AN: Just another AU, I don't know why but this idea wouldn't leave me alone, and it is more modern than the rest of my stories so I am going about it differently. Sesshomaru may not be exactly as he is in the anime, but I refuse to change his loveable personality lol Idk, seeing a lot of amvs with animes related to school life just brought this idea in my head, but I thought of taking the high school level up a notch to college level considering I'm in college too!

Am I still working on me Seas story: Yes! Update should come hopefully later today

Am I still working on my Market Mayhem: YES! It's coming along bit by bit because I usually work on two stories at the same time; helps me out so I don't feel so stuck on just one story topic. I would explain further but I don't want to give off any spoilers, let's just say the chapter is a difficult one to write, for me personally it is. I am happy with it so far, I won't give my readers a cruddy chapter to read after all this time.

But in the meantime you're welcomed to read what I have planned for this story, the ending is still blurry but I have most of the plot figured out. It is a different approach, but I may as well see if the readers like that approach or not. I like it though :D

So enjoy and R&R!

Seifuku: Japanese for conquest; thought it would be fitting for Sesshomaru's last name.

Disclaimer: I own none of the Inuyasha characters.

From Oxfords to Sneakers: An Unorthodox Decision

The sounds of a busy pen scratching away on a clean sheet of paper came to a sudden halt half way through the page, and a pregnant silence filled the large office room as a set of golden eyes rose up to meet an equal set of golden pupils.

"Come again," spoke a soft feminine voice; masking over a furious rage that was sure to make its way through if what the beautiful career-struck woman had heard was correct. Across her luxurious, pink-ivory wood desk, a young man with hair as long, as silver, and as sleek as hers gazed at her with the same amber colored eyes that she wore. Their expressions wrote out the same emotions as well; both tempted to release their foul temper at any minute, but both equally as serious and confused as the other.

"I've made arrangements to transfer to a different college," stated the young man with a blue Persian moon resting proudly upon his forehead, nestled evenly between a spilt of silver bangs. His hardened gaze bore into the woman's eyes, a similar blue moon stood comfortable upon her forehead, her wider range of bangs more evenly cut that that of her visitors.

The young man stared down at the woman's hand, noting how her grip on her pen had hardened to the point where he heard a small snap come from the unfortunate writing tool. Both her hands rose to entwine with one another against her mouth. He saw that as a way for her to cover her disappointed frown, but the dark hue of her nails only reminded him of how vulgar her attitude could be.

She cleared her throat for a moment, and then leaned back in her black leather chair before rising to move closer to her company. Her black polished pumps strode across the lavender colored carpets, complimented by the light grey walls that surveyed the office room; receiving plenty of light from the wall of glass that stood directly behind the beautiful woman's desk; a top-class view of the city presented to all who stood near the enormous window.

Her stride stopped when she reached her guest, he stood over a few inches taller than her even with her four inch heels, and she had to constantly remind herself that his exquisite sharp looks and unmatched masculine splendor was all her doing. She didn't bother to put the father-figure in mind, she wouldn't dare think about him, even though at times this young male before her made her feel like her late husband still accompanied their house hold. Their elaborate mansion, she thought, to be precise.

Her dainty hands rose to palm the young man's cheek; her nail color almost identical to the magenta colored stripes that decorated his face. "My son," she spoke softly all the while caressing his features. "Would you mind explaining to your dear mother, why it is that you have chosen to abandon the most prestigious college this city has to offer, the most highly respected school in this country? One that can upstart the careers of future senates, governors, lawyers, even presidents…and you want to transfer?"

When no answer was given the woman removed her hand and folded her arms across her crème colored blouse. "Explain Sesshomaru," she demanded, her delicate brows furrowed.

"I have my reasons," was all he remarked; as if all the planning and time she had given him to come up with a reasonable response was just wasted in a simple four worded sentence.

She sighed deeply at her son's lack of cooperation, not sure on which parent he received that irritating habit from. She leaned back against her desk, her knees folded under her black silk skirt as she pinched the area between her brows. "Which school is it?" she asked out of curiosity, wondering if she would even receive an answer, but he obviously didn't want his transaction to go unknown considering he is here now informing her about it.

