InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A First Time For Everything ❯ "I Don't Like Anyone" ( Chapter 27 )

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

Diclaimer: Why must I keep stating the obvious? We all know I do not own anything here, besides the endless rambling of a poor woman... If I owned, nobody would have loved it as much :)



A random idea that I ran with. It made me laugh, definitely A/U, maybe just slightly OOC.






“I Don’t Like Anyone” --Dream



Rin fought back the laughter as she spun herself in circles. The swivel chair would be the death of her, yet she could not properly throw off the stress of her day without the familiar dizzy feeling it gave her. People had their notions of unwinding from a hard day, hers were definitely more off the wall than normal and yet it served the same purpose. The only difference was it was not the day-to-day stress that got her down in the dumps and dragging by the afternoon, hers was purely centered around the man who would be walking through the front door in under twenty minutes, less if she searched for a clock with the appropriate time on it.


The chair came to a stop, her smile growing larger as the room continued to spin in circles, effectively putting her in an all together better mood. The computer monitor behind her beeped and she ignored it in favor of the dance music playing loudly from her bedroom. She did not care if her neighbors complained about the loudness of the music, not even when they banged on the walls during one of her frequent trips down adolescent lane, not everyone could appreciate the true depth and talent of boy-bands like “N*sync” or the “Backstreet boys”. Rin’s close friends and some distant family urged her constantly to find a better apartment building--hell a better area to live in, yet she couldn’t see the point in uprooting her life when she liked where she was now.


Did it truly matter that she liked living the life of a girl with a beer budget? She liked the small one-bedroom apartment that had creaky wooden floors, temperamental heating and thin walls. It was a quaint lifestyle, the starving artist and she just smiled. Other people could have their expensive lofts in the city, drink their expensive wines and wear their expensive clothing, she preferred her dingy old jeans anyway. The truth was she could afford to have more, to have a better home, it was not like she was hurting for money. In fact, she had more than she cared to say and to her it was sitting in the bank gathering interest for a rainy day or spark of interest.


She sang along horribly to the chorus playing as she wandered into her kitchen and into the freezer where her not so secret stash of pistachio ice cream was seductively calling her name. Today had been a surprisingly dull day, not that the life of a computer programmer was as dangerous as the Civil War reenactments she had dragged Kohaku to the year before had been. Next time she was taking someone who left their snotty attitudes at home where they belonged. Rin savored her first bite walking the few feet back to her computer chair and plopping down on it overdramatically.


Her eyes were trained on the large heavy wooden door (something her father had insisted she install as a means of safety), mentally counting down the seconds. She had it down to an art and normally she would crouch somewhere beside the second hand couch that ate anyone who dared to sit in it, waiting for him to open it before pouncing. It was a routine she found pleasure in. Today she would be civil, if only for a moment, as she had a surprise.


“Lucy, I’m home!” She chirped loudly as the door opened like clockwork, her imitation of Ricky Ricardo from ‘I Love Lucy’ leaving more to be desired.


Curious amber eyes glanced at her, his long silver hair swaying as he stepped through the threshold, the soft leather briefcase held loosely in his hands. Rin snickered at Sesshomaru as his eyebrows arched, letting her know he was interested that he had not wound up being tackled. “Rin,”


“Hello Mr. President,” he closed the door behind him, heeling off his shoes and placing them on the small wooden rack she had picked up from a thrift market on a whim.


Sesshomaru was the type of person who’s routine of unwinding down included a glass of expensive brandy, a hot shower and on unbearable days, soft classical music. He had the mundane life that others thought to be appealing and sexy, but the only thing sexy about it to her was him. He was raised in the limelight of society, prime and proper, all of the nonsense she brushed off her shoulders, and it amazed her how she had stumbled upon him.


Okay, so stumbled was somewhere along the lines of accidentally introducing her chilidog to his silk tie during a trip downtown; however, the tie was stuffy looking and her replacement for it had suited him so much better. Sesshomaru in her opinion had been too uptight when she had first “met” him, too stuck in his world of flashy lights and monetary gain that she had become obsessed with shaking him up. First she had demanded to reimburse him for what she had ruined, then second she convinced him to part ways with his contact information and then the rest had been sheer determination and spontaneity.


In the end it had been Rin who was surprised with the Sesshomaru that no one saw, the man he was behind closed doors and he was just as odd as she was, but in less obvious of ways.


“You have ice cream on your nose,” Sesshomaru took the carton from her hands, his finger swiping the green from her nose before popping the digit into his mouth. His calm expression instantly died, his gaze finding her chest and she saw his shoulders stiffen. “What are you wearing?”


Rin glanced down at her t-shirt innocently, her Cheshire grin expanding as she pulled at the bottom of the shirt, stretching out the design. The idea had hit her a few days before while she was going through the countless photo albums she kept hidden around her apartment. She had gone through a phase with digital cameras that had bordered compulsive obsession. They had been dating for a while now, so Sesshomaru had not batted an eye lash when he had arrived to her apartment sporadically decorated with dozens of digital cameras set up on any flat surface (and a few hanging from the ceiling). He hadn’t quite gotten used to the sudden flash blinding him as he woke up during the night, his curses waking her up from a dead sleep and for a moment or two she thought he would suffocate her while she slept.


However, she did give credit where it was due. Sesshomaru always seemed to be able to shrug her quirks off and go with the flow of her mood. It took him a few days to forget the about the cameras and the end result made her heart swell. There were many candid photos of Sesshomaru around her home; him asleep on the couch he hated, Sesshomaru making dinner or going over files that were strewn on her coffee table. Her favorite though was the one currently emblemized on her t-shirt.


He had been tired and she nothing she had done made things better, dinner had been a fiasco and her kitchen ceiling still had faint smoke burns from the slight fire that started after Rin’s attempt at stir-fry. Somehow he was able to gather the remnants of her sanity with Chinese take out and a movie. Full from the meal, they had fallen asleep during the film they had fallen asleep and the camera she set up on top of the television set had blessed her with the scene now on her clothing. To say she had been shocked had been an understatement, but it had made her ecstatic to see exactly how relaxed Sesshomaru was when he was completely unguarded.


“What?” she pouted watching Sesshomaru put her ice cream back in the freezer. “Isn’t this wicked? It only cost me ten bucks.”


“That is absurd,” he told her rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, leveling her with a gaze that let her know he was not amused.


Rin rolled her eyes as she spun her chair in slow circles. “No, what is absurd is a man so uptight and serious whose favorite movie is the musical version of ’the producers’, that Sesshomaru is absurd, I’m just annoying.”


“Then why do I put up with you?” he asked curiously, his lean body leaning against the countertop.


“Because I put out?” she replied sheepishly shrugging her shoulders. “Or because I have great ’assets’?” she waggled her eyebrows suggestively.


“Hmmm, touché,” Sesshomaru was in a playful mood and it excited Rin as she hopped off her chair and closed the distance between the two of them, her lips brushing against his. “Italian or Thai?”


“Thai,” tonight was going to be a really good night for the both of them.
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