InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A First Time For Everything ❯ Better Safe Than Sorry ( Chapter 11 )
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By: MIztikal_Dragon 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.11.2010 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.5K | Visits: 398 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.11.2010 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.5K | Visits: 398 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I sadly don't own anything. Not even my sanity.
WARNINGS: Bad Language, Adult situations, my horrible version of comedy, OOC-ness, and maybe a crazy pairing? YOU DECIDE! lol
A First Time For Everything
Better Sorry Than Safe --Halestorm
By Miztikal-Dragon
I can’t even think of one good reason
Why I’m always thinking about leaving
It’s not like everything’s so horrible.
This was so frustrating, the late nights, endless cups of coffee and nothing to show for it but hundreds of crumpled pieces of paper, two broken pencils and a pair of raccoon eyes. Her time was slowly running out from between her fingertips and still she had nothing to run with. Why was it that heartbreak was so much more painful to write about while experiencing it than when merely thinking of the possibility? Aching fingers ran through long strands of onyx hair and a heavy sigh drooped her shoulders lower than ever, she couldn’t do it.
Never before had it been such a chore to do something she loved so much, but now it was a different story and she cursed under her breath as she added to her still steadily growing pile of discarded paper. Love was the easiest, it came to her like breathing and yet now all she could think about was how much she hated how easy it was. She didn’t want love, not now when she hated it so much for the mess it always got her in and the urge for a stiff drink or two was almost too tempting to ignore.
Drinking was tempting, but she would find no answers at the bottom of a bottle, at least not the answers that she wanted. Another heavy sigh erupted from her lips and instead of trying to force herself to think, she shoved herself away from the large desk and away from the maddening mission she could not complete in her state. She needed to get out and get some air, needed space to breathe and grabbing the denim jacket from the chair by her door she fled from her cramped studio apartment.
The air was cold on her exposed skin and it stole away the warmth that had been locked inside her. The winter months were the worst in her eyes, as if the snow and the rain trapped her inspiration in an impenetrable fortress of ice until the spring and summer sun melted it away. She was at a loss for words, for self-expression and this time she didn’t only curse herself, but her tormenter.
How many months had it been since she had come up with something remotely useable? Something that felt like a work of art from her soul that carried her message perfectly clear? How many months had it been since the feel of failure latched onto her back like some stubborn monkey and refused to release its hold? Well however long it was, it was too long and her long fingers dug angrily into her pocket in search of the pack of cigarettes she’d been working on since the day before.
She reminded herself as she brought the smooth filter to her lips and lit the end with her favorite lighter that it wasn’t heartbreak that she was trying to write down. It wasn’t heartbreak because that meant that there had been a heart to break other than her own and when she thought about it, her heart wasn’t aching, it didn’t even smart. Her relationship had started with a blur of teenaged emotions, burning fire and passion that she should have known better to believe wouldn’t be smothered and now there weren’t even the ashes to remind her of a reason to stay.
Kohaku, the same sounded pretty on her lips and it was a name she had known for the better part of her life. After all the running joke was that there wasn’t such a thing of Rin without Kohaku, almost like Adam and Eve, minus the religion of course. In the beginning everything had been filled with sunshine and roses, no clouds in sight and she had hoped, like the naïve child she had been that it would never end; however the clouds had snuck up on her and encased her world in night.
We’ve been together for a few years now
And you know all my ins and outs
But everything’s way too comfortable
From the moment I wake I plan my escape
Had she grown too comfortable with the love she had felt for Kohaku? And if so then love wasn’t what she had felt with the older boy and yet that thought didn’t bother her as much as it should have. Sure Kohaku had given her everything she could have wanted and some she thought wasn’t tangible, but with her realization and change of heart he had taken it all away. He could be so childish sometimes, so infuriating that she wanted to rip the hair out of his head, but that was the pot calling the kettle black and when the rage faded she let him take it.
She didn’t love him, not when he was trying to hold her back in the end, trying to keep her hidden and she would not waste her talent nor the chance to fly to appease him. Inhaling the thick smoke into her lungs, she welcomed the nicotine into her, waiting for it to calm the nerves that were becoming jittery from the unneeded stress. The smoke plumed out in front of her face as she tried focusing on the present when her mind kept dragging her back to the past, she didn’t want to see it, not now when she had other things to think about.
Her life sounded like one big soap opera or some horribly written fan fiction on the internet that she read when inspiration had bled her dry. Life wasn’t about building a band with the boy you cared for, wasn’t about the music and the lyrics or the guitars and drum sets, it was supposed to be about things that really happened and she laughed at herself for wishing for something different. It sounded so stupid, so cliché and yet here she was caught up completely in the middle of some sad excuse for a movie, for some sappy story that played like a broken record and yet it couldn’t be helped, not when it was the truth.
She and Kohaku had built a band together, a work in progress one albeit, but together they sounded harmonious. Of course it went without saying that it was Kohaku that made it all possible because she couldn’t even organize her utensil drawer properly and when it had fallen apart, she was the only thing discarded. It was true that vocalists were easy to come by, anyone could sing a song, even a shitty song and it hurt when she had been axed out.
That only resolved her to be better than Kohaku and honestly he could have his harmonious sound, she wanted something that hard more heart than that, something that screamed Rin. She wanted something real. It goes without saying that the process of finding new band mates was worse than puling teeth. She had to listen to hours, days, weeks of horrible playing, cocky males--and females and decide which ones were the sound she was looking for.
