InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A First Time For Everything ❯ "Six, Eight, Twelve" ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: MIztikal_Dragon 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.28.2007 | Pages: 8 | Words: 12.0K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.28.2007 | Pages: 8 | Words: 12.0K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: If I owned InuYasha, Rin and Sesshomaru would have been making it like jackrabbits already!
Well, once again I’m late with an update and I’m surprised someone hasn’t come through my door to chop me to pieces. A lot of things have happened, and once again my sister’s boyfriend is in the hospital so I’ve been pretty busy that I haven’t had time to sit down and have a descent story plot written out.
This originally had been a sweet small one-shot about Rin sneaking in through Sessh’s window and molesting him something crazy, but as you will see things didn’t turn out like I planned. IT WAS BETTER! Lol I do have to say that I rewrote the ending because the original one sucked BIG!
WARNING!!!: These stories contain strong violence, sexual situations, and/or dirty pouty mouthed people. If you are easily offended or do not like such material please go ride on your little pretty pink ponies and go fly back over to the innocent side of the rainbow! There's a reason why it's rated "M" children!
So please enjoy!
A First Time for Everything
By Miztikal-Dragon
“Six, Eight, Twelve” --Brain McKnight
Today - this day, had been another long tiring day. It almost seemed endless, yet he knew that time couldn’t only pretend to slow down for so long. The leather briefcase was unusually heavy in his hand and if it hadn’t been filled to the brim with important papers, he would have left it at his office. The night sky was clear, he could see the pale full moon from the electric train window; always stuck in one place even when everything else flashed and whizzed by in a blurry mess.
How long had it been since he had stopped caring about the streaming figures, the greedy clients and everything else that he dealt with on daily basis? When had it stopped being enjoyable? When was the last time he had a decent night’s sleep and woke up refreshed and eager to begin another day?
Honestly, he lost track of the how and the when, but it felt like a lifetime ago. The train doors closed with a whoosh behind him as he exited the long metal snake, his hair fluttering as the wind picked up. Even if it was a clear night sky he could plainly smell the moisture in the air and he knew that before the dawn of new day it would have rained.
He looked forward to it and it wouldn’t matter if he made it home before it poured, a little water never hurt anyone and he knew he was strong enough to survive. The tall streetlights were like lonely spotlights down his street and as he walked down the sidewalk he glanced at every single burst of orange light, secretly hoping that someone would be there. Maybe that wasn’t always a good thing to think, but he only wanted a glimpse and when he finally came to a halt at the doorstep of his building, the empty feeling swelled in his stomach. Tonight, he guessed, would be another night of disappointment, like each night seemed to be these days.
His keys jingled in his pocket as he reached for them, his sensitive ears listening intently for any signs that someone was there hiding behind the shadows, but once again, there was nothing. The stairs were long and winding and it was moments like these when he wished he had listened to his father and upgraded out of the miserable dingy neighborhood for something more fitting for his profession, yet he hadn’t because for some reason it was home.
Then again it hadn’t felt like his home anymore, not since when - well he didn’t want to think about it now. Opening his bedroom door, he heeled off his expensive shoes, the briefcase being set down on an old wooden chair. He loosened his tie and tiredly slipped the jacket from his shoulders and tossed it onto his desk.
It had been a long day and he was sure that his obsessive need for cleanliness would leave him be so he could try and get the heavy weight off his shoulders; even if only for a little while. The small blinking numbers on his answering machine let him know there were messages for him and pulling off his button up dress shirt, he pressed play only half listening to the voice on the machine.
“Hey Sesshomaru,” InuYasha’s voice fluttered across the pitch black room, but Sesshomaru merely opened the curtains, allowing the moonlight to filter through and give him a perfect view of the unused fire escape outside his window and the telephone booth across the street. “I know it’s late, but I thought that you should know that Kagome and Sango still haven’t found her. I’m sorry, it’s like she never existed. Um- I’ll see you tomorrow okay? Bye.”
Sesshomaru felt his heart clench painfully in his chest and he stiffly turned from his window and trekked to the small bathroom turning the hot water faucet on high and watching the steam billow out from behind the plain plastic shower curtain. Had it been yet another failed attempt to find one person? Another failed try to find one little human girl and it tore him apart. She wasn’t supposed to be so hard to track down and he wasn’t supposed to be feeling so helpless and empty as he did currently; however, she was invisible to the best tracker’s eyes and noses, and he still missed her desperately despite how much he denied it to everyone around him.
The hot water felt good against his skin and slowly he began to feel his tired muscles unwind. It was like he was living in a dream world, just as helpless as a newborn and he hated the feeling. He was strong, powerful, not to mention deadly with a cold look that made some enemies piss themselves, but why couldn’t he do anything when it mattered the most? Sesshomaru often wondered if it was some cruel hand in face he was dealt and for the life of him he couldn’t figure out his next move.
How could one little human have him so wrapped up and confused? Why was it that a mere teenaged girl held such power over him and he hadn’t been able to see it until she was gone? He wasn’t supposed to be the type of being that relied on others, hell he loved his space, but now it was the silence and being alone that he seemed to hate the most.
It wasn’t fair that she blew his life like a reckless tornado, giving him something other than what he was accustomed to, to the point that the day wasn’t complete without it and then just suddenly disappear without a trace. People like her should not be allowed to influence demons like Sesshomaru, he was above it all, but somehow she dug herself a home under his skin, burrowing deeper than his poisonous claws could reach and it left him unsure of what he was supposed to do now that she was gone.
“Rin,” he found himself whispering her name, the now cold water being forgotten in place of two soft towels, the gentle pitter-pattering of the rain against the roof of his converted home doing nothing to sooth his nerves.
He hated admitting it to himself, but there was just something about her that had drawn him like a moth to the flames and he doubted it would have been any different no matter what way fate decided for the two of them to meet. She’d been the only human to ever surprise him, to catch the ever alert and emotionless Inu Youkai off guard and it intrigued him. Maybe it was the way her lips had pressed against his less than gently, or something else entirely different, though it mattered little to him. Sesshomaru craved her touch, her kiss, her face, and everything else she had to offer and it was slowly driving him insane.
“Run Kohaku!” It had been another late night at the office for Sesshomaru and instead of driving he had decided to take the train. At the time he didn’t understand it, but the cold atmosphere was like a breath of fresh air- it felt right.
His neighborhood wasn’t the worst off, but tonight - that particular night there was something ominous in the air; the sounds of tires squealing on the road and a young girl’s loud voice and the glare of lights of a speeding car were meters away from him. He knew that he should have ignored it and kept on his way, but the girl’s scream stole away his attention and completely hidden in the darkness he watched the scene in front of him unfold.
Even if it had been pitch black he could have seen her as plain as day and the sight of her was breath taking. There were two - maybe three men, all humans grabbing at her, the vehicle’s back passenger door swinging open as they tried overpowering her.
It was like a scene out of all those action movies he watched growing up, an innocent girl struggling against enormous and ridiculously strong men who were trying to kidnap her for one reason or another. However, he hadn’t expected the sudden flash of metal, a pair of electric blue eyes narrowing and a male cry as the smell of blood filled his nose.
His first thought had been how could such an innocent being fight like a ruthless killer, stabbing her attacker without batting an eyelash. The sound of ripping clothing brought Sesshomaru back to reality just in time for him to see the girl heading in his direction and before she could pass him, his hand shot out as gunshots ripped through the night.
The dark alleyway had kept them safe from the bullets, his business suited body trapping the girl against him and the dirty brick wall, his large hands holding her close and hiding her from any unwanted onlookers with the help of his long silver hair.
He could plainly feel the rapid beat of her heart, her fingers clutching his chest and her hot breath waxing and waning like a teasing lover on the exposed flesh of his neck. Something inside him had stirred then and when the sounds of heavily thudding feet and the roaring of an engine died, disappearing into the night, did he allow himself to step away from the small creature he’d captured.
Long ebony hair was pulled up into a high yet loose ponytail and hidden under a blue red sox baseball cap, some American league team, stray strands falling out from under the cap and framing her face. Her skin was pale and seemed to glow in the moonlight and fluorescent street lights, her electric blue eyes wide and clouded over and a soft blush rushing to her cheeks as she stared at him.
“Th-thank you,” it came out as a breathless whisper and it sent chills up and down his spine.
Normally he would have scoffed and left it at that, showing only his back as he walked away, but not that time. When he stepped back to give her some space, her trembling hands refused to loosen their grasp on his clothing and it was then that he could smell the fear rolling off her in waves. What was he supposed to do, he couldn’t just leave her - well he could, very easily in fact, but the thought of doing so felt wrong. He could be cruel and vicious, but he wasn’t a heartless bastard, despite what his half brother claimed.
Heaving a loud dramatic sigh, Sesshomaru shrugged off his blazer jacket and folded it over his arm before tugging the small girl away from the wall. To say she was frightened was an understatement, but he ignored it as he gently took the letterman’s jacket off her, one of the sleeves had been completely ripped off so it couldn’t be saved. Her heart pounded heavily, he could plainly hear it, though he schooled his face into an emotionless mask taking the cap off her head and pulling the long midnight hair free from its ponytail and allowing it to fall softly around her face.
There was no doubt in his mind that those men were still looking for her and after helping her put on his jacket, he picked up his discarded briefcase and allowed himself a glimpse of the girl standing in front of him. She was young, probably late teens he guessed, a dirt covered white spaghetti strapped shirt covering her long torso, a pair of off gray tight jeans exposing a little of pale skin below her barely covered navel.
Sesshomaru guessed she’d be wearing some loose fitting shoes like all the other teenagers did, but seeing a pair of steel-toe boots had his curiosity. She looked plain, the type of girl that would be lost in a crowd, but then why were those men so adamant to get her?
“Come girl,” he hadn’t meant it to sound like a cold order as he stepped out of the alleyway, but it did.
Sesshomaru didn’t have to look back and see if she was following him because he already knew she was, he could smell her, feel the warmth radiating off her body and splash teasingly onto his own flesh. There was something about her that piqued his interest and despite knowing that he couldn’t keep her for an interrogation and observation until his thirst of curiosity was quenched, he wanted to.
No words were spoken during the rather short walk to his home or even when she was safely inside and shown to the bathroom with a towel and a pair of clothes shoved into her hands. Sure it looked weird, him - Sesshomaru protecting and taking care of a stray kitten, but it wasn’t like he was planning on having his way with her as reimbursement for possibly saving her life. He wasn’t like that and the mere thought disgusted him. He didn’t have to resort to rape because if he wanted to get laid he would in a heart beat no questions asked.
“Rin,” the door to the bathroom opened and the girl came out wearing one of his Tees and cotton pajama bottoms, a towel covering her head. “My name is Rin.”
After that night Rin became like another part of his life. Her smiles were contagious the moment he saw her sitting on his bed, her blue eyes filled with laughter. Somehow the nineteen year old would always show up, climbing her way up the abandoned fire escape, a duffel bag of clothing and what not thrown casually over her shoulder. It was his time with her that Sesshomaru found himself at his best, life seemed to have a purpose other than for work.
Everything had been innocent at first, a close friendship and it probably would have stayed that way if Sesshomaru hadn’t allowed himself to feel relaxed with her by his side. A year had passed by quickly for the two of them and Sesshomaru even finished up his work at the office earlier in the day always eager to get back to his place and see Rin, though it never seemed to show on the outside. However, it didn’t matter if people knew the difference in his behavior, he was an adult and his personal life was of no concern to anyone else, they weren’t family, and even if they were it wasn’t their business.
Routine, it was something Sesshomaru had grown used to over the years, but with Rin the main structure of his every day life had been thrown out the very window she often snuck in through. Everything was always different, the way she dressed, the looks she gave him and on a few occasions, her hair. It was only the little things that stayed the same, yet the way he felt never became something different, but it definitely changed.
He started taking the car so he could get home quicker and when he unlocked his door he could hear the loud music coming from his bedroom, the bass making the walls vibrate like they were about to come to life. It was weird for him because Rin had always tried to be quiet. Of course it didn’t bother him, nor did it bother him that she rarely ventured through his home while he was gone. Tossing his briefcase on a near by table, Sesshomaru climbed the stairs and laughed to himself hearing her voice singing alone to the song playing.
