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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 7: An Awkward Exchange
An uncomfortable silence filled the room then as they were the only two bodies left standing around awkwardly. At least, that’s how the Inuyasha felt suddenly, the other male’s presence nearly suffocating him.
Fuck... he couldn’t exactly excuse himself and leave the poor bastard here by himself... How rude would that be?
“Yeaaah, so- Uh... I’m... surprised as many fans showed up today. I thought the schools here ran from Monday to Saturday,” he wondered aloud as he shoved his hands in his jean pockets and bit his lip.
Sesshoumaru looked toward the door, trying not to notice the... admittedly rather adorable look that crossed over than hanyou’s face. Perhaps he was just as... uncomfortable as he was being alone together. “They do run Monday through Saturday, but I would assume the majority of us skipped today to be here.”
“Us? Hmm,” Inuyasha hummed, looking down at the floor while rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet. “I’m kinda surprised you’re a fan actually...” before snapping his mouth shut and stumbling. Dear god, that didn’t just... he didn’t just say that did he? Wide eyes flew up to meet intense gold.
Shit Apparently his band mates had been right about him all along! He did come with a set of simple, stupid guidelines to follow, ones they’d outlined for him as: “The Inuyasha Instruction Manual: Step One: Open mouth. Step Two: Insert foot.”
SHIT, he swore to himself again as he caught that stare the other held him in for a few intense moments. Why was Sesshoumaru looking at him so strongly!? Inuyasha panicked. The next moment the demon looked away, an odd sort of color gracing his features.
“Do you not have male fans in other parts of the world?” the youkai asked before turning back to him politely.
O-oh, Inuyasha blinked, feeling his heart rate go down (fucking hell this guy was gonna give him high blood pressure at this rate! Or even a heart attack!). He’d only taken Inuyasha’s comment as a way of saying they didn’t have many male fans?
“Uhh, no, we do, it’s just... I suppose I’m not entirely used to the culture here in Japan... most of our male fans dress... differently, I suppose. At least, that’s what I’m used to seeing...” Inuyasha staggered over his words once more. “Yep, usually... lots and lots of black... and Mohawks...” What the fuck was he trying to say again?
“I apologize, in all honesty, I wasn’t exactly sure how to dress for this event,” Sesshoumaru admitted, chuckling a bit at the cost of his own pride surely.
Inuyasha did a double take as if he didn’t believe the demon had misheard him. “Oh... no, you’re fine, you look really good actually.” The hanyou missed the widening of Sesshoumaru’s golden eyes and continued on with talking. “Now, what’s this about a tattoo? Where is it?”
Sesshoumaru seemed at a loss of words for a moment before regaining his footing and turning his back to the hanyou in somewhat of a daze. “Here,” he said, lifting the back of his shirt up a bit.
“Damn,” Inuyasha swore as he looked at their logo permanently engraved on the other male’s lower back. Proper placement for a Hollywood Whore tattoo if he ever saw one. “That’s... wow, that’s really amazing,” he smiled at how some fans were so dedicated to them as to mark their bodies like that.
Sesshoumaru turned around, pulling his shirt down, that odd coloring spreading across his nose once more.
“Wow,” Inuyasha whistled absently.
“Hm?” Sesshoumaru questioned, eyes drawing up in confusion.
“You’re... totally ripped, how much do you practice kendo anyway?”
Sesshoumaru looked taken aback a bit before, “How... can you tell I practice kendo?”
Inuyasha winced, swearing as he coughed. Yup. It definitely looked like Inuyasha would fuck this up all by himself. No help needed. Jesus.
“Uh… I guess that was a little presumptuous of me... thinking every Japanese male practiced kendo... heh,” he said lamely. “Too many ninja movies, I guess...”
“Oh,” Sesshoumaru let out a laugh, smiling genuinely, an act that Inuyasha had never witnessed at school before... And all he could do at that point was stare.
He actually looks... kinda attractive when he smiles like that, Inuyasha thought, not having nearly enough time to enjoy the rare, if not nearly non-existent, sight.
“Uh, it’s just... I like kendo a lot, and practice when I can myself... and... yeah... Not sure where I was going with that,” he laughed it off.
“You like kendo?”
“Mhm, takes the edge off from a long day, ya know? Kind of helps focus my mind when my thoughts are scattered. Doesn’t hurt that I feel like an action hero when I do it either, stupid as tat may be,” the half-demon said chuckling before looking around him as a buzzing went off in his pants. He pulled out a black phone (his “when in my real form I use this MAN phone” cell. “Sorry,” he apologized as he flipped it open and checked the text Kouga just sent.
Gonna be a while. Miroku keeps fuckin’ up and flirting instead of paying attention to the camera. The whore. -.-
Well, hell. The hanyou sighed flipping it shut and shoving it back in his pocket. “Sit down, I have a feeling they might be a bit longer than they thought.”
They sat there in silence, nothing but their obviously altered breathing patterns echoing through the rather bare room. Inuyasha had never felt more nerve wrecked in his entire life.
