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The Trouble With Boys	By : amemerson Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 761 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Chapter 1
- 1
- 2
11 years later…

“Inuyasha, you demented freak! I’m going to kill you!”, a feminine teenage screech rattled throughout the house, “that’s right you mangy jerk, you better run!”
Mrs. Higurashi chuckled to herself, turning away from her reading for a second to wonder at the loud thumping sound of bare feet flying down the stairs.
The lady of the house shook her head in amusement as she licked her thumb, before turning to the next page of her book with a hum, just as a young man—struggling with keeping his baggy pants from sliding all the way down his hips—sped past her, clutching a vaguely familiar faded blue journal in his hand.
“See ya, Momma H!”, she heard him holler back at her over his shoulder, before chasing out the front door.
Though he was already gone by the time she looked up from her book again, Mrs. Higurashi waved him off indulgently nonetheless.
As expected, a few seconds later her daughter stomped her way downstairs, her blue eyes blazing with pure sheer anger.
“Where is he”, she seethed.
Mrs. Higurashi grinned in her usual mothering way, already used to such shenanigans after so many years.
“He’s long gone, dear”, she replied, and Kagome—annoyed at her passivity—momentarily wondered to herself how calm her mother would stay once she discovered one of them had bumped into her precious begonia plant and dragged soil all over the upstairs carpet.
“Oh and Kagome?”, she heard her mother call after her in amusement, just as she resumed her hunt at full vengeance.
“Remind me to pick up a belt or two for Inuyasha when I go to the store later—it’ll help solve the pesky dilemma of those pants of his!”
“Oh, trust me”, the girl muttered darkly, legs picking up speed as soon as the sole of her sneakers landed on the grass outside, “he’s not going to need a belt after I stick my foot…”
Inuyasha for his part smirked as he continued running, stoping only for a second to tap the side of his head with the journal smugly, and by the time he had reached past three whole blocks, was feeling mighty confident in himself.
He looked back once, as an afterthought, letting his tongue flap out obnoxiously not unlike a satisfied dog—and then bit it.
He did a double take, amber eyes blinking rapidly as if there was still a small chance that he was in fact, seeing things—but no.
That indeed was Kagome, rapidly gaining up on him, and dragging with her the very fires of hell in the scorching shadow of her deadly glare.
'Damn, when did she get so fast?’, Inuyasha shook his head, ‘How did she get so fast!’
Gritting his teeth, he pushed back the sweaty silver bangs away from his eyes and pressed on, sprinting as fast as he could towards a faint, yet unmistakable, hissing sound.
Turning the corner at the speed of light—or at least he hoped it was—the boy whooped at the welcoming sight of one of the city buses, dropping off passengers at the nearby stop.
“Move—Move—Move!”, he snapped, pushing the disgruntled pedestrians out of his way as he flew up the vehicle’s double doors.
A few older ladies had smacked him with their heavy purses in passing, and even the large and somewhat intimidating driver sent him a harsh glare that seemed to promise pain.
But It was all worth it in the end though, when in less than two minutes he was waving back at a puzzled Kagome—who having just caught up at the last second, watched him press his face against the glass of the rearview window as the bus drove away.
It wasn’t much of a victory though, Inuyasha reminded himself, swallowing large gulps of air as he caught his breath, the next bus would show up in less than ten minutes.
Snickering to himself, the teen grinned at the passenger next to him—an older man with a suitcase, who rolled his eyes—and tapped his fingers over the worn cover of the journal he held.
Too bad for Kagome, that was all he needed.
He was halfway through reading—what was in his opinion—an entirely too long passage solely dedicated to how cute she thought that lame sap Hojo’s butt was, and snickered loudly when she briefly lamented on his stale personality.
Skimming through some boring entry about going to the movies with the girls on the last day of school, his bored gaze suddenly widened, coughing as he chocked on an unexpected yet very juicy piece of information—
Sango kissed who?!
The loud protesting screech of tires coming to a stop abruptly brought him out of his stupor, and looking around him absentmindedly, he slowly recalled exactly why he was running.
‘Oh fu—
Slamming the journal shut with a sigh, he hiked his pants up higher before discretely making his way to the exit.
He might have had a chance to look around him before jumping off the bus, had the driver not threatened to close the doors around his neck if he kept holding up the line.
Slightly disoriented, Inuyasha looked around desperately, before breaking into a run again.
Adrenaline shot through his bones as he easily jumped over a bench, before side stepping the few people walking down his path.