The bedroom door had been left open so he quietly snuck up on her as the song ended, watching her as she care freely danced around the spacious room a large blow up plastic guitar in her hands.
The CD ended and the two of them were left in silence until he broke it. “Loud enough for you?”
Her face flushed as she turned to greet him, her blue eyes wide. “S-Sesshomaru you scared me panty-less!”
He chuckled leaning against the doorframe appreciating the white snap-button colored shirt and classic ripped blue jeans she wore, her toes sticking out from underneath the flared denim. Her hair was layered again, he mused as she tossed the toy guitar onto a chair and though he’d seen them everyday, the metal loop through her lip and the other on her left eyebrow were always a surprise; too bad she wasn’t wearing that floppy hat, it would have pulled off her almost exotic look. Not that she needed accessories to help her.
Sesshomaru didn’t understand why he touched her lips that day, the cool metal offsetting the warmth of her mouth after she hug him, or why his hand stayed to caress her cheek before sliding to cup her neck as his own lips fitted against hers, but it felt good. The only thing he did know was that she didn’t pull away as his tongue swept into her mouth or flinch when the blood in his veins boiled and he roughly tore open her shirt and touched her more intimately than he’d ever done before.
No, she only moaned in reply, her hands desperately clutching him as he devoured her. She fitted perfectly with his body, arched her back and exposed her naked flesh to his mouth and fingertips and gave him every inch of herself and more. It was like fireworks he guessed, the way she shivered as he filled her, her fingers tangling into his long hair and scraping against his scalp.
Her gasps were loud and wanton and it fueled him on and he could barely control himself as he took her. He needed her - wanted her and it was pure ecstasy tasting the salt of her sweat slicked flesh, her body moving in sync with his as though they’d been made for each other.
It was after that night Sesshomaru decided that Rin was more precious to him than anything else. In a way one could say that he loved her, but he couldn’t say it aloud, it just wasn’t in his nature to. However, Rin did things to him, changed him and the thought of being in love with such a creature terrified him.
“Hey Sesshomaru,” the loud voice from his answering machine tore him from his depressing and some what bitter thoughts. “I know you’re home. Pick up the fucking phone already!”
Picking up the cordless receiver, he rolled his eyes before answering. “InuYasha that’s no way to leave a message.”
“Keh,” InuYasha snorted. “You need to learn how to answer your phone, but that’s besides the point. Have you thought about what we discussed earlier?”
“Yes I have.”
“And?” Sesshomaru frowned, InuYasha had always been impatient about things and he guessed that some things never really did change.
He didn’t want to give it up, but he had to get away. It was killing him to remember, he was going to go insane if he didn’t find another way. “Tell them they can move in by the end of the week. I’ve only a few things left. Thursday earliest.”
This was it, InuYasha said his thanks and hung up leaving Sesshomaru once again completely alone with his thoughts. He couldn’t go back now, it was already too late for it.
Well, once again I’m late with an update and I’m surprised someone hasn’t come through my door to chop me to pieces. A lot of things have happened, and once again my sister’s boyfriend is in the hospital so I’ve been pretty busy that I haven’t had time to sit down and have a descent story plot written out.
This originally had been a sweet small one-shot about Rin sneaking in through Sessh’s window and molesting him something crazy, but as you will see things didn’t turn out like I planned. IT WAS BETTER! Lol I do have to say that I rewrote the ending because the original one sucked BIG!
WARNING!!!: These stories contain strong violence, sexual situations, and/or dirty pouty mouthed people. If you are easily offended or do not like such material please go ride on your little pretty pink ponies and go fly back over to the innocent side of the rainbow! There's a reason why it's rated "M" children!
So please enjoy!
A First Time for Everything
By Miztikal-Dragon
“Six, Eight, Twelve” --Brain McKnight
Today - this day, had been another long tiring day. It almost seemed endless, yet he knew that time couldn’t only pretend to slow down for so long. The leather briefcase was unusually heavy in his hand and if it hadn’t been filled to the brim with important papers, he would have left it at his office. The night sky was clear, he could see the pale full moon from the electric train window; always stuck in one place even when everything else flashed and whizzed by in a blurry mess.
How long had it been since he had stopped caring about the streaming figures, the greedy clients and everything else that he dealt with on daily basis? When had it stopped being enjoyable? When was the last time he had a decent night’s sleep and woke up refreshed and eager to begin another day?
Honestly, he lost track of the how and the when, but it felt like a lifetime ago. The train doors closed with a whoosh behind him as he exited the long metal snake, his hair fluttering as the wind picked up. Even if it was a clear night sky he could plainly smell the moisture in the air and he knew that before the dawn of new day it would have rained.
He looked forward to it and it wouldn’t matter if he made it home before it poured, a little water never hurt anyone and he knew he was strong enough to survive. The tall streetlights were like lonely spotlights down his street and as he walked down the sidewalk he glanced at every single burst of orange light, secretly hoping that someone would be there. Maybe that wasn’t always a good thing to think, but he only wanted a glimpse and when he finally came to a halt at the doorstep of his building, the empty feeling swelled in his stomach. Tonight, he guessed, would be another night of disappointment, like each night seemed to be these days.
His keys jingled in his pocket as he reached for them, his sensitive ears listening intently for any signs that someone was there hiding behind the shadows, but once again, there was nothing. The stairs were long and winding and it was moments like these when he wished he had listened to his father and upgraded out of the miserable dingy neighborhood for something more fitting for his profession, yet he hadn’t because for some reason it was home.
Then again it hadn’t felt like his home anymore, not since when - well he didn’t want to think about it now. Opening his bedroom door, he heeled off his expensive shoes, the briefcase being set down on an old wooden chair. He loosened his tie and tiredly slipped the jacket from his shoulders and tossed it onto his desk.
It had been a long day and he was sure that his obsessive need for cleanliness would leave him be so he could try and get the heavy weight off his shoulders; even if only for a little while. The small blinking numbers on his answering machine let him know there were messages for him and pulling off his button up dress shirt, he pressed play only half listening to the voice on the machine.
“Hey Sesshomaru,” InuYasha’s voice fluttered across the pitch black room, but Sesshomaru merely opened the curtains, allowing the moonlight to filter through and give him a perfect view of the unused fire escape outside his window and the telephone booth across the street. “I know it’s late, but I thought that you should know that Kagome and Sango still haven’t found her. I’m sorry, it’s like she never existed. Um- I’ll see you tomorrow okay? Bye.”
Sesshomaru felt his heart clench painfully in his chest and he stiffly turned from his window and trekked to the small bathroom turning the hot water faucet on high and watching the steam billow out from behind the plain plastic shower curtain. Had it been yet another failed attempt to find one person? Another failed try to find one little human girl and it tore him apart. She wasn’t supposed to be so hard to track down and he wasn’t supposed to be feeling so helpless and empty as he did currently; however, she was invisible to the best tracker’s eyes and noses, and he still missed her desperately despite how much he denied it to everyone around him.
The hot water felt good against his skin and slowly he began to feel his tired muscles unwind. It was like he was living in a dream world, just as helpless as a newborn and he hated the feeling. He was strong, powerful, not to mention deadly with a cold look that made some enemies piss themselves, but why couldn’t he do anything when it mattered the most? Sesshomaru often wondered if it was some cruel hand in face he was dealt and for the life of him he couldn’t figure out his next move.
How could one little human have him so wrapped up and confused? Why was it that a mere teenaged girl held such power over him and he hadn’t been able to see it until she was gone? He wasn’t supposed to be the type of being that relied on others, hell he loved his space, but now it was the silence and being alone that he seemed to hate the most.
It wasn’t fair that she blew his life like a reckless tornado, giving him something other than what he was accustomed to, to the point that the day wasn’t complete without it and then just suddenly disappear without a trace. People like her should not be allowed to influence demons like Sesshomaru, he was above it all, but somehow she dug herself a home under his skin, burrowing deeper than his poisonous claws could reach and it left him unsure of what he was supposed to do now that she was gone.
“Rin,” he found himself whispering her name, the now cold water being forgotten in place of two soft towels, the gentle pitter-pattering of the rain against the roof of his converted home doing nothing to sooth his nerves.
He hated admitting it to himself, but there was just something about her that had drawn him like a moth to the flames and he doubted it would have been any different no matter what way fate decided for the two of them to meet. She’d been the only human to ever surprise him, to catch the ever alert and emotionless Inu Youkai off guard and it intrigued him. Maybe it was the way her lips had pressed against his less than gently, or something else entirely different, though it mattered little to him. Sesshomaru craved her touch, her kiss, her face, and everything else she had to offer and it was slowly driving him insane.
“Run Kohaku!” It had been another late night at the office for Sesshomaru and instead of driving he had decided to take the train. At the time he didn’t understand it, but the cold atmosphere was like a breath of fresh air- it felt right.
His neighborhood wasn’t the worst off, but tonight - that particular night there was something ominous in the air; the sounds of tires squealing on the road and a young girl’s loud voice and the glare of lights of a speeding car were meters away from him. He knew that he should have ignored it and kept on his way, but the girl’s scream stole away his attention and completely hidden in the darkness he watched the scene in front of him unfold.
Even if it had been pitch black he could have seen her as plain as day and the sight of her was breath taking. There were two - maybe three men, all humans grabbing at her, the vehicle’s back passenger door swinging open as they tried overpowering her.
It was like a scene out of all those action movies he watched growing up, an innocent girl struggling against enormous and ridiculously strong men who were trying to kidnap her for one reason or another. However, he hadn’t expected the sudden flash of metal, a pair of electric blue eyes narrowing and a male cry as the smell of blood filled his nose.
His first thought had been how could such an innocent being fight like a ruthless killer, stabbing her attacker without batting an eyelash. The sound of ripping clothing brought Sesshomaru back to reality just in time for him to see the girl heading in his direction and before she could pass him, his hand shot out as gunshots ripped through the night.
The dark alleyway had kept them safe from the bullets, his business suited body trapping the girl against him and the dirty brick wall, his large hands holding her close and hiding her from any unwanted onlookers with the help of his long silver hair.
He could plainly feel the rapid beat of her heart, her fingers clutching his chest and her hot breath waxing and waning like a teasing lover on the exposed flesh of his neck. Something inside him had stirred then and when the sounds of heavily thudding feet and the roaring of an engine died, disappearing into the night, did he allow himself to step away from the small creature he’d captured.
Long ebony hair was pulled up into a high yet loose ponytail and hidden under a blue red sox baseball cap, some American league team, stray strands falling out from under the cap and framing her face. Her skin was pale and seemed to glow in the moonlight and fluorescent street lights, her electric blue eyes wide and clouded over and a soft blush rushing to her cheeks as she stared at him.
“Th-thank you,” it came out as a breathless whisper and it sent chills up and down his spine.
Normally he would have scoffed and left it at that, showing only his back as he walked away, but not that time. When he stepped back to give her some space, her trembling hands refused to loosen their grasp on his clothing and it was then that he could smell the fear rolling off her in waves. What was he supposed to do, he couldn’t just leave her - well he could, very easily in fact, but the thought of doing so felt wrong. He could be cruel and vicious, but he wasn’t a heartless bastard, despite what his half brother claimed.
Heaving a loud dramatic sigh, Sesshomaru shrugged off his blazer jacket and folded it over his arm before tugging the small girl away from the wall. To say she was frightened was an understatement, but he ignored it as he gently took the letterman’s jacket off her, one of the sleeves had been completely ripped off so it couldn’t be saved. Her heart pounded heavily, he could plainly hear it, though he schooled his face into an emotionless mask taking the cap off her head and pulling the long midnight hair free from its ponytail and allowing it to fall softly around her face.
There was no doubt in his mind that those men were still looking for her and after helping her put on his jacket, he picked up his discarded briefcase and allowed himself a glimpse of the girl standing in front of him. She was young, probably late teens he guessed, a dirt covered white spaghetti strapped shirt covering her long torso, a pair of off gray tight jeans exposing a little of pale skin below her barely covered navel.
Sesshomaru guessed she’d be wearing some loose fitting shoes like all the other teenagers did, but seeing a pair of steel-toe boots had his curiosity. She looked plain, the type of girl that would be lost in a crowd, but then why were those men so adamant to get her?
