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Oh, Shit	By : TheKaytla Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 10105 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the series Inuyasha, nor its characters.They are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Five

Sesshomaru, still battling down the urge to tear Inuyasha’s foul voice box from his throat in honour of their truce, only made it up a single flight of stairs before being accosted by hotel management.

“Mr. Takahashi!” the portly man called as he jogged up the stairs behind Sesshomaru. “Please wait!”

The daiyoukai turned an imposing glare on the manager whose name escaped him. It was rather difficult for anyone to manage to look like an intimidating and powerful youkai of wealth and stature when they were indecently exposed and barefoot, but Sesshomaru had spent a considerable amount of time perfecting the technique. The fact that the nervous manager was human helped; he would have felt even more ridiculous than he already did had the man been another youkai.

After waiting a thirty second stretch in awkward silence, the man’s nervousness overflowed in a stream of words that spewed out without discernible pause in an impressive display of lung capacity.

“I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Takahashi, but we’ve received numerous reports of a disturbance involving a demon with silver hair and golden eyes, and although you were the only one I could remember who had checked in –”

So Inuyasha had gone unnoticed, both checking in and during the commotion the imbecile had created. Sesshomaru had never expected to envy the way the hanyou was invisible to the upper classes.

“– I was certain it couldn’t be you, but the other guests insisted I do something, so I came up here to check and inform you of the situation and found you here, and –”

“And you assume this Sesshomaru had something to do with this... commotion,” Sesshomaru interrupted, his voice dropping to a few degrees below freezing.

The manager visibly paled, his mouth opening and closing like a bulbous fish gasping for air. Sesshomaru overrode him before he could get out what he was trying to say.

There were two ways to convince the manager beyond doubt that he had absolutely nothing to do with the ruckus Inuyasha had caused: persuasion or intimidation. Feeling strained already, he had no inclination or patience to exert his considerable powers of persuasion and distract the human with wit and charm, and so instead he took the blunt, less diplomatic approach.

“If I am to expect to be insulted every time I stay at this establishment, I will be sure to take my patronage to another hotel,” he continued coldly, his eyes narrowing dangerously, and he watched with some satisfaction as the manager immediately began bowing and scraping and spouting pointless apologies.

Despite the daiyoukai’s suspicious appearance and his close proximity to the disturbance that had occurred, it worked, and he knew then and there he had no need for further threats. In situations like these, he could never be sure if it was fear of his youkai nature or loss of his money that so easily changed opinions. The ripple effects of him shunning this hotel would cause the administration to have collective heart failure.

"Enough," he said sharply, raising a hand and startling the portly little man into silence. "Ensure this does not appen again."

He turned and left without another word, leaving the manager behind in the middle of his stammered apologies, not sparing a glance back.

He kept his eyes straight ahead as he climbed all the way up to his penthouse suite, favouring the stairs over the elevator as a chance to work out some of his tension over the spectacle Inuyasha had dragged him into. He ignored the stares of those he passed, deigning them as beneath his notice, but he was acutely aware of each and every set of eyes that followed him. The rumours that flew from this debacle would affect his professional standing for some time to come.

The daiyoukai swept into his suite still in a foul mood. The maid he'd sent for to take care of the bathroom and bedroom was already there and well into her task; he noted, by scent alone, Inuyasha's clothing was resting on top of her cart, meaning she had begun in the bathroom as he had demanded.

Indeed, as he glanced over at the door in question, she emerged, whistling a cheerful tune and carrying an armload of cleaning supplies, which she nearly dropped as she noticed him. He watched her eyes skim over his bare torso and saw the flush creep into her cheeks and barely managed not to snarl at her. He wished he had stopped for a shirt before he chased after his insufferable younger brother; he had no patience to deal with the infatuation of a mortal girl.

"Are you almost finished?" he asked curtly, snapping the girl out of her daze.

"Ah, yes, sir - I mean, no, sir. Sorry, sir." Flustered, she paused, took a deep breath, and tried again. "I'm finished in the bathroom, but I still need to clean the bedroom as you requested, Mr. Takahashi."

He almost ground his teeth in annoyance. "Very well. Finish and leave. I am not to be disturbed."

Turning away from the maid, Sesshomaru began to walk toward the bathroom. He intended to cleanse himself once and for all of any lingering trace of Inuyasha's scent and hopefully unwind some of the tension in his body; after that, he would go and collect the hanyou so that they could sort out the mess they had landed themselves in - or, rather, Inuyasha had landed them in.

On his way, he passed the maid's cart and paused. Inuyasha's clothes were balled up in a sodden mess, and an offending scent still clung to them. Glancing back at the still flustered maid, he pointed a single, slender finger at them.

