Okay, let me make this clear. I've had this written for awhile, and decided to post it. You no flame, me no blame.
Disclaimer: I'm an American girl, not to mention a former military brat. Do you think I own InuYasha? If so, seek medical attention at once.
Summary: Sesshoumaru, the shy, shunned student, gets sick at school one day. He's more than a littel surprised when the famed InuYasha takes him home to care for him. All goes well until InuYasha comes down with a nastier version of Sesshoumaru's stomach virus. After their true blood is revealed, which will InuYasha choose? Human or Demon? He isn't going to live much longer if he stays as a half-and-half!
"Pay attention!" The voice bellowed in Sesshoumaru's ear. He jumped, and his desk chose that exact moment to collapse. Teenager and desk ended up on the floor in a tangle of wood, limbs, and metal. A wave of giggles spread across the room, further embarrassing the already miserable male. Blushing furiously, he collected his belongings from the floor and stood, tipping his head forward to hide his face behind a curtain of hair. The teacher inspected the wreckage. "Hmmm…all of the bolts are missing. Well, go sit over there." He pointed at a desk near the center of the room.
"Yessir." Sesshoumaru mumbled, and moved quickly to the desk, cursing whoever had pulled the prank under his breath. He dropped into the seat and arranged his things on the desktop. The teacher eyed his slouch in annoyance.
"Sit up!" he snapped, and Sesshoumaru groaned. That was very well for your average teenager, but not for him. He was well over 6 feet in height, very close to 7 feet, and still growing. "Is there a problem, Sesshoumaru?"
"N-no sir." He stammered.
"N-no sir." Someone repeated. Sesshoumaru blushed again. As students went, Sesshoumaru was a good one. When it came to popularity, however, he was at the bottom of the heap. Lower even, on some underground level that he shared with worms, dirt, and the crabby old janitor. He had no friends, though he'd almost made friends with a quiet freshman earlier in the year (before Sesshoumaru's extreme shyness kicked in, and the jocks decided to take the kid as one of their own), and he was constantly ridiculed for his looks. In addition to his almost unnatural height, Sesshoumaru had golden eyes (slit-pupiled, though everyone said he wore contacts), sharp teeth, claws (rumored to be an elaborate manicure), pure white hair that fell straight to his waist, pointed ears (which had to be cosmetic surgery), and some odd markings on his face, which, it was said, were tattoos marking him as a member of some satanic cult. There was one other student in the school with features like his; InuYasha. This other was, if possible, even stranger than Sesshoumaru. He didn't have the facial markings or the height, but he always wore a baseball cap, in school and out, and none of the teachers or staff bothered him about it. The only reason that he wasn't given as much trouble was because he was vicious. Also, he had several friends, each supposedly as dangerous as he was.
"I want a two page report on Tuesday. You're dismissed." The class got up and filed quickly out of the room. Sesshoumaru was, as always, glad to be free of school for the day. He took a rather long route home, arrived late, got lectured by his landlady for being late (he ignored her), ate a quick dinner, and went to bed.
/Morning/ "Wake up Sesshy! Breakfast's almost ready!" Sesshoumaru groaned and bopped the 11 year-old on the head with a pillow.
"Morning squirt. I thought you were leaving today."
"We're leaving at 10:30. Mom wanted to say goodbye first."
"Got it. Scram, I have to get dressed." The child left, and Sesshoumaru dressed. His head hurt, but he ignored it.
"Good morning Sesshoumaru." His landlady greeted her tenant happily and plunked a plate of scrambled eggs down in front of him.
"Morning." he mumbled. Just looking at his breakfast made him feel queasy! Still, he forced himself to eat, and even then, he only managed to choke down half of it before the taste became too nauseating to bear. "Thanks for breakfast."
"No problem. Aren't you hungry?"
"Not really."
"Okay. Remember, we won't be here when you get home."
"Yeah, I know." Lucy and her son were going south for a couple of weeks, for a combination wedding, family reunion, and long overdue vacation.
"Keys are in your bag, there are leftover's in the freezer, and I've taken care of the mail. Have a good time."
"I will."