“Come girl,” he hadn’t meant it to sound like a cold order as he stepped out of the alleyway, but it did.
Sesshomaru didn’t have to look back and see if she was following him because he already knew she was, he could smell her, feel the warmth radiating off her body and splash teasingly onto his own flesh. There was something about her that piqued his interest and despite knowing that he couldn’t keep her for an interrogation and observation until his thirst of curiosity was quenched, he wanted to.
No words were spoken during the rather short walk to his home or even when she was safely inside and shown to the bathroom with a towel and a pair of clothes shoved into her hands. Sure it looked weird, him - Sesshomaru protecting and taking care of a stray kitten, but it wasn’t like he was planning on having his way with her as reimbursement for possibly saving her life. He wasn’t like that and the mere thought disgusted him. He didn’t have to resort to rape because if he wanted to get laid he would in a heart beat no questions asked.
“Rin,” the door to the bathroom opened and the girl came out wearing one of his Tees and cotton pajama bottoms, a towel covering her head. “My name is Rin.”
After that night Rin became like another part of his life. Her smiles were contagious the moment he saw her sitting on his bed, her blue eyes filled with laughter. Somehow the nineteen year old would always show up, climbing her way up the abandoned fire escape, a duffel bag of clothing and what not thrown casually over her shoulder. It was his time with her that Sesshomaru found himself at his best, life seemed to have a purpose other than for work.
Everything had been innocent at first, a close friendship and it probably would have stayed that way if Sesshomaru hadn’t allowed himself to feel relaxed with her by his side. A year had passed by quickly for the two of them and Sesshomaru even finished up his work at the office earlier in the day always eager to get back to his place and see Rin, though it never seemed to show on the outside. However, it didn’t matter if people knew the difference in his behavior, he was an adult and his personal life was of no concern to anyone else, they weren’t family, and even if they were it wasn’t their business.
Routine, it was something Sesshomaru had grown used to over the years, but with Rin the main structure of his every day life had been thrown out the very window she often snuck in through. Everything was always different, the way she dressed, the looks she gave him and on a few occasions, her hair. It was only the little things that stayed the same, yet the way he felt never became something different, but it definitely changed.
He started taking the car so he could get home quicker and when he unlocked his door he could hear the loud music coming from his bedroom, the bass making the walls vibrate like they were about to come to life. It was weird for him because Rin had always tried to be quiet. Of course it didn’t bother him, nor did it bother him that she rarely ventured through his home while he was gone. Tossing his briefcase on a near by table, Sesshomaru climbed the stairs and laughed to himself hearing her voice singing alone to the song playing.
The bedroom door had been left open so he quietly snuck up on her as the song ended, watching her as she care freely danced around the spacious room a large blow up plastic guitar in her hands.
The CD ended and the two of them were left in silence until he broke it. “Loud enough for you?”
Her face flushed as she turned to greet him, her blue eyes wide. “S-Sesshomaru you scared me panty-less!”
He chuckled leaning against the doorframe appreciating the white snap-button colored shirt and classic ripped blue jeans she wore, her toes sticking out from underneath the flared denim. Her hair was layered again, he mused as she tossed the toy guitar onto a chair and though he’d seen them everyday, the metal loop through her lip and the other on her left eyebrow were always a surprise; too bad she wasn’t wearing that floppy hat, it would have pulled off her almost exotic look. Not that she needed accessories to help her.
Sesshomaru didn’t understand why he touched her lips that day, the cool metal offsetting the warmth of her mouth after she hug him, or why his hand stayed to caress her cheek before sliding to cup her neck as his own lips fitted against hers, but it felt good. The only thing he did know was that she didn’t pull away as his tongue swept into her mouth or flinch when the blood in his veins boiled and he roughly tore open her shirt and touched her more intimately than he’d ever done before.
No, she only moaned in reply, her hands desperately clutching him as he devoured her. She fitted perfectly with his body, arched her back and exposed her naked flesh to his mouth and fingertips and gave him every inch of herself and more. It was like fireworks he guessed, the way she shivered as he filled her, her fingers tangling into his long hair and scraping against his scalp.
Her gasps were loud and wanton and it fueled him on and he could barely control himself as he took her. He needed her - wanted her and it was pure ecstasy tasting the salt of her sweat slicked flesh, her body moving in sync with his as though they’d been made for each other.
It was after that night Sesshomaru decided that Rin was more precious to him than anything else. In a way one could say that he loved her, but he couldn’t say it aloud, it just wasn’t in his nature to. However, Rin did things to him, changed him and the thought of being in love with such a creature terrified him.
“Hey Sesshomaru,” the loud voice from his answering machine tore him from his depressing and some what bitter thoughts. “I know you’re home. Pick up the fucking phone already!”
Picking up the cordless receiver, he rolled his eyes before answering. “InuYasha that’s no way to leave a message.”
“Keh,” InuYasha snorted. “You need to learn how to answer your phone, but that’s besides the point. Have you thought about what we discussed earlier?”
“Yes I have.”
“And?” Sesshomaru frowned, InuYasha had always been impatient about things and he guessed that some things never really did change.
He didn’t want to give it up, but he had to get away. It was killing him to remember, he was going to go insane if he didn’t find another way. “Tell them they can move in by the end of the week. I’ve only a few things left. Thursday earliest.”
This was it, InuYasha said his thanks and hung up leaving Sesshomaru once again completely alone with his thoughts. He couldn’t go back now, it was already too late for it.
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Six, eight, twelve- they were numbers, horrible numbers that kept track of the lapse of time and she hated them. Those dreaded numbers symbolized exactly how long she’d been left to rot in the hell she’d been thrown into. Six months, eight days, and twelve hours down to the minute and Rin gritted her teeth as she watched the scene around her.
Huge men scrambled around like chickens with their heads cut off, sleep black .38 caliber handguns peeking through their open coats and though she should have been afraid of these dangerous men she wasn’t. The only thing that scared her was the thought of being found and that on its own would not be allowed, not while she was still breathing that is.
They were searching for her, she knew that for certain and she curled tighter into her hiding spot praying that none of them would see her. The last day and a half was one big deadly game of hide and seek - one that she couldn’t afford to lose and she held her breath as a pair of polished shoes stepped dangerously close to her trembling fingers. It was times like these when she thanked the heavens for making her small in almost every aspect because it was probably the only reason why she was still alive.
“There’s no sign of the listener,” a deep voice said and since there were no other feet around them besides her own she assumed he was talking on either a walkie-talkie or a cell phone. “She couldn’t have gotten far sir--Kohaku shot her with a numbs tin bullet when she first fled the compound last night.”
Kohaku - the name brought tears to her eyes and her hands flew to her mouth to try and force back the sob in her throat. All of this pain and torture she’d endured was for his sake, for his protections and in the end it was all done completely in vain. No longer would Kohaku ever be the gentle and always kindly smiling twenty-two year old boy she had once fallen in love with; that boy ceased to exist almost five months ago.
Now he was a monster just like all the rest of them. It made things worse knowing exactly what she’d been shot with and she cursed her luck as she shifted some of the weight off her shoulder. Numbstins always hurt like a bitch and if not properly taken care of early it would leave the affected area permanently paralyzed. The name came from the numbing agent and poisons infused in the long metal shell and gun powder; only normally used for dealing with underground gangs and big nuisances by high up government agents. But how Kohaku was able to get his hands on one was beyond her.
Then again, maybe it wasn’t. The ring leader of the underground syndicate had been the infamous Naraku Takahara and he did a little more than curious dabbling in the black market. She knew because it was the job of a listener. Silently she waited until the coast was clear and she was certain none of Naraku’s goons lingered before she climbed out of the place she crawled into, her left hand clenching into a fist as she fought back the pain. It wouldn’t be good for her if she just stayed put, they’d eventually wise up and find her if she did and she doubted she had the strength left to try out running them again.
She had a rather painful stitch in her side that refused to go away and black dots danced dangerously in front of her eyes. There wasn’t much time left until the sun would set and ducking behind another alley way, Rin couldn’t barely force back the few tears that pushed their way from her clenched eyes. It was still about another day and a half’s journey by foot to get where she was going and she wanted to give up any hope that had been lingering in her heart.
Would he still be there waiting? Would his eyes be cold or filled for a second or two with relief or would he be furious? She’d been gone for so long, disappearing with a promise to return in the morning only for it to be broken. Grant it Rin hadn’t planned on being ambushed while searching for any signs of Kohaku. She hadn’t planned on being face to face with Naraku as his goons ripped the large hoop earrings from her ears, the rotten smell of burning flesh as they branded her with a hot iron in the shape of a spider and then rubbing it with salt and black dye.
Hell, she’d been lucky they hadn’t decided to take a blade to her face after they pummeled her with metal rods. How she remained alive was a mystery to her, but then again it probably had something to do with the project Athelynne. It was a chip seized by the government, another disturbing creation that found its way to the black market and then into Naraku’s hands.
Rin remembered the way Kohaku behaved after they implanted it into the back of his neck; the same black spider burn she had on his shoulder blades and the way he screamed as he attacked and killed one of Naraku’s men like a good lapdog. They had turned the gentlest creature into a killing machine - a monster.
It wasn’t fair! It wasn’t right and yet there was nothing she could do until she reached safety, if she lasted that long. Biting down on her lower lip, Rin spotted a familiar young man not too far ahead and as she passed him she reached (it was always a good idea for a listener to have more than one specialty especially incase they found themselves in a position similar to hers) and carefully tucked his wallet into her pants pocket and continued down the block.
Sure she felt bad, but it didn’t matter how guilty she felt, she needed it and since her life was on the line, the young man with seductive indigo eyes and black hair tied to the nape of his neck would just have to deal with the loss.
Somehow Rin wound up in a close by park sitting on the large fountain, the cold water feeling wonderful against her face. She managed to snap a few coins out and using her bloodied sleeve, she dried her face. There was a vague feeling of where she was, though it was still far away from where she wanted to be and it made the pain in her shoulder more evident.
Taking a deep breath, Rin let the tears fall from her eyes, the park around her was filled with happy people, all minding their own business but she could feel him closing in on her; his brown eyes pinning her in place and a part of her wanted to die.
Climbing to her feet she was hit by a wave of dizziness and fell to her knees, her fingers scraping over the ground as footsteps grew closer. “You shouldn’t try to move Rin, it only puts strain on your wounds.”
“I can’t,” she sobbed softly, the barrel of the gun digging into her shoulder. “I can’t go back.”
His laugh was malicious and she hated it. She hated what he’d become and if it meant hating him then she’d have to. Her breathing was ragged as he pulled her arm, forcing her to her feet and Rin grimaced grabbing a jagged rock; her scream surprising everyone around them as she bashed the large rock into Kohaku’s head.
“I won’t be like you!” She yelled watching him fall to his own knees, his grasp tightening dragging her down with him and beginning to panic she hit him again. “I HATE YOU!”
Rin struck him once more for good measure, his hand falling to the ground and it broke her heart. She didn’t really hate him, she couldn’t hate him, but she had to in order to stay alive. It didn’t help much that she was crying as she stumbled away, her feet tripping over the cracks in the sidewalk.
“RIN!” Kohaku’s voice roared angrily and her blood went cold as she tried to stop her vision from doubling. “Don’t you walk away from me you bitch!”
Gunshots exploded and people screamed as they hid for cover. She willed herself not to fall as fire consumed her right arm, pain so intense she almost blacked out. Blood was everywhere and she could barely move, but she kept going, the loud whistling of police sirens fading in her ears. Kohaku would have already caught up and dragged her away and why he hadn’t was strange; however, she couldn’t sit by idly thinking about the details. She had to get away.
Absently Rin’s shuffling feet began to move quicker across the pavement, the police whistles growing steadily louder. She wanted to cry because things were getting worse but she couldn’t afford to do anything besides trying to find a way to safety. Hundreds of thoughts raced through her mind, jumbling and confusing her senses and the next thing she knew she was a block or two away from the park, swarms of people walking in every direction; most pretending not to notice the bleeding and scared looking teenager.
They stayed away, purposely avoiding her and her filth and she was thankful that she was surrounded. She was always able to get lost in a crowd so ridiculously easy. Stumbling to the side of the road, the first thing Rin spotted was a cab readying to leave and desperately she flung herself towards it, grabbing the door handle and throwing herself inside like a rag doll, the door slamming shut behind her.