"Destroy those."

"Yes, sir," the maid replied, eager to please, not yet considering the strangeness of the request. Sesshomaru dismissed her from his mind after the next step, continuing on to the suite's bathroom, but just as he reached the door, she asserted herself back into his awareness.

"Oh - uh, Mr. Takahashi - sir?" she called out hesitantly. Sesshomaru stopped and slowly turned so that he could see her over his shoulder.

"Yes?" said coolly and in a voice that could in no way be mistaken for pleasant.

She seemed to wilt under his stare. "I'm sorry, sir - it's just - in the jeans, I found a cell phone, a wallet and a hotel key card. I would have left them where they were, but they were wet, and..." Her voice fizzled out under his flat gaze. "I'm sorry. Do you... do you want those to be destroyed as well?"

Sesshomaru continued to stare for a long while as he weighed the pros and cons. Tempting as it was to cause Inuyasha frustration as retribution for his own troubles, he knew he would need the hanyou's cooperation for the foreseeable future. If that meant he had to be the first to miss an opportunity to strike at Inuyasha, so be it.

"Leave them in the kitchen," he finally said, and stepped into the bathroom without another word, locking the door behind him. His expression turned grim almost immediately.

It was no fault of the maid's; he could admit that, even with his current mood. There was a delicately floral scent in the air from her top range cleaning products, and everything was spotless and gleaming. No suspicious stains marred the glass of the shower stall and no clothes spilled haphazardly across the floor. It was an improvement to how he'd last viewed this room.

There was nothing amiss with it to a human's senses. But to a youkai's nose, it was an entirely different story.

That pitiful sweet fragrance the maid had spread around the room could not hope to cover the smells of fornication. It only laid a thin veneer over the top that made it all the more nauseating.

Resolved to ignore it, Sesshomaru began to run a bath. He would not go near that shower again for the remainder of his stay in this room, he decided, glaring at it. He might eve change rooms - or hotels, for that matter.

He had suspected coming to the den of iniquity that was Las Vegas had been a bad idea when it had been proposed to him. But the client could have been an excellent source of revenue for his company had they been willing to budge. His instincts had told him not to go; the rest of the board had insisted he make the trip.

And so far, it had been a complete disaster.

Never again would Sesshomaru doubt his instincts, he thought decisively. He pulled off his trousers and tossed them carelessly to the ground; he'd never wear them again. With a sigh, he sank into the warm water, getting down to the business of scrubbing the hanyou's scent from his skin.

The actions brought his thoughts back around to his brother. Just what circumstances had brought them together, inebriated beyond the point of having a shred of common sense between them? Frowning, the daiyoukai closed his eyes and sunk lower into the water, replaying the events of the previous night he did remember.

He'd gone to the hotel's restaurant and bar to meet his clients, as they'd requested. It had been a late meeting, much to his displeasure; he'd been scheduled for an early flight back to London.

Sesshomaru grimaced. He'd forgotten about that. Another inconvenience to thank Inuyasha and indulgence in alcohol for.

The meeting had been a complete waste of time. Moreover, it would have been humiliating for a lesser demon. It had become apparent by the end that these potential share holders had only invited him to Las Vegas to eat and drink at his expense and listen to him talk about offers they had no interest in taking.

He'd left, in the end, unwilling to be the night's entertainment, but it had made him angry. The memory still did. And it was that anger that had led him to the bar.

He'd only partaken in water at dinner, while his hosts had drunk to their heart's content. But just then, he'd wanted something strong to settle the burn of anger in his stomach before he did something that, while satisfying, would have reflected poorly on both his social standing and his company.

After that, though, the memory started growing hazy. Furrowing his brow, Sesshomaru concentrated until finally, finally, it started to come back to him.

He'd felt the fool's youki before he actually saw him, but decided to stay put. Just the perfect end to the evening, he remembered thinking sarcastically. And it hadn't taken long for Inuyasha to find him, even as drunk as he was.

"'Shomaru?" he'd slurred in surprise. "Why're you here?"

Stifling a sigh, Sesshomaru had glanced over. The hanyou's eyes had been slightly glazed, and there had been colour in his cheeks. But he'd not, Sesshomaru had noticed, been as drunk as his speech had suggested.

"Having a drink," he'd replied dryly, turning back to the bar, the conversation ended as far as he had been concerned.

"You don't drink," Inuyasha had pointed out, taking it upon himself to climb clumsily onto the barstool next to Sesshomaru. "Not ever."

"And how would you know, hanyou?"

"Know you," Inuyasha had said simply with an exaggerated shrug, but hadn't seen fit to elaborate. "But if you changed or somethin'... you could come drink with us."

