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lemonlushff-iy · 3 years

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Chapter 1

Inuyasha burst into the men's bathroom, bracing his shaky hands on the ledge of the sink.

This...This couldn't be happening. Could it? It...He knew it was possible...That it would happen one day...But...now?

He reached over the sink to turn on the faucet, splashing cold water onto his face and dampening his silver bangs. He'd hoped it would help...But...He still felt lightheaded. Shaken. Trembling. His breathing was ragged, and he looked...about as big a mess as he felt.

Because the shirt he was wearing...

His shirt was red.

"It's...it's ok," he mumbled, looking at himself in the mirror - the bright red of his cotton button down glaring back at him like a beacon in the night. It was the most jarring thing in his world. His hair was still the same silvery grey it had always been. His eyes, the same shade of grey.

The rest of his world...it was still...

Grey.

But his shirt...

No...his fucking shirt.

It was bright fucking red.

The first color he had ever seen that wasn't grey scale.

He ran his clawed fingers through his bangs, trying to get a hold of himself, but it was hard. It was like his thoughts weren't connecting in his brain, and everything had just gone...blank. He should be excited. Thrilled. Instead, he was fucking terrified.

Because his soulmate was nearby...

...And today was the fucking biggest day of his professional life.

The door to the bathroom burst open, and Inuyasha could smell Sesshomaru before he could see him.

"What the fuck man? Why the hell did y—" he demanded, stopping mid sentence when he could smell his younger brother's nervousness. See the water on his face and clothes. "Yash...what...Are you ok?"

Inuyasha slowly shook his head, swallowing. He tried to open his mouth and tell his brother, but the words caught in his throat and he was left floundering. His lips were trying to form sentences he couldn't actually articulate.

"Inuyasha, what happened," Sesshomaru pressed, taking his shoulders between his large hands. It should have felt comforting...but all it did was make him feel smaller. Like he was a child again, needing his older brother to protect him from the kids at school that made fun of him.

Because he was color blind.

They'd called him a freak. A weirdo. Strange.

All because he couldn't relate to simple questions, like - What's your favorite color? Can you pass me the yellow marker? What do these four things have in common?

Hint - they were all blue.

Something he couldn't see.

Because he hadn't met his soulmate yet.

But now...now he was seeing red.

Literally.

"My shirt," he breathed, and Sesshomaru's face furrowed in confusion.

"What about it? Did you spill something on it? Rip a hole in it? Do we need to trade?"

Inuyasha rapidly shook his head, running his hands down his face.

"It's red," he muttered, and Sesshomaru blinked slowly at him.

"Yeah? So? You knew that when mom gave it to you. What's the big deal?"

"I...No. Sesshomaru. My shirt. It's red."

That time when he said it, really stressing the word "red", he could see it click in his brother's brain.

"Oh...shit..."

"Yeah. I know."

"...Shit!"

"I know!"

"What are you going to do?"

"I have no fucking idea Sessh! How the hell am I supposed to go out there and try to sell myself and my art in this fucking show, when my fucking soulmate is here!"

"Shit..."

"I know!" he repeated, his ire growing the more they stood there in the bathroom. He was starting to panic. Inuyasha needed to mix and mingle and socialize...but he had zero desire to do so. Now that he was at least a little calmer over the absolute fucking shock of seeing color for the first time in his life, he only had one desire.

Find his soulmate.

But...if he fucked this show up, he might never be invited to show at this gallery again. He'd spent a good chunk of his career as a painter working to get into this place. It was known for its exclusivity. You couldn't be just anyone to show here.

You had to be someone.

And he was finally someone...And it had been a hard fucking road to get here. He couldn't fuck this up...but...He also couldn't lose whoever his soulmate was.

Inuyasha watched his brother's lips press into a thin line as he tried to think of a solution, before finally coming to a decision.

"Trade shirts with me."

"I...What?"

