Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Heck, I don't even own the locker in school!
Note: This is my first Inu fic,so please be kind.Oh yeah, and please review too! Thanks.
Chapter 1:
Sesshoumaru stepped out of bed and ran a muscled, yet slim, hand through his short, silky, silver hair that gleamed like water in the morning sunlight.
Yawning ever so slightly, he stood up and looked at the digital clock that had its bright, glaring numbers that were formed with these luminscent green dots illuminating the black screen.
8.50 am
Scratching his toned face lightly, he wondered in his mind why he had woken up so late. There was nothing special that he had done, neither had he been staying up late the night before.
Picking up a white baggy shirt that was strewn across the chair near the balcony, Sesshoumaru pulled it on before frowning.
He never threw his clothes around. He didn't believe in doing messy, barbaric stuff that commoners that his brother Inuyasha did.
Noticing a LOT of clothes strewn everywhere, Sesshoumaru was being to get...irritated.
Not angry, like normal housewives or mothers would be.
Not worried, like those people living alone who had eccentric habits and who were absurdly worried everyday that their house might be broken into.
Not upset, like some neat freaks.
No, he didn't feel any of those normal emotions.
Not at all.
He felt irritated.
He was weird.
Getting down on his knees, he saw something red which was snagged onto the bottom of his plush sofa. Pulling at the strangely elastic string attached to it, he wondered groggily why this was so stretchy and why it was red.
He never wore red.
Pulling it out, finally, with a final tug, he pulled the strange newfound item into his hands and got the shock of his life.
Although only a few things registered in his mind slowly due to the fact that he had just been sleeping, he knew what this strangely curious item was.
Red lace, red cloth, a tag stating a alphabet and two numbers.
It was a bra.
He almost fainted as his mind reeled on what he had just discovered.
This bra, it couldn't belong to a-...no...his mind wouldn't accept it.
But he knew he had to, unless there were these facts, which had the possibility of being true as much of him becoming a world famous rock star with a mohawk-cut and with gel and tattoos, these stated possibilitied were impossible.
1) His brother was gay and enjoyed dressing up as a transsexual
2) His brother's girlfriend had left it behind
3) It belonged to the housekeeper, an elderly woman in her SEVENTIES
4)He was hallucinating
He knew that the first two were most DEFINITELY wrong.
Know why?
His brother didn't even LIVE in the same house as he did.
Fearing the worst, Sesshoumaru stood up and turned around facing the bed.
There was a lump underneath the silk white sheets.
It couldn't have been Pluffy, his big fat, slobering, cuddly, hairy, silky, yet extremely adorable dog.
Pluffy was at Doggie Day Care.
So...what was that specific lump?
...a curvy lump, to be more descriptive.
Shaking his head vigorously to get all impure thoughts out of his head, Sesshoumaru tiptoed quietly to the bed, grabbed the sheets with his hands and pulled the soft square material with a tug.
It fluttered to the floor gently while he,on the other hand, almost had a fatal heart attack.
Looking at the girl, the first feature he noticed about her was her long bluish, black hair. It shone like the sky on a dark night, yet it seemed like there were stars glittering in it.
Mesmerized, he reached out and touched it gently.
It was silkier and softer than the sheets he had just pulled.
Brushing her hair to one side, he saw her face, and suffered the shock of his life.
Looking down at her body, Sesshoumaru's face remained emotionless, yet inside, his mind was screaming.
She was not wearing anything, nothing at all. He had gotten, in a period of a single ,morning, three, very, extreme shocks that almost led to his death.
Most of all was, he knew her.
And he had just gotten the feeling that he had just slept with her the night before.
...Okay...how was it?
I am sorry if it was really bad.
Please,please R&R!