Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyahsa.
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You know the expression “if trouble isn’t looking for you, don’t go looking for trouble”? Yeah. It’s a good expression. Solid bit of advice. You should listen to it. Looking back, I really wish that I had listened to it. But I was young and dumb and man did trouble look good in that pair of darkwashed jeans and a skintight, black polo shirt.
Trouble’s name was Sesshomaru. He was a senior at Shikon University, the same college where I had chosen to finish my undergraduate education. I met him at a party thrown by his fraternity on the second week of October in my freshman year.
If I had only known how my life would turn out after that chance encounter, I would have turned around and run straight out the door of the Kappa Kappa Phi house. I would have run until I was all the way out of North America. And I would have kept running until I was several continents away. Maybe Antarctica would have been far enough for me.
But I didn’t know. So I didn’t run. Instead, I strutted my tarted up ass over to the silver-haired Adonis who was the center of attention at that damn party, and introduced myself to the man who would eventually take my life.
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I’ve never posted anything that I’ve written online before, so I’m kinda nervous. Tell me what you think? Warning: in case you couldn’t tell, this story is going to be dark and probably bloody too. If that’s not your cup of tea, I’d say just stop reading right now.
Other chapters will probably be longer than this, but I couldn’t think of a way to start this story that was wordier but didn’t lose the feeling that I wanted. I guess I’ll set it as a oneshot collection for right now.
-Curiosity