"I'm going to pretend to be you," Sesshomaru explained, untucking his shirt from his pants. "You're going to pretend to be me. Just for now. We look almost the same anyways. That's what mom and dad always say."

"We do not! You have a fucking moon in the center of your head, and two stripes on your cheeks - I only have the one. And then there are the ears..."

"I know but...Most people aren't going to remember that shit anyways," he continued, handing his brother his shirt. "If someone knows who you are, what are they going to say? 'He's the dog demon in the red shirt.' I can be the dog demon in the red shirt. It's the best we've got right now...And you haven't been formally introduced yet. You said you never even met the gallery owner!"

"Only assistants," he nodded weakly as Sesshomaru started unbuttoning Inuyasha’s shirt for him.

"Perfect. I think we can pull this off for now. It's going to be fine. You just...Need to try and find her. Fast."

Inuyasha nodded numbly as he shrugged his shirt off, trading with his brother. Sesshomaru's shirt felt warm as he slipped his arms into it. It was an odd thing to notice, but...it felt oddly comforting, as did the scent of his brother enveloping him. It was like being wrapped in a calming layer of reassurance while his entire world was being turned unexpectedly upside down. Even if they couldn't pull this off...he was thankful for his brother and his crazy idea. It was making him feel calmer, at least.

"It's going to be fine Yash...Alright?"

He nodded numbly again.

"Hey. Look at me," Sesshomaru repeated, taking his brother's chin between his fingers. "Let me hear you say it."

"I-it's going to be fine."

Sesshomaru nodded and the corners of his lips quirked up into the slightest of smiles.

"Good."

They quickly finished dressing and gave each other a once over before deeming they were ready to face the world.

"Hey...Sessh?"

"Mmm?" his bother replied, before grabbing his shoulders. Inuyasha felt Sesshomaru's finger's in his hair - fixing his bangs, pulling his locks into a ponytail with the hair band he had been wearing...

"What...what if my soulmate...isn't a woman?"

Sesshomaru paused, tilting his head to the side.

"You mean if it's a man?"

"Y-yeah. I mean...I never really thought about a man before? Or was interested in one, but what if—"

"We won't love you any less, if that's the case. You know that, right? It's ok, if that's what happens. We love you. And if your soulmate isn't...what or who we always pictured...It won't change you for us, alright? We just want you to be happy, so stop worrying."

Inuyasha could only shakily exhale and nod his head, allowing his older brother to continue fussing over him.

"I feel like you might be a bottom though."

Inuyasha shoved him away and turned towards the door, ignoring his brother's laughter.

He had a unique way of pissing him off and calming him down all at the same time.

***

There were little hints of red everywhere he went now. He hadn't realized just how colorful the world was until he could see red. It was in the wine. The strawberries. The carpet near the glass doors. Outside he could see streaks of it in the distance from street lights and in flowers. He could see it in the glow of the exit sign near a stairwell.

It was distracting...but...it was also fading.

That meant he was losing her. Or him.

It made his stomach twist into knots.

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cnchoe-imagines · 5 years

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gettin’ hazy; yashua

summary: yashua x gender neutral!reader – you two are friends, nothing more, but your resistance is weak, and your need is growing (song prompt: outta my head - khalid)

word count: 1.2k

warnings: suggestive, partying, drinking

a/n: oop hello this is for @girlbabyvelez 500 writing challenge !! thank u noe for your patience and being the best bih in the world ilysm and i can’t wait for your future fic events !!!

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Miami party lights clung to every sliver of bare skin you showed, blue shadows and orange highlights leaving harsh lines across your body. Sweat and stray glitter illuminated you even more under the cabana, and the shimmer and colors decorating your flesh made you feel like a stained glass piece -- such sharp borders for such a soft subject. What a sacrilegious thought, the air whispered, when the smell of sex and alcohol around is so infuriatingly tempting and you have so little resistance to the power of the night.