Inuyasha had waved a hand in a vague direction, and Sesshomaru's gaze had automatically followed; there, he'd seen what he believed was the fool's ningen friend, the monk, engaging in less than holy revelries with a few of the waitresses. He had appeared to be attempting to acquire their phone numbers.

"Bachelor party," Inuyasha had explained when Sesshomaru's upper lip curled in disgust. "S'fun."

"Then I won't keep you," he'd replied curtly. "Go have... fun."

"Naaaw," Inuyasha had drawled far too cheerfully, even going so far as to slap Sesshomaru on the back. "Can't leave you here when you look like a doggie who lost his bone, now, can I?" He'd laughed at his own joke, far too loudly for Sesshomaru's liking, completely missing his brother's glare.

"Inuyasha, I don't need -"

"Sure you do," the hanyou had interrupted. He'd leaned forward dangerously into Sesshomaru's personal space. "Somethin' happened to make you so miserable, eh? Talk to me." He'd seemed to struggle a moment for a reason. "S'what brothers are for, right?"

Sesshomaru remembered admiring the attempt, grudgingly. Possibly a symptom of the alcohol. Still, he'd tried to get rid of Inuyasha.

"What about your friend? Surely you don't plan to abandon him at his bachelor party."

Inuyasha had glanced over in the monk's direction and grinned. "Looks like he found some new friends. Sango gon' be pissed." And he'd laughed in such an evil manner that Sesshomaru had approved; he'd felt himself unbending slightly.

"Come on," Inuyasha had said cajolingly. "What you got to lose? You complain about whatever asshole pissed you off, we have a few drinks, then I fuck off when we're done. Win-win, eh?"

Sesshomaru had considered. And then he'd doomed himself.

"All right," he'd finally said. "What are you having?"

In the tub, Sesshomaru opened his eyes and actually groaned. Whatever had happened the night previously after that fateful moment, he'd begun it. If he'd chased the hanyou away, none of this would have happened. He may not even have drunk himself into excess.

He could no longer enjoy his bath. Quickly and efficiently, he scrubbed shampoo and conditioner through his long hair, rinsed, then climbed out, slipping into the fluffy soft bathrobe provided by the hotel.

He then left the bathroom and its telling scents behind, crossing the suite to his bedroom, where he lifted a brush from the bedisde table and began to comb it methodically through his long hair. He was pleased when he met with hardly any tangles, but not surprised, despite how fine it was; even his hair dared not defy him by knotting.

There was a suit cover on the bed; with one hand, he unzipped it, casting a critical eye over the material inside. He'd called his assistant before the incident in the hall for exactly this purpose, and even he could admit she had done well. The material was soft and light as he ran his fingers over it, and of a superior cut. As he set the brush aside and began to dress, he made a mental note to give the girl a reward when he returned, for a good boss encouraged excellence as well as he punished incompetence, his father had always said.

When he was dressed, Sesshomaru studied himself in the floor length mirror. Despite not having been tailored specifically to his measurements, the suit fit and hung well on him, and he looked more like he was about to enter a boardroom meeting than embark on a journey around the aptly named Sin City with his delinquent of a brother, trying to retrace their drunken steps.

As satisfied as he could be, Sesshomaru checked his watch. Almost exactly one hour had passed; it was time to go and collect Inuyasha. With a mask of calm composure in place once again, Sesshomaru left his suite - pausing only to collect Inuyasha's belongings as a temporary peace offering - and descended in the elevator to his brother's floor.

Upon exiting, his hyper sensitive hearing immediately caught the hanyou's voice from further along the corridor.

"- like a man, Miroku!"

Sesshomaru frowned and walked across the plush carpet to Inuyasha's door, lifting a hand to knock.

"Ow! Damn it, Inuyasha, get off of me, you crazy -!" The monk's voice cut off with the sharp sound of flesh against flesh, followed by a moan - whether of despair or pleasure, Sesshomaru couldn't tell. Maybe of both, knowing what he did of the monk's lecherous habits.

Ordinarily, he would have found overhearing such sounds disturbing; today, his quick mind latched onto how he could use it. If an anullment wasn't optional, he could use Inuyasha's adultery for a quick exit, if adultery it was.

First things first, though. As Inuyasha's voice began to rise again, Sesshomaru knocked sharply on the door. "Iunyasha," he said curtly. "Cease whatever you are doing and open this door."

There was a pause in the room. "You're lucky, monk," Sesshomaru heard Inuyasha mutter darkly, then he raised his voice and called: "One minute!"

The daiyoukai bit the inside of his mouth to refrain from demanding Inuyasha hurry. If they were going to have to work together, their time would be more productive if they weren't antagonising each other, and so he dug deep for his patience and resolved to wait.
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