InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A new beginning, a new hope ❯ A forgotten scent ( Chapter 11 )

A chilly draft spiraled through her bones awakening the girl from her sleep. She squinted only to realize that it was directed toward her from the air-con vent just few metres away. Her bodily instincts urged her to pull up her quilt all the way up to her chin as she felt an itchy sneeze coming through from her nasal passage.

 

That was strange, she froze for a second or two. I could have sworn that it was much warmer just a moment back.

 

Her little palm wandered about the sheets next to her and it was sort of snuggly warm. So were the sides of her pillow she discovered, an air of mystery roused within her. It was as if someone had been residing beside her all night, thus leaving his or her bodily temperature tainting her mattress. Rin laid her head in that same spot where she had felt that cuddling heat arise. It was filled with an intensity she had never encountered before, drawing her to it. It had a subtle scent of a mix between pine, forest and cypress, something wild to a surreal extent. Yet it was delicate, affectionate and soft, almost sympathetic. And it was calling out to her, she felt, in an inexplicably habitual way.

 

No, she corrected with a start.

 

She had definitely come across this unique and personalized sensation before. The undeniable surge of familiarity was unerring. She knew this, she could almost assure herself. Yet, her memory barrier held steadfast against her, much like a ten inch thick ice block, segregating her fiendishly from the past which she yearned so much to recollect and reown.

 

Nah, she consoled herself. Maybe its one of those home fragrances Aunt Higurashi had bought. Forest flavored, perhaps, coming in greenish color coding bottles.

 

Just when Rin had successfully brushed away her arousing queries, she let off a shrill.

 

The dream last night, that dream, that man. She reflected while covering her mouth with her now shivering palm. Now, what was she doing with him last night?

 

As smudges of recollections started to horde in, she was stunned, dumbfolded. A swarm of heat radiated from her body shooting right up to her throat and face as she clasped both hands tightly on two sides of her ruby dark cheeks.

 

She was kissing him! Her heart almost jumped out through her mouth. Or he was kissing her. She couldn't tell. But one thing was certain. Their lips were definitely tacked and fully explored.

 

A thousand questions came at her in heightened waves, so much so that she couldn't handle them all at once. Why has the dream changed, progressed so much within these two days? What caused this drastic transfiguration? It had stayed the same for the past five years, hadn't it? Why now? And my gosh! Why is she having such fantasies, reacting so intimately with someone whom she hadn't even met, someone whom she doesn't even know his face?

 

She felt ashamed, almost promiscuous. Even in dreamland, this sort of behavior should not be acceptable, she declared inwardly, pounding her fist into the soft bouncy pillows in her lap.

 

Yet, no matter how hard she tried to suppress it, she could not deny that she had relished that second their lips mingled, even if it was just a dream. It had brought a feeling so real that a dash of him was still lingering at the tips of her tongue even now.

 

A strange sentiment was forming in her and she had just a faint idea what it might be, though she dismissed it subsequently as being totally absurd.

 

Is it love? Is she in love with a dream, an image only from a part of her musings? Her heart took a sprint even as these scattered thoughts raced through her mind.

 

This can't be true, she chided herself. You will not continue to pursue such ridiculous childish delusions.

 

No sooner had she finished did her heart and body have already sought to conspire against her defensively. Something inside her had longed for a relationship of this degree, though she could not put a finger to it why. But, she just had to stop torturing herself mentally with all these possibilities. Today was not the best day to do so. Shaking her head vigorously, Rin sent her silky tresses spilling all about her shoulders and waist.

 

She forced a smile as she ran through her appointments. After her morning rehearsal, the rest of the afternoon would be fun and relaxing. Yumi had already booked tickets for four, including the two brothers. She would have to be at Wacdonalds by twelve in order not to miss lunch with her pals.

 

The demon lord, on the other hand was merely straddling on the roof right above her, heaving out great pants as he had just scrambled out of the girl's chambers in his haste. He had allowed himself to lay with such a contented effect beside her that he had completely disregarded the time. Without his knowledge, surprising for a great youkai as he, he had forgotten about waking and making his escape. He had overslept, impossible as it may seem.

