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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 2: Incognito
He put the necklace on and looked in the mirror, sighing.
What he saw looking back at him was an average looking girl with dark black hair and brown eyes staring at him with a critical, pinched expression.
He took the necklace off, watching as his image in the mirror shifted to his real state of being; black hair that was tied up in a ponytail turned silver-white as brown eyes lit up with burnished gold. His skin melted from fair sand to tanned peach, his inuhanyou ears growing in size from the more petite, black ears he sported when under his fairer guise of his female alter ego.
Sighing once again he put the necklace back on- the cursed, blessed necklace that kept his secret from everyone else. A secret only a few people knew including his band mates, the maker of the necklace, his ex-girlfriend and her principle cousin doing him one huge ass, very illegal favor.
And that secret was that he wasn’t really a female, but an American male rock star by the name of Inuyasha Takahashi. His situation was crazy through and through, but he had a need to hide his identity in a country that wouldn’t otherwise allow him in without hassling him left and right. Something which he couldn’t have when everything he held dear was at stake with this little stunt of his.
Inuyasha reasserted himself at that thought and continued looking in the mirror at his now female visage.
“Ohayo gozaimasu, I’m Aiko Inuzumi,” he said in his slightly higher, though by no means completely feminine, voice. He shuddered at his image before rolling his eyes and walking out of his bathroom moodily.
Yeah, that almost sounded like a real girl...
“Wishful thinking... Not,” he grumbled to himself sarcastically as he grabbed his satchel and tore out of his apartment. Regardless that he usually regretted arriving to school early almost always due to a certain group of bitches that seemed to waste their time in homeroom gossiping about this and that, he still liked to be places in a timely manner.
My own private hell, he thought as he turned onto the street outside his temporary residence, starting his daily trek of the ten or so blocks to school, his form slumped despite the disapproving glares he got from passersby.
Yeah, go fuck yourself, lady. You’d feel the same if you were a guy wearing this ugly blue uniform. At least the asshole’s at this school allow a range of skirt lengths like the long one I’m wearing… can’t really hide my dude legs and dude bits and lack of female upper body bits if they forced me to wear those short skirts and or the less baggy tops...
Inuyasha sighed heavily before shaking his head abruptly and standing up straighter, walking with more grace than he would typically.
I’m Inuzumi Ai- Err, Aiko Inuzumi- when looking like this, not Takahashi Inuyasha, he thought to himself with refined determination to get into the correct mindset before he arrived at school. His step, however, faltered with his next thought. God, how I’m able to pull this off is still a fucking mystery to me... Well I know how, just... I can’t believe I’m pulling this off...
It was the craziest idea he’d ever had in his life to come to fucking Edopolis, Japan of all places, dress like, and actually pretend to be, a girl, use a pseudo name and then, to add icing on the cake, enter a senior high school a few blocks away from the apartment he’d moved into. And all in one day, too. But he’d done it because he’d had to...
He’d been driven to it out of sheer desperation for the sake of his mother.
His mother who was on her quite possibly on her deathbed due to cancer.
He’d been told by the doctors that the cancer was spreading faster than they’d anticipated and that she probably only had around a year left to live at best. He’d been floored when they’d told him, having originally been under the impression that the chemo treatments were going well. His mother had tried to calm him down, and he’d been able to control himself well enough to where he wouldn’t stress her out unnecessarily, but it hadn’t been easy. Even now... it was still so fresh in his mind...
But then she’d said she wanted to come to back to Japan, the place where she’d been raised before her parents had moved to the States when she was only a few years old...
Reading between the lines, Inuyasha had known she had basically wanted to go “home” to die.
Inuyasha’s fists and jaw clenched at the memory of when she’d told him.
She hadn’t said it like that to him, of course, but, essentially, that’s what it came down to. And he hated thinking of it. She’d even gone as far as to tell him to continue to stay in the States for a while, that she’d be fucking fine while he worked in L.A. for a few more months.
And all he could think while she said it was: Like fucking hell I will.
And he’d followed her here. Without her knowing. Now she resided up in Hokkaido with his aunt and uncle, her chemo treatment continuing despite the fact her life would end within the span of a short year.
And it tore at him... He’d been unable to really work since the two months ago when he’d heard the news... then to have her tell him she was going to Japan of all fucking places?
Inuyasha sucked in a breath, trying to contain the emotions that would have any grown man feeling the sting of tears in his eyes, if not bawling out right and not giving two shits of who saw.
While she was still in the dark about his being here, he still called her, pretended to be working on things he wasn’t working on to set her mind at ease for a while longer... until he found what he’d come here for...
