InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Guns and Roses, An Assassins' Best Weapon ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: CDsmith 
It is night time at Sesshoumaru's house and all he wants is a little rest and relaxation, but with so many different interuptions, he finds it almost impossible.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.28.2007 | Updated On: 01.28.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 7.3K | Visits: 467 | Status: Work In Progress
It is night time at Sesshoumaru's house and all he wants is a little rest and relaxation, but with so many different interuptions, he finds it almost impossible.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.28.2007 | Updated On: 01.28.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 7.3K | Visits: 467 | Status: Work In Progress
(A/N: OMG! OMG! OMG! It took us FOREVER to get this chapter out! Even though I wrote this chapter a long time ago I just wasn't satisfied and Kenny kept writing and checking and I kept changin' crap. Yeah, but oh well, it's out now. ::WARNING:: TOGA is featured in this chapter! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Remember! That means LOTS of italics and sexual innuendoes and/or just plain and bold SEXUAL comments. ::WARNING::)
Disclaimer: We do not own Inuyasha and crew, but we do own Sesshoumaru's severed arm because he sure as hell doesn't want it! (As seen in Inuyasha Movie III) We also own the woman who Sesshoumaru consistently calls `her'.
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“Read me another,” Rin crooned as she took her huge blanket and positioned it so it covered her completely. She did this so Sesshoumaru would not be able to tuck her in, and if he didn't make sure she was asleep then she would be up all hours of the night causing all kinds of mischief.
She was a very restless child and Sesshoumaru knew that one story would not and could not satisfy her. She was forever curious and each and every story stirred her curiosity. She would ask such questions like “Why was her hair so long?” “Why did she come in and break there furniture? Why steal there food?” “Who sells cows for beans? Couldn't they have just eaten the cow?” So because of all her questions it took him an hour to finish one story. He read her about two more stories and it was way past her bed time and he was more than just tired, he was exhausted.
Sesshoumaru was standing just near her door. He was ready to leave. To jump into his bed and sleep for hours but Rin would undoubtedly awake him from whatever slumber he was in. She did this whenever she herself couldn't go to sleep.
He tilted his head ever so slightly. His golden eyes cold and dark as they always turned when he was annoyed or tired. Right now he was both. “Rin” his voice low and even - and even though he hadn't realized it his voiced dropped an octave. No emotion came from it (Like it ever could).
“Please Dad, can you read me another story?” She still hid under her covers, like a rabbit hiding from a fox in its rabbit hole.
He ran his hands through his silver tresses. He tightly closed his eyes and tried his best to smother the growl that threatened to crawl up from the confines of his throat. His arms dropped to his side, his eyes opened slowly, painfully as if wanting to never open again and be enveloped by the solace of darkness left behind.
He walked over to her bed again. “If I read you one more story do you promise this Sesshoumaru that you will go to bed? Do you also promise that you will stay in bed? Do you also promise not to awaken this Sesshoumaru as he sleeps unless it is very important?”
He stood there waiting, contemplating what her answer might be. He guessed that she was thinking if she would do any of these things for just one story. Just as he thought she was going to decline he heard her voice. It sounded as if she whispered it.
“Okay, fine. I promise.” Her voice was muffled as she spoke from under her covers.
He sat on the edge of the bed and waited ever so patiently for her head to peak up from under her blanket. Surely it did after she safely made sure that it was his weight that dipped a corner of her bed.
She used her blanket to hide the lower portion of her face. Only her eyes showed, softly releasing some of the warmth she felt inside as they shown brightly over her coverlet.
She loved that thick lavender blanket that was covered in pink cherry blossoms and blue butterflies. He knew she loved that blanket for she always slept with it. He assumed she did this for it was the first gift he ever bought her. It just seemed that she showed more love for that blanket then she did for any of her other possessions. And that was a lot considering how many possessions she actually possessed.
Her brown eyes big and glittering she stared at him. He stared back at her silently pondering about why she only showed half of her face throughout the whole night.
“Aren't you going to read the story to me?” She still kept her voice at a whisper.
“Aren't you going to remove the blanket from your face?”