He was in the home stretch now—literally—and desperate hope flashed in his eyes.
With little precious time left to spare before Kagome’s bus arrived, the teen cut through a very familiar alleyway, and using a few trashcans for leverage, jumped a tall brick wall as he reached an expected dead end.
Landing on his haunches at the other side with a hiss, he wasted no time in dragging himself up, and silently cursed his pants.
It wasn’t much farther from there, when his exhausted steps finally stopped in front of a large and imposing gate housing a more than decently sized backyard.
Sucking in one last tired breath, he gripped Kagome’s dairy with his lips, and steadily started climbing.
Once at the very top, he dragged one leg over, and then the next, and very carefully flung himself down.
This time managing to land safely on his face, and onto the soft grass at the other side.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Inuyasha assuaged his nerves at the thought that Kagome—polite little priss that she was—no matter the circumstance, couldn’t and wouldn’t jump his fence.
Sitting up with a wince, he clutched the blue journal to his chest as he rested, breathing hard but basking in his triumph.
Only the joy of that thought merely lasted about a second when he recalled how most homes, including his, were built with readily accessible front doors.
Dragging himself up with a grunt, he hurried towards the sliding backdoors, practically ripping them open so harshly the rails screeched.
“Yo!” He called out into the large empty family room, praying to anyone and anything who would listen that no one else was home.
Luck, was of course, not on his side.
Just right before he could reach the sitting room—and so very close to the main entrance—he slammed into a wall of human muscle, and once again fell on his ass.
Looking up to meet the annoyed glare of his much taller and older brother, Inuyasha sneered.
“Oi! Watch where you’re going, bastard!”, he snapped.
Sesshōmaru’s unimpressed gaze grew arctic cold, and the hand that wrapped around the bamboo sword he carried, tightened at the hilt.
“You’re the one who ran into me, idiot”
“Yeah, whatever…”, the younger of the two grumbled, shaking away the stars in his eyes, just as the dreaded doorbell rang.
Dizzy or not, Inuyasha’s eyes widened as they met emotionless gold ones, and then flung himself around his brother’s legs before the other had a chance to turn to the entrance hall.
“What the hell are you doing?”, Sesshōmaru hissed, easily breaking from his hold and sending him a swift kick on the ribs.
“Ow! Fuck!”, his younger brother hissed, quickly holding up his unoccupied hand in surrender when his glare wordlessly promise another blow, “Just don’t open the door!”
Sesshōmaru’s soft sigh was somehow more terrifying to Inuyasha than any dirty look.
“And why not?”, he asked, everything in his demeanor expressing how little time and care he had for such nonsense.
Normally he would rather eat his own hair than ask anything of his hated, obnoxious half brother, but Inuyasha was at his wits end—he had been so close—was still so close—in succeeding, that even his massive pride was forced to take a backseat.
“Look man…”, he pleaded, actually begging, “don’t worry about it, just—just don’t answer the door! Please!”
“You’re being ridiculous”, Sesshōmaru, who observed such pathetic displays of cowardice with thinly vailed disgust, rolled his eyes.
Then turned back to the entryway with a frown.
Whoever was outside had quickly graduated from jabbing the doorbell insistently to pounding on the door rather loudly, like some deranged maniac.
“Is it the cops again, Inuyasha?”
The younger brother yelped as he dragged himself after his perpetually annoyed sibling, once again holding him back right before they reached the genkan.
“No!”, he hissed, gritting his teeth when the tip of the bamboo sword thwacked him on the head, “Come on, Sesshōmaru! Don’t be a dick! You’re not gonna wanna open that anyway—I’m doing ya favor, trust me…it ain’t pretty!”
As if on cue, “Open this damn door you coward!”, a livid voice screeched from the other side, fist banging against the expensive hardwood almost erratically.
“I know you’re in there, Inuyasha!”
Almost as if caught off guard, Sesshōmaru raised a pale eyebrow, “That sounds a lot like…”
“Kagome! Yeah, it’s her!”, his younger brother snapped, actual fear in his voice as he suddenly threw a book over his shoulder and floored it to the stairs, with all of the gallantry and grace as that of headless chicken.
Just as unamused as he had been when his moron half brother had stumbled against him, the seventeen year old bent down to retrieve what he had so rudely discarded.
Sesshōmaru observed the flimsy light blue book curiously—not a book, a journal, he noted—a very girly one, with an obnoxiously large ‘DO NOT TOUCH’ aggressively penned on the cover.
