InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A First Time For Everything ❯ Waking up in Vegas ( Chapter 22 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

DISCLAIMER: Nope, still don't own anything. Not InuYasha, not Rin or Sesshomaru but we'll pretend I own my computer where I hold all of the stories I think up.


Side Note: I do not own the lyrics to "Waking up in Vegas" or "I kissed a girl" by Katy Perry as they are used as a reference in the story below.


Waking up in Vegas--Katy Perry


By Miztikal-Dragon


“Come on Rin hurry up we don’t have all day!” A voice called out followed quickly by a lean boy with shaggy dark brown hair carrying a duffle bag over his shoulder and a lopsided grin on his face.


“I’m coming!” She shouted sprinting quickly out the front door, her own duffle bag weighing down her small figure. “Christ! Kohaku this things weighs a ton!”


Her laughter was innocent and contagious as Kohaku took the heavier duffle bag and tossed it into the back of his midnight blue Isuzu Trooper, the back door locking when it closed. It was the beginning to an overdue vacation and he was glad that he had been convinced to join her. Six days and seven nights in the city that never slept--twinkling lights and neon signs, and though normally he was against needless gambling and drinking, the idea of being by Rin’s side was enough of reason to go.


Kohaku watched Rin as she excitedly climbed into the passenger seat, her window rolling down and with a sharp almost shrill voice beckon him into the vehicle because as she put it he was “stifling her ability to par-teh” He had to smile and simply shake his head at her, she after all was the kind of girl to get excited for an adventure she wasn’t even old enough to have, but there she was sitting in his car with her fake I.D card courtesy of Miroku and his years of ability to deceive both female and police offers of his age (whether it be younger or older than he was).


He guessed it was just another reason why he was in love with her--Rin was so full of life, so optimistic, beautiful, smart, and even a touch naïve. Although, Kohaku figured it was more of her naivety that really drew him to her, she was too innocent to be real, but with the confidence of a lamb who thought she was a mighty lion.


So there they were, cruising down the wide open stretch of interstate highway, few cars zipping by others, like them, going fast enough to gain miles quickly, but slow enough that the endless landscape wasn’t a blur of colors. The radio was on and Kohaku sighed heavily as he stared out the window, he just couldn’t help but relax-almost to the point of sleep, well at least that is if Rin wasn’t chiming along rather loudly to the song playing.


“..I kissed a girl and I liked it!” She sang off key and at the top of her lungs, the long strands of her ebony hair whipping around like a wind chime during a tornado. “The taste of her cherry chap stick…”


They had traded off on driving over an hour ago at the last ‘stop ‘n’ go’ gas station they came to and though she was a very animated driver, she was careful enough that Kohaku didn’t have to worry about her swerving them into a ditch or fellow driver with her almost distracted head banging. The time Rin spent concentrated on the road in front of her was time that Kohaku spent watching her, mentally tallying up all the things that he loved about her, all the things that made it worth his while being her friend for so long.


It also gave him time to kick himself for not jumping at being more than just her close friend. He had had his chance during high school, he remembered it plainer than day and how it was left up in the air due to his indecisiveness. There hadn’t been an opportunity since, maybe because of one reason or another, but it had been staring at him in the face, his silent failure and this time he wasn’t going to let a second chance to go to waste.


Rin glanced over her shoulder at Kohaku’s sleeping face, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. It was one of those days, she told herself, one of those days she could feel Kohaku’s maddening stares penetrating her very core and it made her shiver slightly. He was her boy next door, the best friend that was so hard not to fall in love with and the best thing that had ever happened to her.


He was the reclusive nice guy and though he was everything she could have dreamt up for her fairy tale of awesomeness, she couldn’t help but bite down on her lower lip. There were feelings in her stomach, butterflies that fluttered wildly, but on mending wings. It made her think of high school and how she put herself on a ledge and he had given her the nice guy, best friend routine and consequently shoved her to her death.


