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Relic of Dholes	By : LuciferDragon Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 1404 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“I wish I would have known about that professor rating site when I was in community. That would have been helpful for a few.” She tipped her tea to him. “And that textbook site.”
“You learn a few things when you’re saving here and there.” He nodded to her charging phone. “Any word from your brother yet?”
She checked the screen. “No. He must still be in class.” She swiped away another message from Corey.
“Is he still bothering you?”
She turned the screen off. “I don’t know. I don’t know how I feel about the whole thing. Guilt mixed with relief, I guess. And sadness, of course.” She tapped her phone. “My brother said I was a demi.”
“How old are you?”
“21, and yeah, I know what it takes to be a demi. This one was a trial.” She frowned into her tea. “I just thought it was a general lack of interest.”
“I never found it important anyway.” He finished his tea.
“What, sex?”
“It’s an instinctive and carnal need from time to time, that’s all. If you can find someone willing to dance with you, with nothing attached.”
She nodded, watching students pass by the windows, the buzz of conversations blending in to the background. “Corey was the first I tried a relationship with. I thought he might be different.” She shook her head and smiled, putting her attention back to him. “But I shouldn’t be telling practically a stranger about my dysfunctional personal life. Tell me more about the program.”
“Well, most of your classes will be in the same room, in that building behind you.” She followed his finger as he pointed it out. “Some will be in a larger theater classroom, and those buildings vary. Most professors are just here for research grants, so asking them for help is futile.” He toyed with his empty cup. “You’ll find yourself on the third and fourth floors of the library a lot to study, since it’s the only dead silent areas of campus. If you can’t study in your room, of course.”
She groaned and tilted her head back. “Shit, I haven’t even started researching where to live. Any suggestions?”
“I lived on campus the first year, since I wasn’t a transfer. It’s ‘highly recommended’ that first year students live on campus. After sharing breathing space with some nutjob for a semester, I got a job and found a decently priced one-bedroom not far from here.” He shrugged. “I’m not exactly social, though, and I prefer living on my own. The silence helps.”
“You’re talking to me, so you must be a little social.”
She found she liked his small smiles. “You seemed interesting, for once. I don’t come across many women I’d actually bother bailing out.” He caught himself. “In a completely platonic way. Especially after what you’ve told me.”
She laughed a bit. “It’s fine. Society wants to label all attempts at a man being nice to a woman as territorial, an attempt to get in her pants.”
“Not my intentions, I can assure you.” He tilted his empty cup to hers. “I can get us another cup if you’re still up for talking.”
“Oh, yes please, if you don’t mind.”
As he walked away, her phone lit up. Another message from Corey. She swiped up and read it, seeing six unread texts above it. They started full of regret, but gradually became more spiteful. You know what? I’m tired of this. Be a child and ignore me for all I care. Have a great life, Yamika. I hope the next sap you reel in realizes what a cold bitch you are.
Another text popped up, this one from her brother. I’m out in an hour. Hope you’re okay.
She tilted the phone to answer him back. Corey ditched me when I said I was staying with you tonight.
His response was immediate. I’ll skip this class if you need me to get you now. And I’ll beat his ass when I see him next.
Don’t worry about it. And I’m fine. I actually met someone who’s a history major graduating next year. He bailed me out in getting a phone charger.
He? Mika, are you sure you don’t want me to skip? I will.
She rolled her eyes. I’m fine. We’re just talking. We’re in a public place, fully lit, lots of witnesses.
Yeah well… just be careful, alright? I’ve met a lot of scum here.
“Don’t tell me you’re indulging him.”
She jumped a bit as Sesshomaru came back. “Not after he called me a cold bitch with the last one. No, my brother finally messaged me. Told me to be careful around you.”
He set the teas down and took his seat. “Wise advice. You barely know me. Though in that case I should also be careful around you.”
“Nicely played.” She took the lid off her cup to let the tea cool faster, and wrapped her fingers around the warmth. “He’s playing the protective big brother, especially with what happened.”
“I’d say I could relate, but I’d be lying out my ass.”
“No siblings?”
“A half-brother. We have different mothers.”
She tilted her head at his slight change in tone. “Sounds like you didn’t get along with him.”
“I doubt you’d get along with a younger sibling who received more attention from your father while he was alive.” He swirled his tea. “I know it sounds petty, but—“
“Not at all. So do you speak with him?”