As if on cue, Sesshomaru lifted his hand to hand her a clean manila folder; the light weight papers inside was enough to advise his mother of what was to come; unlike his previous collage information, which had to be presented in stacks of clean white envelopes considering there was so much that needed to be known about the school, this folder was as light as an ant in comparison. Judging by how many papers she could already see seeping past the folder, she already knew that she was hardly going to be impressed.

She opened the folder, grimacing when she noted that there was a large absence of photos, aside from the usual picture of the campus, and most of the color used was the usual black and white. Tetsusaiga University's front page had more color than this entire stack of papers put together, she thought bitterly.

Her eyes read across the bold set of words lined at the top of the first page. "Tenseiga Community College," she worded as simply as it was presented on the white crisp paper. Her ruby red lips turned up in a vicious pout, "A junior college," she rasped out.

The moment her eyes read over the name of the 'junior' college a second time she immediately closed the folder; not wanting to take one more look at the atrocious writing. She walked back behind her desk, and put her hands behind her back as she stared out into her massive wall of window glass. The summer was nearly ending, but with the weather being as moody as it was, it decided to grace her week with a splash of rain. It was not big deal to her really, her gardens could use the extra moisture, and this gave her the opportunity to model off her new rain boots.

The well respected Lady could hardly believe how her morning was going so far. She had enough problems to deal with when it came to maintain her later husband's business. Having to keep track of the amount of clients that passes through her double stained glass doors, and seeing the progress of all the lawyers that worked for her was enough work in itself considering her family's law office was the most well known throughout Tokyo. The all too famous, Crescent Moon Law Firm, owned by the all too well known, Seifuku Family.

Then there was her modeling agency, whose constant calls and faxes had been pulling the skin under her eyes. Their desire for her approval in attending the next model world tour have been denied for the past six months due to an increase in clients from her law business.

And now there was this, she sighed. Her heir and only son, comes walking into her office to inform her of his plans of transferring to a low class community college. His unexpected plans would set back years of planning that she made ever since she heard word of her husband's death nearly fifteen years ago. Everything was going right up until he revealed to her this upsetting news. He graduated from the most respected high school in Tokyo; top of his class, and just as she demanded, he graduated at the age of sixteen.

From there it was Tetsusaiga University for him, a place that took time considering her brilliant son's acceptance, but in the end, to no one's surprise he was accepted with great honor. For the last five and a half years he had studied law and business, just as she had planned. He stands at the top percent of his class now, astounding everyone with his intelligence at the young age of 20, soon to be 21. Before long he could begin his internship into his father's company, leaving her with some extra time to take a few breathers from all her work until it was his time as heir to take it over completely, leaving her room to retire at a young reasonable age. The modeling agency even wanted a few sample shots of her son's beauty, which she had already started him in so that it was always guaranteed that he kept up with his looks as well as his brains.

He was to ensure their future, her future and his as long as he kept up with the plan she had made for him. Now he comes in here, shattering her long thought out procedures with but a few simple words. He had a knack for pulling off stunts like that; like some talent that he possessed amongst other things.

Her head shot up when a thought came to mind.

"Is this about your piano playing?" she asked after a few deep breaths. The dreaded thought of that outrageous collection of his; those dozens of pianos residing in his private music room had left her, to this day, fathoming why his desire for that instrument was so great. If he wasn't studying, he was playing with his pianos. Not that she didn't complain too much; it was only natural that her son picked up on a musical talent, but his playing and attention toward the instrument had increased only too much throughout the years. From time to time she found herself lecturing him on what he needed to focus on more in his life.

"If it is, I've taught you better than to take that route."

A small "Hn," was heard behind her, before he reassured her with his firm answer of it being, "none of the sort."

She heard his footsteps approach her from the side, and spotted him staring out the very same window from the corner of her eye. She noted how well he looked with his college uniform; his white dress coat with gold trimmings along his collar and cuff links, matched with his black slacks that fit to the length of his long legs, and polished black oxford shoes. The Tetsusaiga University badge shinned with gold polish against his coat, making him seem more regal than he already was.

He pressed his hands behind his back, staring out into the city, then into the pale blue sky while the first signs of rain began to patter against the large clear window. "It will not be a permanent stay," he reassured, although knowing that it will do nothing to bring her stress levels down any. "I merely wish to confirm something," he ended.