With her pride seriously bleeding, Rin had closed off the part of her heart that belonged to the slumbering boy next to her. Yeah, she loved him, loved him like it was nobody’s business; however, she wasn’t ready to be hurt again, not by him. So like a sucker she waited for him to make a move, waiting for any sign that the soft looks she sometimes caught in his eyes would allow her to jump out of the ashes of her broken heart like a burning phoenix.


Though she could honestly say if wishes were horses, then she’d be riding off into the sunset on a freaking unicorn. Stop it, she told herself forcing herself to stare out at the open road. There was no room for such thoughts, not when she was in the beginning stages of a vacation that she hoped was life-changing. She needed something that dramatic and Las Vegas was calling her like a beautiful, beautiful siren.


A few hours later they were parked, checked in and unpacking their duffle bags into the hotel provided dressers. Separate rooms were a must, but it didn’t stop Rin from flinging Kohaku’s door open, mid squeal as she showed him all the mini-stuff she found loitering in her bathroom. His chuckles made a small blush stain her cheeks, her newly cut bangs slanting down the left side of her face.


It was an added bonus to her search for better things, and though she thought color would have completed her new look, the deep blue had faded out after a few days, but to her surprise it left a slight hue given the proper lighting. Miroku said it have given her close to a nymph look and though perverted were most of his suggestions, she hoped that he was honest.


Kohaku had urged Rin to her room to get ready for the first night, explaining to her that if anyone was going to believe her to be the age she claimed, then she needed to slip into something more mature. As if, she scoffed throwing another t-shirt onto the queen sized hotel bed. She didn’t have to look the part, hell, there were many girls over the age of twenty one who looked almost twelve, and even more girls younger seemingly almost thirty in appearance.


She didn’t have to smother her face in foundation and pore-clogging make up to look older, all she needed were the right clothes, and boy did she have that particular area covered. Out of the large duffle bag she pulled out a pair of tight, less than thigh high black shorts, the kind of pair that if her mother would have been alive to see her, would have dragged her back to Phoenix by her long hair. Her shirt was a cross between satin and spandex, silver draping delicately over her shoulder and giving out the barest of peeks to her breasts strategically lifted with her push up bra.


It was loose, yet like a second skin, stretching and molding to her body as she turned in front of the bathroom mirror. Rin could already imagine the music blaring in her ears, the heat of a dance floor standing there in the comforts of her hotel bathroom and it made her laugh. She was already thinking about going out of the hotel, out of the casino and instead of gambling her night away, making the most of it at random clubs or bars.


Heels, unfortunately were a must with her current outfit and grudgingly she slipped on the silver skinny monsters, lacing up the ribbon right below her calves. They would undoubtedly be the bane of her existence in the morning, yet for right now they were worth it. It gave her measly five foot two an instant jump to five foot five, and it added length to her already smooth legs.


Hearing the loud knocking on her door, Rin scrambled to finish getting ready, throwing on a pair of oversized hoop earrings and swiping some dark colored eyeliner on her eyes. Her hair had that messy, just got out of bed look and though she wished she could brush it down she left it as is and grabbed her fake I.D and a small wad of cash and stashing it in her cleavage before answering the door.


Kohaku greeted her on the other side, his chocolate eyes widening and if it had been one of the beloved cartoons she watched growing up, his jaw would have smashed into the floor and shattered into a million pieces. She felt her cheeks heat from his stare, her teeth worrying on her lower lip until he suddenly snapped out of his staring stupor and graced her with one of his a hundred watt lopsided smiles.


“Wow,” he whispered to himself and Rin rolled her eyes, gently pushing him away from the door. Did all men become idiots in the presence of a dolled up girl? Because if they were, Rin wondered if she had over dressed.


“Come on lets go!” She said loudly, grabbing his arm and pulling him down the hallway. “We don’t have all night to waste hanging out here at the hotel. I need a drink and you promised me a good time!”