“Our paths cross from time to time, especially with him also attending this campus.” He caught her gaze. “His mother’s idea, though she also passed sometime last year, not long after he moved on campus.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. His resulting temper leaves much to be desired. From what I’ve heard, his grades are slipping. If it keeps up, he’s going on academic probation. His girlfriend left him, and he’s going to lose his student housing if he gets kicked out.” He took a sip of his drink. “I know I should be the better man, and I actually tried once. He essentially told me to piss off and that he could figure his shit out on his own.”
“Has he?”
“No idea. Haven’t spoken to him in months. He’s kept out of jail, at least for now.”
Her phone vibrated and began to ring. Corey’s face filled the screen. She groaned. “For fuck’s sake. I don’t know what to do with this guy.”
“Do you see yourself trying again with him?”
“Not anymore, no. Hey!”
He snatched her phone and answered it, putting it on speaker. “Hello?”
“Who the fuck is this?”
“Sorry, Yamika can’t come to the phone right now. She’s having a drink with an adult.”
“You son of a bitch, put her on right now or so help me-“
“So help you what? Listen, as much as it would please me to explain how meaningless I find your threats, I’m a little preoccupied here with a woman you didn’t ask the right questions to. So, do us a favor, would you? Leave her alone.”
Her jaw slackened as he hit the end button, silencing Corey once again. “You smooth mother fucker.”
He frowned at the quiet device and handed it back. “Not in my repertoire usually. I can’t stand people like that. It’s sad, and weak.”
“And you can’t stand weakness.”
“No. I can’t.”
“Why help me then?”
He studied her for a second while he kept swirling his tea. “You didn’t seem weak. You were fighting, and ran out of options. There’s a difference.”
“Is there?”
He nodded as she took more of her tea. “Weakness means you are not willing to fight for yourself. You look for any means out. You don’t rely on your own strength. When you run out of options, you’ve done everything you could in your power. Then, it is fine to ask for help, or to offer it, in my case.”
She replaced the lid on her cup. “So if I had gone around begging for money?”
He grinned again. “Wouldn’t have given you a second glance.”
She looked as her phone buzzed again. “Hey, my brother’s class let out early.”
“I see.” He gestured to the phone. “Is he coming to find you?”
She looked at the message again. “It looks like it. He said he parked close to here.”
He reached into his bag and retrieved a pen and a scrap of paper. “In case you find yourself stuck again, you can reach me here.”
“Only as a last resort?”
He met her smirk. “I think you’ll be able to handle more than you know.” He tilted the paper to her between his fingers.
She plucked it from him. “It’s dangerous to give someone your number you know. I could be a rapist for all you know.”
“How do you know it’s not a false number?”
She gave him an amused gaze and tapped the number into her phone. She gave a mock look of shock when his own phone began to ring from his pocket.
“Fine, there is that,” he said while she tapped the phone off, ceasing the ringing from his pocket.
“Mika!”
She looked and grinned. “Kishi!”
Another man sat at their table. His hair was the same copper as his sister’s, though kept short and spiked up. His green eyes were just as vibrant as well. The slant of them gave way to their mixed heritage. He held his hand over the table to Sesshomaru. “Thanks for bailing out my sister. I’m Kishinko.”
“You have… odd nicknames for each other.”
Kishinko was thrown off for only a moment as they shook. “Ah, yeah. Our names don’t give the most fortunate of nicknames. Mine especially.”
“Still funny,” Yamika said with a shrug. “Ready to go when you are.”
“Sure.” They both got up and he nodded to Sesshomaru. “Thanks again.”
He nodded in indication and tilted his tea cup to Yamika. “Keep that charger handy.”
She tilted her own cup back. “Will do. Don’t be a stranger yourself.” She followed her brother toward the parking garages. When she looked back, Sesshomaru was gone. She barely noticed her brother speaking to her on the trip to the garages. She jumped a bit at a rumble in her pocket when they got into his car. She yanked it out, expecting something else from Corey. When it came up an unknown number, she frowned but opened the message.
It’s actually been awhile since I could have an intellectual conversation. You wouldn’t guess it, but not many women can hold my attention for long. Those that approach me are usually after one thing. The fawning is irritating. When you’re settled in out here, I’d like to talk with you again. This time, over better tea.
“It’s him, isn’t it? The black-haired pretty-boy. Has to be by that smile.”
She hadn’t even realized she was smiling. “Might be.”
“Just be careful, okay?”
“Am I not allowed to try to make friends in the area I’m completely unfamiliar with and will be living in soon?” She shrugged. “It felt natural. Like I kind of knew him, so it was easy to talk to him.”
Her brother hummed.
“What?”
“Nothing at all, Mika. Nothing at all.”
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