It was safe to assume that this was what inspired the girl’s rage at present, he reasoned, and forced himself not to snort in disinterest at the sheer stupidity of it all.
Deciding to give her a break, before she managed to knock the whole door down, Sesshōmaru reached forward slowly and unlocked the thumb turn.
Once she saw the door creep open at last, Kagome wasted zero time on pouncing on what she assumed was the guilty Inuyasha.
Now what she hadn’t realize until a second too late, was that it indeed wasn’t her jerk best friend who she clumsily landed on with a loud and unfeminine “umph"—but instead his older, grumpier, and much more intimidating half-brother.
With a somewhat daintier squeak this time, all she could do was helplessly wait and hope she’d die of embarrassment sometime before they both plummeted on the floor.
Fortunately, or unfortunately for her—depending on who’s asking—the older boy’s much stronger body broke her fall.
“Oh god! Sesshōmaru, I’m so, so sorry!”, she rambled, breaking out of his hold and pulling herself up as fast as humanly possible, sweeping down to pick up his shinai before it rolled away, “I swear, I thought you were Inuyasha!”
Heat coated her cheeks when she noticed he was in his kendo uniform, and if she wasn’t so intimidated, she might have reached out to dust him off apologetically.
For his part, Sesshōmaru said nothing, only lifted himself off the floor with more grace than Kagome felt anyone should ever have the right to.
He leaned forward suddenly, and assuming he was reaching for his bamboo sword, the younger girl immediately held it out for him, her bashful blue eyes averted.
Instead of ripping the weapon from her hand as she expected him too, she was puzzled to find that he merely reached down between them to retrieve the book he had dropped.
Blue eyes widened.
“H-Hey!” Kagome yelped, jumping up to swipe at it, “That’s mine!”
“What, this?”, The older boy inquired, and though his tone seemed nonchalant, he made a show of holding the journal just above her reach, letting the pad of his thumb lightly skim through the edge of its pages.
“Yes, that!”, she snapped, struggling over their significant height difference for a while, before finally prying it from his relenting grip with a harsh glare, “How did you end up with it, anyway?”
Sesshōmaru shrugged, finally accepted his shinai when she nudged it at him for the third time.
“My idiot half-brother dropped it running upstairs with his tail in-between his legs”, he replied, then smirked, “were you two exchanging diaries?”
Kagome gaped, unable to help herself, despite the mild annoyance bubbling in her belly.
Was he actually teasing her right now?
“Its not a diary—its a journal…for all my personal…notes”, she floundered, once again trying and failing to ignore the heat creeping into her face, “a-and we weren’t exchanging anything! He stole it from me, the big jerk!”
Technically, it was a slam book she shared with the girls. But he didn’t need to know that.
Knowing not to expect sympathy, Kagome couldn’t help but look up at the older boy through her thick lashes anyway, and yet, still had to stop herself from visibly flinching at the cold and shamelessly blatant, unamused stare that met hers.
If Inuyasha’s older brother had actually paid mind to any of her ranting, his demeanor certainly didn’t show it.
She fought back the sudden urge to wave her fingers in front of his blank eyes.
Somehow, Kagome had a feeling that there was a very strong possibility he might actually be looking through her, as if she were transparent, or worse—nonexistent—with how little his face usually gave away.
But then again, she reasoned sagely, for as long as she’d known him, Sesshōmaru only ever had three emotional settings: Anger, detachment, and arrogance.
Except with Inuyasha, who brought out a very special side of him like nobody else.
Sweet, sweet, animosity.
She scrunched her nose in contemplation.
Well, Actually…now that she thought about it, Inuyasha seemed to inspire animosity in most people he met.
‘Huh’, the dark haired girl inwardly shrugged, pondering at her hypothesis, ‘Maybe it was an Inuyasha thing. And maybe his hateful older brother, who couldn’t stand the sight of his guts and never ever fails to tell him so, was just yet another helpless victim in all of this’
Sesshōmaru, who despite his outward demeanor, was in fact paying amp attention, coughed awkwardly when she started chuckling to herself out of nowhere.
“Ahaha”, Kagome smiled up at him uncomfortably, wishing the ground would just swallow her up already, “I ah—I suddenly remembered something funny”.
“Hn”, he nodded slowly, sending her a mildly bewildered gaze, but otherwise spared her from commenting on it.