She had been close to giving up, barely kept back tears waging war inside her and telling her that this was the end of her. Then, like some foreshadowing beacon of white light and it made her smile. The boy wasn’t perfect, he was far from it, yet he was a sound she could work with. It was only a coincidental plus that she had known him personally and that while her tour in high school he had spent countless hours learning and trying to play with her and Kohaku.
Maybe picking him was a little side dish of revenge against Kohaku, she already knew it was and yet it only strengthened her resolve. The vibrant red hair was something she thought was cute and his green eyes sparkled like curious emeralds and even she had to admit that Shippo could take her breath away. Whether or not it was sexual she hadn’t decided yet; however, Shippo could grow up to be a heartbreaker and she wanted to come along for the ride.
I’m not scared
‘Cause I know there’s something out
there waiting for me
And I swear that I’ll find it someday, just
wait and see
Rin wasn’t always too sure what was going on now only that practice was harder than it had ever been before and that her inspiration had fled from her. She tried everything besides seeing Kohaku to try and rekindle the flame and that wasn’t something she wasn’t allowing to happen. She didn’t have time for his angry words, vicious character stabs or his judging eyes. Kohaku was becoming everything she hated about love. Together everything had been routine and predictable and she was tired of the same old thing. Rin wanted excitement and adventure, something that had disappeared with the said boy and now she was on a quest to find it again.
Was it the reasoning behind why she was currently ‘seeing’ Shippo? She had no idea, but the younger boy gave her something to look forward to. They both knew it wasn’t love, or anything serious--they agreed that it was purely friendship but there was still something missing. Now she wasn’t saying that the nineteen year old wasn’t good, because he was, and her mind shut down when his fingers touched her or when his copied cocky smirk watched her and she guessed for now that it was good enough.
With one last drag of her cigarette, she flicked the filter to the ground and stomped on it, her eyebrows drawing together in a frown. There had to be a way to get herself out of the writer’s block and into streaming lyrics and sound. Gathering her scattered thoughts, Rin forced herself to simply stop and stop worrying, she needed to relax. She stretched her arms over her head trying to relax the tired muscles and she rolled her neck trying to wash out the thoughts, trying to empty her brain of anything negative.
Rin decided there that what she needed wasn’t anything that could be bought or made, what she needed was those nimble fingers, and those puffy lips that teased her and the idea of it made her blood race and her heart speed up. She dug into her pockets for loose change and pulled it out as she neared a close by payphone. A starving artist who could barely put food in her fridge didn’t have the money for a cellular phone and though it sucked, she managed without many luxuries.
Slipping a few coins into the pay phone, Rin dialed the number, listening impatiently as the ringing echoed in her ears. What would she do if no one answered? Well she wasn’t quite there yet and she bounced from one leg to the other until the light voice jingled in her ear and she smiled.
“Joe’s Morgue, you stab we slab,” his tone was serious and she laughed. “You kill, we chill.”
“Hey Shippo what are your plans for tonight?” She didn’t want to chew on her lower lip but she couldn’t break herself of the habit.
“Am I coming over to your place with take out and a movie?” Shippo’s voice went a few octaves lower, almost husky and breathless and she felt the chills run up her spine in anticipation. He was a mind reader.
“How fast can you get here?” Rin switched the receiver from one ear to the other, her eyebrow raising curiously even though she knew he couldn’t see it.
“Ten minutes if I speed,” he replied eagerly. “I’ve already got the food.”
Another laugh escaped her lips and she swore she could hear him swallowing through the phone. “See you when you get here.”
It was a total of twenty minutes before Shippo showed up and Rin couldn’t help but laugh at his disheveled appearance. He held a grocery bag filled with Chinese food in one hand and the strap of the backpack slung over his shoulder in the other and she bit down on her lower lip as he heeled the door closed, Shippo’s green eyes watching her like a stalking lion. His backpack was tossed to the floor, the food set down on the coffee table and when his hands were free he pounced.
Her gasp was loud as his mouth and hands trailed her body, the long slender fingers slipping underneath her shirt and teasing her. Her body ached with carnal need, almost painfully. Shippo was good at making her forget as he unbuttoned her pants, his length pressed firmly against her as he guided her to the futon off to the corner. She felt defenseless and yet beautiful as he worshiped her, those dangerous fingers slipped underneath the cotton of her panties and dipping into her heat. He was all fire, no ice and had a desperate way of taking her and she felt so many emotions at once as he gasped for breath in her ear, gibberish falling from his lips as she arched into his chest.
If someone told her six months ago that she would be inviting Shippo into her home for sex and food she would have laughed in their face and called them a liar, but now, well, now he was apart of the healing process and god was it good!
I don't care that you call me crazy
I can't stay 'cause I need room to breathe
There's nothing left to say, better sorry than safe
She had to admit, being around Shippo was so easy that it scared her sometimes. He could laugh at anything and he never tired being anything besides himself. There was no sugar-coating things, no treading on thin ice, he didn’t like to hurt her feelings and didn’t when he could, but he called “Shenanigans” when it needed to be called and she liked that about him. Grant it, what she felt for him was nothing like she had felt with Kohaku, it wasn’t love, and lust, well that didn’t happen enough to call it that just yet, but if she had to put a label on it, then she would have to say ‘friend’s with benefits’.
He was the friend that she could sleep with and still be friends with in the morning and right now that’s what she desperately needed. They ate when hunger was unavoidable, watched the movie he brought over and laughed. She never quite got his quirk for comedies, but he always brought over what she was craving and if zombies were what she was craving, she’d leave it to him to deliver them.