“W-where’s your purse Rin?” Finally she thought to herself glancing up at him from inside the elevator, captain obvious arrives to the conversation.


“No purse,” she commented off handedly as she jabbed the buttons in front of her. “I have breast money.”


“W-What?” Rin hadn’t heard his voice break since he turned twelve and she barely managed to hold back the cackle of laughter building in her throat.


“You know breast money,” she wanted to start this night off with a bang, so leaving behind her embarrassment was more important than a cute lacy thong and bra set underneath her clothing and she was more than willing to comply. “Since I’m going to be drinking I didn’t really think it would be good to lose a purse so I put everything I might need in my bra.. You know breast money!”


If she could have predicted that in seconds the boy next to her could go from light blushing to tomato red, she would have brought her cell phone along to capture it and send it to his sister. He seemed to ponder her response but gave no reply and she was fine with that. Tonight would be a night of surprises she was certain and she only hoped that they were the good kind.


Drinks came in tall skinny glasses, fat short glasses, shot glasses, and though she was more than willing to try them all, it wasn’t even two hours since they first set out that Rin found herself completely bored with her surroundings. Okay, so she knew that coming to Vegas meant that their hotel probably was a part of a Casino, that there would be slot machines and game tables as far as the eye could possibly want to see, but it wasn’t the upscale imitation that she desired. She wanted the bump and grind of something a little dirty, maybe shadier and dangerous. Rin wanted excitement, not a yawn fest and though she would never have the heart to tell Kohaku he was plumb boring, the number of drinks she had to try and quell the boredom had loosened her up enough to forget about sparing his feelings.


“Kohaku,” she whined leaning onto his shoulder as he played a game, or twelve at the black jack table. “I’m so-o freaking bored, lets do something else.”


“A little busy,” his hand waved her off and she frowned angrily. Boys who had a gambling problem say what? “Hit me.”


If there was one thing she hated, it was being ignored for a game that he was obviously losing and throwing a curse or two at him from under her breath she did as he commanded and punched his arm. Several pairs of eyes watched her, the once rowdy table going silent and as Kohaku’s eyes finally glanced up at her she fought back the need to claw at his face.


“What was that for?” He questioned rubbing the offended appendage and it only made her frown deepen. Leave it up to Kohaku to know how to make a girl feel appreciated.


“I did as suggested,” she spat clutching the glass of liquor in her hand. “I hit you, god you’re such an ass.”


His attention wavered as he placed another bet, the dealer flipping out cards like a magician. Rin wondered if she should have been more offended at him for inviting her to watch him gamble away all of his money, or that he was blatantly ignoring her to play a game of cards. “You’re drunk, go back to the hotel I’ll meet up with you later.”


Bang! Crash! Lightning flashed! Well not really, but if Rin‘s anger had been a storm or a volcano she would have burst hot lava all over the dumb Casino and instantly killed Kohaku with the burning hatred smothering her for him. She wanted to throw the rest of her drink at him to get his head cleared, but knew that would only provoke him and escalate the bad situation further and possibly lead to her arrest. Instead, she simply downed her drink and smashed Kohaku’s hand underneath it, her icy glare hurdling daggers at his confused gaze.


“I’ll show you drunk!” And she meant it.


Leaving angry was never a good thing, anger meant alcohol and alcohol had the possibility of stupid ideas and so on, but Rin refused to be deterred as she stormed away flipping her hair over her shoulder. She could hear Kohaku’s voice trailing behind her, his thudding steps as she quickly hurried from the lavish hotel and out into the open air. She was determined to show him that she didn’t need him to ruin her vacation, she was more than capable of doing it herself.


“Rin wait!” His fingers wrapped around her upper arm pulling her back towards the comforts of the Casino and without thinking she swung herself at him doing something she never thought possible, promptly slugging him in the stomach.