/School-2nd hour- Language Arts Honors/ Sesshoumaru looked up at the clock. Time was going by very slowly. He'd taken something to settle his stomach before he'd left the house, but it wasn't working very well. As if to further prove this point, his stomach twisted, and he winced. That medicine didn't last long he thought, and turned back to the essay he was supposed to be editing. He sighed. The letters blurred, doubled, and danced before his eyes. The pounding just behind his temples increased…
"Sesshoumaru?"
"What?" Sesshoumaru asked, startled.
"Are you alright?" the teacher asked. "You've been staring off into space for the entire class."
" Just a headache." The bell rang just then, saving Sesshoumaru from further questions. The teen stood up quickly, and regretted it instantly. His head spun, and he staggered into a desk.
"Is something wrong?" Sesshoumaru shook his head, as much to dispel the residual buzzing in his skull as to mean no, and picked up his book bag. His stomach protested, and he placed one shaky hand over it, praying that he could keep his breakfast in his stomach, where it belonged. He managed to survive the next class, and was actually starting to feel a bit better when he arrived at the fourth class of the day. Science. Physics to be exact. He never did figure out what in the room caused it, but something made all his symptoms return with a vengeance. He swallowed uneasily. The first twenty minutes crawled by. The teacher droned on. Without warning, his stomach flipped over. Sesshoumaru gritted his teeth, concentrating on settling his stomach. No such luck.
"Are you okay?" a student to his right asked. The unhappy youth shook his head.
"Would you two care to share your conversation with the rest of the class?" the teacher snapped, clearly annoyed at the interruption. Then he saw Sesshoumaru, who was still fighting his stomach, and losing. "Sesshoumaru? Are you feeling alright? You look absolutely green." The boy groaned, stomach rolling.
"I think I'm gonna be sick." Sesshoumaru whispered.
"You're excused." The teacher didn't really need to say so. Sesshoumaru was already out the door, one hand resting on his unsettled stomach, the other clamped over his mouth. He raced down the hall to the boy's bathroom, and crashed down onto his hands and knees in a stall. His body shook as his stomach brought up what felt like everything he'd eaten in the past week. A pair of hands pulled his hair back, out of his face, and then moved to rub his back in an attempt at calming him.
"Easy. It's okay. Don't tense up like that. It's hurting you." The voice was unfamiliar, but friendly. When his stomach had calmed down somewhat, Sesshoumaru stood up and staggered to the sink with the intent of rinsing his mouth out. It never occurred to him to see who was with him. The stranger released him once he was supporting most of his weight on the sink and spoke again. "Do you need help?" Sesshoumaru nodded.
"I don't think I can get back to class on my own."
"Who said anything about class? I'm taking you to the nurse's office. You're in no condition to be at school, let alone in class."
"Okay." Sesshoumaru didn't have the energy to argue, and allowed the stranger to steer him out the door and down the hall, down a flight of stairs (this posed a bit of a problem, as Sesshoumaru was at least a head taller), and into the nurse's office. Somehow, he was able to keep Sesshoumaru from seeing him. Not that Sesshoumaru really cared. He was still feeling awful, and he was pretty sure that, once his stomach had recovered, he was going to be sick again.
"Which class did you leave?"
"Physics."
"Got it. I'll get your stuff in a minute."
"Thanks." The nurse bustled over.
"Which one of you is here to see me?"
"Me." Sesshoumaru mumbled weakly. As if it wanted to prove that statement, his stomach flipped over again, and a sick feeling rose in his chest. Several seconds later found him on his knees before the trashcan, shoulders heaving as he vomited again. The stranger pulled his hair back once more, speaking to the nurse as he did so.
"This is why I brought him. I found him upstairs, but I thought that there wasn't anything left in his stomach. Guess I was wrong. I'm going to get his stuff from his last class, if that's okay with you."
"You do that." The nurse helped Sesshoumaru to a cot in the corner. Once he was safely seated, and no longer in danger of falling over, she popped a thermometer in his mouth. When it beeped, she checked the readout and winced sympathetically. "Mmmm…100 even. Just a low fever. Looks to me like you've got a strain of stomach flu. Poor guy. You should go home."
"I can't. My landlady is out of town, and I don't want to be alone."
"Then perhaps your rescuer will take care of you. I'll ask him when he gets back with your things. In the mean time, you should try to rest." Sesshoumaru nodded and closed his eyes. Sleep came quickly.
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