She was determined to spend her weekend naked and so far everything was going as planned. When the urge to write hit her, she would grab the pen and paper and Shippo would get the guitars and sit next to her waiting for his cue and together they pieced together words and gibberish until it was perfect. Rin was reinventing herself, becoming a butterfly and she wanted it to be good because the new her would be something she wanted to be. It was one-hundred percent her feelings, nothing bottled in. One song became two, and two led to four and before the night was over she was surprised with how comfortable she became.
Shippo was napping on the couch, his long arms outstretch on the arm and back, his head bent back and he was snoring softly. It was a cute sight, one that she would have liked to catch on camera if it hadn’t been hindered by him being completely undressed. The guitar she held covered her nudity and smiling to herself she set it to the side, silently crawling to where Shippo was sleeping unsuspectingly.
Her eager hands traveled slowly from his calves to his thighs, jerking him into consciousness and he swore under his breath only to gasp as she touched him, her chest sliding over him as she stole a kiss from his slightly parted slips. He made her feel powerful, in control when she felt everything but and he groaned as she settled herself onto his lap. His fingertips were calloused as they traveled down her heated flesh, his need filling her and pushing her to where she wanted to be.
He moaned into her mouth as they rocked, his hands guiding her and her nails dug into shoulders as she offered him more. She was drowning in the ecstasy, feeding on it like it was air and as his eager kisses trailed down the column of her neck she bit on her lip hard enough to bleed as pleasure shot through her.
“RIN!” The sudden pounding on her door zapped away the high-feeling coursing through her veins and she hissed at the intruder. Of all the times!
“Let him bang,” Shippo whispered against her skin, his tongue sweeping out over her nipple. “He’ll eventually go away. You’re busy.”
“Sh-Shippo,” she tried to pull away and his hands held tight, his body thrusting into her and she gasped loudly as her mind went blank.
“I KNOW YOU’RE THERE!” It was like nails on a chalk board and she was getting tired of it real fast. “ANSWER ME RIN!”
Shippo bit the nipple he’d been teasing and Rin growled loud enough to be heard by both men. This was not how she wanted to spend her weekend, but if the boy on the other side of the door did not want to get the picture, well then she was just going to have to draw it out for him. She didn’t want to hurt him more than she already had, but sometimes it took many blows to get the point across and she wasn’t going to soften it right now.
“Move from this spot and I’ll throw you out,” Rin hissed under her breath as she pulled away from Shippo.
The desire she had felt was now completely gone, but god damn it she was going to finish what she started! She didn’t waste her time finding a robe or something to cover up with, if he was so insistent she come to the door, then she would and it was only her anger that kept her this stubborn.
“What the fuck you do want I’m busy!” She swung open the door surprising the boy on the other end, his brown eyes widening in horror and embarrassment at Rin’s lack of dress. “What Kohaku? What is so important that you had to bang and scream on my door?”
“Y-You’re naked,” he stuttered, his cheeks flushing red as he tried in vain to hide her nudity from people outside her studio. “Are you crazy?
“I’m a lot of things,” she told him brushing his hands away from her. “What do you want?”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his arms hanging uselessly at his side. “I want to talk to you… I miss you, whatever is wrong we can work it out.”
“I don’t want to talk anymore Kohaku,” she told him crossing her arms over her chest stubbornly. “There is nothing to talk about, there is nothing to work out. I’m done, end of story. Now go I’m busy.”
“Busy?” He glared at her now, his hands clenched into fists and it must have dawned on him why exactly she was ‘busy. “With who?”
Rin tried keeping him from peering into her place, but his hand pushed her to the side and Shippo sheepishly grinned and waved to the trembling Kohaku. “Sh-Shippo? You’re sleeping with Shippo?”
“That is none of your business!” Rin growled grabbing the collar of Kohaku’s shirt and forcing him out of her studio. The boy stumbled and fell against the wall behind him, his judging brown eyes hating her and she wanted to throw things at him for being so stupid. “Go away.”
“Y-You whore!” Kohaku spat getting to his feet, straightening his clothing out and stomping away from her like a pouting child.
“Sticks and stones!” She screamed at his back before slamming her door shut and stomping herself onto the couch and plopping down, her arms crossed angrily yet again over her chest.
It wasn’t true, the sticks and stones, because his words cut her deeper than she thought they could and she fought back the tears trying to fall. She wouldn’t cry over this, not over him because it just wasn’t fair! She didn’t notice Shippo had gotten off the couch until the sound of her deadbolt being turned caught her attention. This totally sucked and now she wasn’t in a mood to do anything besides sulk.
“Come on,” Shippo pulled Rin to her feet, a small smile on his face. “Let’s get you into a nice hot shower and then some leftovers in your stomach. I think you need pillow talk.”
“Thank you,” she whispered giving up on the fight against not crying, it was a waste of effort. “Thank you Shippo.”
Sometimes I wish you cheated on me
Then leavin' here would be so easy
It's time to take a chance and give you up
In the morning I'll wake and make my escape
There was no fooling around after that and the both of them knew as much. Instead, Rin threw herself into the band and making it better. She would show Kohaku that he had no idea he what he was talking about, that she was who she wanted and nobody else. She wasn’t a whore, she wasn’t some slut, she was Rin and a young, responsible adult who made her own decisions.
She practiced and tweaked her lyrics with a new found vengeance and in the next couple weeks she hardly slept. She had a lot that needed to be done and little time to do it in and if she didn’t get everything right then she feared she’d never accomplish what she wanted. Her and Shippo had fallen back into the ‘just friends’ category and he seemed perfectly fine with it. In fact, he had begun dating some girl from his college and it made Rin feeling warm and tingling in her stomach that he was growing up, even if only a little.