“So what you’re saying is, Higurashi”, he summarized, “you and my mentally challenged brother are already at this age now, yet still enjoy acting like little children?”
Though he had posed his statement as a question, Sesshōmaru gave a seething Kagome no time to retaliate however, when in making a point of turning his back to her, he simply padded off to the kitchen.
On his way, no doubt, to make one of his gross protein concoctions.
Kagome scoffed as she watched him leave, secretly envying how his long luscious hair caught the light as it swung slightly with each step he took, making it look even glossier still.
‘I hope it gets caught in the blender’
Enjoying the mental image of the usually impeccable Sesshōmaru with a bald spot, the almost sixteen year old stuck her out tongue at his retrieving form, before stalking her way upstairs at last, towards the other silver haired asshole’s room.
Reaching the only door in the house that was obnoxiously wrapped in yellow police tape and a massive stop sign super glued to it, she wasted no time in ripping it open.
Entering the room, she slammed it shut with just as much force—her mildly disgusted eyes immediately scanning the hazardous environment for her victim.
She found him within seconds, attempting to escape through one of his large windows.
“Well, well, well…”, she taunted, “Still think you can run? That’s okay, I’ll just stay here and wait for you.”
“Yo! Kags”, Inuyasha grinned entirely too widely, shamelessly greeting her like he hadn’t been running through two whole neighborhoods just to get away from her, “When’d ya get here? I’m just uh…you know, trying to get some air—man is it hot in here, or what—
“Spare me.”
Side stepping moldy dishes, yet still making a point of kicking foul smelling dirty clothes out of her way, Kagome sent him a vicious scowl.
“How much did you read?”, her voice however sounded deceitfully calm.
“What—
“How. Much. Did. You. Read.”
Okay, maybe not so calm.
Thick brows lifted and hid behind pale messy bangs, “I didn’t! As if I care what—don’t kick that!”
An old shoe box soared through the air despite Inuyasha’s protests, sprinkling baseball cards all over the floor.
He shrieked, clutching his window ledge util his fingers turned white, to keep himself from fainting.
“My Suzuki card was in there, ya stupid wench!”
Kagome snorted, grabbing one of the many pens scattering his cluttered desk, and held it up like a knife, “Thanks for the tip.”
Her best friend shook his head, dread filling his eyes, “you’re crazy—you’re seriously crazy!”
“What did you read, Inuyasha!”
For a second he really thought she might actually do it, and then he cried out like a little girl when she actually did it.
He almost did faint for real this time, but right before his soul left his body, she smugly threw the impaled card at his feet and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was only Hideki Irabu.
Man, he hated that guy.
“Look, Kagome…”, he reasoned, using his free hand to wipe at his brow—was he really sweating that hard?
“I didn’t get to read anything, you know I can’t multitask. And reading on the bus makes my head hurt”
Blue eyes gave him a skeptical look, “you’re lying.”
Locked into what had become the world’s most tense staring contest, defeated Amber eyes dulled significantly, and then lowered.
“I really don’t get why he bores me so much, but he just does! It’s such a shame too, Erin and I both agree he’s got the nicest ass out of all the boys in our grade. I don’t know. Maybe I should give him a chance, but then what if I end up hurting his feelings—
Kagome let out a shriek so guttural, so enraged, that it left Inuyasha ears ringing so hard he might as well have been Tom Hank’s character in Saving Private Ryan during the storming of Omaha Beach.
“I’m going to kill you!”
A small fist grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and his brain rattled when she shook him like a rag doll.
“Fine! Then do it already!”, He snapped, “But hurry the hell up! I really need to pee!”
Unsurprisingly, she dropped him like a sack of rotted potatoes.
“You’re disgusting”, Kagome grumbled.
“I’m disgusting?”, Inuyasha barked a laugh, making an effort to readjust all his weight on the one leg that wasn’t casually hanging out his window, “You’re the one who wants in on some Hojo action, only cause ya think his ass reminds ya of an apple or whatever”
“A peach”, a pale finger pinched the smooth bridge of a nose, thin brows creasing, “just shut up already.”
“Keh. That’s my line!”
“Why are you still hanging from the window”, Kagome questioned, when a few silent seconds had passed and he hadn’t made a single move, “didn’t you say you had to use the bathroom?”
“Yeah”
Pretty cerulean eyes stared him down as if he were just as incapacitated as his older brother had so rudely described.
“I’m stuck.”
Kagome blinked, very slowly, “…What…?”
“I’m stuck. My pants are stuck.”
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