Taking a break from my other Inuyasha story, Game of Cat and Mouse, because it's getting rather intense and I'm in the process of editing the next 3 chapters I've already written. This story means a lot to me and I will try my best to keep it light-hearted, so I hope you will enjoy. Please review if you'd like to see me continue writing.

Summary: He chose to hide his talents, his love for music, his very being for the sake of his family. Attracting attention was the last thing he wanted. To everyone, he was the quiet, invisible nerd in the farthest corner of the classroom and it was easier that way. But it didn't matter how hard he tried to hide—if nothing, he was a born singer.

HALO

CHAPTER 1: A SECRET IS MEANT TO BE UNKNOWN

The uniformed boy kicked the largest rock his nimble feet could reach and he huffed a silent breath of fatigue through his thin scarf and into the extrapolating cold air. He was beyond tired. But who could blame him? Honestly, if you weren't the least bit down after studying at the quietest and most deadpan fucking library for a straight 8 hours—right after school, might he add—then you're a loser with no life and just get GTFO of this story right now.

The silver haired boy sighed and readjusted the thick, heavy glasses which, without a doubt, were weighing an unsightly dent on the bridge of his nose. No, no, he couldn't return home like this. Not in this emotional condition.

And just like getting an answer from a certain superior being, Inuyasha spotted a karaoke bar at the end of the block. Inconspicuous, underground, and—checking his watch and the surround area—too late for anyone he knew to be around such a dangerous area so far away from his school.

Perfect.

He took out the dark, old beanie from his tote bag and swiftly put it on, making sure to keep a large volume of his silvery hair in, thus flawlessly incorporating a disguise over a disguise. Damn, he was good. He speed walked to the end of the block, took the narrow flight of stairs down to the basement and came face to face with an elaborate entrance. Fuck. He thought it was going to be cheap, but it looked like he was wrong. But he can't leave now. He needed this. Right now.

Inuyasha licked his licks hungrily and wiped his bottom lip dry with his right thumb. A habit he never did grow out of, but a habit that meant he was about to get serious.

He pushed the doors open, asked what he had to ask and soon, a woman from the counter was gesturing him into a room. Her expression told him he had failed miserably at a good first impression, especially so since he mentioned he wouldn't be ordering any drinks or food. Not that he cared. Not now when he was finally in a fully soundproof room with tinted glass on door. It was even far from the entrance and the washrooms, the farthest down the corridor, which meant he wasn't going to be disturbed indefinitely.

Without delay, Inuyasha stripped off or fooled with the items of his disguises, all except his beanie. That was never to be removed when in his alter ego. It was a strict decree he'd kept in the last 17 years of his life and he wasn't about to change regulations.

He turned on the all too familiar audio systems and grabbed the closest microphone as he flipped through the long, long list of artists for his one of his favourites. It was great that Beyonce started with a B, which meant it took him no time to find the song he wanted. Listen. That was the one. Without skipping a beat, it was selected and soon, Inuyasha was standing in a trance, fully ready to let out all the frustrations that had built up the passed week.

"Listen,

To the song here in my heart,
A melody I start but can't complete,
Listen,
To the sound from deep within,
It's only beginning to find release,
Oh, the time has come,
For my dreams to be heard,
They will not be pushed aside and turned,
Into your own, all 'cause you won't listen,…."

And soon, his eyes were closed. His voice that had the broad capacity to sound like a woman's, slowing rose in volume and sweat began to cling to his pale, velvety skin. So into it was he, that even as the song neared closing, he continued to sing, as if the music and the instrumentals were already ingrained in his head. He sang passionately, all his emotions, his everything into the empty room, hoping desperately it was enough.

And he listened. He listened to the invisible band behind him, hitting all the right notes with unparalleled accuracy, to the powerful lyrics that told his very story, and nothing else. Because nothing else mattered, and his vocals had descended beyond what the poor microphone could normally take.