The weeks were closing in on Rin, shutting out any free time she had and when it was over she would be able to completely relax and she promised herself that vegging out would be on the menu. The flyer’s had been a little on the pricey side and she had worked extra shifts at both jobs to cover the difference. The club had been reserved and when the day came she couldn’t help but feel too nervous to do anything shake.
“We’ll be fine,” Shippo told her as he helped another band mate move the amplifier onto the stage, shooing her off towards the bar. “Go grab a beer and relax. We’re ready for this.”
Taking his advise, Rin headed towards the bar, her long hair fluttering behind her as she pulled out a stool and plopped down, flagging down the cute bartender for a whiskey sour and a beer. While she tried relaxing, Rin glanced around the club, finding it a little too sophisticated for a normal ‘bump and grind’ kind of place, but it was nice for a good show. She watched as Shippo and the two other’s unloaded the van and set up the small stage, a wistful smile playing on her lips as she took a sip of her beer.
“What brings you here?” A soft baritone voice asked off to her side and she lazily turned her head.
“I’m with the band,” she replied taking the man next to her, his long hair plated back into a tight braid, small wisps of silver framing his face. “You?”
“I work here.” Tall, mysterious and cute took a drink of the drink in his hand and setting it back down on the counter.
“Isn’t drinking on the job bad for your career?” She asked innocently trying to keep herself from getting caught in the man’s intense gaze.
“Aren’t you a little too old to be a groupie?” He retorted nonchalantly, his lips quirking into a smug grin as she choked on her drink.
“Ugh!” She wiped some of it off her shirt and glared at the man next to her. Well he wasn’t so cute anymore. “It’s a shame you know, that you’re cute until you open your mouth. For such a beautiful face, you have an ugly personality.”
I'm not scared
'Cause I know there's something out there waiting for me
And I swear that I'll find it someday, just wait and see
His laugh was refreshing and cold at the same time and it had butterflies flapping in her stomach. She couldn’t get a break could she? She so was going to kill Shippo for his advice on relaxing because her current company was ruining it all. Groupie? Ha! How rude! She’d show him who was a groupie!
“What are you doing after the show?” She was angry, yet his voice was sexy and not annoying and that made her angrier.
“Not you!” It was a comeback and sucked, royally, however, his musical laughter was back and she quickly finished her beer and paid the bartender. The club was beginning to fill up and Shippo was waving her down from up on the stage. The show must go on after all!
“Be careful with what you promise Rin,” oh yeah he definitely oozed sexy and it through off her pout as she was spun around, a pair of lips catching hers in a heated and demanding kiss.
It was like he had thrown gasoline on her while she held a match, instant flames. Her hands grabbed him, pulling his collared shirt as he parted her lips and devoured her, a few hoots and catcalls being thrown at her. He left her breathless and patted her ass as he pulled away, his calculating smirk catching her off guard. Oh this was soooo not fair!
I don't care that you call me crazy
I can't stay 'cause I need room to breathe
There's nothing left to say, better sorry than safe
Rin stomped her way back to the stage, taking Shippo’s hand as he pulled her onto the stage and angrily she grabbed her guitar and cued her band mates to start. The song set up made her grin evilly and she sought out those amber eyes that had insulted her and kissed her silly. She hadn’t decided whether or not she wanted to play with him, but she’d let her music decide for her. A part of her wanted it, he felt so good against her, almost perfect but the other part said no, and that was her stubbornness. If she decided yes, then she would make him beg for more, she would be in control and with the screaming of the guitars she laughed. Perfect.
“…Get on your knees and let the games begin…” She was confident and eager and she let it ring with her words.
I'm not scared
'Cause I know there's something out there waiting for me
And I swear that I'll find it someday, just wait and see
Rin couldn’t believe how everything came together for a wicked first gig. Shippo had laughed at her when she couldn’t contain the happy dance begged to come out after the club closed down. She hugged every band member as they loaded up their gear into the van and she promised them all dinner when they were paid.
“That was so awesome!” Shippo yelled as he stretched, his shirt riding up and exposing his stomach.
“Yeah, it was.” Souta, that was what the drummer’s name was, Rin had begun to remember their names, if only barely. “I hope we get to play here again, the crowd was cool.”
“Well,” Shippo laughed rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “With the way Rin was making out with Sesshomaru, the owner I think we’ll be playing here exclusively.”
“What?!” Rin squawked shrilly. “I was not--”
“Shoo children,” a familiar voice barked close to Rin’s ear and she jumped as a pair of arms trapped her between them and the desk she had been leaning again. “The adults need to have a talk.”
If her life had been come cartoon then Shippo, Souta, and um--well the third guy would have fit in perfectly with how quickly they fled the small office. She gaped at the display like a drowning fish, her mouth opening and closing like some idiot. She wanted to be outraged, wanted to kick and scream--to break something at being abandoned that she ignored the man staring down at her hungrily.
“Rin,” he said and her eyes immediately found his and she was caught. “Kiss me.”
She couldn’t stop herself from appeasing him, her lips touching his and being swept away as he turned the tide against her. Hell, if this was talking then she didn‘t mind talking for the rest of the night.
I don't care that you call me crazy
I can't stay 'cause I need room to breathe
There's nothing left to say, better sorry than safe
Oh yeah, there's nothing left to say
-The beginning-
E/N: This was a little test on characters that I wanted to see if I could do.. SUCCESS! lol Don't know when the next one will be up. I know I've got a few other incomplete shorts I'm sure I could finish up, so maybe in the next few days you'll all get lucky! PLEASE REVIEW.