He immediately curled around his stomach, a surprised cry escaping from his lips; unfortunately for him, the moment he let go Rin was once again on the move. Her timing seemed perfect as a yellow taxi cab pulled up and without so much as a thought to Kohaku’s pain, she yanked open the back door and threw herself in and onto an awaiting lap.


“Go!” she growled, her spine straightening as a low chuckle filled her ear. Part of her screamed that she should have been paying attention, hell she would have screamed bloody murder in any different situation, though, at the moment she was too worked up to do anything but slide over the warm lap and directly into the middle of her unknown guests.


“A lover’s quarrel?” a baritone voice laughed as the taxi drifted down the road.


“As if,” she spat crossing her arms over her shoulders like a pouting child.


Despite the poorly lit taxi, Rin was able to clearly see her ride companions. She was almost uncomfortably sandwiched in between two males, their long silver hair putting hers to shame and then some. They were very handsome, and attractive, and though they shared similar features they were different. The one to her right, her lap captive had warm and expressive eyes, thick yet distinctive eyebrows and a lopsided grin that made her blush. He gave off the arrogant vibe, the one that let girls know that he was dead sexy and had no problem flaunting it. A heartbreaker.


The other to her left came off as the strong silent type, his glare able to freeze her on contact. It made her think of the glare she gave Kohaku, yet there was something in the warm amber eyes that made it even more chilling. It was like disgust mixed with some unknown emotion she couldn’t place, though with her behavior she wasn’t surprised that someone was disgusted with her. Things just had a way of happening like that.


“So where are we off to tonight?” The man to her right piped up drawing her attention from angry pools of amber.


“Some place fun!” She decided ignoring the fact that the men next to her could be the serial rapist kind. She was going into the worst situation and hoping that it turned out to be the right one. “I’m so tired of boring Casinos, isn’t there like a club or something?”


“I know exactly the place,” her decidedly talkative companion laughed before mumbling direction to the taxi driver. “The name’s InuYasha, by the way.”


“Rin,” she reciprocated shaking the offered hand and flashing her pearly whites.


As InuYasha indirectly promised, the cab pulled over amidst the neon signs Rin had began to grow accustomed to. They had chatted about random subjects during the ride, things that Rin found oddly surprising and her other companion continued to do what apparently was normal, he stayed silent. InuYasha was comfortable, confident, and despite her original assessment, happily engaged.


Once he had stared talking about his fiancée, his eyes sparkled like an adolescent child’s and all he could talk about was his beautiful girl. Rin vaguely remembered the name Kagome falling from InuYasha’s mouth more than once like some kind of mindless mantra, but she couldn’t deny that it was cute that he never seemed to run out of the words to say about her.


His appraisals dropped her back into the hole she’d been desperately trying to climb out of with Kohaku, and a part of her wondered why her childhood friend couldn’t be more like InuYasha. Then again, it was painfully obvious that she had liked Kohaku for his own personality flaws, his very nature, and yet now she wasn’t finding it attractive in the slightest. She didn’t want to think like that, Rin reminded herself as InuYasha slid out of the dark cab and she was damned if she was going to let thoughts of Kohaku ruin a good time.


“Come on grumpy,” she smiled softly wrapping her fingers around her still unnamed companion’s hand and pulling him from the comforts of the metal vehicle. “Let’s not waste more time being all broody and moody like some pre-pubescent teenager.”


His glare was icier than earlier, the fine hairs on her arms and the back of her neck evidence of it. His amber eyes stared at her, watched her with a holier-than-thou feeling and she wanted to see if there was another emotion that maybe fit them better than what they were wearing. Rin noticed that he had yet to speak a word, his hand pulling from hers, yet his feet still trekked forward making Rin all aware of the intense body heat he produced.


She wanted to sink into it, wanted to be shrouded in it for selfish reasons and in the end she opted for hooking her arm around his and taking it hostage as the loud booming bass lulled her into the club. It wasn’t what she was expecting on the outside, no fluorescent lights, no colorful strobe lights attacking unsuspecting clubbers with seizures--it was almost plain.