"Confirm something?" she said. "Just what is it exactly that you want to confirm?"

"I...I am unsure."

The Great Lady curved her brow, unable to recall the last time she heard her son stutter in his sentence; his speech was always close to perfect. And never had she once heard such a vial word as 'unsure' escape his lips, he never had any doubts about what he did. What had gotten into him? She lifted her hand again, and like any dotting mother she carefully placed it upon his forehead; covering his signature blue moon. "Well you're not running a fever," she clarified before removing her hand leaving a pout on her son's lips over her treatment, as if he was a child. "Are you lacking any sleep, is the nutritionist providing you stable sustenance?" she asked, determined to get to the bottom of this extreme decision of his.

He sighed at her concern; choosing to ignore the mother hen clucking away at his feet.

"I have already talked to one of the University's chairmen, and have explained my plans to him. I will spend the last few remaining weeks of summer packing up my belongings at the university, and from there will return to this side of the city to attend Tenseiga College. I will be attending the fall, and if all goes well the spring including. After my year is up I will continue at Tetsusaiga University where I left off in my classes, and will begin my training into father's company."

He kept his gaze fixed on the dripping window, watching as the sky turned from a pale blue to a dark grey all the while listening to his mother's nails tapping against one other. She listened with a keen interest, not surprised to hear that he already had everything planned out. "You are so close to receiving your masters," she said as she turned her head to give him a disappointed stare. "You have only half a year to go, and now you drop out. What makes you think the university would accept you back?"

"Because they would not risk the chance at not having their school's name plastered on a certificate plaque in the office of the heir to Tokyo's most renowned Law Firm," he remarked, a small smirk grazing his fine lips knowing he had to use a bit of foul play to get what he wanted, but knew he wasn't the only rich kid in that school that pulled dishonest strings with the workers. A rumor of affairs between students and teachers was practically the school's daily news.

"Sounds like you have everything planned out," the Lady sighed, feeling a splitting headache come her way. So much for persuading him out of it, she thought.

"And of this…junior college, have you registered, paid for tuition, and explained why you are doing what you are doing?" Her eyes flinched as every question she threw at him, hoping to falter his plans by explaining the work that had to be done. Why was he doing this?

She saw a simple nod come from his head, "I have contacted the college's advisors, and did a little persuading so that they understand the situation I'm in." The Lady saw another smirk enter her line of sight before he began again. "So now as far as that school is concerned, I am just another humble student trying to get his basics out of the way."

The Lady took another deep sigh, and then turned on her heels to pick up the manila folder off her desk. She opened it up to read through most of the contents presented on the papers. She closed the folder after a quick inspection and put the palm of her hand over her eyes. "Sesshomaru," she sighed, reminding her that her own son could be the death of her one day; a fact that she figured out much too long ago.

"I will set up classes a few short days before I attend," he added, turning on his own heels to face away from the dull grey city scape window. "I will see about the area's apartments," he further added, catching his mother's obvious snarl when he mentioned the word apartment. "The school is a good distance from home. Either I move in to an apartment nearby or more of our money is handed out to our chauffeurs. And if most students there are to believe that I am a part of their system then I'd rather not show up in any one of my vehicles."

"You plan to live like the low class too?" The Lady curved her brow as she parted her fingers to reveal a very unpleasant eye.

"All for the wiser," he countered, "You wouldn't want word getting out about this would you?"

The Great Lady waved her hand away, as if shooing a fly. "Fine, fine do as you wish," she mumbled sullenly as she leaned over her desk to support herself on her hands. "Rejecting your mother's kindly advice, how rude," she pouted. She couldn't believe this; her precious son was about to abandon a prestige University known only by those with deep pockets, for a low class community college whose name was located down a street filled with middle class market shops and flower stores. Something was just not right with this picture, she thought.

"Why?"

"I've already told you I have my reasons."

"You know that answer is not enough to…" The Lady's eyes widened when a small orange thread was seen sprouting out from Sesshomaru's coat pocket. The bright orange color stood out against the white silk material, it was an easy catch when she struck her hand toward his side to pull at the string.

His annoyed grunt had her smiling in triumph over snatching away an object that he obviously didn't want her to see. In with a few quick flicks of her wrist she quickly pulled her hand away before he had a chance to grasp it. "What do you have here?" she examined as she lifted a small orange handkerchief embedded with threads of various bright colors decorating the soft orange background with many floral-like designs.