WARNINGS: Bad Language, Adult situations, my horrible version of comedy, OOC-ness, and maybe a crazy pairing? YOU DECIDE! lol
A First Time For Everything
Better Sorry Than Safe --Halestorm
By Miztikal-Dragon
I can’t even think of one good reason
Why I’m always thinking about leaving
It’s not like everything’s so horrible.
This was so frustrating, the late nights, endless cups of coffee and nothing to show for it but hundreds of crumpled pieces of paper, two broken pencils and a pair of raccoon eyes. Her time was slowly running out from between her fingertips and still she had nothing to run with. Why was it that heartbreak was so much more painful to write about while experiencing it than when merely thinking of the possibility? Aching fingers ran through long strands of onyx hair and a heavy sigh drooped her shoulders lower than ever, she couldn’t do it.
Never before had it been such a chore to do something she loved so much, but now it was a different story and she cursed under her breath as she added to her still steadily growing pile of discarded paper. Love was the easiest, it came to her like breathing and yet now all she could think about was how much she hated how easy it was. She didn’t want love, not now when she hated it so much for the mess it always got her in and the urge for a stiff drink or two was almost too tempting to ignore.
Drinking was tempting, but she would find no answers at the bottom of a bottle, at least not the answers that she wanted. Another heavy sigh erupted from her lips and instead of trying to force herself to think, she shoved herself away from the large desk and away from the maddening mission she could not complete in her state. She needed to get out and get some air, needed space to breathe and grabbing the denim jacket from the chair by her door she fled from her cramped studio apartment.
The air was cold on her exposed skin and it stole away the warmth that had been locked inside her. The winter months were the worst in her eyes, as if the snow and the rain trapped her inspiration in an impenetrable fortress of ice until the spring and summer sun melted it away. She was at a loss for words, for self-expression and this time she didn’t only curse herself, but her tormenter.
How many months had it been since she had come up with something remotely useable? Something that felt like a work of art from her soul that carried her message perfectly clear? How many months had it been since the feel of failure latched onto her back like some stubborn monkey and refused to release its hold? Well however long it was, it was too long and her long fingers dug angrily into her pocket in search of the pack of cigarettes she’d been working on since the day before.
She reminded herself as she brought the smooth filter to her lips and lit the end with her favorite lighter that it wasn’t heartbreak that she was trying to write down. It wasn’t heartbreak because that meant that there had been a heart to break other than her own and when she thought about it, her heart wasn’t aching, it didn’t even smart. Her relationship had started with a blur of teenaged emotions, burning fire and passion that she should have known better to believe wouldn’t be smothered and now there weren’t even the ashes to remind her of a reason to stay.
Kohaku, the same sounded pretty on her lips and it was a name she had known for the better part of her life. After all the running joke was that there wasn’t such a thing of Rin without Kohaku, almost like Adam and Eve, minus the religion of course. In the beginning everything had been filled with sunshine and roses, no clouds in sight and she had hoped, like the naïve child she had been that it would never end; however the clouds had snuck up on her and encased her world in night.
We’ve been together for a few years now
And you know all my ins and outs
But everything’s way too comfortable
From the moment I wake I plan my escape
Had she grown too comfortable with the love she had felt for Kohaku? And if so then love wasn’t what she had felt with the older boy and yet that thought didn’t bother her as much as it should have. Sure Kohaku had given her everything she could have wanted and some she thought wasn’t tangible, but with her realization and change of heart he had taken it all away. He could be so childish sometimes, so infuriating that she wanted to rip the hair out of his head, but that was the pot calling the kettle black and when the rage faded she let him take it.
She didn’t love him, not when he was trying to hold her back in the end, trying to keep her hidden and she would not waste her talent nor the chance to fly to appease him. Inhaling the thick smoke into her lungs, she welcomed the nicotine into her, waiting for it to calm the nerves that were becoming jittery from the unneeded stress. The smoke plumed out in front of her face as she tried focusing on the present when her mind kept dragging her back to the past, she didn’t want to see it, not now when she had other things to think about.
Her life sounded like one big soap opera or some horribly written fan fiction on the internet that she read when inspiration had bled her dry. Life wasn’t about building a band with the boy you cared for, wasn’t about the music and the lyrics or the guitars and drum sets, it was supposed to be about things that really happened and she laughed at herself for wishing for something different. It sounded so stupid, so cliché and yet here she was caught up completely in the middle of some sad excuse for a movie, for some sappy story that played like a broken record and yet it couldn’t be helped, not when it was the truth.
She and Kohaku had built a band together, a work in progress one albeit, but together they sounded harmonious. Of course it went without saying that it was Kohaku that made it all possible because she couldn’t even organize her utensil drawer properly and when it had fallen apart, she was the only thing discarded. It was true that vocalists were easy to come by, anyone could sing a song, even a shitty song and it hurt when she had been axed out.
That only resolved her to be better than Kohaku and honestly he could have his harmonious sound, she wanted something that hard more heart than that, something that screamed Rin. She wanted something real. It goes without saying that the process of finding new band mates was worse than puling teeth. She had to listen to hours, days, weeks of horrible playing, cocky males--and females and decide which ones were the sound she was looking for.
She had been close to giving up, barely kept back tears waging war inside her and telling her that this was the end of her. Then, like some foreshadowing beacon of white light and it made her smile. The boy wasn’t perfect, he was far from it, yet he was a sound she could work with. It was only a coincidental plus that she had known him personally and that while her tour in high school he had spent countless hours learning and trying to play with her and Kohaku.