Rin shook her head vigorously. “No. If I do than you'll see that I'm smiling - and grandfather told me that if I frown the `thing' will devour my smile if it sees it.” Rin had a wild imagination, and such things being told to a child like her could really do damage mentally. Damn Toga for telling her those stories. These were the same stories that he told Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru when they were also children. But, of course, Sesshoumaru being the way that he was, he usually challenged such stories with logic and frowned as much as he could as a child, and of course nothing happened.
He reached out and grabbed for the blanket, pulling it down enough to see her face. As she said, she was definitely frowning. “Now it will eat my smile!” Rin exclaimed with much fear as her frown deepened.
Sesshoumaru rubbed his temples. “This Sesshoumaru will not let the `thing' eat your smile. A frown is just an upside-down smile, so wouldn't it make sense that it would eat that also?”
Rin seemed to think this over as she pulled her blanket over her head for a moment and reemerged only seconds later. Seeing that what he said did make much sense she smiled a big toothy smile, but just as quickly her hands came up to cover her mouth. “Now it will eat my smile because I am smiling!”
Sesshoumaru removed her small hands form her face and a distant sparkle appeared in his eyes. “There is no such `thing' that would devour a part of your face just because of the way you contort it. Now, do you wish for me to tell you a story?” He pretended to release an exasperated sigh just to make her believe that he was somewhat angry. But then, his attempt only failed as the tongue-curling yawn of a lion quickly removed his earlier defense in its place.
The smile that he knew far too well appeared on her features. Like a puzzle piece that had been lost and now found her smile completed her goof-ish look and brought out her true picture. She nodded, her dark locks bouncing with the intensity of her enthusiastic nods.
“What story are you going to read to me now?” She began to bite the bottom of her lip eagerly as she waited patiently for Sesshoumaru's reply.
He was still very tired and he knew that his eyes wouldn't allow him to read another book tonight, so he decided to tell her a story from off the top of his head.
He thought about what stories he actually knew by memory. His father had told him a lot of stories as a child, though, some were just too inappropriate for Rin. But in the end, he decided on one told to him by his father anyway when he didn't have women and sex on his mind. Which, Sesshoumaru had to admit, was quite rare.
“The Boy Who Could Not Die.”
Rin gave Sesshoumaru a very perplexed look. “Huh?” was the only thing that she could say.
He put his index finger to his lips, motioning for her to be quiet. He was ready to tell Rin the story that was passed down from generation to generation in his family - or at least…that's what Toga said.
“Once upon a time, in a kingdom of darkness, there lived a very, very poor family. The husband and his wife and their two children. Their names are of no significance. Plus, I can't seem to remember their names at the moment. One day, as the wife strolled through the forest in search of things she could feed her family she came upon an old hag. The hag gave her a tiny sack of beans and told her that if she wished to have wealth and happiness for her family, than she would have to eat the entire contents of the bag.”
“Is she going to bury the beans so that a bean-stalk grows, and then, is she going to steal from a giant?” Rin cried out with questioning eyes.
Sesshoumaru's only reply was the raising of his index finger to his lips, gesturing for her to be quiet again. “Where was I…? Oh yes, now I remember. She hesitated and debated in her mind whether or not if she should eat the entire contents of the pouch. And then, after a while she just decided to eat them anyway. When she was finished eating the beans the old woman was gone. Once the beans were consumed and the woman was gone, her stomach grew to a large proportion as if she were pregnant. She didn't know how it happened, and it was too late for questions because she gave birth right then and there in the forest.
The newborn grew at an incredible rate into a teenage human boy right in front of her very eyes. But, since this story is so long I will shorten it. In about three weeks the boy became an amazing samurai, and ever since he was never able to die so he never lost a battle. He became wealthy, as did his mother and their family… The end. Now go to sleep.”
“But…but…” Rin stuttered.
Sesshoumaru stood and looked down at the child who tried to think of a way to stay up later than her bedtime. He had a feeling that she would do that. “Rin…” Sesshoumaru warned as he dropped his voice an octave.
Rin managed to let a yawn escape her lips as she curled under her blanket to ready herself for sleep. “Dad,” she gently said when she was fully covered with her blanket.
“Yes?” The coldness of his voice had left.
“Can you get Jaken so he can sleep with me?”