“Well isn’t this quaint,” she said to no one in particular and her lips quirked into a small smile hearing the male next to her scoff at her assumption.


“Looks can be deceiving,” her nameless beauty chose that moment to leave her and head off in the sea of people, immediately melting away from her vision like some wanton wet dream.


He was reclusive, obviously intelligent, more than just a handsome face and at the moment all Rin wanted to do was take a bite out of his well sculpted ass as it swayed with movement. Oh yeah, eye-candy gone wild! Her animalistic wild lust for the stranger was forgotten though, as the music changed, a familiar song echoing in her ears and with a squeal of excitement Rin was lost in the crowd, her body swaying and bobbing to the waves of the moving bodies.




If there was one thing he hated, it was the immaturity of the youth he was surrounded by. Brainless zombies flocking to pricy hotels, or cheap ones for that matter and wasting their limited money on something that would never last. Some would call it a lack of control, others could pipe up with irresponsibility; However, he called it like any level-headed person would--utter stupidity.


There were other things that he could very well be doing at this precise moment other than wasting it in the city that never slept due to drug and or drink induced stupors. He had paperwork that needed to be done, computer software that needed to be backed up and installed, clients that paid him for his opinion, not to use the money they paid him for some over extravagant vacation he refused to believe he needed.


Sure the physician at the hospital claimed differently, but who was he, just some glorified doctor who couldn’t have been older than twenty. There was no use putting any stock into what the child had spouted off like some experienced professional. So he had suffered a mild heart attack, sure it could have been linked to overworking and an endless amount of stress, but he wasn’t weak and he wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary.


He had spent his entire life working, working hard, he might add and no hoity-toity doctor was going to stand in front of him and order him not to work for a week. That was ridiculous! If he wasn’t there to make sure everything got done, nothing would and he couldn’t leave it for the imbeciles and toddlers at the firm to do. For Pete’s sake, he wasn’t even sure if they knew how to tie their own shoes since he had only seen them stare off into space and pick their noses like common monkeys.


If he wanted something done correctly, he had to do it himself, it was his motto and he had refused to budge on the matter. Of course, life had a nasty habit of throwing curve balls and after the ill-fated hospital visit he was back at work ready to go on with life, he found out that not only couldn’t he get into his system, but he had been completely locked out of everything having to deal with anything. His meddling brother had some unknown computer technician come in while no one else was their to stop him and robbed him of all the simple pleasures he had left and he did not like surprises like that.


“Sesshomaru lighten up,” InuYasha bounded up to his side and Sesshomaru couldn’t suppress the snarl that escaped his throat, speak of the devil and he arrives wearing bells. “Don’t make me tell Shippo that you refused to follow his strict orders!”


Hearing InuYasha mention the name of the child doctor had Sesshomaru seeing red and if he had had claws, InuYasha would have been faceless, and more than likely lifeless when he was finished. Instead of the violence he longed to pummel his pathetic half brother, Sesshomaru merely shot him an icy glare before focusing his attention on the glass of amber liquor resting in his hand. Just because he was on vacation didn’t mean he had to enjoy it.




Rin didn’t know how much time she had spent amongst the other club patrons, squeezed tight between hot bodies and carelessly roaming hands. All she could hear was the music around her, the pulsing beat ordering her muscles to move, hypnotizing her and she loved every second of it. This was definitely better than hanging out doing nothing but playing black jack or craps, or even a slot machine or two, but then again she was sure it would have been if someone she refused to mention had invited her and not tossed her off to the side.


He was the reason she guarded her heart, he couldn’t be trusted with it and any chance Kohaku might have had was now gone. Rin didn’t want anything to do with him if he couldn’t get his head out of his ass and so she thought ‘good riddance’. Of course she would still be his friend, they had grown up together after all; but she would never allow him passed the friend zone, he didn’t deserve it and she wouldn’t second guess herself now.