Maybe picking him was a little side dish of revenge against Kohaku, she already knew it was and yet it only strengthened her resolve. The vibrant red hair was something she thought was cute and his green eyes sparkled like curious emeralds and even she had to admit that Shippo could take her breath away. Whether or not it was sexual she hadn’t decided yet; however, Shippo could grow up to be a heartbreaker and she wanted to come along for the ride.
I’m not scared
‘Cause I know there’s something out
there waiting for me
And I swear that I’ll find it someday, just
wait and see
Rin wasn’t always too sure what was going on now only that practice was harder than it had ever been before and that her inspiration had fled from her. She tried everything besides seeing Kohaku to try and rekindle the flame and that wasn’t something she wasn’t allowing to happen. She didn’t have time for his angry words, vicious character stabs or his judging eyes. Kohaku was becoming everything she hated about love. Together everything had been routine and predictable and she was tired of the same old thing. Rin wanted excitement and adventure, something that had disappeared with the said boy and now she was on a quest to find it again.
Was it the reasoning behind why she was currently ‘seeing’ Shippo? She had no idea, but the younger boy gave her something to look forward to. They both knew it wasn’t love, or anything serious--they agreed that it was purely friendship but there was still something missing. Now she wasn’t saying that the nineteen year old wasn’t good, because he was, and her mind shut down when his fingers touched her or when his copied cocky smirk watched her and she guessed for now that it was good enough.
With one last drag of her cigarette, she flicked the filter to the ground and stomped on it, her eyebrows drawing together in a frown. There had to be a way to get herself out of the writer’s block and into streaming lyrics and sound. Gathering her scattered thoughts, Rin forced herself to simply stop and stop worrying, she needed to relax. She stretched her arms over her head trying to relax the tired muscles and she rolled her neck trying to wash out the thoughts, trying to empty her brain of anything negative.
Rin decided there that what she needed wasn’t anything that could be bought or made, what she needed was those nimble fingers, and those puffy lips that teased her and the idea of it made her blood race and her heart speed up. She dug into her pockets for loose change and pulled it out as she neared a close by payphone. A starving artist who could barely put food in her fridge didn’t have the money for a cellular phone and though it sucked, she managed without many luxuries.
Slipping a few coins into the pay phone, Rin dialed the number, listening impatiently as the ringing echoed in her ears. What would she do if no one answered? Well she wasn’t quite there yet and she bounced from one leg to the other until the light voice jingled in her ear and she smiled.
“Joe’s Morgue, you stab we slab,” his tone was serious and she laughed. “You kill, we chill.”
“Hey Shippo what are your plans for tonight?” She didn’t want to chew on her lower lip but she couldn’t break herself of the habit.
“Am I coming over to your place with take out and a movie?” Shippo’s voice went a few octaves lower, almost husky and breathless and she felt the chills run up her spine in anticipation. He was a mind reader.
“How fast can you get here?” Rin switched the receiver from one ear to the other, her eyebrow raising curiously even though she knew he couldn’t see it.
“Ten minutes if I speed,” he replied eagerly. “I’ve already got the food.”
Another laugh escaped her lips and she swore she could hear him swallowing through the phone. “See you when you get here.”
It was a total of twenty minutes before Shippo showed up and Rin couldn’t help but laugh at his disheveled appearance. He held a grocery bag filled with Chinese food in one hand and the strap of the backpack slung over his shoulder in the other and she bit down on her lower lip as he heeled the door closed, Shippo’s green eyes watching her like a stalking lion. His backpack was tossed to the floor, the food set down on the coffee table and when his hands were free he pounced.
Her gasp was loud as his mouth and hands trailed her body, the long slender fingers slipping underneath her shirt and teasing her. Her body ached with carnal need, almost painfully. Shippo was good at making her forget as he unbuttoned her pants, his length pressed firmly against her as he guided her to the futon off to the corner. She felt defenseless and yet beautiful as he worshiped her, those dangerous fingers slipped underneath the cotton of her panties and dipping into her heat. He was all fire, no ice and had a desperate way of taking her and she felt so many emotions at once as he gasped for breath in her ear, gibberish falling from his lips as she arched into his chest.
If someone told her six months ago that she would be inviting Shippo into her home for sex and food she would have laughed in their face and called them a liar, but now, well, now he was apart of the healing process and god was it good!
I don't care that you call me crazy
I can't stay 'cause I need room to breathe
There's nothing left to say, better sorry than safe
She had to admit, being around Shippo was so easy that it scared her sometimes. He could laugh at anything and he never tired being anything besides himself. There was no sugar-coating things, no treading on thin ice, he didn’t like to hurt her feelings and didn’t when he could, but he called “Shenanigans” when it needed to be called and she liked that about him. Grant it, what she felt for him was nothing like she had felt with Kohaku, it wasn’t love, and lust, well that didn’t happen enough to call it that just yet, but if she had to put a label on it, then she would have to say ‘friend’s with benefits’.
He was the friend that she could sleep with and still be friends with in the morning and right now that’s what she desperately needed. They ate when hunger was unavoidable, watched the movie he brought over and laughed. She never quite got his quirk for comedies, but he always brought over what she was craving and if zombies were what she was craving, she’d leave it to him to deliver them.