“Oommf,” a voice drifted close to her ears, nails digging into her arms and a clean and strong chest pressed tightly against hers.
It was like being dumped into a tub of cold water and as though being bitten Rin jerked away, shooting pain ripping through her entire body. For a moment her vision swam in the poorly lit cab, two pairs of eyes watching her curiously. Her breath came out in shallow pants, her head lolling back on the seat and silent tears falling down her dirtied cheeks. This was just too much for her and she wanted to curl up in a ball and die she felt so lightheaded and tired.
“Where to?” she assumed it was the cab driver, but she knew she wasn’t alone and doubted he’d been speaking to her in the first place.
“To the hospital!” the man next to her responded sharply, his gentle hands brushing over her, probing her with a feather’s touch. “Hurry, she’s going to bleed to death.”
“No--!” She sobbed grabbing his large hands, her eyes shooting open to stare into blue eyes that mirrored her own. “I can’t. Th-they can’t help me. I won’t bleed to death.”
“You’ve been shot twice!” He growled loudly making her flinch. “Don’t tell me that you won’t, I know better! I’m a doctor for fuck’s sake!”
“Then you know that the fucking moment you remove the shells and try treating them with the standard drugs and what not you’d have dug me a grave!” Rin clenched her teeth as the backs of her eyes began to burn. It was already beginning to take effect. “Fuck! I-if you’re a doctor then you understand how penolthenxecthoyll reacts when exposed to pnolapenditalnycine that the nurses give to gunshot victims.”
“She better not bleed on my freaggin seats!” the cab driver was more than angry; however, the other passenger gave him a few choice words and insisted him to keep driving. “I don’t’ care what you do with her, but I sure as shit ain’t explaining to the cops why there’s a dead broad bleeding in the back of my cab!”
“Just get me to the corner of 312th and Southern and I’ll be okay,” she could feel the darkness pulling at her. “Wake me up when we’re a few blocks away.”
The darkness was clawing at her, dragging her down and for a moment she felt like she was dreaming. “H-how do you know about Numbstins and its compounds?”
“Because,” she whispered tiredly. “It’s my job to know.”
And surprisingly that’s exactly what the doctor did. It took a few moments for Rin to gather her bearings and when she did, she noticed that the scenery around her was pitch black. A light flickered as she tried forcing herself to sit up and a pair of hands danced across her flesh, pulling her up and she groaned in both pain and exhaustion. All she wanted to do was go back to sleep and stay that way for as long as possible, though in the end she knew she couldn’t.
With stuff muscles, Rin waited until the cab coaxed to a stop before opening the door, her trembling fingers slipping off the cold metal several times. It hurt to move, but she forced herself up, her right arm hanging uselessly at her side; she’d be lucky if she’d ever be able to use it again. Her cab companion was out of the vehicle in a flash, helping her ease out and avoiding tripping over the curb. How she was going to make it the rest of the way on food she didn’t know, but somehow she’d just have to; no ifs, ands, or buts about it.
“Hey,” his hands steadied her and Rin tried hard to smile through the pain.
He was a complete stranger and he’d gone out of his way to get her to where she was going, his finely toned abs peeking out from under his open jacket; his shirt long since ripped into makeshift bandages to try and slow down her bleeding wounds. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital? I mean, no offense but you look like shit.”
She wanted to laugh but it hurt and digging into her pocket, Rin pulled out her lifted wallet and pulled out the cash, bills barely staying in her fingers as they began to go numb. She was losing feeling quicker than she anticipated. “Please, it’s all I can give you for the cab… Thanks for everything.”
“Koga,”
“H uh?” His fingers curled around hers and guided the money back into the stolen wallet cradled in her arm.
“My name’s Koga,” he told her, his lips brushing lightly over her forehead. She was developing a slight fever. “And if you make it out alive gimme a call. I could always use a strong stubborn human girl like you.”
His words made her blush and silently she watched him climb back into the cab and it disappeared down the road. That would be the last time she saw Koga, for that she was certain and turning towards the alley way, she traded the bills for coins with the nearest homeless person. She needed to find a pay phone. It was harder than Rin originally thought it’d be and by the time she found a working one she was right across the street from the place she’d called home for the last year and a half; her safe haven.
The roads were significantly subdued, there was practically nobody besides herself out in the night air and sighing heavily she maneuvered herself into the telephone booth, holding the receiver with her un-abused shoulder and her chin and her eyes drifting shut as she slowly dialed the numbers she knew by heart. It rang over and over, the annoying ringing buzzing in her ears; she had to redial twice as she was switched over to his voicemail and on the third try - fourth ring a voice echoed into her head.
“Hello?”
It was the silky smooth voice of a woman and though it was strangely familiar Rin couldn’t place where she heard it before. “Hello? - If you don’t say something I’m hanging up!”
“Se-” it was getting harder to breathe, who was this strange woman and what was she doing answering Sesshomaru’s cell? “Sesshomaru-”
“He’s a little indisposed of,” the voice cooed seductively. “Can I take a message?”
“No--Sesshom- I need to talk to, - it’s an emergency!” Sobs were working their way up her chest and cutting off her words.
There was a moment of silence on the other line and Rin thought that the woman had hung up on her. “Oh, I know who you are!” She was laughing at her and chills ran up Rin’s spine. “You’re that girl --that listener aren’t you?”
If there was a time for surprise and fear to stop a girl’s heart that would have been it. “Give me to Sessho-”
“Naraku’s been looking for you,” Rin was frozen, her mouth hanging slightly open and her breath coming out in quick pants. “You sent his new pet to the hospital and he’s very angry. Those numbs tins should have paralyzed you, but don’t worry he’ll be there soon to collect you. Naraku has eyes everywhere. Even a pathetic human girl like you couldn’t stay invisible forever.”
“Kagura,” Sesshomaru’s cold voice sounded faint but Rin could barely believe what she was hearing as everything began to sink in. “Who gave you permission to…”
The rest of his words were drowned out as she screamed in rage, her elbow hitting the glass and shattering it as the phone receiver smashed against the metal box, shards of glass tearing into her flesh like a butter knife does butter. How were they all connected? How was Sesshomaru - did he do this to her? She screamed again, shoving her way out of the tiny phone booth, her feet slipping and sending her crashing to the dirty cement.
Why? It was the only thing that came to her mind as she crawled over to a trash can, using it as a strong hold as she desperately tried climbing to her feet, dry heaves escaping from her mouth; waterless tears from her eyes. Why did he have to be with Kagura Kizu? Of all people, why her? Did Sesshomaru know about her dealings with Naraku, that they were planning on a corporate take over of some big time business conglomerate, was he somehow a part of it all?
These thoughts, and others similar ones were a betrayal to her feelings for the snow-haired man, but the anger and pain swelling deep inside were the only things that kept her standing, that pushed her across the street and colliding with his front door; the pin pad popping out from its cleverly hidden spot behind the over extravagant doorbell.
She didn’t have to think about the password, it came to her like breathing and she even ignored the bloodstains as the door creaked open, her red palm print splashed onto it’s crème color as she was swallowed by the emptiness. Lights from the outside streetlights provided a beam of light for Rin and leaning heavily against the wall, she slowly climbed the endless stairs to his bedroom. If she knew Sesshomaru, and she thought she knew him well, he would be there waiting for her with cold amber eyes. And when she finally managed to open the stubborn bedroom door, she found herself dead wrong.
It was empty, all signs of life completely gone leaving one lonely bare room and a heart broken girl. Even the curtains were gone, the fluorescent lights filert5ing in from the outside making the room glow with an eerie light. He was gone without even a single trace or goodbye and Rin barely made it to the window before collapsing into a heap on the wooden floor, her body turning and the back of her head hitting the window frame.
Why did it have to be this way? Why now? The pain in her chest intensified tenfold and figuring that it was the end of it all, Rin let herself go numb, her blue eyes glazing over as she stared into the nothingness. She’d finally given up all hope of surviving.
Huge men scrambled around like chickens with their heads cut off, sleep black .38 caliber handguns peeking through their open coats and though she should have been afraid of these dangerous men she wasn’t. The only thing that scared her was the thought of being found and that on its own would not be allowed, not while she was still breathing that is.
They were searching for her, she knew that for certain and she curled tighter into her hiding spot praying that none of them would see her. The last day and a half was one big deadly game of hide and seek - one that she couldn’t afford to lose and she held her breath as a pair of polished shoes stepped dangerously close to her trembling fingers. It was times like these when she thanked the heavens for making her small in almost every aspect because it was probably the only reason why she was still alive.
“There’s no sign of the listener,” a deep voice said and since there were no other feet around them besides her own she assumed he was talking on either a walkie-talkie or a cell phone. “She couldn’t have gotten far sir--Kohaku shot her with a numbs tin bullet when she first fled the compound last night.”
Kohaku - the name brought tears to her eyes and her hands flew to her mouth to try and force back the sob in her throat. All of this pain and torture she’d endured was for his sake, for his protections and in the end it was all done completely in vain. No longer would Kohaku ever be the gentle and always kindly smiling twenty-two year old boy she had once fallen in love with; that boy ceased to exist almost five months ago.
Now he was a monster just like all the rest of them. It made things worse knowing exactly what she’d been shot with and she cursed her luck as she shifted some of the weight off her shoulder. Numbstins always hurt like a bitch and if not properly taken care of early it would leave the affected area permanently paralyzed. The name came from the numbing agent and poisons infused in the long metal shell and gun powder; only normally used for dealing with underground gangs and big nuisances by high up government agents. But how Kohaku was able to get his hands on one was beyond her.
Then again, maybe it wasn’t. The ring leader of the underground syndicate had been the infamous Naraku Takahara and he did a little more than curious dabbling in the black market. She knew because it was the job of a listener. Silently she waited until the coast was clear and she was certain none of Naraku’s goons lingered before she climbed out of the place she crawled into, her left hand clenching into a fist as she fought back the pain. It wouldn’t be good for her if she just stayed put, they’d eventually wise up and find her if she did and she doubted she had the strength left to try out running them again.
She had a rather painful stitch in her side that refused to go away and black dots danced dangerously in front of her eyes. There wasn’t much time left until the sun would set and ducking behind another alley way, Rin couldn’t barely force back the few tears that pushed their way from her clenched eyes. It was still about another day and a half’s journey by foot to get where she was going and she wanted to give up any hope that had been lingering in her heart.
Would he still be there waiting? Would his eyes be cold or filled for a second or two with relief or would he be furious? She’d been gone for so long, disappearing with a promise to return in the morning only for it to be broken. Grant it Rin hadn’t planned on being ambushed while searching for any signs of Kohaku. She hadn’t planned on being face to face with Naraku as his goons ripped the large hoop earrings from her ears, the rotten smell of burning flesh as they branded her with a hot iron in the shape of a spider and then rubbing it with salt and black dye.
Hell, she’d been lucky they hadn’t decided to take a blade to her face after they pummeled her with metal rods. How she remained alive was a mystery to her, but then again it probably had something to do with the project Athelynne. It was a chip seized by the government, another disturbing creation that found its way to the black market and then into Naraku’s hands.
Rin remembered the way Kohaku behaved after they implanted it into the back of his neck; the same black spider burn she had on his shoulder blades and the way he screamed as he attacked and killed one of Naraku’s men like a good lapdog. They had turned the gentlest creature into a killing machine - a monster.
It wasn’t fair! It wasn’t right and yet there was nothing she could do until she reached safety, if she lasted that long. Biting down on her lower lip, Rin spotted a familiar young man not too far ahead and as she passed him she reached (it was always a good idea for a listener to have more than one specialty especially incase they found themselves in a position similar to hers) and carefully tucked his wallet into her pants pocket and continued down the block.
Sure she felt bad, but it didn’t matter how guilty she felt, she needed it and since her life was on the line, the young man with seductive indigo eyes and black hair tied to the nape of his neck would just have to deal with the loss.
Somehow Rin wound up in a close by park sitting on the large fountain, the cold water feeling wonderful against her face. She managed to snap a few coins out and using her bloodied sleeve, she dried her face. There was a vague feeling of where she was, though it was still far away from where she wanted to be and it made the pain in her shoulder more evident.