Everything rode on this one thing. And it just had to work out... it absolutely had to.
He thanked his lucky stars that everything so far had gone according to plan... he was just that much closer to his ultimate goal. Now all he needed was some more luck and a bit more time...
Of course, none of this would have been possible if his ex-girlfriend, Kikyou Utami, hadn’t helped him out. While they’d broken up about three months ago (something it seemed even the media didn’t know about until recently surprisingly), it wasn’t a harsh split. It was merely that they’d found they weren’t working well as a couple; while they still worked together professionally from time to time, a romantic relationship itself was out of the question now. And by some grace, they still remained good friends to this day. So much so that she’d actually been able to convince her cousin, Takemaru Setsuna, the principle of the senior high school he was attending here in Japan now, to go along with his little plan made of complete and utter illegality.
Inuyasha wasn’t sure HOW she’d done that exactly but the man, so far, had proven to keep not only his secret but had actually helped him out as well when it was necessary.
And for that the hanyou was sincerely grateful, he thought, smiling to himself...
...before that smile fell off all together. Because then he remembered he was thankful to a rather pervy, middle-aged cousin of his ex’s that- since he started his double life in Japan- always wanted to talk to him “privately” each morning when he was dressed like a girl... The leer the man held during each, though mercifully short, meeting gave him the heebie-jeebies every damn time.
Inuyasha could feel the vein in his forehead increase in size.
Damn it, but it all fell back on this stupid “alter ego” and dressing up like a fuckin’ woman!
He still couldn’t believe his so-called “friends” allowed him to come up with such a cockamamie- though rather brilliant in retrospect- plan of action. Why dress like a girl? Well... who the hell would ever suspect Inuyasha Takahashi in the guise of a female? Seriously? Who? Other than Kikyou’s pervy cousin it would seem...
A shiver ran down his spine.
But still, the hanyou knew when the band went quiet for more than a week their fans would group together all over the world and do whatever it took to figure out what had happened to them. And here in Japan? Well, as far as he could discern, the fans here were rather... dedicated in the “we’ll hunt you down until you tell us what’s going on, and even then we’ll have EYES EVERYWHERE” sense. He’d also stick out like a sore thumb in Japan, what with his light tresses and defining features.
And thus, somehow, someway, the hanyou had gotten the rather audacious idea to be “incognito”...
“Like some fucking spy? Jesus, you watch too many damn action movies, inukoro!” Kouga Mikuni had snapped at him after he’d explained his grand scheme to his closest friends.
While the ookami had basically hassled him about it for the next few days, Kouga was the one in the end that had taken matters into his own hands and- possibly for future blackmail use, now that the hanyou thought about it- decided to contact Kikyou and plan out the next year of Inuyasha’s life without him.
The hanyou also had the sneaking suspicion that while there were no “hard feelings” between Kikyou and him, she would never pass up a chance to have one at him; she was pretty much as bad as Kouga when it came to playing jokes and the like on him.
And then suddenly Inuyasha was on his way to Japan, male and female clothes stored in the pink suitcase his other friend, Miroku Houshi, had been... kind enough to get him as a departing gift. The second he’d seen the thing he’d made a mental note to cut off the hentai’s balls next time they met up.
Inuyasha sighed as he remembered how fucking relieved he’d been that Kouga and Miroku hadn’t insisted they see him off at the airport.
And now that he thought about it... no one he knew that knew it was him, other than the principle of Edopolis Metro University senior high school, had seen him like this...
His eye twitched.
God, if anyone other than Takemaru Setsuna knew who he really was and then saw him dressed like this...
Another horrible wave of shivers zinged up and down his spine then at the rather abrupt image of his band mates seeing him in a school uniform with his hair tied back in red ribbons...
“Yeah, I’m not sure how I’d handle it if those assholes ever saw me like this,” he grieved to himself, thinking of whether they would go to the hospital due to the holy hell Inuyasha would leash upon their faces, or if they’d go simply from the laughter they were sure to die from... He considered it for a while before concluding they’d go to the E.R. on both accounts. Because he knew they’d laugh and he knew he’d beat the ever living shit out of them when they did.
Especially that bastard Kouga, Inuyasha growled mentally.
Kouga was definitely the one he’d kill the MOST. He was the reason this whole thing kicked into gear after Inuyasha had initially thought of it (at the time he’d just been spouting out desperate ideas). And then the shitty wolf had to go and call Kikyou... After he’d relented to going along with the plan, she’d asked him what name he’d want to use while in Japan... and at the time, he hadn’t been able to give one.
