Love Notes by Luna C.
A Certain Moron
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A Certain Moron
Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes, searching around the cafeteria for a certain moron aka his brother. The boy was in a grade lower than him, meaning Inuyasha should be in this particular building for his lunch period. He was risking a lot--not really, he didn’t like being in home economics so he had no remorse skipping that class--to find the idiot who helped whoever it was place the creepy letter in his locker.
“Why couldn’t we wait until after school to look for him?” complained Miroku, being dragged along with his best friend for his self-righteous expedition on locating an ever elusive person named Inuyasha. “I wanted to have a fantasy of the cute girls in class making me a meal.”
“Most of them don’t know how to cook.”
“Probably… maybe because they’re too busy making eyes at you my friend, to really pay attention to their cooking, thus ending with charred food as a dish.” Miroku sighed dramatically, his hand placed gently against his heart. “To have that sort of power over the lovely maidens.”
“Look for Inuyasha.” Sesshomaru ignored the other boy’s nonsensical ramblings, annoyed that he would bring up those bothersome twits from class.
After a couple seconds of searching halfheartedly, Miroku gave up. “It’s no use, I don’t see him so how about we return to class?”
“We would be reprimanded for skipping class.”
“I don’t mind, I’ll just tune Kimura-sensei out and pretend she was saying the most gratifying sexual things known to man.” Sesshomaru crinkled his nose, well aware of the pervert’s dream of bedding with the home economics teacher because of her large ass and breasts even though the woman was flat as a board a month ago.
“She’s not in today, we have Maki-sensei.” he informed the starry-eyed male.
His dreams screeched to a halt. “Then, let’s continue looking for your brother.” Miroku said with earnest, marching away comically. Sesshomaru merely shook his head, heading in the opposite direction.
He would have thought since having silver hair would be easy to spot in a large crowd, but it proved to be particularly difficult even in a sea of black and brown. He was about to abandon his search, thinking the younger male wasn’t there and could possibly be outside when a gruff, irritating voice broke his thoughts.
“Bastard, what are you doin’ here?”
The fates must have favored him in that brief moment as they delivered the person he needed to see. Behind him stood his obnoxious little brother, glaring at him behind those thick-framed glasses with a profound frown across his lips. Why he wears them, he had no clue since the moron could see just fine.
“Inuyasha, you and I need to talk.”
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Prompt: Home economics
Word Count: 452
The High School Challenge