Taking a deep breath, Rin let the tears fall from her eyes, the park around her was filled with happy people, all minding their own business but she could feel him closing in on her; his brown eyes pinning her in place and a part of her wanted to die.
Climbing to her feet she was hit by a wave of dizziness and fell to her knees, her fingers scraping over the ground as footsteps grew closer. “You shouldn’t try to move Rin, it only puts strain on your wounds.”
“I can’t,” she sobbed softly, the barrel of the gun digging into her shoulder. “I can’t go back.”
His laugh was malicious and she hated it. She hated what he’d become and if it meant hating him then she’d have to. Her breathing was ragged as he pulled her arm, forcing her to her feet and Rin grimaced grabbing a jagged rock; her scream surprising everyone around them as she bashed the large rock into Kohaku’s head.
“I won’t be like you!” She yelled watching him fall to his own knees, his grasp tightening dragging her down with him and beginning to panic she hit him again. “I HATE YOU!”
Rin struck him once more for good measure, his hand falling to the ground and it broke her heart. She didn’t really hate him, she couldn’t hate him, but she had to in order to stay alive. It didn’t help much that she was crying as she stumbled away, her feet tripping over the cracks in the sidewalk.
“RIN!” Kohaku’s voice roared angrily and her blood went cold as she tried to stop her vision from doubling. “Don’t you walk away from me you bitch!”
Gunshots exploded and people screamed as they hid for cover. She willed herself not to fall as fire consumed her right arm, pain so intense she almost blacked out. Blood was everywhere and she could barely move, but she kept going, the loud whistling of police sirens fading in her ears. Kohaku would have already caught up and dragged her away and why he hadn’t was strange; however, she couldn’t sit by idly thinking about the details. She had to get away.
Absently Rin’s shuffling feet began to move quicker across the pavement, the police whistles growing steadily louder. She wanted to cry because things were getting worse but she couldn’t afford to do anything besides trying to find a way to safety. Hundreds of thoughts raced through her mind, jumbling and confusing her senses and the next thing she knew she was a block or two away from the park, swarms of people walking in every direction; most pretending not to notice the bleeding and scared looking teenager.
They stayed away, purposely avoiding her and her filth and she was thankful that she was surrounded. She was always able to get lost in a crowd so ridiculously easy. Stumbling to the side of the road, the first thing Rin spotted was a cab readying to leave and desperately she flung herself towards it, grabbing the door handle and throwing herself inside like a rag doll, the door slamming shut behind her.
“Oommf,” a voice drifted close to her ears, nails digging into her arms and a clean and strong chest pressed tightly against hers.
It was like being dumped into a tub of cold water and as though being bitten Rin jerked away, shooting pain ripping through her entire body. For a moment her vision swam in the poorly lit cab, two pairs of eyes watching her curiously. Her breath came out in shallow pants, her head lolling back on the seat and silent tears falling down her dirtied cheeks. This was just too much for her and she wanted to curl up in a ball and die she felt so lightheaded and tired.
“Where to?” she assumed it was the cab driver, but she knew she wasn’t alone and doubted he’d been speaking to her in the first place.
“To the hospital!” the man next to her responded sharply, his gentle hands brushing over her, probing her with a feather’s touch. “Hurry, she’s going to bleed to death.”
“No--!” She sobbed grabbing his large hands, her eyes shooting open to stare into blue eyes that mirrored her own. “I can’t. Th-they can’t help me. I won’t bleed to death.”
“You’ve been shot twice!” He growled loudly making her flinch. “Don’t tell me that you won’t, I know better! I’m a doctor for fuck’s sake!”
“Then you know that the fucking moment you remove the shells and try treating them with the standard drugs and what not you’d have dug me a grave!” Rin clenched her teeth as the backs of her eyes began to burn. It was already beginning to take effect. “Fuck! I-if you’re a doctor then you understand how penolthenxecthoyll reacts when exposed to pnolapenditalnycine that the nurses give to gunshot victims.”
“She better not bleed on my freaggin seats!” the cab driver was more than angry; however, the other passenger gave him a few choice words and insisted him to keep driving. “I don’t’ care what you do with her, but I sure as shit ain’t explaining to the cops why there’s a dead broad bleeding in the back of my cab!”
“Just get me to the corner of 312th and Southern and I’ll be okay,” she could feel the darkness pulling at her. “Wake me up when we’re a few blocks away.”
The darkness was clawing at her, dragging her down and for a moment she felt like she was dreaming. “H-how do you know about Numbstins and its compounds?”
“Because,” she whispered tiredly. “It’s my job to know.”
And surprisingly that’s exactly what the doctor did. It took a few moments for Rin to gather her bearings and when she did, she noticed that the scenery around her was pitch black. A light flickered as she tried forcing herself to sit up and a pair of hands danced across her flesh, pulling her up and she groaned in both pain and exhaustion. All she wanted to do was go back to sleep and stay that way for as long as possible, though in the end she knew she couldn’t.
With stuff muscles, Rin waited until the cab coaxed to a stop before opening the door, her trembling fingers slipping off the cold metal several times. It hurt to move, but she forced herself up, her right arm hanging uselessly at her side; she’d be lucky if she’d ever be able to use it again. Her cab companion was out of the vehicle in a flash, helping her ease out and avoiding tripping over the curb. How she was going to make it the rest of the way on food she didn’t know, but somehow she’d just have to; no ifs, ands, or buts about it.
“Hey,” his hands steadied her and Rin tried hard to smile through the pain.
He was a complete stranger and he’d gone out of his way to get her to where she was going, his finely toned abs peeking out from under his open jacket; his shirt long since ripped into makeshift bandages to try and slow down her bleeding wounds. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital? I mean, no offense but you look like shit.”
She wanted to laugh but it hurt and digging into her pocket, Rin pulled out her lifted wallet and pulled out the cash, bills barely staying in her fingers as they began to go numb. She was losing feeling quicker than she anticipated. “Please, it’s all I can give you for the cab… Thanks for everything.”
“Koga,”
“H uh?” His fingers curled around hers and guided the money back into the stolen wallet cradled in her arm.
“My name’s Koga,” he told her, his lips brushing lightly over her forehead. She was developing a slight fever. “And if you make it out alive gimme a call. I could always use a strong stubborn human girl like you.”
His words made her blush and silently she watched him climb back into the cab and it disappeared down the road. That would be the last time she saw Koga, for that she was certain and turning towards the alley way, she traded the bills for coins with the nearest homeless person. She needed to find a pay phone. It was harder than Rin originally thought it’d be and by the time she found a working one she was right across the street from the place she’d called home for the last year and a half; her safe haven.
The roads were significantly subdued, there was practically nobody besides herself out in the night air and sighing heavily she maneuvered herself into the telephone booth, holding the receiver with her un-abused shoulder and her chin and her eyes drifting shut as she slowly dialed the numbers she knew by heart. It rang over and over, the annoying ringing buzzing in her ears; she had to redial twice as she was switched over to his voicemail and on the third try - fourth ring a voice echoed into her head.
“Hello?”
It was the silky smooth voice of a woman and though it was strangely familiar Rin couldn’t place where she heard it before. “Hello? - If you don’t say something I’m hanging up!”
“Se-” it was getting harder to breathe, who was this strange woman and what was she doing answering Sesshomaru’s cell? “Sesshomaru-”
“He’s a little indisposed of,” the voice cooed seductively. “Can I take a message?”
“No--Sesshom- I need to talk to, - it’s an emergency!” Sobs were working their way up her chest and cutting off her words.
There was a moment of silence on the other line and Rin thought that the woman had hung up on her. “Oh, I know who you are!” She was laughing at her and chills ran up Rin’s spine. “You’re that girl --that listener aren’t you?”
If there was a time for surprise and fear to stop a girl’s heart that would have been it. “Give me to Sessho-”
“Naraku’s been looking for you,” Rin was frozen, her mouth hanging slightly open and her breath coming out in quick pants. “You sent his new pet to the hospital and he’s very angry. Those numbs tins should have paralyzed you, but don’t worry he’ll be there soon to collect you. Naraku has eyes everywhere. Even a pathetic human girl like you couldn’t stay invisible forever.”
“Kagura,” Sesshomaru’s cold voice sounded faint but Rin could barely believe what she was hearing as everything began to sink in. “Who gave you permission to…”
The rest of his words were drowned out as she screamed in rage, her elbow hitting the glass and shattering it as the phone receiver smashed against the metal box, shards of glass tearing into her flesh like a butter knife does butter. How were they all connected? How was Sesshomaru - did he do this to her? She screamed again, shoving her way out of the tiny phone booth, her feet slipping and sending her crashing to the dirty cement.
Why? It was the only thing that came to her mind as she crawled over to a trash can, using it as a strong hold as she desperately tried climbing to her feet, dry heaves escaping from her mouth; waterless tears from her eyes. Why did he have to be with Kagura Kizu? Of all people, why her? Did Sesshomaru know about her dealings with Naraku, that they were planning on a corporate take over of some big time business conglomerate, was he somehow a part of it all?
These thoughts, and others similar ones were a betrayal to her feelings for the snow-haired man, but the anger and pain swelling deep inside were the only things that kept her standing, that pushed her across the street and colliding with his front door; the pin pad popping out from its cleverly hidden spot behind the over extravagant doorbell.
She didn’t have to think about the password, it came to her like breathing and she even ignored the bloodstains as the door creaked open, her red palm print splashed onto it’s crème color as she was swallowed by the emptiness. Lights from the outside streetlights provided a beam of light for Rin and leaning heavily against the wall, she slowly climbed the endless stairs to his bedroom. If she knew Sesshomaru, and she thought she knew him well, he would be there waiting for her with cold amber eyes. And when she finally managed to open the stubborn bedroom door, she found herself dead wrong.
It was empty, all signs of life completely gone leaving one lonely bare room and a heart broken girl. Even the curtains were gone, the fluorescent lights filert5ing in from the outside making the room glow with an eerie light. He was gone without even a single trace or goodbye and Rin barely made it to the window before collapsing into a heap on the wooden floor, her body turning and the back of her head hitting the window frame.
Why did it have to be this way? Why now? The pain in her chest intensified tenfold and figuring that it was the end of it all, Rin let herself go numb, her blue eyes glazing over as she stared into the nothingness. She’d finally given up all hope of surviving.
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“I just can’t believe it!” A young man said, his fingers brushing through his slightly disheveled black hair. “I mean one moment I had it and the next it was gone. POOF! Right outta thin air!”
“Well jeez quit being such a bitch about it Miroku,” InuYasha could stand a lot of things, but the man next to him had been complaining about losing his wallet for the last four hours and plainly he was getting sick of it. “It’s not like you had credit cards in there, you gave those to Sango earlier.”
The car rolled to a stop at a red light and Miroku grumbled loudly. “It’s the principle InuYasha, the principle!”
A dirty glare was thrown his way and Miroku’s whine grew louder, jerky hand movements catching the corner of his eyes and fed up, InuYasha swerved the car, his passenger’s head hitting the window with a thunk. It was hilarious and he laughed loudly at his friend’s expense, but it had the desired effect, Miroku rubbed his head sulking silently for a minute or two before changing the subject. When in doubt, use driving as a scare tactic, it was one of his best moves because it always worked.
“So why is Sesshomaru having us go back to the small project home?” Miroku asked rolling down the window. “I thought he had everything out already so that Sango and I could use it as a storage house. You know like it was originally before he ‘saved’ it from being demolished.”
InuYasha frowned, his amber eyes darting around the area as he drove down the endless road. “No idea. He says he left something underneath one of the floorboards, but what it was he refused to specify. I think he’s doing it to get a good laugh, the stupid fucker.”
Miroku merely shrugged, his eyes carelessly watching the buildings as they flew past. They could have been doing better things than going to search for an unknown object that probably wasn’t even there in the first place. It was a complete waste of time and he sighed heavily unbuckling his seatbelt. The clock on the stereo said twelve thirty and it meant that he’d missed out once again on a lovely night of hanging out and ‘watching’ movies with Sango and possibly more. A definite waste of his valued time.
InuYasha climbed out of his car with a deeper frown etched onto his face, the air was thick and knowing the type of neighborhood Sesshomaru had lived in it was too quiet. The telephone booth’s glass was broken, the phone hanging lifelessly by the metal cord and he would have immediately blamed it on gang members or street hoodlums if it weren’t for the smell of blood and the red dots sprinkling the sidewalk.