Her golden eyes studied the small piece of cloth for a few seconds longer, before a cheeky grin rose from her features when she turned to stare into a set of eyes that practically told her to go jump off a bridge.

"I see, so it's a girl that intrigues you," she chuckled, waving the cloth before his face and snatching it back when it seemed as if he would try to retrieve it; like tempting a dog with a bone. "Care to explain this to me?"

"It is of no concern of yours," he quickly snapped, beyond irritated, especially when it almost seemed as if she was going to get the handkerchief dirty, and after he just asked the cleaners to wash and press it. Someone was going to get fired for letting a loose thread go unnoticed, and he would gladly be the one to set their occupation as 'unemployed'.

"Well if this is a girl's handkerchief then it leaves me very curious considering I hardly ever see you show interest in women," she smirked, leaving a small blush forming on her son's cheeks. "But if this is your handkerchief then my previous assumptions about you were correct and I have an even deeper concern for you now," she teased.

She felt herself laugh when his small blush turned cherry red before he snatched the cloth away from her hands with an added growl. "No. Concern. Of yours," he repeated.

"Please do not make my day worse and tell me it is that Sara woman," the Lady pleaded as she placed her hand over her heart in an almost dramatic way. "By the gods, I cannot count how many times her family's limousine has dropped her off at our estate just so she could ask if you were home. I hear talk that she even had plans to follow you to the university had it not been for her family's sudden financial crisis." The Lady cringed when she remembered that information was supposed to be kept secret, but keeping her mouth shut was not much of a strong point for her.

"Do not be ridiculous," Sesshomaru assured as he folded the handkerchief neatly before placing it in his coat pocket again, much to his mother's amusement. After giving her one last icy glare he walked to her office door and put his hand on the silver polished door knob. "I will be home within a week and will begin my preparations from there," he well-versed. "Do me the honor of making sure my room is orderly when I arrive," he said before opening the door.

"Sesshomaru," his mother called out.

Reluctantly, he turned his head over his shoulder, unfazed by her solemn stare.

"It's risky what you're doing," she warned.

"Hn," came his usual grunt, "It is my risk to take."

"Is it worth it?" she asked, a touch of apprehension shooting past her stare, "all this…is it worth whatever or…whoever you're doing it for?"

She watched as he repositioned his head till he was facing the door again. She saw his shoulders slump, and a breathy silence passes before he answered as he left out the door. "I hope…"

Her eyes flickered at his answer. Hope, not a word she hardly remembered him to use; he never had anything to really hope for when she taught him that he could have anything his heart desired if he only worked at it. For him to…hope had her wondering exactly how much thought he put into his decision.

She took another weary sigh as she walked back to sit against her office seat in a slump. Her delicate painted nail rose up to press a red button on her phone machine; dialing to the extension of her secretary.

"Kagura," the Lady spoke in exhaustion; her eyes closed to reveal her dark pink eyeshade markings. "Yes ma'am," replied a deeper feminine voice, the sounds of other phone calls going off and doors opening filled the Lady's agitated ears.

"Schedule a spa date for me," she requested while down below on the bottom floor a young woman chewed away on a piece of gum as she pressed the phone back against her ear. "Right away ma'am," she complied before placing the black office phone back on the receiver.

She allowed a bubble to pop as she eagerly waited for the elevator door to open. The Lady's exhausted call was all the sound the young secretary needed to hear to know that he was on his way down. Once the sound of the 'beep' was heard she quickly spit out her gum in a nearby garbage bin, and straightened out her lavender silk blouse as well as her posture.

Her wine red eyes sparkled when the sight of the boss's all too handsome son started striding down the lobby's main walk way. Her blood red lips nearly opened in amazement when she thought of how he would strut down a runway. His elegant posture mixed with his unattainable beauty, and the sensual way his long silver hair strode with every step he took had her fixing her own hair till it lay neatly in a bun as she pinned it up with her feather pinned ribbon.

After tidying herself up, she looked down at the mirror in her lap; confident of her looks. She stuffed her 'Sesshomaru-related' magazines away before lifting her head just in time to catch the object of her attention donning on his leather black rain coat near the coat rack.