She was determined to spend her weekend naked and so far everything was going as planned. When the urge to write hit her, she would grab the pen and paper and Shippo would get the guitars and sit next to her waiting for his cue and together they pieced together words and gibberish until it was perfect. Rin was reinventing herself, becoming a butterfly and she wanted it to be good because the new her would be something she wanted to be. It was one-hundred percent her feelings, nothing bottled in. One song became two, and two led to four and before the night was over she was surprised with how comfortable she became.
Shippo was napping on the couch, his long arms outstretch on the arm and back, his head bent back and he was snoring softly. It was a cute sight, one that she would have liked to catch on camera if it hadn’t been hindered by him being completely undressed. The guitar she held covered her nudity and smiling to herself she set it to the side, silently crawling to where Shippo was sleeping unsuspectingly.
Her eager hands traveled slowly from his calves to his thighs, jerking him into consciousness and he swore under his breath only to gasp as she touched him, her chest sliding over him as she stole a kiss from his slightly parted slips. He made her feel powerful, in control when she felt everything but and he groaned as she settled herself onto his lap. His fingertips were calloused as they traveled down her heated flesh, his need filling her and pushing her to where she wanted to be.
He moaned into her mouth as they rocked, his hands guiding her and her nails dug into shoulders as she offered him more. She was drowning in the ecstasy, feeding on it like it was air and as his eager kisses trailed down the column of her neck she bit on her lip hard enough to bleed as pleasure shot through her.
“RIN!” The sudden pounding on her door zapped away the high-feeling coursing through her veins and she hissed at the intruder. Of all the times!
“Let him bang,” Shippo whispered against her skin, his tongue sweeping out over her nipple. “He’ll eventually go away. You’re busy.”
“Sh-Shippo,” she tried to pull away and his hands held tight, his body thrusting into her and she gasped loudly as her mind went blank.
“I KNOW YOU’RE THERE!” It was like nails on a chalk board and she was getting tired of it real fast. “ANSWER ME RIN!”
Shippo bit the nipple he’d been teasing and Rin growled loud enough to be heard by both men. This was not how she wanted to spend her weekend, but if the boy on the other side of the door did not want to get the picture, well then she was just going to have to draw it out for him. She didn’t want to hurt him more than she already had, but sometimes it took many blows to get the point across and she wasn’t going to soften it right now.
“Move from this spot and I’ll throw you out,” Rin hissed under her breath as she pulled away from Shippo.
The desire she had felt was now completely gone, but god damn it she was going to finish what she started! She didn’t waste her time finding a robe or something to cover up with, if he was so insistent she come to the door, then she would and it was only her anger that kept her this stubborn.
“What the fuck you do want I’m busy!” She swung open the door surprising the boy on the other end, his brown eyes widening in horror and embarrassment at Rin’s lack of dress. “What Kohaku? What is so important that you had to bang and scream on my door?”
“Y-You’re naked,” he stuttered, his cheeks flushing red as he tried in vain to hide her nudity from people outside her studio. “Are you crazy?
“I’m a lot of things,” she told him brushing his hands away from her. “What do you want?”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his arms hanging uselessly at his side. “I want to talk to you… I miss you, whatever is wrong we can work it out.”
“I don’t want to talk anymore Kohaku,” she told him crossing her arms over her chest stubbornly. “There is nothing to talk about, there is nothing to work out. I’m done, end of story. Now go I’m busy.”
“Busy?” He glared at her now, his hands clenched into fists and it must have dawned on him why exactly she was ‘busy. “With who?”
Rin tried keeping him from peering into her place, but his hand pushed her to the side and Shippo sheepishly grinned and waved to the trembling Kohaku. “Sh-Shippo? You’re sleeping with Shippo?”
“That is none of your business!” Rin growled grabbing the collar of Kohaku’s shirt and forcing him out of her studio. The boy stumbled and fell against the wall behind him, his judging brown eyes hating her and she wanted to throw things at him for being so stupid. “Go away.”
“Y-You whore!” Kohaku spat getting to his feet, straightening his clothing out and stomping away from her like a pouting child.
“Sticks and stones!” She screamed at his back before slamming her door shut and stomping herself onto the couch and plopping down, her arms crossed angrily yet again over her chest.
It wasn’t true, the sticks and stones, because his words cut her deeper than she thought they could and she fought back the tears trying to fall. She wouldn’t cry over this, not over him because it just wasn’t fair! She didn’t notice Shippo had gotten off the couch until the sound of her deadbolt being turned caught her attention. This totally sucked and now she wasn’t in a mood to do anything besides sulk.
“Come on,” Shippo pulled Rin to her feet, a small smile on his face. “Let’s get you into a nice hot shower and then some leftovers in your stomach. I think you need pillow talk.”
“Thank you,” she whispered giving up on the fight against not crying, it was a waste of effort. “Thank you Shippo.”
Sometimes I wish you cheated on me
Then leavin' here would be so easy
It's time to take a chance and give you up
In the morning I'll wake and make my escape
There was no fooling around after that and the both of them knew as much. Instead, Rin threw herself into the band and making it better. She would show Kohaku that he had no idea he what he was talking about, that she was who she wanted and nobody else. She wasn’t a whore, she wasn’t some slut, she was Rin and a young, responsible adult who made her own decisions.
She practiced and tweaked her lyrics with a new found vengeance and in the next couple weeks she hardly slept. She had a lot that needed to be done and little time to do it in and if she didn’t get everything right then she feared she’d never accomplish what she wanted. Her and Shippo had fallen back into the ‘just friends’ category and he seemed perfectly fine with it. In fact, he had begun dating some girl from his college and it made Rin feeling warm and tingling in her stomach that he was growing up, even if only a little.