“Hey InuYasha,” Miroku sounded off. “Did Sesshomaru leave the front door unlocked by chance?”
“Yeah right,” he scoffed glancing at his friend as he crossed in front of his car. “That prima-donna is so anal about-”
Amber eyes narrowed and he felt his heart beat quicken in his chest, the front door was wide open expecting them like a bad omen and the rest of his thoughts crashed and burned. Hurrying his pace to a slow jog, InuYasha fetched his phone from his pocket tossing it back to Miroku and ordering him to call his half brother. Something wasn’t right and stepping closer the scent of blood grew stronger.
A police flash light would have been better than the two wimpy ones he and Miroku had in their hands, but he was thankful for any amount of light because he wasn’t sure of what was waiting for them from beyond the front door, but whatever it was it obviously wouldn’t be a pretty sight. Bright red blood lined the wall going up the stairs, a fair amount and he swallowed the lump in his throat. His senses were going crazy, the thick scent making him nauseous, his ears swiveling around his head straining to hear any sound that could save them from any possible dangers.
If he hadn’t been as nervous as he was, InuYasha would have sworn that he’d been sucked into a horror movie, but he tried not to let it get to him, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen a dead body before, yet somehow it all seemed different. Hand prints and smeared fingerprints danced across the white wall, a foul smell making his nose itch and ascending the final steps he found himself stuck in place as he stared directly through the open door spotting a limp body underneath the window.
“Oh shit,” he croaked. “It’s a girl. Tell Sesshomaru to get his ass down here now.”
Her feet lay outstretched in front of her, her arms palm up on both sides of her and long ebony hair falling over a lowered head. At first glance she looked merely like a homeless person, but the blood and tattered clothing told a different tale. Hearing Miroku’s silent intake of breath, his feet moved forward and he was immediately at her side, his clawed hands gently pushing back her head and staring into empty blue eyes.
“Is she - you know?” Miroku asked softly kneeling next to the hanyou.
“No, not yet at least,” he replied his eyebrows scrunching even further into a frown as his claws brushed against the metal ring wedged into a bleeding wound. She smelled faintly of wolf and something even more sinister. “I wonder what she did to deserve this. Fuck, this just wreaks!”
“Care to explain you’re not so inner monologue?” Miroku spotted the bulge in the girl’s pocket and carefully reached inside pulling out a bloody leather wallet. “Hey! This is my wallet!”
InuYasha snorted elbowing Miroku in the ribs, “you see this? This ring that looks like a large coin? Well it’s not your everyday average bullet, it’s a fucking Numbstin. See here, there’s two right next to each other. The bitch was shot in the back.”
“I’ve heard Sango talk about them once, but jeez this girl’s only a teenager by the looks of it.” it was looking worse by the moment as they studied the dying girl.
“Well Numbstins are supposed to be government issued only. You need a shit load of clearance before you can even touch them.” InuYasha explained checking the girl for a pulse and barely finding one. “A few years ago when Onigumo Takigawa disappeared from the Bureau of Military Defense these Numbstins found their way into the black market. They can’t be treated in hospitals and usually one is enough to practically kill an average person because of the chemicals used to make the bullets.”
“And how exactly do you know this?” His hanyou friend had managed to run circles around him and Miroku wondered exactly who the unfortunate girl had happened upon.
“When Kagome talks I listen,” InuYasha scoffed. “Besides, it’s my duty to know.”
Neither InuYasha nor Miroku expected the girl in front of them to move, nonetheless for her left hand to shoot out and grab a large amount of InuYasha’s long silver hair. The hanyou cried out in a loud shrill voice, his head being forced a few inches from the mystery girl’s face. He wasn’t sure if she was conscious, let alone strong enough to set him off balance, but she did. Her lips moved silently and he strained to hear her, his ears twitching and he held his breath as a quiet sob left her mouth.
“Why?” it was softer than a whisper but he managed to catch her broken and slurred words. “W-why di-did yo-you?”
“Why did I what?” He asked quickly, his amber eyes darting up to meet her blue orbs, he was on edge. Who was she?
The fingers holding his hair hostage trembled viciously like she was having seizures, staining silver with red. He could plainly see her tears as her eyebrows bunched up and those clouded eyes closed. “B-ba-betray m-me-?”
InuYasha opened his mouth to reply when he was flung backwards, his body sliding halfway across the wooden floor leaving him in a confused daze. His growl was cut short seeing Sesshomaru kneeling in front of the girl, his clawed hands hesitantly reaching out to the girl before gathering her gently into his arms as though she was cracked porcelain.
His Inu Youkai half brother’s long hair was pulled into a tight braid, his nice long-sleeved dress shirt rolled up past his elbows. Sesshomaru had undoubtedly been busy at the office like he’d been fort he past several months and for the first time in his entire life Sesshomaru looked frazzled and sick to his stomach.
“Se-Sesshomaru?” the girl breathed and it left InuYasha and Miroku even more confused as the said Inu Youkai turned to leave.
“It’s okay Rin,” Sesshomaru whispered softly. “It’s okay now, I’m here.”
Rin? That girl was the Rin that both Sango and Kagome had spent almost every waking minute trying to locate? That broken little human girl was the cause of Sesshomaru’s uncharacteristic behavior for the last year and a half. How? When did the cold and stoic demon meet a girl like her? How had it been so hard to find one teenaged human girl?
“Oh my god!” Realization hit Miroku like a tidal wave as he stared wide-eyed at the open door where Sesshomaru had been.
“What?” InuYasha asked picking himself off the floor and dusting himself off.
“That girl,” Miroku gaped dumbly. “I- she was the listener that Sango contracted to dig up information on Naraku Takahara.”
“And how do you know that?”
“I remember meeting her briefly a year ago with Sango,” he said incredulously. “I think she went to school with Kohaku.”
“Well jeez quit being such a bitch about it Miroku,” InuYasha could stand a lot of things, but the man next to him had been complaining about losing his wallet for the last four hours and plainly he was getting sick of it. “It’s not like you had credit cards in there, you gave those to Sango earlier.”
The car rolled to a stop at a red light and Miroku grumbled loudly. “It’s the principle InuYasha, the principle!”
A dirty glare was thrown his way and Miroku’s whine grew louder, jerky hand movements catching the corner of his eyes and fed up, InuYasha swerved the car, his passenger’s head hitting the window with a thunk. It was hilarious and he laughed loudly at his friend’s expense, but it had the desired effect, Miroku rubbed his head sulking silently for a minute or two before changing the subject. When in doubt, use driving as a scare tactic, it was one of his best moves because it always worked.
“So why is Sesshomaru having us go back to the small project home?” Miroku asked rolling down the window. “I thought he had everything out already so that Sango and I could use it as a storage house. You know like it was originally before he ‘saved’ it from being demolished.”
InuYasha frowned, his amber eyes darting around the area as he drove down the endless road. “No idea. He says he left something underneath one of the floorboards, but what it was he refused to specify. I think he’s doing it to get a good laugh, the stupid fucker.”
Miroku merely shrugged, his eyes carelessly watching the buildings as they flew past. They could have been doing better things than going to search for an unknown object that probably wasn’t even there in the first place. It was a complete waste of time and he sighed heavily unbuckling his seatbelt. The clock on the stereo said twelve thirty and it meant that he’d missed out once again on a lovely night of hanging out and ‘watching’ movies with Sango and possibly more. A definite waste of his valued time.
InuYasha climbed out of his car with a deeper frown etched onto his face, the air was thick and knowing the type of neighborhood Sesshomaru had lived in it was too quiet. The telephone booth’s glass was broken, the phone hanging lifelessly by the metal cord and he would have immediately blamed it on gang members or street hoodlums if it weren’t for the smell of blood and the red dots sprinkling the sidewalk.
“Hey InuYasha,” Miroku sounded off. “Did Sesshomaru leave the front door unlocked by chance?”
“Yeah right,” he scoffed glancing at his friend as he crossed in front of his car. “That prima-donna is so anal about-”
Amber eyes narrowed and he felt his heart beat quicken in his chest, the front door was wide open expecting them like a bad omen and the rest of his thoughts crashed and burned. Hurrying his pace to a slow jog, InuYasha fetched his phone from his pocket tossing it back to Miroku and ordering him to call his half brother. Something wasn’t right and stepping closer the scent of blood grew stronger.
A police flash light would have been better than the two wimpy ones he and Miroku had in their hands, but he was thankful for any amount of light because he wasn’t sure of what was waiting for them from beyond the front door, but whatever it was it obviously wouldn’t be a pretty sight. Bright red blood lined the wall going up the stairs, a fair amount and he swallowed the lump in his throat. His senses were going crazy, the thick scent making him nauseous, his ears swiveling around his head straining to hear any sound that could save them from any possible dangers.
If he hadn’t been as nervous as he was, InuYasha would have sworn that he’d been sucked into a horror movie, but he tried not to let it get to him, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen a dead body before, yet somehow it all seemed different. Hand prints and smeared fingerprints danced across the white wall, a foul smell making his nose itch and ascending the final steps he found himself stuck in place as he stared directly through the open door spotting a limp body underneath the window.
“Oh shit,” he croaked. “It’s a girl. Tell Sesshomaru to get his ass down here now.”
Her feet lay outstretched in front of her, her arms palm up on both sides of her and long ebony hair falling over a lowered head. At first glance she looked merely like a homeless person, but the blood and tattered clothing told a different tale. Hearing Miroku’s silent intake of breath, his feet moved forward and he was immediately at her side, his clawed hands gently pushing back her head and staring into empty blue eyes.
“Is she - you know?” Miroku asked softly kneeling next to the hanyou.
“No, not yet at least,” he replied his eyebrows scrunching even further into a frown as his claws brushed against the metal ring wedged into a bleeding wound. She smelled faintly of wolf and something even more sinister. “I wonder what she did to deserve this. Fuck, this just wreaks!”
“Care to explain you’re not so inner monologue?” Miroku spotted the bulge in the girl’s pocket and carefully reached inside pulling out a bloody leather wallet. “Hey! This is my wallet!”
InuYasha snorted elbowing Miroku in the ribs, “you see this? This ring that looks like a large coin? Well it’s not your everyday average bullet, it’s a fucking Numbstin. See here, there’s two right next to each other. The bitch was shot in the back.”
“I’ve heard Sango talk about them once, but jeez this girl’s only a teenager by the looks of it.” it was looking worse by the moment as they studied the dying girl.
“Well Numbstins are supposed to be government issued only. You need a shit load of clearance before you can even touch them.” InuYasha explained checking the girl for a pulse and barely finding one. “A few years ago when Onigumo Takigawa disappeared from the Bureau of Military Defense these Numbstins found their way into the black market. They can’t be treated in hospitals and usually one is enough to practically kill an average person because of the chemicals used to make the bullets.”
“And how exactly do you know this?” His hanyou friend had managed to run circles around him and Miroku wondered exactly who the unfortunate girl had happened upon.
“When Kagome talks I listen,” InuYasha scoffed. “Besides, it’s my duty to know.”
Neither InuYasha nor Miroku expected the girl in front of them to move, nonetheless for her left hand to shoot out and grab a large amount of InuYasha’s long silver hair. The hanyou cried out in a loud shrill voice, his head being forced a few inches from the mystery girl’s face. He wasn’t sure if she was conscious, let alone strong enough to set him off balance, but she did. Her lips moved silently and he strained to hear her, his ears twitching and he held his breath as a quiet sob left her mouth.
“Why?” it was softer than a whisper but he managed to catch her broken and slurred words. “W-why di-did yo-you?”
“Why did I what?” He asked quickly, his amber eyes darting up to meet her blue orbs, he was on edge. Who was she?
The fingers holding his hair hostage trembled viciously like she was having seizures, staining silver with red. He could plainly see her tears as her eyebrows bunched up and those clouded eyes closed. “B-ba-betray m-me-?”
InuYasha opened his mouth to reply when he was flung backwards, his body sliding halfway across the wooden floor leaving him in a confused daze. His growl was cut short seeing Sesshomaru kneeling in front of the girl, his clawed hands hesitantly reaching out to the girl before gathering her gently into his arms as though she was cracked porcelain.