“So, uh... did you come here with friends from school?”
Sesshoumaru tilted his head slightly at the phrasing of that question, thinking nothing more of it when the hanyou winced.
“Sorry, I mean-”
“My friends aren’t aware of this... hobby of mine,” came a carefully worded reply.
Inuyasha blinked owlishly. You gotta be shittin’ me... The fearless, cold-hearted class president was... what... “Embarrassed about liking us?” The hanyou’s mouth snapped shut, not having meant to say that aloud.
The youkai’s eyes widened a bit and- from what the half-demon could tell- looked a bit upset over the insinuation alone.
“No, it’s not that.”
“Then, if you’re not embarrassed by liking us, why all the secrecy?”
“I’m a... very private person. And I like that my business is my own. So, yes, the fact that I’m a fan is something of a secret, even to my friends.” Sesshoumaru admitted.
In other words, he’s a control freak, too. Ah well, that makes more sense, I guess... Usually people want to share things like that though with friends or family, but whatever... Inuyasha thought. He leaned back against the couch, yawning. “Except your girlfriend right?”
“Girlfriend?” the youkai looked over at the hanyou, brows creased in what was now probably routine confusion.
“Yeah, the girl you came here with...”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” came the stern reply that left no room for argument, a shadow crossing over his face. “She just... happened upon something she wasn’t supposed to know,” Sesshoumaru said darkly.
Inuyasha blinked several times before he started laughing at the demon’s expression, never having seen such a peeved yet embarrassed look from the other in the time he’d known him. His amusement only served to make the youkai flush lightly, which the more the half-demon saw of it thought was rather becoming on him.
“So uh-... How’d that happen?” Inuyasha asked, forcing his lips to stay together and tightening his belly against the chuckles. “Your girlf- err, friend that’s a girl, figure it out?”
“It was an unfortunate occurrence but one I... suppose I don’t regret happening overall,” the demon began, leaning back in the seat he’d taken; growing a bit more comfortable in his idol’s presence. “It happened about two years ago. I had never gone out of my way to be around other people, yet somehow always found Onigumo-san there.”
The demon went on explaining his strange relationship to the red-eyed girl, Kagura, and throughout most of the conversation, all Inuyasha could do was go into automatic-nodding and agreeing and humming mode like he did whenever interviewers asked the same question over and over again. It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested in what Sesshoumaru had to say, he was oddly enough, it was just ever since he’d entered the school Kagura had always been rather... abrasive with his female alter ego, Inuzumi. She wasn’t nearly as bad as the other kids but she definitely wasn’t someone he’d say was nice either.
“-She wasn’t able to go home to change before coming here from school,” Sesshoumaru continued on.
“Yeah, I noticed that,” Inuyasha said, hoping the laugh in his voice was muffled. However, from the way the demon’s cheeks lightly colored it had apparently been obvious.
“The president of the school insists on those colors. We’re, unfortunately, somewhat infamous among the other senior high schools in the region because of it.”
Inuyasha laughed aloud, knowing all too well that “Yeah, Edo Metro University definitely gets its due shit where the dress code is concerned.”
A moment passed then. One comprised of:
Complete.
And.
Utter.
Silence
The room filled with only Inuyasha’s slowly dying chuckles as he looked over to see if Sesshoumaru was still there. Seeing that he was he couldn’t quite figure out why the demon had gone so completely quiet once again-
“I... never mentioned what school I attend...” the demon said carefully.
Inuyasha’s eyes widened so much he thought his eyeballs would pop out of his skull.
Oh my fucking god... He just made the BIGGEST mistake he could have with his comment and now- FUCK MY LIFE, the hanyou could have yelled out the window for all to hear. How the HELL was he going to save his ass now?! Shit!
“I-”
“How did you-”
“Oh... Uh- I... I have a... a friend... that goes there... so... when I saw your girl friend’s- err, friend’s- uniform I recog…nized... it?” he said, eyes shifty behind his bangs. That was the best he had? Fuck. Farewell, Japan! Goodbye any chance he had to find his father! See ya later, stupid-
“Oh?” the demon inquired, not daring to ask the hanyou to elaborate aloud, but his intensely interested stare all out demanding it. A... command... that said hanyou felt he needed to answer if this was the only opportunity he had to correct his monumental mistake...
“Aiko... Inuzumi...” Inuyasha said out of pure desperation for a name.
Sesshoumaru blinked at him, eyes slowly widening in response.
Yeeeep. Open mouth. Insert foot.
And eat shit.
What the hell had he just gotten himself into?!

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Chapter end.
Author’s Note: First- If you’d like to see the band’s logo and Sesshoumaru’s tattoo you can find it at my deviantart account (or on my profile).
Second- Once again, Kaytla, thank you for being so infectious. She had me nearly crying out in hysterics with her comment of “The Inuyasha Instruction Manual: Step One: Open mouth. Step Two: Insert foot.” Thank you to all that have read and reviewed!
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