The song blaring out from the speakers slowed down in tempo and Rin found herself heading back towards the bar, her sudden thirst seeming unquenchable. She could feel the light sheen of sweat on the back of her neck, the heat of every dancing body and her own sinking into her bones and she decided it was a good feeling. Ordering a drink she smiled lightly not minding that she had to pull out her ID card from its hiding spot in her bra and hand it over to the rather attractive bartender, his wolfish grin growing wider as he handed the plastic card back to her. Her body still swayed side to side as she let the strong liquor pour down her throat, it’s warmth hugging her stomach in ways that had her smiling.


The cute bartender placed a drink down next to her and without thinking she glanced to her side and instantly spotted silver and amber and the smile on her face widened, her white teeth glowing under the dimmed lights. Leaving cash on the bar for the blue eyed bartender, Rin picked up her drink and sauntered over to brooding, but tall and handsome, her hip bumping his elbow. “What’s a place like you doing in a boy like this?”


It had been stupid way of striking up a conversation with him, she knew that much, but the urge to try and make the stoic man smile was overpowering. It was as if he had his own gravitation pull to him and despite the dirty look he shot her, she pulled the closest stool to her and sat next to him.


“I’m only bothering because cute boys like you shouldn’t look so lonely,” if she hadn’t been drinking for most of the night she knew she couldn’t have had the courage to speak so brashly.


“I’m not lonely,” he spat tossing back his drinking and signaling the bartender to give him another. “Don’t you have someone else you can bother?”



“Why would I want to bother anyone else?” She told him bluntly, silently daring him to meet her eyes. “You’re the only one here not having fun.”


“That’s absurd,” he replied coolly as the bartender refilled his drink.


She was still trying to figure out what he was drinking, Crowne Royal maybe,  Scotch, probably but she eyed him curiously as he fingered the rim of the glass, his manicured nails catching her gaze momentarily with their perfection. He looked like the uptight kind of person, one who preferred things a certain way and definitely not one for a ’night out’ or a club hitter for sure. However InuYasha had managed to get him out of the office or whatever it was that he did, she was almost grateful for. If anything, she could honestly say that her night was interesting.


“It’s true,” she told him shrugging her shoulders sheepishly. “The only other person pouting as bad as you is the bartender and that’s because he can look but not touch.”


Those enigmatic amber eyes focused on her then, silently asking her if she were really an idiot and it made her laugh loudly as she finished her drink and left a ten on the bar. She may not have even known his name yet, or anything about him for that matter, but he definitely was something. Hopping off the stool she had been perched she snatched his drink away and held it out of his reach. He did not seem entirely flabbergasted at her move, but he did reach for it, even if only out of principle alone. She laughed again and maneuvered herself to where if he took said drink by force his chest would have to have been pressed flush against hers.


“Oooh, free drink,” a hand snatched it from Rin and laughed loudly. “Rin, you shouldn’t have!”


“Um,” Rin glanced between the two men, not quite certain if the older of the two would kick start to the brawl by the look of his eyes, but she hoped that the three of them wouldn’t get kicked out of the club.


“Oh go dance with her Sesshomaru,” InuYasha jabbed throwing a twenty on the bar and ordering another drink for himself. “I know that it’s not everyday a girl almost half your age hits on you… Besides, she’s kind of cute, so give her a chance.”


“No.” He was curt and demanding and Rin thought that he would have walked out already.


“Please Sesshomaru,” she said softly, looking at him from underneath her bangs, her teeth worrying on her lower lip slightly hoping that it would pay off.


There had been something in the way she had looked at him then, an innocent seduction and it left him unable to say no. Sesshomaru allowed her to pull him onto the dance floor, did not hesitate as she began to sway against him. Her movements were hypnotic, deliciously so and he questioned his sense of drunkenness as he felt the warmth of the alcohol he consumed earlier creep up his chest. He did not need to pay attention to the music around him, nor the people, not when his gaze was on her, the way her hair tumbled over her shoulders, the way her shirt shimmered underneath the lights and for the first him in what he was certain to be ages, he desired someone.