Of course, Kouga, being the helpful, shameless bastard that he was, had fixed that effortlessly by going behind his back and telling his ex the name “Inuzumi Aiko” would be “fine”. It wasn’t until Inuyasha had arrived in Japan that he’d found out what devastatingly embarrassing shit the asshole had done.
He’d be the first to admit that the first name, Inuzumi, had been fine; he could deal with that. But the surname? Aiko? Aiko meaning “lovechild” in the Japanese tongue*? Gah!
Though, when he thought about it, “Aiko” had probably been chosen by the stupid ookami since it had a kind of... “history” for them, what with being a nickname of sorts.
Aiko... He’d heard it first from random strangers that didn’t realize he could hear their whispers, and then it had somehow eventually morphed into a “petname” given to him by Kouga and Miroku later...
Inuyasha made a surprised sound through his nose at the memory he’d nearly forgotten.
He’d first heard the term “lovechild” back when Miroku, Kouga, and he had been nearly inseparable; they’d been about seven, six and seven and a half years old, respectively. Back then they didn’t know what the word had meant; they’d only ever heard the old ladies at the hair salon their mother’s hung out at say it whenever his friends and him would walk by. Of course, the women didn’t realize the inu and ookami chibis could hear the words they whispered behind their hands. Words such as: “That Takahashi boy... It’s that Izayoi’s lovechild...”
But that had just been the first time they had first heard the word “lovechild”, a term that didn’t make much sense to them then and had, after a time, even become something of a joke between the three best friends eventually turned band mates.
The joke, of course, coming in the form of a comment Inuyasha’s mother made when they had just been signed to their record label.
It had happened innocently enough; Inuyasha had done something stupid, Kouga had mocked him, Miroku had teased and Inuyasha had then, again, done something stupid once more.
And then she’d said it; how Inuyasha seemed to have Miroku’s charm and Kouga’s biting (though she’d said “mannerless”) tongue. And as Izayoi had wished them luck on recording their first song, Miroku and Kouga had shared a moment... a moment which had the hanyou eyeing them both very cautiously before slowly pulling away from them as they turned a keen and rather evil gaze at him...
And then promptly pronounced him their lovechild, were they to ever have one... or even be able to have one in the first place...
Such notions of whether it was “possible” or “impossible” never really mattering much to them.
And whether they had a lovechild... or were even in a relationship (which they weren’t) were both very low on their lists of “zero fuck’s given”.
Aiko Inuzumi... Inuyasha said in his head before snorting to himself. Kouga really did have an idiot’s sense of humor. The name just sounded... way too chipper to him, and way too... girly...
Hummhummmhumhumhummmm...
The half-demon blinked in confusion as the “chipper sound” was enunciated with a merry hum that seemed to be coming somewhere from within his bag, escalating in his ears with each passing second.
It took him a moment or two to figure out it was his PHONE humming some pop song that all the girls were currently raving about. His ears flattened against his skull as an embarrassed blush passed over his cheeks.
Oh, the things he succumbed to, to pull this incognito bullshit off.
He gritted his teeth as he rummaged through his bag for it, ignoring the glares he received from people nearby at the unnecessarily loud music. Upon finding it he flipped it open, saw the Caller ID and glared at the phone as if it had wronged him somehow before pushing the Talk button with a hard poke of his index finger.
“WHAT?!” came Inuyasha’s irritated greeting.
Silence.
Then- “You’re half-Japanese and you’re answering a phone like that? What the hell, muttface?! Shouldn’t you say something more Japanese-like? Like... ‘munchie munchie’ or something?” came Kouga Mikuni’s irritating voice.
Inuyasha smacked himself in the head before quickly remembering where he was and diverting his path from school into a secluded alley. He bit his lip hard to remind himself not to yell out all types of obscenities that any of the people walking past the area could hear.
“It’s fucking ‘moshi moshi’, dipshit. And technically speaking, I’m all Japanese; Mom’s family moved to the States when she was a baby,” he hissed into the receiver.
“Right,” came the critical, somewhat disbelieving response. The half-demon acted way too crass to be even part Japanese in Kouga’s mind, what with his shitty attitude and crude vocabulary.
“What the hell are you doing calling me anyway? Isn’t it like... hell, 3pm where you are? Shouldn’t you be on a cruise or something?”
“Yeah... about that...” Kouga trailed off uncertainly, causing Inuyasha to go stiff, warning signals going off in his head already.