His Inu Youkai half brother’s long hair was pulled into a tight braid, his nice long-sleeved dress shirt rolled up past his elbows. Sesshomaru had undoubtedly been busy at the office like he’d been fort he past several months and for the first time in his entire life Sesshomaru looked frazzled and sick to his stomach.
“Se-Sesshomaru?” the girl breathed and it left InuYasha and Miroku even more confused as the said Inu Youkai turned to leave.
“It’s okay Rin,” Sesshomaru whispered softly. “It’s okay now, I’m here.”
Rin? That girl was the Rin that both Sango and Kagome had spent almost every waking minute trying to locate? That broken little human girl was the cause of Sesshomaru’s uncharacteristic behavior for the last year and a half. How? When did the cold and stoic demon meet a girl like her? How had it been so hard to find one teenaged human girl?
“Oh my god!” Realization hit Miroku like a tidal wave as he stared wide-eyed at the open door where Sesshomaru had been.
“What?” InuYasha asked picking himself off the floor and dusting himself off.
“That girl,” Miroku gaped dumbly. “I- she was the listener that Sango contracted to dig up information on Naraku Takahara.”
“And how do you know that?”
“I remember meeting her briefly a year ago with Sango,” he said incredulously. “I think she went to school with Kohaku.”
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If there was one thing for Sesshomaru to be thankful for it was that his half brother wasn’t as much of an idiot as he claimed him to be. He’d been at the office again, like he’d been since Rin’s initial disappearance, struggling to find any information on her whereabouts.
At first he’d done it to save face from everyone around him, he was supposed to be cold and uncaring; however, his need to have her by his side became like an obsession. Sure he had Sango and Kagome looking for her as well, but in the end it just wasn’t enough for his liking.
He searched everywhere yet came up with nothing; Sesshomaru for once had come up empty handed and he didn’t like the feeling of helplessness. For a while he believed she upped and left, but it never sat well with him and then as pieces started coming together he seemed to have hit a speed bump. Well that was until Kagura showed up. The two of them had history together, ancient history and they mutually decided to keep as far as possible from the other, lest Sesshomaru rip out the wind sorceress’ throat for trying to put one past him.
Sesshomaru wasn’t stupid not by a long shot and the moment he spotted the ruby-eyed demoness in his building he knew that something was up. It had only taken a few hours of research before he found what he was looking for and for a while he played dumb, watching Kagura, setting up illegal phone taps around her downtown luxury loft.
That was where he found out her dealings with Naraku and his underground trash. Sure he shouldn’t have been surprised, after all it was Naraku who was responsible for Kagura’s current existence. Youkai women who could not hold their own and relied on mangy half-breeds that reeked of evil deserved everything that came to them, especially Kagura.
And then she slipped, blowing her cover and Sesshomaru was both livid and relieved. With the new information Sesshomaru was forced to back track all the way to the beginning, looking at missing persons reports where he found a particular name. Kohaku Aso. He remembered Rin saying the name once or twice, a fellow classmate with a kind disposition and completely on a whim he searched the boy’s name and hit the jackpot.
Of course he didn’t show off the new cards he’d been dealt, that would be risking too much; although, after a little digging he finally found the smallest bit of information he’d been scouring for from the beginning. All he had to do was put two and two together and after a visit to Kohaku’s home, a brief interrogation with his already hired tracker, one Sango Aso and glancing at a few snap shots from photo albums, he’d found his Rin. Never in all his years alive had he expected her to be a listener, but then again, the way she lived had been a tiny clue.
Always changing her appearances, mannerisms, voice, everything - she’d done it on more than a few occasions and now he finally understood her obsession with the theatre and special effects and her quirk for knowing things a regular nineteen year old had no business knowing. Her haphazard way of saying “it’s my job to know” whenever he questioned her. How was it he never caught on beforehand? How had he missed something so ridiculously important? They were questions he knew he’d have answers to one way or another and then the responsible party would pay.
Staring down at Rin, he allowed himself to sit down on the edge of the relatively large bed. She looked so small and defenseless, so pale and ghostly and the urge to lock her away from the rest of the world was extremely tempting. He hadn’t been there to protect her and the night InuYasha and Miroku found her would forever be etched into his mind.
He recognized the Numbstin bullets from the disgusting smell alone, it was overwhelming and instead of taking her directly to the hospital like he should have he went to the “wolf’s den”. It was in a way another back alley hospital with a lack of a proper name; although, it was more or less an unknown clinic that the government pretended didn’t exist so it was perfect.
He didn’t have to explain himself as he walked passed the entrance, going directly to a redheaded, green-eyed wolf with a way with chemicals and medicines. Sango had used her before on a case a few years back and Ayame, that’s what her name was he believed, merely opened her doors and began working.
Another wolf showed up not long after Sesshomaru arrived, a surprised look on his face and Sesshomaru recognized the particular smell of wolf. The male’s scent was all over the cloth holding off Rin’s bleeding torn up arm. Somehow she’d already had a run in with the blue-eyed doctor named Koga.
The names of the chemical compounds found in Rin’s system fled his memory, but it was similar to her being doped up with speed and other uppers. It was one of the reasons she lasted so long - whoever had been holding her had been preparing Rin for something, but the Inu Youkai had yet to figure out exactly whom it was.
Ayame explained the chances of recovering being slim to none, Rin’s right arm completely useless after so much sustained damage, though he didn’t care, at least she was still alive. To him that was all that mattered and he’d even said as much as they rolled Rin to the recovery room more than twelve hours later.
That was almost three weeks ago and Sesshomaru let a heavy sigh leave his mouth as his claws gently touched Rin’s cheek. He still had a lot of work left to do now that Sango linked Rin to Kohaku’s disappearance and Kagura’s sudden 360-degree personality change.
The wind witch disgusted him and though he was suspicious of the conniving creature, he had his eyes on her. She would give him the answers he needed whether it was the hard way or the easy way and at the moment his instincts screamed for the hard way. Especially since some retribution was needed.
Off in his own world, Sesshomaru barely noticed Koga, the wolf who referred to InuYasha as dog-turd and had already broken out into two or three to the death brawls with said younger half brother, walked into the room, a chart held underneath his arm, blue eyes staring intently on the needle in his hands. The door softly clicked shut behind him and without missing a beat; the wolf youkai injected the long needle into Rin’s slowly dripping IV and empty the clear contents before pulling up a chair and going over the medical charts.
“I know you’re awake Rin,” Koga said softly. “Open your eyes.”
It took her a moment or two to comply and Sesshomaru silently watched as her electric blue eyes for the wolf youkai and he let a small smile slip onto his face. A smile meant only for Rin to see. Her tongue slipped out her mouth to moisten the chapped and dry lips and Sesshomaru was sure if she wasn’t doped up with painkillers she would have bolted, or at least tried to anyway.
“Am I dead?” She croaked in a hoarse whisper before clearing her throat and taking a sip of water from a small bottle Sesshomaru offered her. “Did he find me?”
“No,” Sesshomaru told her coldly eyeing the bedridden girl below him. “You’re not dead, and who is he Rin?”
She visibly tensed hearing his voice and it took her a few minutes staring confused into his stoic amber eyes for any deception, her breath coming out in heavy pants. He saw the distrust in her eyes for him and it was like a stab to the chest but he waited patiently for an answer.
For her it seemed like a lifetime since she’d been without him and despite everything she heard, everything she believed, and the hurt that dug deep into her skin all she wanted to do was hold Sesshomaru close. “You know…”
“Rin who?” It was Koga who asked and Sesshomaru barely bit back an irritated growl.
“I can’t feel my fingers,” she was changing the subject and Sesshomaru had the sudden urge to shaker her violently. “I can’t feel my toes… Why? My legs- my arms, I--”
“We had to give you some very powerful muscle relaxers,” Koga said coldly as he rose to his feet to stand over Rin so she could see him. “Next time I say that you need to get to a hospital I’m not doing it just to be funny. The feeling will come back once you’re muscles stop seizing up and even then it will be a while of physical therapy before you can move your shoulders. However you’re right arm is useless.”
She was nearly crying, the clear liquid clouding her vision and Sesshomaru wanted to hide her from the pain, he wanted to tell her everything would be okay and that the mangy wolf was lying, but he couldn’t because everything wasn’t okay.
“Useless?”
“Yes Rin, useless,” his voice had softened, but he merely flipped through the medical charts avoiding any contact. “The Numbstin did a number on your arm and honestly it didn’t have to be amputated, but you won’t have any feeling. You won’t be able to use it and if you’re lucky, and I mean extremely lucky, you might be able to lift things, but don’t count on holding anything.”
“Rin,” Sesshomaru didn’t want to hear it anymore than Rin did, but there was nothing that could be done. “Who did this to you? Who were you trying to get away?”
“Was he the reason behind the spider burn on your back?” Koga asked, his now hard eyes watched her.
Sesshomaru had seen the burn once of twice and it made his blood boil, he knew what it meant and it made his eyes bleed red. He knew the worthless creature who’d hurt his Rin, he had smelled him on her when he held her in his arms that night, and even gone so far as having it confirmed with Ayame’s previous patients, all of which were now deceased.
“My back,” she whispered defeated turning her face away from her two companions. “I always heard he had a thing for marking what he believed to be his property, but I didn’t… not until-”
“Naraku?” Sesshomaru spat the name and watched tears slip from Rin’s closed eyes as she nodded her head.
He was lost for words as he gently slipped his hands under her arms and pulled her to his chest, hiding her as she quietly sobbed. It brought a hard lump to his throat as he stroked her hair, it made him angrier than he’d ever been in his life listening to her and he wanted blood. There was only one other person he knew of who was alive who had that spider burn and hers was red, he’d seen the scar and he even scoffed telling the wind witch that she deserved; however Rin didn’t.
Koga left during the unusual display of emotion from Sesshomaru and the Inu Youkai silently thanked him. He wanted to be alone with Rin, and waiting until the tears subsided he held her as tightly as he could so she could feel the pressure and know that he was indeed as real as she needed him to be.
“Sesshomaru,” Rin sniffled against his throat. “Please, I’m-”
Pulling away from him, he cupped the back of her neck and interrupted her words with his mouth on hers. Ever so softly he kissed her, it was tender and loving, a kiss that he longed to give her for so long and one that made her sigh. He was relieved she was still alive and allowed her to feel it for herself as he coaxed her lips to part and stealing her breath away.
There were a lot of things he learned to leave alone over the years, unimportant and stupid things, like his brother for an example, but Rin, she was too important for him to leave be. Maybe it was because he was selfish, he’d grown up that way and he refused to think of it as a bad trait, yet she brought it out of him even more.
Sesshomaru refused to let Naraku get away with hurting Rin as he’d done, for keeping her away from him and Sesshomaru would make sure Naraku had a date with death himself when the Inu Youkai was through with him. There was no doubt in his mind that Naraku would die, it was a fact, not yet proven, but soon, and it would be as sweet as key lime pie.
“You need to get some rest,” he commanded against her lips as the kiss ended. “Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“You promise?” she still trembled as he laid her back against the pillows, her black hair falling over her shoulders and face like a midnight waterfall. Even if she looked worse for wear he thought she looked exotically beautiful.
“Sleep,” it was as good as any promise and he waited until her breathing evened out before rising to his feet flipping open his cell phone and dialing an all too familiar number.
“Hello?” A woman’s voice answered coldly.
“Sango,” He replied looking down casually at his clawed hand checking for dirt.
“Did she confirm it?” She was never a woman willing to wait and Sesshomaru smirked. “Was it him?”
“Yes,” he had to admit the angry female on the other line was getting his blood pumping, he wanted to kill and soon he would. “I want you to call up that tracer of yours, that fox child and have Naraku’s location in ten minutes. Also, call InuYasha to set up the explosives around the perimeter. Don’t call back until it’s ready.”
“I will,” she sounded calmer and he knew that she was sending a wire to the fox as they spoke. “How’s Rin?”
“She’ll live,” he said flatly. “I’ll explain the details later, but she should be unconscious for the next couple of hours. Be ready for the worst Sango.”
“I understand,” the line went dead and Sesshomaru spared one last glance at the sleeping girl on the bed before exiting the room and glaring daggers at the wolf waiting on the other side. It was time to go hunt a spider.
