
A hand socked the drummer, sending him skidding across the ground. No one in the immediate vicinity seemed to be very concerned when they saw the dark haired girl slug the hell out of Miroku. After all, it was usually a routine occurrence.
“Miroku. I’m sure... Inuyasha wouldn’t be pleased to know you’re telling people such PERSONAL things,” Inuyasha said with a controlled darkness tinting his softer voice.
Miroku rubbed his jaw. “I don’t see why that would concern you, Aiko-chan. Besides, I don’t see much HARM in saying it, I mean he’s not even HERE for starters, and second since when has he ever cared about what people think of him?”
“You really think Sesshoumaru wants to hear that shit? HUH?” Inuyasha said between clenched teeth.
“I don’t know, he’s a guy. I’d think he’d have his own ‘notch system’,” Miroku shrugged, standing up and walking back over to them, still rubbing his jaw for the second time that night.
“Yeah, righ-”
“I use an old belt, actually,” came Sesshoumaru’s voice.
Inuyasha whirled around.
“What!”
The demon merely raised a brow.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me! YOU? Mr. Frigid as Hell-”
“I’m hardly frigid with my lovers,” Sesshoumaru said tersely, eyes narrowing as he turned to regard the half-demon.
Had Inuyasha been paying attention to the atmosphere instead of his shock, he’d probably have realized this wasn’t about the “truth” of things anymore, and hadn’t been for a while, it was merely about male bravado.
“I highly doubt that, you barely talk to any of the bitches at school aside from that red eyed, big boobed one-”
“My affairs are none of your concern, half-breed,” Sesshoumaru glowered then, now face to face with the hanyou who was just as snippy about this choice of topic as the other.
“Oh no?” Inuyasha snapped back…
Before blinking in surprise at the empty space where Sesshoumaru had been standing. He blinked again, looking around. What the hell had just happened...?
“Say that again, asshole- I don’t give a shit who the fuck you are-... If I hear you say that one more fucking time, I will beat you till you’re black and blue,” came a dark growl to Inuyasha’s other side.
Kouga.
The hanyou’s eyes widened at his friend before finally landing on where Sesshoumaru had landed on the ground, holding the side of his head as he glared at the ookami though chose to remain where he was.
Then Inuyasha saw the ugly bruise already forming on the pale skin.
Kouga had just punched Sesshoumaru.

Author’s Note: Oh WAI, Kouga, wai! Also, don't worry, next chapter is a lot longer. Hope you enjoyed!
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