I Want You To Want Me | By : IchigoKurosaki Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 835 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Sesshoumaru sat at his desk with his leather chair turned facing the floor to ceiling window. He stared at the moon in thought, he didn't want to go home knowing who awaited for him. And it wasn't Sango. It was a Friday and the only progress they've made with each other was a quiet dinner at his house. It had been a nice date, of course the sexual tension in the air was almost deafening so it was hard to actually be comfortable in her presence. The second date, she wanted to go to the hard rock Cafe. Then, he decided to take her to the Higashi Gyoen garden, where they sat and admired the many flowers blossomed around them. He picked that garden because it's hardly ever crowded. That had been, an eventful night. He remembered every little detail, even what color lipstick she had on. He couldn't really forget because that was the first time he met her son Ryoma.
Flashback:
Sesshoumaru had been a little pensive having to actually meet her son. He hadn't be around a small child since Shippou. A smile formed at the mention of his nephew, soon to be a father. Something that was stolen from him a long time ago. Sitting in this cab for about a hour, he left early from his house because he was nervous and wanted to see Sango. Wearing a comfortable pair of fitted blue jeans and a white tee shirt, doing fabulous things to chest and waist. His tall frame stepped out of the taxi cab, paying the man with a few yen. He went inside Sango's apartment complex, taking the elevator to the fifteenth floor, he went toward her door and knocked twice. And waited. Knocking again, the door opened to a young boy with a unruly mass of long black hair. His frown was a tell tale sign that he belonged to Sango.
The mini Sango was looking up at him, lifting an eyebrow in a “what do you want” look. Sesshoumaru's smile grew, “Hello, I'm Sesshoumaru Mushima, I'm here to see your mother. You must be her son.”
Ryoma frowned further, “That's none of your goddamn business, dude. You can come in now.”
To say he was shocked was an understatement, he liked the boy already. That takes no shit attitude came from his mother no doubting it. “Quite. You are the man of the house.”
“My mom is in the bathroom doing her hair. I'll tell her your here.” He watched him walked down the hall and turn right, must be her bathroom. Forced to wait, he took a seat in a pretty comfortable beige couch situated by the door. The place was small but cozy, his thought pattern stopped though, catching a glimpse of a small face peek it's head out of the bathroom door. In the bathroom Ryoma sat on the toilet with that same frown and his arms crossed over his small chest. He felt like how he looked, that guy seating in the living room had the most craziest kind of old man hair he'd seen, it looked almost white. Peeking up at his mother through dark lashes, making too many adjustments to her hair again, made him even more upset.
“Ryo, pass me that black clip behind you.”
“Mom, I don't like that guy, the color of his hair is funny and he's too tall. What's his name again, sessmo...sesshle...sessdo...”
“His name is Sesshoumaru, honey; how do I look?”
“Pretty.”
“Thank you. Now, let's go and meet our guest.”
“I'd rather hang myself. ”
“What was that?”
“I said I'm ready when you are.” Sesshoumaru stood hearing a pair of sneakers scuffling against the floor with a pair of heels clicking behind. His face remained passive but his body roared at the sight of her, all curves, curves that begged for a man's touch. The silk black dress she had on hugged her hourglass figure to perfection. He caught her lazy gaze up his body, and grinned when she blushed caught ogling him like he was doing to her.
“Hello Sesshoumaru.”
“You look lovely, Sango.” Ryoma rolled his eyes at the funny look they were giving each other. He'd never seen his mother's face so red before. Slipping past them to the living room, he coughed loudly to get there attention.
Sango blushed, clearing her throat and picked up her purse on the kitchen table. “Suki should be here in the next five minutes. And you don't have to open the door because she already has the key.” She walked toward him brushing his bangs from his forehead she gave him a gentle kiss. “I want you to be on your best behavior, Ryoma. Do I make myself clear?”
He sighed regrettably, not able to withstand his mother's smile, “Yes.”
“Good. I'll be home later.”
“It was a pleasure meeting you, Ryoma. I hope to see you again.”
“Ditto.” He mumbled under his breath as they exited out the door. He huffed loudly, turning on the television screen and flopped down on the comfy floral couch, with the same frown.
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