A familiar scent followed, and you turned your head quickly, hopefully. And, what a shame, it’s the wrong boy. Curse those Dominicans for wearing the same cologne -- so heavy, laced with raw tangy masculinity and a sultry, overpowering undertone that makes you feel vulgar for even inhaling it. Richard smelled like too much Presidente and his lax movements and exposed, flushed chest gave you more of a clue to his inebriated state than he’d ever care to admit.

“¿Qué lo que?” He grinned, lopsided, around the syllables and swung a heavy and bare tattooed arm over your shoulder. You nudged him playfully, silently teasing him for how loose he was tonight.

“I think I should be asking you that question,” you shot back. The Miami heat is enough to entice anyone, you could practically hear him defending himself, even though he switched between heavily accented Spanish and slurred English. He’s no lightweight, so you knew the beer in his hand wasn’t the only thing that he’s chugged tonight. With this kind of coverup, everyone is gonna think he’s drunk off one bottle.

“He’s not here yet,” Richard said offhandedly, and you wondered if your distraction was really that noticeable.

“Hm?” You feigned ignorance -- the reggaeton is too loud, you lied, who are you talking about?

“Ay, this shit again?” He pulled away, looking directly at you -- he may be tipsy, but he’s observant. His dark eyes watched every twitch of your expression, every crack in your facade. “You really think we can’t all see it?” His perfectly shaped eyebrow raised, as did the corner of his lip, so knowingly, so mocking.

An excuse is on the tip of your tongue when you hear Richard’s name called, both of you perking up. The voice is loud, energetic, and very familiar -- too distinct from the overlapping Caribbean accents around to be overlooked. Chris calls for Rich again, and you push him in the Ecuadorian’s direction, happy to be escaping his nosy presence. Gracias a Dios.

Richard sighs, and sends you one last look -- no mientas, his piercing eyes scream -- before he walks off.

The subject of Richard’s suspicion arrives fashionably late, with the rev of his lowrider and the rumbling of his radio sending chills down your spine. You tried to not let your eyes trail in his direction as he pulled onto the beach, cutting the engine before he slammed the driver door.

Even in the corner of your sight, you could see the chains that wrapped around his neck, light bouncing off the edges of the gold crosses and dog tags. They were so alluring, so seductive against his dark skin and inked torso, against the 777 across his chest and the Chinese characters tracing his side.

His steps were silent but his presence wasn’t, confidence and determination palpable in the air surrounding him. He stalked towards you like he knew you wouldn’t run, wouldn’t resist. He was right. You stayed standing in the sand even when he pressed up behind you, sliding his arm around you carefully as to not draw attention. You two were clingy friends to begin with, and you doubted the tipsy partygoers around would read too much into the action. However, you both knew the warm press of his bare chest against your exposed back was anything but platonic.

“Missed me?” Yashua murmured against the shell of your ear, fingertips tapping against your waist -- the ghost of a feeling that you both craved so deeply.

“Of course,” you replied, laughing through the words to hide their deeper meaning. You turned in his hold and smiled, his dark and hooded eyes already zeroed in on you. His gaze was so full of frustrated longing, pining, and pure lust. Everyone can see the way you’re looking at me, amor.

Normally, you’d never indulge his neediness. You two had a silent pact, your sexual tension wasn’t to be taken any further than yearning looks and the occasional brush of bodies. However, both of you had been dwelling on your agreement, resenting it, questioning if it was what either of you really wanted. All it did was tease and taunt -- one of you would surely break eventually.

He pulled you closer and your hands pressed against his chest, his pounding heartbeat and the rumble of the chuckle bubbling from his stomach electrifying against your palms. You so desperately wanted to let your fingers roam, to caress every line of his sculpted muscles and tight, tan skin. A part of you couldn’t resist, and you let your thumb draw circles against the top of his pec, barely a hair away from his dark tattoo.