 

It only dawn on him approximately three seconds before Rin awoke that her heart rate had become increasing strong and forthcoming. As soon as he spotted the rising cadence, his powers built in an instant and he vanished only to rematerialize on the tiled covering of the house. Even he himself was astoundingly shaken by how he had slackened so carelessly in his defenses. If it were in the feudal era, he might have been attacked or been slain by other demonic foes.

 

Still, his facial expressions indicated pleasure and amusement, with his lips uplifted and out stretched from ear to ear. He was pleased, pleased with how the situation had progressed and turned toward his favor finally, that the girl had shown some recognition of what they once shared. Yet another fine boundary had been crossed the night before, bringing them a step closer in spirits and in form.

 

The entire night, he was cocooning her, bringing her under his strong arm and she was all curled up against his chest. His fingers were grazing up and down her spine under her pajamas, just enjoying the velvety texture of her raw skin. Fragmented pictures of their past mating splashed across his mind and he recalled how he had so thoroughly explored her unclothe form in the solace of his ancestral home. She was so flawless and perfect. And she still is, he confirmed.

 

One aspect he wished they had more time developing was their relationship, more on the physical side he was thinking about right now. He had considered their first to be not as wonderful and sweet an experience for the girl as he had hoped it to be. Because of her virgin inhibitions and the inevitable soreness and pain he had brought her, he had concluded that he got a better part of that whole intimate session. Well, more than better actually, it was the best, most imprinting one for him. In the whole course of his youkai life, he had of course dealt with countless demonesses. For those times, it was more of a bodily need for him rather than love.

 

But for Rin, it was an entire different ball game altogether. It was his first time bedding someone he endeared, someone he adored and even for one who was as practiced as he in the art of rutting, it had brought to him a heighten meaning to love making. Moreover, the girl was so innocent, pure and fragile and gosh, she was so damn slick and tight, so much so that he was terribly afraid that he'll hurt her in the midst of fulfilling his own searing desires.

 

If only they had more time, he could help her not to be so embarrassed, so conscious of herself and let go in order to feel more. He would find out more about her preferences too, where she might like him to touch and caress her and vice versa.

 

At this moment, the demon lord found himself restlessly pining for the next night he could be spending with the girl. All the promises, rivalry and uncertainties were hurled to the deepest end of the ocean.

 

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It was a busy and crowded noon time at Wacdonalds and Rin was bobbing her head up, down and sideways making her best efforts to home in on her friends in the messy nests of people gathering all around. A familiar high pitched voice rang out prominently above all the racket.

 

“Rinnnnnnnnnnnn, we're here!” It was most definitely Yumi. Rin spotted her friend, waving and circling both her hands frantically trying to catch her attention.

 

The girl chirpily gave a little hand signal, acknowledging and advanced toward them. As she approached, she realized that the whole gang was already there and they had ordered and started with lunch without her. Apparently, she was the latest.

 

“Hey, you three, how would you start without me?” Rin poked her finger at Uiru, one of the gay brothers accusingly and at the time, binging on their fries unreservedly.

 

“Who ask you to be so late? We all finished rehearsal at the same time you know.” Koji countered. “Where did you disappear to after that?”

 

Rin raised her shoulders slightly and stuck out her tongue in a rather sheepish sort of way. She knew exactly the reason why. Sota had brought her bento, thinking that she might skip her meals again to keep up with her practice schedules again. He had completely forgotten her lunch and movie appointment.

 

He always thought of everything, she mused, simultaneously feeling a hint of remorse that she had abandoned him to finish the two bentos alone.

 

“It's alright,” he had feigned a chuckle before she left to meet Yumi and the others. “I'm starved today.” She was certain he was merely trying to lessen her guilt.

 

“Stop eating my fries! I'll get you your food.” Koji pressed both his palms on the table and supported himself up to his feet. “What do you want? Decide. Quick! Hurry hurry hurry…” It was as if he didn't even want to give her a chance to speak with this endless chanting.

 

Rin was decisive and her response was almost immediate.

 

“Chocolate fudge sundae and Wacnuggets,” She chimed out like a song. “Oh, and orange juice, king size, please.”

 

Everyone at the table squealed and made faces showing their disgust, all faces were contorted and twisted.