“Hi, Inuyasha!” another familiar voice chirped in the background on the other line. Just as Inuyasha was about to say “Hey” back to his other band mate, he was quickly cut off by Kouga’s follow up of “Get the fuck away, I’m gonna talk to him-” which was refuted by “Come on! I haven’t even gotten to speak to him properly in about a month!”
“Uh, Kouga?” Inuyasha mumbled into the receiver.
“Inuyasha!” the second voice said from further away in the background now. “Don’t hang up with him until I get to talk to-”
A sudden smack and then dead silence was Inuyasha’s answer to how Kouga had dealt with Miroku’s persistence. Then-
“So. How’re things down under, so to speak.”
“I’m in fucking Japan, asshole, not Australia.”
“Same thing; it’s on the other side of the fucking world, you moron. All that shit on that side of the planet is the same!”
“That’s a narrow-minded opinion, even for you, shitty wolf! I’m fucking thousands of kilometers away from Kangarooville, so-”
Kouga guffawed. “I’m narrow-minded? Listen to yourself once in a goddamn while, you half-breed bigot! And for your information, you’ve got about 6,993km between you and ‘Kangarooville’. Idiot.”
“Yeah, you’ve just wasted about five minutes of my life this morning, Kouga-”
“It’s morning?”
“Yeah, it’s about 7am right now-”
“Holy shit!” Kouga cried out, sounding like he was scrambling around with sheets or something. The sheet scrambling –which sounded a little like curtains being thrown open but he wasn’t quite sure- ceased the next moment as Inuyasha heard a high pitched yell of agony.
What the hell... Inuyasha thought, ears pulled back in agitation.
“Uh... Did I... wake you up?”
“No,” Inuyasha sighed, irritated as he moved out of the alleyway and toward his school a few blocks away. “I’m on my way to school. Speaking of which, I need to be early today so if you don’t mind, I’m gonna kindly ask you to fuck off and hang up already.”
“Can’t believe you’re going to a public school for godsake,” Kouga grumbled, sounding like he just woke up himself.
What a lazy bastard, the hanyou thought, rolling his eyes. It’s gotta be about three in the afternoon there and he’s still sleeping? And if that’s the case, what the hell is Miroku even doing there?
“Yeah, yeah, I don’t wanna hear it. Anyway, talk to you later, asswipe.”
“Alright. Oh, by the way, weinedoissocomethotometimtonit. See ya!”
The phone call ended abruptly.
About ten seconds later the jumbled mass of words the ookami spewed over the phone finally melded together in Inuyasha's head: “We’re in Edopolis, so come by the hotel sometime tonight”, which the hanyou then promptly squawked out for all to hear, “WHAT!!!!”
Another moment or two and he realized people on the street were staring at him with disapproving looks on their faces, some even hushing their crying children and moving along past the weirdo yelling at thin air.
He sighed, scowling to himself as he flipped his phone shut, wishing very much that it was Kouga’s fucking neck instead.
“Phones aren’t allowed in school,” came a sudden voice from behind him causing the half-demon to freeze in place.
Shit, what the hell kind of luck keeps having us bump into each other like this all the damn time? Inuyasha demanded to whatever deity would listen before pressing his lips together before they could get him in trouble.
He glanced down quickly to confirm that, yes, he was in a female’s school uniform, and he was still very much playing the role of new, loner student girl as far as “her” classmate behind “her” was concerned.
“A-ah... uh,” Inuyasha struggled to relax his vocal chords into a lighter tone; one that wasn’t quite feminine nor masculine, but one he could easily maintain without his voice being recognizable. “Sesshoumaru-” he said as the tall male began passing him without a second look.
That is until the hanyou had said his name.
The demon Inuyasha had come to know as the class president, Sesshoumaru Musashi, was somewhat of a mystery to him so far, not that he’d really taken the time to get to know the rather quiet demon. Beyond that, all he knew about the other was he liked to be alone, spent the majority of his time in either the library doing homework or at their school’s dojo where he practiced kendo (which the guy- admittedly- had some monster ability in)... but that was pretty much all Inuyasha really knew of the usually aloof student...
“Excuse me, half-breed?” came the critical directory, gold eyes flashing back at him.
Oh, and also that he was a world-class asshole.
Inuyasha grit his teeth, holding back every crude word he could mutter to that reply, never mind how many punches he could get in before the demon even realized he’d moved.
“Ikokujin*, you will refer to your upperclassmen as senpai. Never by my given name, and you will greet me in the proper fashion anytime we happen to have the unfortunate chance of meeting,” came the demon’s final reprieve of Inuya- Inuzumi’s continuous fuck ups of Japanese etiquette.
The bastard even had the audacity to stand in all his freakishly tall glory over the half-demon, awaiting the “proper” greeting.