She gazed in admiration as he prepared himself for the wet weather outside. The coat hung down to his knees, and she smiled at the way he simply left it open; no interest in tying it up at all. He continued down his path to the door, and Kagura gulped down all the things she wanted to say. Instead, she waved up her hand when he passed; determined to act as casual as could be.

"See ya around Sesshomaru," she waved with a seductive smile while he in turn merely turned his head to look at her before stepping on the black mat that opened the automatic doors. Her smile wavered when she saw him step inside the seat of his black limousine, wondered when the next time will come that she will get to see him again.

She sighed as she leaned back, pulling out another stick of gum to chew as she grabbed the nearest magazine she could. His picture lay on the cover, along with his beautiful mother who had her arms crossed in a powerful stance as she leaned back against his chest. Most assumed they were a power couple considering how young his mother looked, but those who were in alliance with the family's company and took extra time out of their lives to investigate the relationship further were surprised to find them defined as mother and son.

Kagura's eyes skimped over a few of the first lines in the magazine, "World renowned Seifuku Family eagerly awaits the day the next Seifuku male can take over Crescent Moon Law Firm. Can Sesshomaru Seifuku live up to his father's reputation?" Kagura frowned at the pages ridiculous question. "Of course he can," she mussed before placing her finger on the face of the silver haired beauty she had sought after for so long. She joined this company just to see if he was truly all he was, and when he proved to be more than she could ever imagine she found herself stuck behind this desk for the past four years. He was so dazzling, and Kagura blushed at the memory of him looking at her.

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"Royokon, take me down Tenseiga Main St.," Sesshomaru directly ordered his chauffeur through the small window leading from the driver area to the back seats.

The large muscled man in the front seat flinched at his orders until he turned his head back to stare at his master through large blue eyes. "Uh are you sure Sir; that would only set us back. Don't you think it would be easier if we-"

"Now," the young silver haired male growled; his vicious deep voice urged the driver to step on the gas pedal; navigating them down the eastern part of the city.

"Jaken…"

"Uh, y-yes master," spoke the irritating voice of Sesshomaru's personal servant Jaken, who at the moment was typing out his employer's next daily agenda on his laptop. "Cease that racket, deal with it later," Sesshomaru sharply ordered as the patter of rain began to pepper over the glass beside him.

"Y-Yes Sir," Jaken mumbled with sweat rolling down his shiny bald head. His brown business suit was tailored to fit his 'short' size, and Sesshomaru sent him another deadly glare when his oddly shaped mouth kept chattering away, ordering him firmly to sit on the seat opposite of him on the other side of the limo.

When the little man did as he was ordered, Sesshomaru relished in his solitude in his dark right corner; his only company being his reflection through the dripping wet window. He knew he was highly annoyed, but couldn't fathom why. He had got what he wanted; everything was going to plan so far. His mother even accepted his decision, oddly enough, but he knew it would be a foolish mistake to hide such a truth from her. She was bound to find out the sooner or later from the university, but now he solved even that problem.

So what still caused goosbumps to rise from his skin, what still troubled him?

All this…is it worth whatever…or whoever you're doing it for.

Sesshomaru leaned his forehead against the cool glass of the window, watching the blurry scene of the dull grey city pass by. He didn't know the reason he did what he did, or rather…he did know the reason, but he could hardly understand why she led him to doing this.

His mother was correct in her warning, this was risky. Usually he would handle things with precision and care, like any good future lawyer; even his decisions would not be made unless he analyzed all his options, risks, and benefits. Yet now he felt like he made a hasty plan that he had hardly thought through well enough; he didn't know the outcome of his choice, and usually he could predict his life as though his eyes could see into the future.

Yet now…the simplest thing could go wrong, and he meant the simplest thing; practically anything could have him wishing that he never made the foolish mistake to leave the university.

Have him wishing that he had never met her. But he did…

And now she plagued his mind like a fatal disease, ensuring his death already by bringing him to make this regrettable course of action. To attend this low class community college, and act like…one of them.

"A commoner," he muttered, gulping down the bile that was threatening to spill from his mouth. He didn't have to change his entire appearance and stature to attend this school, but he wanted to know a solid truth, and felt his wealth and social statues would deny him that truth less he became similar to what he saw her as…what he saw the rest of the students attending that college as.