A growl emitted from Sesshoumaru's throat. He hadn't meant to growl…it just happened. Out of all of the things that he could not stand in the world, that damned frog…toad…whatever the hell it was, was on the top of the list. Rin didn't like dogs. Rin didn't like cats, but for some reason she seemed to like distorted looking deformed amphibian like creatures. And of all the names to give a demonic looking frog…toad…whatever the hell it was, she had to give it a name like Jaken (Cruel/Unkind).
Sesshoumaru ran the reasons over and over in his head why Rin couldn't sleep with that loathsome creature. He finally came up with the best reason that suited him. It seemed quite ridiculous, but what did he care? As long as Rin believed him, than he would use it.
“Rin, didn't you know that if you let…what Jaken is…sleep in a bed it will die? Only because things like Jaken are naturally allergic to blankets and beds. Therefore, if you wish for Jaken to be living tomorrow, you'll let him stay in his tank.” Sesshoumaru turned to leave, satisfied with the rationalization that he had given to Rin.
“But…that doesn't make any sense.” Her small voice quickly brought him back to the reality in which it was true that the explanation that he had given could not satisfy the curiosity of a child like Rin.
“Yes it does,” was his quick reply. “Trust me when I say that he will die.”
That was the last thing he said before walking over to her bedroom door. He turned once more to see her staring at him with those glittering brown eyes. She gave him a small smile before completely tucking herself under her covers again.
“And I mean it, Rin. He will die.”
The soft giggle that emitted from the human-shaped lump under the blanket reached his ears, curving his lips into a slight smile. “I mean it, Rin.”
“Okay, Okay.” Rin muttered once more through soft giggles. Sesshoumaru muttered a soft good night before turning off her bedroom light and walking out of her room, closing the door behind him.
He really hoped that she would stay asleep for he only wanted to sleep himself. And he hoped that none of the distractions in his life would dare wake him from his slumber for he planned to sleep for hours upon hours. After all, it was the weekend. Rin didn't have any school and he didn't need to go to the office unless he chose to. He already knew that he wouldn't choose to go to the office and be sexually harassed by that wench Kagura, and he definitely didn't wish to get those very distracting calls from his father, listening to the same things over and over again - sex, sex, women, orgy, sex. Damn, he has such a one-track-mind!
`I still can't believe that that man is still successful and is idolized by so many others. If they knew how playful, perverted and over-exaggerated he really was then their respect for him would totally diminish.' Though Sesshoumaru did have to admit that behind the perverted layer of his father there lay a very intelligent and serious man. But of course, Sesshoumaru had yet to see this.
Sesshoumaru walked around his vast home, checking to see if all of the doors were locked and if the windows were closed. He didn't want anyone breaking in, now did he? Yes, he knew he was very paranoid, but truthfully couldn't help it. All those years with Roses had done that to him.
When he had left them he was always so use to keeping his doors unlocked when he terribly wanted for a burglar to break in so he could, well…kill them. But, it never happened even once, and now that he had a daughter it would be absurd to leave the doors and windows open, seeking danger.
His nightly routine became even harder tonight. He was exhausted after all. Not only that, but his headache seemed to get worse with each step taken. As if on a reflex his fingers went to his temples, massaging them to release his stresses.
A growl emerged from the deep recesses of his throat. He must have rubbed his temples twenty times today.
He walked to his kitchen - his fingers still on his temples. He growled again, which only came out like a muffled scream. The headache seemed to subside only for a moment, giving Sesshoumaru some time to think about anything to distract him from how tired he was - and how somewhat ill he was becoming.
He didn't like being this sleepy. It did not suit him well at all. If he hadn't tired himself out at the office today he would have read Rin three more stories. He was a good story-teller, unlike his father. He wouldn't know a good story if it came and hit him upside the head with a sledgehammer. His stories were just never appropriate for children. The whole story-telling scene with him and Rin brought back old memories of childhood. Him, wanting to be told a story because just like Rin, when he was younger he liked to hear stories too.
There was one incident that Sesshoumaru remembered too clearly. He was seven-years-old and he couldn't go to sleep (like Rin he was a very restless child). He went to go find his father, who could always be found in his private study late at night devouring thick novels and drinking old, expensive wine.