The weeks were closing in on Rin, shutting out any free time she had and when it was over she would be able to completely relax and she promised herself that vegging out would be on the menu. The flyer’s had been a little on the pricey side and she had worked extra shifts at both jobs to cover the difference. The club had been reserved and when the day came she couldn’t help but feel too nervous to do anything shake.
“We’ll be fine,” Shippo told her as he helped another band mate move the amplifier onto the stage, shooing her off towards the bar. “Go grab a beer and relax. We’re ready for this.”
Taking his advise, Rin headed towards the bar, her long hair fluttering behind her as she pulled out a stool and plopped down, flagging down the cute bartender for a whiskey sour and a beer. While she tried relaxing, Rin glanced around the club, finding it a little too sophisticated for a normal ‘bump and grind’ kind of place, but it was nice for a good show. She watched as Shippo and the two other’s unloaded the van and set up the small stage, a wistful smile playing on her lips as she took a sip of her beer.
“What brings you here?” A soft baritone voice asked off to her side and she lazily turned her head.
“I’m with the band,” she replied taking the man next to her, his long hair plated back into a tight braid, small wisps of silver framing his face. “You?”
“I work here.” Tall, mysterious and cute took a drink of the drink in his hand and setting it back down on the counter.
“Isn’t drinking on the job bad for your career?” She asked innocently trying to keep herself from getting caught in the man’s intense gaze.
“Aren’t you a little too old to be a groupie?” He retorted nonchalantly, his lips quirking into a smug grin as she choked on her drink.
“Ugh!” She wiped some of it off her shirt and glared at the man next to her. Well he wasn’t so cute anymore. “It’s a shame you know, that you’re cute until you open your mouth. For such a beautiful face, you have an ugly personality.”
I'm not scared
'Cause I know there's something out there waiting for me
And I swear that I'll find it someday, just wait and see
His laugh was refreshing and cold at the same time and it had butterflies flapping in her stomach. She couldn’t get a break could she? She so was going to kill Shippo for his advice on relaxing because her current company was ruining it all. Groupie? Ha! How rude! She’d show him who was a groupie!
“What are you doing after the show?” She was angry, yet his voice was sexy and not annoying and that made her angrier.
“Not you!” It was a comeback and sucked, royally, however, his musical laughter was back and she quickly finished her beer and paid the bartender. The club was beginning to fill up and Shippo was waving her down from up on the stage. The show must go on after all!
“Be careful with what you promise Rin,” oh yeah he definitely oozed sexy and it through off her pout as she was spun around, a pair of lips catching hers in a heated and demanding kiss.
It was like he had thrown gasoline on her while she held a match, instant flames. Her hands grabbed him, pulling his collared shirt as he parted her lips and devoured her, a few hoots and catcalls being thrown at her. He left her breathless and patted her ass as he pulled away, his calculating smirk catching her off guard. Oh this was soooo not fair!
I don't care that you call me crazy
I can't stay 'cause I need room to breathe
There's nothing left to say, better sorry than safe
Rin stomped her way back to the stage, taking Shippo’s hand as he pulled her onto the stage and angrily she grabbed her guitar and cued her band mates to start. The song set up made her grin evilly and she sought out those amber eyes that had insulted her and kissed her silly. She hadn’t decided whether or not she wanted to play with him, but she’d let her music decide for her. A part of her wanted it, he felt so good against her, almost perfect but the other part said no, and that was her stubbornness. If she decided yes, then she would make him beg for more, she would be in control and with the screaming of the guitars she laughed. Perfect.
“…Get on your knees and let the games begin…” She was confident and eager and she let it ring with her words.
I'm not scared
'Cause I know there's something out there waiting for me
And I swear that I'll find it someday, just wait and see
Rin couldn’t believe how everything came together for a wicked first gig. Shippo had laughed at her when she couldn’t contain the happy dance begged to come out after the club closed down. She hugged every band member as they loaded up their gear into the van and she promised them all dinner when they were paid.
“That was so awesome!” Shippo yelled as he stretched, his shirt riding up and exposing his stomach.
“Yeah, it was.” Souta, that was what the drummer’s name was, Rin had begun to remember their names, if only barely. “I hope we get to play here again, the crowd was cool.”
“Well,” Shippo laughed rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “With the way Rin was making out with Sesshomaru, the owner I think we’ll be playing here exclusively.”
“What?!” Rin squawked shrilly. “I was not--”
“Shoo children,” a familiar voice barked close to Rin’s ear and she jumped as a pair of arms trapped her between them and the desk she had been leaning again. “The adults need to have a talk.”
If her life had been come cartoon then Shippo, Souta, and um--well the third guy would have fit in perfectly with how quickly they fled the small office. She gaped at the display like a drowning fish, her mouth opening and closing like some idiot. She wanted to be outraged, wanted to kick and scream--to break something at being abandoned that she ignored the man staring down at her hungrily.
“Rin,” he said and her eyes immediately found his and she was caught. “Kiss me.”
She couldn’t stop herself from appeasing him, her lips touching his and being swept away as he turned the tide against her. Hell, if this was talking then she didn‘t mind talking for the rest of the night.
I don't care that you call me crazy
I can't stay 'cause I need room to breathe
There's nothing left to say, better sorry than safe
Oh yeah, there's nothing left to say
-The beginning-
E/N: This was a little test on characters that I wanted to see if I could do.. SUCCESS! lol Don't know when the next one will be up. I know I've got a few other incomplete shorts I'm sure I could finish up, so maybe in the next few days you'll all get lucky! PLEASE REVIEW.