He sighed through his nose; it was said and done now…nothing more he could do.

Turning back now will only all give his mother the satisfaction that he was determined not to let her have once he told her of his plan. He could already hear more of her snickers if she found out he gave up and ran back to the university like a bruised puppy.

"Sir," Royokon spoke through the vehicles small window. "Sir I am on Tenseiga Main, is there anything that you needed on this street?"

Sesshomaru drifted his finger to a button near the door handle, and the window lowered down half way, just enough for him to peer outside. "Just drive at a slow pace," he ordered; his eyes fixated on the entrance that was soon to come up. The rain splashed against his face, the forest scented water cooled his skin, allowing him to unwind his tense muscles. Outside, the streets were wet and grey, along with the rest of the buildings aside from the bright yellow lights that shined through almost every window they passed, reflecting off the puddles of water below.

"Slow it down," Sesshomaru sternly ordered as he peeked out far enough to where his silver bangs began to dampen. The wall that extended around the entire campus of the collage was about to end; and if he remembered correctly he was expecting to see an iron gate block off the city streets from the campus. Considering it was summer, no doubt the gates would be closed and locked.

"Royokon," he called out.

"Yes Sir?"

"Make a left," he commanded.

"You mean turn on the street where the gate is?"

"Yes," Sesshomaru rumbled, irritated that he had to explain himself.

The limo neared the schools entrance and Sesshomaru let out the breath that he hardly realized he was holding. Just as he deducted, the school's entrance gate had been closed for the summer. His amber eyes roamed to get a good look inside the gate. Same two-story white washed buildings lines up in some random order all around the campus; same placement of trees that he remembered seeing a whole two months ago; on a day so much like this one.

Perhaps…

He turned his head forward as the limo turned, and Sesshomaru ordered for the driver to drive at a slow pace again.

Sesshomaru rolled up the window, tired of the wet nose he was receiving from the rain. His eyes glanced out onto the water puddles that lay splashed on the grey pavements and sidewalks. A few people walked around, each holding dark colored umbrellas or wearing simple yellow rain coats. A few brightly lit restaurant windows attracted his gaze, and Sesshomaru took a few sneak peeks into the dinners without being too conspicuous.

He paid special attention to the alleyways, finding nothing but stray cats who found shelter from the rain in old trash cans and boxes. His eyes strained to see past the window when the rain picked up, and when the visible hue of a street light came into his sight he reached into his coat pocket to retrieve the orange floral handkerchief. His fingers ran across the soft material, all the while his eyes stared at the area on the sidewalk that was accompanied by a circle of light shined by the street light above.

Sesshomaru's gaze lingered on the corner of that street, he remembered. Those eyes, that voice, that sweet sweet smile, he remembered her.

His hand clutched the orange fabric in his hand. Where was she?

AN: This story will mainly be told through Sessh's point of view, which is different because I usually like to keep his thoughts on the low, but I can't make him exactly like his aristocratic demon character. I can still bring out his personality and habits thought, my favorite Sesshomaru is a rich snobby Sesshomaru lol

I attend a junior college so since I'm on break I just wanted to incorporate a story that revolves around the life I had, of course this story will be nothing like my life. I do not recommend doing what Sesshomaru is doing, unless you are rich and you know you have a chance at getting away with it….but can he truly get away with what he's doing? I guess the sooner I update the sooner we find out!

I originally thought of having Sesshomaru's father lecture him, but I always like writing about his mother since we get to see a bit of her personality in final act ep 9, so I stuck with the idea of the deceased father, and just had fun portraying his mother. Kagura is only one of the many characters I will use to join in on this love story, and I never hated her, but I was not convinced Sesshomaru had any other feelings for her in the anime other than pity and loss.

Is Sesshomaru a demon? I really don't know the exact answer to that question, but it will be explained in the next chapter. This is not a fantasy, I already have my Sea Story to give me that, and my post manga stories help me relate to my favorite anime series as well as my favorite anime character, this story gives me that modern time feel which feels good to write about sometimes, any other AU writers out there, I hope you know what I mean.

Thanks to anyone who took the time to read this, any comments left would be appreciated to let me know if I should continue with this story or not, stay alert for the updates of my other stories till next time!