And inevitably, he had missed the soft click of the door knob behind him, as a tall man of glistening nearly white hair and the crowd he brought with him prepared to enter the room as if they had done it thousands of times before.

Needless to say, the group was shocked. First at the discovery of a stranger actually having the nerve to steal their regular room, but ultimately, it was the boy's magnetic voice. Beautiful and hitting every key, tone, and pitch impeccably. Full of ardor and zeal, yet with an undeniable hint of elegance and pain, of gentleness and curiosity, of fear and optimism. Which, to say to the least, was completely unexpected from such a lithe body.

But soon, all doubts were cast aside as they became equally spellbound, simply burning their gaze into the boy's back. A strong posterior that was clearly exposed through the white of the boy's undershirt, stained in drops of minuscule sweat. A vaguely broad back with hot blooded, trembling, pulsating muscles roaring times of endeavors, tears, laughs, hurt, pride, and fever—of experience.

Their ears captured by the music, his voice, their eyes captured by his few but thoughtful body movements and how they effortlessly flicked drops of wet into the heat of the enclosing air.

Inuyasha ended his solo with another nippy flick of his bottom lip as he turned around, intending to sit back down. And the leader of the group at the door picked up on it, on impulse really, and swiftly stored every visual detail into his head. And in the next second, his eyes made contact with the boy's and as curious golden trapped fiery, aggressive amber, he felt every nerve in his body react.

But the hex lasted only two seconds, before the boy's eyes expanded in surprise and he quickly looked away with a full 180. And Sesshomaru thought, that as nice as it was to be able to see the damp, musky consequences of the boy's interesting activities again, he'd much rather analyze those orbs once more.

He needed to, as something told him that time was of the essence at this very moment.

As the minions he brought with him cheered, clapped, and hooted the boy from behind him, Sesshomaru treaded towards the boy, entirely intent on capturing the mysterious man that perceptibly held a precarious secret. But as he did this, the boy was making his own preparations—to escape that is.

Inuyasha immediately began to pick up his scattered belongings, trying his best to cover up as much evidence that might lead to his identity as rapidly as he could.

…He was more desperate than usual, because the man who was currently walking up to him was none other than the infamous "king" of his school. The smartass student council president who's family owned not only the entire institution including its entire board, but also half of the fucking city. He was a walking moneybag made of gold and shimmers. He was a top scholar, the attentive type by nature.

He was the most motherfucking dangerous man Inuyasha could encounter in this situation.

Life, why are you such a bitch? Why do you hate me, heaven? Goodbye, my beautiful, Asian ass. It was really nice knowing you, if I don't get out of this alive.

Another speedy mental curse and Inuyasha's escape plan was put into action. His hair was hidden away, all uniform logos were covered, his personal belongings were stuffed into his plain black tote bag and his thick glasses and neutral, apathetic face was back on his face again—his nerdy persona was back in action and nothing had been given away. He kept his head generously low and just as he was about the run pass the biggest adversary of his life, Sesshomaru reached out to grab his calloused hand

Fuck.

A momentary pause and then the boy managed to pull himself free from Sesshomaru's grasp before running out the door, through the opening his underlings had stupidly made available. But Sesshomaru hadn't missed how unexpectedly chilly the hand was. Sweaty, yes, which was probably the sole explanation of the boy's escape in the first place, but instead of scorching hot, it was pleasantly cold.

Ah, so the boy was nervous. But the question was why?

And as Sesshomaru brought the forgotten petite container of azure-coloured eye contacts to his lips, he made a silent promise to answer that very question.

Thanks for reading guys! Please review if you'd like to see me continue writing.
Beyonce – Listen, based on this video: http:/w /wa tch?v=_vpjU CSMw_4

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And just a heads up, I'm the type to gradually increase the length of chapters as I go, if you readers will allow me.

Also, I don't plan to do a lot of editing for this story. Just like how I wrote this chapter, I will more often than not, just finish updates in one go. Because my writing is really about my immediate feelings.

See you next time (hopefully)!