The End.
E/N: Well that was different! Maybe a little cliché, but not without my own little twists to it. If I had patience I probably would have made it its own little story, but I lacked a title and the need to draw it out would drive me absolutely bonkers. This I can say is THE longest short story I’ve done yet! 36 freaking pages! No wonder why it took me two weeks to write!
Well I have a few story plots I’ve written down, one or two doodles of this story and the next one I want to start working on. Hopefully that won’t take too long and then I’ll have more posted. Will try working on new chapters to “Getting to Know You” and “Into the Darkness” this weekend, but no promises. I’ve got Edge Fest on Saturday and I’m pretty stoked!
Thank you for all the reviews! I appreciate them, they are wicked awesome!
So until next time!
-Krystal-
At first he’d done it to save face from everyone around him, he was supposed to be cold and uncaring; however, his need to have her by his side became like an obsession. Sure he had Sango and Kagome looking for her as well, but in the end it just wasn’t enough for his liking.
He searched everywhere yet came up with nothing; Sesshomaru for once had come up empty handed and he didn’t like the feeling of helplessness. For a while he believed she upped and left, but it never sat well with him and then as pieces started coming together he seemed to have hit a speed bump. Well that was until Kagura showed up. The two of them had history together, ancient history and they mutually decided to keep as far as possible from the other, lest Sesshomaru rip out the wind sorceress’ throat for trying to put one past him.
Sesshomaru wasn’t stupid not by a long shot and the moment he spotted the ruby-eyed demoness in his building he knew that something was up. It had only taken a few hours of research before he found what he was looking for and for a while he played dumb, watching Kagura, setting up illegal phone taps around her downtown luxury loft.
That was where he found out her dealings with Naraku and his underground trash. Sure he shouldn’t have been surprised, after all it was Naraku who was responsible for Kagura’s current existence. Youkai women who could not hold their own and relied on mangy half-breeds that reeked of evil deserved everything that came to them, especially Kagura.
And then she slipped, blowing her cover and Sesshomaru was both livid and relieved. With the new information Sesshomaru was forced to back track all the way to the beginning, looking at missing persons reports where he found a particular name. Kohaku Aso. He remembered Rin saying the name once or twice, a fellow classmate with a kind disposition and completely on a whim he searched the boy’s name and hit the jackpot.
Of course he didn’t show off the new cards he’d been dealt, that would be risking too much; although, after a little digging he finally found the smallest bit of information he’d been scouring for from the beginning. All he had to do was put two and two together and after a visit to Kohaku’s home, a brief interrogation with his already hired tracker, one Sango Aso and glancing at a few snap shots from photo albums, he’d found his Rin. Never in all his years alive had he expected her to be a listener, but then again, the way she lived had been a tiny clue.
Always changing her appearances, mannerisms, voice, everything - she’d done it on more than a few occasions and now he finally understood her obsession with the theatre and special effects and her quirk for knowing things a regular nineteen year old had no business knowing. Her haphazard way of saying “it’s my job to know” whenever he questioned her. How was it he never caught on beforehand? How had he missed something so ridiculously important? They were questions he knew he’d have answers to one way or another and then the responsible party would pay.
Staring down at Rin, he allowed himself to sit down on the edge of the relatively large bed. She looked so small and defenseless, so pale and ghostly and the urge to lock her away from the rest of the world was extremely tempting. He hadn’t been there to protect her and the night InuYasha and Miroku found her would forever be etched into his mind.
He recognized the Numbstin bullets from the disgusting smell alone, it was overwhelming and instead of taking her directly to the hospital like he should have he went to the “wolf’s den”. It was in a way another back alley hospital with a lack of a proper name; although, it was more or less an unknown clinic that the government pretended didn’t exist so it was perfect.
He didn’t have to explain himself as he walked passed the entrance, going directly to a redheaded, green-eyed wolf with a way with chemicals and medicines. Sango had used her before on a case a few years back and Ayame, that’s what her name was he believed, merely opened her doors and began working.
Another wolf showed up not long after Sesshomaru arrived, a surprised look on his face and Sesshomaru recognized the particular smell of wolf. The male’s scent was all over the cloth holding off Rin’s bleeding torn up arm. Somehow she’d already had a run in with the blue-eyed doctor named Koga.
The names of the chemical compounds found in Rin’s system fled his memory, but it was similar to her being doped up with speed and other uppers. It was one of the reasons she lasted so long - whoever had been holding her had been preparing Rin for something, but the Inu Youkai had yet to figure out exactly whom it was.
Ayame explained the chances of recovering being slim to none, Rin’s right arm completely useless after so much sustained damage, though he didn’t care, at least she was still alive. To him that was all that mattered and he’d even said as much as they rolled Rin to the recovery room more than twelve hours later.
That was almost three weeks ago and Sesshomaru let a heavy sigh leave his mouth as his claws gently touched Rin’s cheek. He still had a lot of work left to do now that Sango linked Rin to Kohaku’s disappearance and Kagura’s sudden 360-degree personality change.
The wind witch disgusted him and though he was suspicious of the conniving creature, he had his eyes on her. She would give him the answers he needed whether it was the hard way or the easy way and at the moment his instincts screamed for the hard way. Especially since some retribution was needed.
Off in his own world, Sesshomaru barely noticed Koga, the wolf who referred to InuYasha as dog-turd and had already broken out into two or three to the death brawls with said younger half brother, walked into the room, a chart held underneath his arm, blue eyes staring intently on the needle in his hands. The door softly clicked shut behind him and without missing a beat; the wolf youkai injected the long needle into Rin’s slowly dripping IV and empty the clear contents before pulling up a chair and going over the medical charts.
“I know you’re awake Rin,” Koga said softly. “Open your eyes.”
It took her a moment or two to comply and Sesshomaru silently watched as her electric blue eyes for the wolf youkai and he let a small smile slip onto his face. A smile meant only for Rin to see. Her tongue slipped out her mouth to moisten the chapped and dry lips and Sesshomaru was sure if she wasn’t doped up with painkillers she would have bolted, or at least tried to anyway.
“Am I dead?” She croaked in a hoarse whisper before clearing her throat and taking a sip of water from a small bottle Sesshomaru offered her. “Did he find me?”
“No,” Sesshomaru told her coldly eyeing the bedridden girl below him. “You’re not dead, and who is he Rin?”
She visibly tensed hearing his voice and it took her a few minutes staring confused into his stoic amber eyes for any deception, her breath coming out in heavy pants. He saw the distrust in her eyes for him and it was like a stab to the chest but he waited patiently for an answer.
For her it seemed like a lifetime since she’d been without him and despite everything she heard, everything she believed, and the hurt that dug deep into her skin all she wanted to do was hold Sesshomaru close. “You know…”
“Rin who?” It was Koga who asked and Sesshomaru barely bit back an irritated growl.
“I can’t feel my fingers,” she was changing the subject and Sesshomaru had the sudden urge to shaker her violently. “I can’t feel my toes… Why? My legs- my arms, I--”
“We had to give you some very powerful muscle relaxers,” Koga said coldly as he rose to his feet to stand over Rin so she could see him. “Next time I say that you need to get to a hospital I’m not doing it just to be funny. The feeling will come back once you’re muscles stop seizing up and even then it will be a while of physical therapy before you can move your shoulders. However you’re right arm is useless.”
She was nearly crying, the clear liquid clouding her vision and Sesshomaru wanted to hide her from the pain, he wanted to tell her everything would be okay and that the mangy wolf was lying, but he couldn’t because everything wasn’t okay.
“Useless?”
“Yes Rin, useless,” his voice had softened, but he merely flipped through the medical charts avoiding any contact. “The Numbstin did a number on your arm and honestly it didn’t have to be amputated, but you won’t have any feeling. You won’t be able to use it and if you’re lucky, and I mean extremely lucky, you might be able to lift things, but don’t count on holding anything.”
“Rin,” Sesshomaru didn’t want to hear it anymore than Rin did, but there was nothing that could be done. “Who did this to you? Who were you trying to get away?”
“Was he the reason behind the spider burn on your back?” Koga asked, his now hard eyes watched her.
Sesshomaru had seen the burn once of twice and it made his blood boil, he knew what it meant and it made his eyes bleed red. He knew the worthless creature who’d hurt his Rin, he had smelled him on her when he held her in his arms that night, and even gone so far as having it confirmed with Ayame’s previous patients, all of which were now deceased.
“My back,” she whispered defeated turning her face away from her two companions. “I always heard he had a thing for marking what he believed to be his property, but I didn’t… not until-”
“Naraku?” Sesshomaru spat the name and watched tears slip from Rin’s closed eyes as she nodded her head.
He was lost for words as he gently slipped his hands under her arms and pulled her to his chest, hiding her as she quietly sobbed. It brought a hard lump to his throat as he stroked her hair, it made him angrier than he’d ever been in his life listening to her and he wanted blood. There was only one other person he knew of who was alive who had that spider burn and hers was red, he’d seen the scar and he even scoffed telling the wind witch that she deserved; however Rin didn’t.
Koga left during the unusual display of emotion from Sesshomaru and the Inu Youkai silently thanked him. He wanted to be alone with Rin, and waiting until the tears subsided he held her as tightly as he could so she could feel the pressure and know that he was indeed as real as she needed him to be.
“Sesshomaru,” Rin sniffled against his throat. “Please, I’m-”
Pulling away from him, he cupped the back of her neck and interrupted her words with his mouth on hers. Ever so softly he kissed her, it was tender and loving, a kiss that he longed to give her for so long and one that made her sigh. He was relieved she was still alive and allowed her to feel it for herself as he coaxed her lips to part and stealing her breath away.
There were a lot of things he learned to leave alone over the years, unimportant and stupid things, like his brother for an example, but Rin, she was too important for him to leave be. Maybe it was because he was selfish, he’d grown up that way and he refused to think of it as a bad trait, yet she brought it out of him even more.
Sesshomaru refused to let Naraku get away with hurting Rin as he’d done, for keeping her away from him and Sesshomaru would make sure Naraku had a date with death himself when the Inu Youkai was through with him. There was no doubt in his mind that Naraku would die, it was a fact, not yet proven, but soon, and it would be as sweet as key lime pie.
“You need to get some rest,” he commanded against her lips as the kiss ended. “Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“You promise?” she still trembled as he laid her back against the pillows, her black hair falling over her shoulders and face like a midnight waterfall. Even if she looked worse for wear he thought she looked exotically beautiful.
“Sleep,” it was as good as any promise and he waited until her breathing evened out before rising to his feet flipping open his cell phone and dialing an all too familiar number.
“Hello?” A woman’s voice answered coldly.
“Sango,” He replied looking down casually at his clawed hand checking for dirt.
“Did she confirm it?” She was never a woman willing to wait and Sesshomaru smirked. “Was it him?”
“Yes,” he had to admit the angry female on the other line was getting his blood pumping, he wanted to kill and soon he would. “I want you to call up that tracer of yours, that fox child and have Naraku’s location in ten minutes. Also, call InuYasha to set up the explosives around the perimeter. Don’t call back until it’s ready.”
“I will,” she sounded calmer and he knew that she was sending a wire to the fox as they spoke. “How’s Rin?”
“She’ll live,” he said flatly. “I’ll explain the details later, but she should be unconscious for the next couple of hours. Be ready for the worst Sango.”
“I understand,” the line went dead and Sesshomaru spared one last glance at the sleeping girl on the bed before exiting the room and glaring daggers at the wolf waiting on the other side. It was time to go hunt a spider.
The End.
E/N: Well that was different! Maybe a little cliché, but not without my own little twists to it. If I had patience I probably would have made it its own little story, but I lacked a title and the need to draw it out would drive me absolutely bonkers. This I can say is THE longest short story I’ve done yet! 36 freaking pages! No wonder why it took me two weeks to write!
Well I have a few story plots I’ve written down, one or two doodles of this story and the next one I want to start working on. Hopefully that won’t take too long and then I’ll have more posted. Will try working on new chapters to “Getting to Know You” and “Into the Darkness” this weekend, but no promises. I’ve got Edge Fest on Saturday and I’m pretty stoked!
Thank you for all the reviews! I appreciate them, they are wicked awesome!
So until next time!
-Krystal-