Yashua pressed into your hands, and his head lowered, breath hot and bleached hair ticklish against your skin. Your lips parted, begging, pleading for him to move just a bit lower, to spoil your desires and press that plump, pink mouth against yours.

He tilted just slightly, and you let out a sigh as his lips met your ear instead. “Rich is staring.”

You don’t want him seeing, do you? He could get the wrong idea. The depth behind Yash’s words rang in your head, but instead of backing away like usual, you let yourself sink into his welcoming body. “¿Y?”

He grumbled, low in his chest, reverberating against your greedy hands. His voice was barely composed when he spoke, and you could hear the want in his tone, coming from so deep within his being. “Me vuelves loco…” He groaned. “I can’t get you out of my head.”

You pressed your lips against his cheek, felt the flush of his skin, smelled the comforting spice of his cologne, inhaled the pleas evaporating from his sweat. “Then don’t.”

Yashua grinned, like he’d waited years for you to say that -- and maybe he had. You knew you did. Only, now, you both wanted to pursue more, to risk it all, for the hope of something better, deeper, richer.

Richard was nowhere around when you pulled away, and you internally scoffed. What a sly boy.

Orange and blue glow clashed against the windshield of Yashua’s car, making a haze of light surround the vehicle -- seducing you with every step, luring you closer until the cool metal handle fell under your curled fingers.

Yashua started the ignition, and you sank into the leather seats with a lopsided grin. The moonlight led you off the beach, led Yashua’s long fingers up your thigh, made you melt as you gladly spread your legs.

He pressed on the gas even harder.

We hit the road and we're racing, yeah -- you make me super impatient.

Can you feel the tension? You've got my attention.

I know we're just friends, but I'd rather be together...

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lemonlushff-iy · 3 years

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Sometimes it’s good to get some things out of your system.

Kagome killed the ignition, her hands clenching and unclenching the wheel as she stared out of the windshield at Inuyasha. He was sitting on the front steps of her house, looking like a wreck. His hair was unkempt like he kept running his fingers through it while she was gone. His eyes were nervous and uncertain, and it made her that much more terrified to get out of the car.

She didn’t have a choice though.

She couldn’t run. She didn’t want to either. She didn’t want to tell him though...But she knew there was no getting out of it.

If he had gotten dinner with Kikyo, she would have wanted to know too.

And he...He deserved to know.

She hopped out of her lemon, shouldering her purse as her heals hit the gravel driveway.

“Hey,” she greeted softly as he stood, approaching her.

“Hey,” he murmured back, nervously licking his lips. She saw his nose twitching like he was trying to scent her. See where all Zach had touched her. How much of his silent claim over her could still be sniffed out.

She pushed her hair away from her neck, tilting it to the side in a silent invitation, and he was on her in seconds. She could feel him inhaling deeply before he shakily exhaled, and she gently placed her palms on his chest, pushing him back from her.

“Are you ok?” she asked gently, and he nodded his head, placing his hands on the exposed kin of her shoulders.

“Yeah. You’re back,” he exhaled, the stiffness in him melting ever so slightly from his body. “What happened? What did the cat say?”

What indeed.

“Yash...I…Can we talk?”

“What is it?” he asked nervously, and she could feel his apprehension.

She should have known better. You never start a conversation with “can we talk” or “we need to talk”. It was universal for “shit is about to go down”, and frankly, she was just as terrified to tell him as he was to hear it.

“We should go somewhere else to--”

“--No. Just tell me,” he replied, shaking his head. He was scared. He had been since the fucking cat had shown back up. He didn’t care if things had ended between them - he was the one to call it. He was scared she was going to run back to him. Zach lived in LA. Zach was the fancy ass lawer. Zach was the one who stood a snowballs chance in hell at getting her mother out of this fucking mess.

And frankly.

There was a part of him that already knew.

He was just terrified to hear it.

But maybe...maybe if she just...said it. Ripped if off like a bandaid, it might not sting as much as it did last time.

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