He knew that it was a bad idea, but he really wanted to go to sleep. Past experiences told him this would be a bad idea, but he really hoped that this story wouldn't be like the rest.
“I can't sleep,” Sesshoumaru's voice was somewhat high-pitched and held a feminine quality like most boys of young age had, except his held barely any emotion.
Looking over the bridge of his reading glasses, Toga nodded approvingly. He closed his book abruptly, placing it on the end-table next to him. Taking off his reading glasses to reveal bright golden eyes, he rested his glasses on top of the book that rested on the end-table. In his right hand, his wine still remained half-full.
“So which story do you wish for me to tell you?”
Sesshoumaru opened his mouth to answer, but his father quickly cut him off. “Do you wish for me to tell you Little Red Riding Whore, The Three Geishas, Goldilocks and the Three Ninjas or Sleeping Beauty?”
Sesshoumaru contemplated each title and its meaning in his head. All the titles seemed to have some perverse meaning behind them, so he chose the story that seemed most innocent. “Sleeping Beauty.”
“Okay…Goldilocks and the Three Ninjas it is.”
“No, I said Sleeping Beauty,” Sesshoumaru rejected with pieces of anger lacing his voice.
Toga let out a short humorless chuckle. “And now, I will tell you Goldilocks and the Three Ninjas.”
Toga cleared his throat. Opening his mouth to begin he was quickly interrupted by Sesshoumaru. “I think I'm sleepy again. Good night, Father.” Sesshoumaru let out a yawn to make his claim more believable. Without another word, he stood to leave, but was stopped by his father's booming voice commanding him to sit.
“But, Father…” Sesshoumaru said as sweetly as his voice could muster.
“Sit down now, Sesshoumaru. I promise that this story will be very entertaining.”
Sesshoumaru noticed that he emphasized on the word `very', and then he noticed the slight smile on his father's lips. `Yes, this would be entertaining to him and very uncomfortable for me,' Sesshoumaru thought as he positioned himself to sit in front of his father again.
“Okay, now where was I…? Oh yes… There was once a girl named…uh…um…” Toga began thinking this over, seeming to realize that he forgot the main character's name.
Sesshoumaru interrupted his thoughts, “Her name is Goldilocks, remember? Her name is in the title,” Sesshoumaru said as though he were bored with the story already.
“Oh yes!” Toga said as though the name just came to him. “Now I have to start all over again.” Taking a slight sip of his wine, he began again.
`Would he just hurry up?' Sesshoumaru thought as he waited impatiently.
“Once upon a time,” he began, “there was a girl - I mean woman - named Goldilocks, or Goldi for short. She would merrily skip around the forest in her mini, mini, mini skirt and her belly top as her breasts joyfully jiggled to her stride. And it wasn't a little bounce; she had HUGE boobs so when she skipped they went EVERYWHERE!” Toga made a gesture with his arms to demonstrate how big her breasts were.
Sesshoumaru showed his disgust with a long, exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes and kicking himself mentally. `And I actually believed that he wouldn't be perverted,' Sesshoumaru thought as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Before Toga could continue Sesshoumaru cut in, “Father, was she not wearing a brassiere?”
He cleared his throat, “If she was wearing a bra there would be no fun in her bounce.”
Sesshoumaru opened his mouth to tell his father how disgusted he was, but he didn't get a chance to for Toga just continued on with the story. “So, one day as she and her HUGE breasts - which, I forgot to mention, are named Betty and Bob. Well, anyway, as she and her huge boobs bounced joyously through the forest she came upon a small house. What she didn't know was that three very strong ninjas lived there and that their kunais hadn't seen any action in a very long time. Lucky for her, they were out doing ninja stuff. This gave her the perfect opportunity to look around their home. The first thing she came upon when she entered were the three bowls laid on the dining room table. Each contained whipped cream that was topped by a strawberry dipped in chocolate.”
Sesshoumaru interrupted his father again, “Um…first off, they were bears - not ninjas. And second off, it was porridge - not whipped cream with strawberries dipped in chocolate. You have this story all wrong. And where in the world did you get ninjas from!?”