Neither of them had any idea of what time it was as the night progressed, or the copious amounts of alcohol InuYasha had kept supplying them with. At one point they had all left the club, the cold air momentarily sobering Rin, but once she was submerged back into the warmth of another location she could feel herself sinking again. Music was still playing in her head along with the quick-paced beating of her heart and something else entirely in her stomach. She wasn’t feeling sick, but as if she had been given the elixir of life and it had her feeling like she never had her eyes open to the world like they were now.


InuYasha eventually said goodnight to them and headed back towards his hotel room; however she had not been ready to call it a night. She had spent most of the night attempting to get Sesshomaru to let loose and now that he had she was unwilling to see it end. A drunk Sesshomaru was an interesting Sesshomaru, she found out as he invited her into his room with all intentive purposes of beating her at chess. She had been surprised that he had actually brought a chess board with him on a vacation, but that did not mean she was unwilling to learn.


Before they had started playing, Sesshomaru had raided the mini-bar and the two of them sat at the small coffee table as he explained the rules to her and she desperately tried to listen. Rin hadn’t thought it to be a bad idea sitting next to him as he explained, their elbows bumping as she swayed drunkenly; although, her judgment under the influence was nothing to boast about either.


One moment he was explaining the purpose of a rook, the next, his hand was curving around her jaw, flaring up the heat in her stomach and abdomen. The way his eyes watched her left her breathless until she could no longer stand it and closed the decreasing space between them, her mouth hungry and demanding on his. There was an explosion of fire and electricity underneath her skin as his fingers traveled over it, his body molding against her perfectly as he took control of the kiss, urging her to submit, coaxing her and with a breathy moan she acquiesced.


Her mind was hazy and she groaned tiredly as she tried shoving what was restricting her breathing off her chest. She vaguely remembered the night and rolling over onto her side, she felt a warm hand slide over her skin and a hot body press against her backside, instantly waking her.


“Careful Rin,” a baritone voice chastised her and she heard the familiar sound of camera going off. “I wouldn’t wake him up yet, he’s a grumpy goose in the morning.”


Glancing up hesitantly, she spotted the snow-haired male sitting in a chair a few yards away with a dangerously smug look on his face and a digital camera in his hand. She did not need him to tell her she had done something bad, not when she was laying naked in a bed that was not hers and with a soundly sleeping man behind her. It wasn’t all that surprising, not with how much she had consumed the night before, but it was more than awkward that InuYasha was in the room now, watching them.


“What are you doing in here InuYasha?” Sesshomaru’s voice was grainy and irritated and it startled Rin as his hand pulled her exposed body back under the blankets.


“Well,” InuYasha sounded too chipper and if she had been dressed, Rin would have given him a piece of her mind, or at least a good knuckle sandwich. “When eleven came and went and you had yet to emerge from your room, I thought you might be in some kind of distress. Instead I find you shacked up with the babe from last night.”


InuYasha shot Rin a suggestive wink and she groaned loudly, hiding her face in the pillows. This was so not looking good at the moment. “Go away.”


“Sure thing Rin,” InuYasha laughed as he got up from the chair, his grin growing wider as he spotted Rin’s shoes, which were still on her feet. “See you in a bit for brunch Sesshomaru. Rin, you’re more than welcome to join us, I’m beginning to really like you.”



E/N: I wasn't too sure if I wanted to leave it there, but then when I really thought about it, I did. I've got ideas for at least two more shorts for this particular story, so it is okay to expect more!


Also, I almost forgot the phrase "Bang, Crash, Lightning Flashed" is used in the play "Into The Woods", I watch it almost religiously and hadn't realized I had put it in the story! It's a really good play, I recommend it for those who like humor and musicals.
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