 

“Yew, Rin, not your usual again. Nuggets with ice-cream? That's sacrilegious, extremely gross out man,” Yumi thundered her displeasure out front. “Why don't you sit at that table instead? Far away. If not, I might just puke all over you.”

 

The girl begged to defer, “You guys have absolutely no taste. You don't know what you're missing out. Nuggets and ice-cream, they're a perfect combination. Simply heavenly.” She closed her eyes as though picturing herself gorging on them already.

 

Well into their lunch, the four were chatting and the lime light had fallen on Uiru and his not-so romantic encounter.

 

“Uiru, How's that girl Miki? Is she still hounding you?” His elder brother was not really concerned. He was merely saying it teasingly.

 

“Ah!” He caught Yumi's attention alright. “Oh, yes. Miki. Does she know your sex preferences yet? You told her?”

 

“No.” Uiru was not as entertained as the rest. “I mean, how am I supposed to say it?” He tried to fake an example straight away. “Err.. Miki, you're a nice girl but,” he coughed, “but I like err..” He slapped his hand on the chair and exploded, “You see. It's not that easy!”

 

Rin was not that sympathetic. She had always felt that he should not have led that poor infatuated soul on if he harbored no interest whatsoever. The girl can seek other pastures if she was informed as soon as possible.

 

“Uiru, you must tell her soon, no matter how hard. She's so sweet to you, always leaving you bouquets on your piano after EVERY of your recitals. And all the little phone calls. You're taking up too much of her time and effort.” She scolded in a rather gentle tone.

 

Uiru shot the girl an incredulous look and to her surprise, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms scandalously round her.

 

“Well, I'll tell her then that I have someone else in my heart. Her name is Rin and we love each other dearly.” his voice was ticklish and frivolous.

 

“Uiru!” Rin blinked, totally indignant and at the same time, feeling goose pimples rising all over.

 

“Hey, I'm speaking the truth. I'll gladly become a convert if you'd let me,” He lurched up and fluttered his eyelids amorously at the girl.

 

“Ha ha, Uiru, you're one pace too late.” Rin's attention was now smacked shot at Yumi. She rushed up to attempt to stuff a handful of fries into her chubby friend's mouth to silence her, having a hunch ( and a correct one) what she was about to disclose so brainlessly.

 

But she was too late.

 

“Rin belongs to Sota. She's taken already, no longer on the shelf,” Yumi finished while retaliating the not-so-subtle attacks on her by Rin.

 

“Hey! Mind your words! What do you mean by taken?” Rin drew a deep annoying breath. I'm still a virgin. I should be, I think. She finished in her mind but somehow she was unsure, reasons being obvious.

 

“Then, who did that to you?” Yumi pointed at a silvery mark on the girl's neck suspiciously.

 

“Nah, that's what most violinists and violist have. It's the mark of the violin.” Koji debated logically. He was almost correct. Due to the long hours these string players support their instruments under chin, some had developed a sort of bruise on the left side of their throat, much often mistaken as a love bite.

 

Yumi's lips pouted as all fingers were now pointed toward her accusingly. But Uiru had something he wanted to add himself. He beckoned the two overly eager friends to huddle up and they whispered among themselves for a few seconds while Rin peered at them impatiently.

 

“Rin, if you do not fancy the charming cellist, could it be that….” The others were now imitating a drum roll with their straws on the fast food tray. “Could it be that you have someone else in mind?” The feminine guy extended a cup of coke toward the girl like a microphone, as if pretending to interview her.

 

“Is he also from the school?” Yumi was swift to interrupt with her own query.

 

Rin's expressions were one of pure shock.

 

“Ah ha! I just knew it. You do have one! You can't lie with that face.” Uiru declared aloud as he snapped his fingers. “Out with it, girl. Now!”

 

Instantly Rin's face was flushed to an embarrassing red right up to her ears. She gasped silently as she thought of her so-call dream lover.

 

But she wasn't sure if she was in love with him. Moreover, it was all just a dream, she concluded internally, neither aware nor prepared for what fate had installed for her the later part of this lunch session.

 

No, she was determined. There's no way I'm divulging this juicy piece of information. I'll be joked on and ridiculed for at least a month.

 

“No, and I'll only say it once. We're running late. Do you guys want to miss the show?” Rin preferred to direct her attention on finishing her orange juice instead.