“Ohayo... gozaimasu... Musashi-senpai*,” Inuyasha said through clenched teeth, fists tightening at his sides.
The demon smirked at him before turning around sharply and making his way over to his friends hanging out across the street from the school.
“Fucking asshole,” Inuyasha muttered when he knew the other was out of earshot, ears still pulled back in irritation. Walking stiffly to where the youkai had gone- but to a more secluded area- he sat down and took out a book on English Studies (the one course he was actually excelling at, hands down).
The vendor across the street was the most popular hang out before and after school, and especially during lunch time. The students liked to loiter around here due to the business playing a local music station over their radio to not only encourage the impressionable youth to purchase something but also to keep them out of trouble and listening to something they wouldn’t be able to for the rest of the school day.
“And now a new announcement for all you Hollywood Whore fans here in Edopolis!”
A surprised hush took over the entire area as everyone quieted down instantly, their breaths held in anticipation at this unexpected announcement. Inuyasha looked around, intrigued by the response and hushful respect that one sentenced garnered.
“The band, Hollywood Whore, has released a new single this morning! The self-titled song, Hollywood Whore, sung lead this time by the bands charismatic Mikuni Gouja-”
Inuyasha snorted, rolling his eyes. Ugh, Kouga’s still letting the media use that nickname for him? Stupid. Heh, least they finally released that song we finished months ago. ‘bout fucking time, he thought dryly.
“We’ll be playing the new single for you shortly. Before then, however, we’d also like to make the announcement that tomorrow, Saturday the 14^th, Gouja and Roku will be here in Edopolis at the Sakura Hotel! They’ve granted us an exclusive audience with them and plan to broadcast a portion of the interview we’ll be doing.”
The girls all around the area began cheering exuberantly, some looking on the verge of passing out. Inuyasha’s eyes quickly scanned the vicinity again behind black fringe, taking note that even Sesshoumaru’s eyes were turned in the direction of the radio, listening intently as his friends around him jabbered on about this and that.
“They’ve also announced they will allow a limited public viewing of this exchange!” the DJ droned out as the new release began to pump through the speakers. “And without further ado, the new single, Hollywood Whore, by the band themselves!”
The song began pumping out of the speakers, the teenagers in the surrounding area listening and laughing excitedly as they bobbed to the sound. Inuyasha absently thought the asshole demon he’d run into earlier seemed to like the song if the very slight movement of his foot to the beat was anything to go by.
The hanyou sighed, tuning everything around him out then, concentrating instead on what Kouga had said over the phone only minutes before.
“We’re in Edopolis, so come by the hotel sometime tonight,” the ookami had said. Inuyasha’s brow furrowed in annoyance.
Despite having the worst possible timing as they usually did whenever his private affairs seemed to be in order, he still knew he’d go see Kouga and Miroku tonight regardless. He had two priorities now to accomplish, and those were to one, find out why the hell they’d even come all the way to Japan from L.A. and two, to tear them both new assholes for even coming here in the first place without telling him. If he were lucky he’d be able to make a hopefully stealthy escape from the hotel before any paparazzi noticed him after.
He absolutely would not let his friends blow his cover here.
Because the entire reason he moved here in secret and was under a pseudo name and dressed like a fucking girl was so he could locate his birthfather in a timely manner.

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Chapter end.
If any of the notes I make at the bottom or in the fic are incorrect, please let me know and I’ll change them accordingly.
Aiko: So I’m… butchering the beautiful, very complicated Japanese language and making Aiko reflect the term “lovechild”. From what a friend of mine says, a lot of female names end in “-ko” and “ai” is the noun “love” by itself. So... yeah. /shot
Ikokujin: Ikoku meaning ‘foreign/different country’, jin meaning ‘person’. I’m not entirely sure how accurate this is but from the research I did it was the one I most commonly found to refer to someone who was a foreigner in Japan.
Surname-senpai: Usually in Japan people refer to others by their surnames and add the suffix –san at the least (depending on position/age, etc). In Inuyasha’s- or rather “Inuzumi’s” case, Sesshoumaru is “her” senpai as he’s a grade ahead of her despite being the same age as him. Therefore it is polite and expected of her to refer to him as senpai or Musashi-senpai. Unless invited to do so, the Japanese don’t refer to/call others by first names. Additionally, the term kohai refers to a junior but isn’t typically used as an honorific.
Hollywood Whore: the title of this fic and the imaginary band was totally inspired by Papa Roach’s song “Hollywood Whore”. Go find it on youtube if you don’t know it.
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