Toga took another sip of his wine, totally dismissing his son's complaints. “As I was saying… There were the three bowls, and she was quite hungry - for everyone knows that big-breasted dumb girls survive on whipped cream, chocolate and strawberries. The first bowl she ate was terrible. The strawberry was spoiled and the whipped cream was too. Not only that, but the chocolate was sugar-free. In the second bowl the strawberry, whipped cream and chocolate were so cold that it made her nipples hard. But, the last bowl was just right.
After eating all of those bowls of whipped cream topped with a strawberry dipped in chocolate she became very messy, so she decided to take a shower. In the first shower, the water pressure was way too soft, and it barely sprinkled anything on her naked body. In the second shower, the water pressure was so hard that it gave her an orgasm. But, in the third shower the water pressure was just right.”
Sesshoumaru, again, interrupted his father with another complaint, “Father I find it quite ridiculous that you would say that big-breasted women survive only on whipped cream, chocolate and strawberries alone. That's not a healthy diet at all - and I'm sure that eating such foods will not get a person as messy as you proclaimed.” Sesshoumaru, content with what he said, nodded negatively at his father's so called `intellectual' statements.
“You can't say such things, Sesshoumaru, because how many big-breasted women do you know?”
Sesshoumaru thought this over for a second before his father interrupted his thoughts, “None! That's what I thought. As I was saying, when she finished showering and realized that all of her day's activities of skipping and the jiggling of her breast and the eating and the shower and the orgasms that she was really tired. So, she searched around the house - completely naked to add. She searched around the house until she found a bedroom with three beds. The first bed was too soft and every time she laid on it she sank to the floor. The second bed, on the other hand, was too hard. Not only did it hurt her young, supple body, but it hurt her squeezable tender breasts as well.”
Toga took a short pause for a moment before he continued.
“And last, but not least, the third bed, which was just right. So she slept in it…naked…while touching herself.” Sesshoumaru stood and turned to leave. “But I'm not finished!”
Sesshoumaru turned to stare at his father. “I already know how it ends. The bears…I mean…ninjas come home and chase her away, right?”
Toga lightly chuckled before he answered, “Actually, no. That's not what happens at all.”
Sesshoumaru's curiosity was biting away at him. He decided to stay because he did want to know what happened. Maybe the story wouldn't have a perverted ending after all, and besides it wasn't like he wasn't used to his father talking about such things anyway. He sat back in front of his father and waited for him to finish his story.
“Like you said Sesshoumaru, the ninjas came back home from doing ninja stuff and found her sleeping in one of their beds. But, they didn't chase her away. Instead, they punished her with ninja S/M, but she found it quite pleasurable, so then they each put their kunai to work on her. The first ninja used his kunai on her softly. The second ninja used his kunai on her roughly. And the third ninja used his kunai on her just right. Then they all used their kunais on her until she screamed NINJA. The end.”
The expression on the young face of Sesshoumaru was of complete mortification. And to believe that he actually thought that the story wouldn't end in such a perverted way!
Toga stood and walked to Sesshoumaru who still looked shocked - mouth hanging open and eyes blinking rapidly as if trying to dispel a certain image from his young mind. Toga leaned down slightly to peer at Sesshoumaru. He ruffled his hair before standing straight up again.
“That story wasn't so bad. Now was it?” Sesshoumaru, still frozen in shock, sat there unable to answer. “Well, good night, Sesshoumaru! Sweet dreams,” was the last thing he said before he left his study and left Sesshoumaru there, still in a stunned daze.
Sesshoumaru knew that he shouldn't have thought over incidents of the past involving his father. Especially since such incidents could be as overly disturbing as that one.
The pain in his head began to rise, causing him to rub his temples again. His steps reflected his exhaustion, seemingly slow and deliberate as he made his way across the kitchen's marble floor. His eyelids remained half open as his fingers continued to rub in circular motions on his temples, trying to ease the pain spreading through his cranium.
He finally decided to abandon his attempt of trying to relieve his excruciating headache as he proceeded to make his way toward his refrigerator. His hand grasped around the cold handle, swiftly pulling the double-doors of the refrigerator open before him. He began to examine the contents of his refrigerator full of food that he hadn't touched and leftovers that Rin hadn't finished. He made a mental note to dispose of the food later, and to let Rin know that she had to finish her meals.
After a minute or so of searching behind fruit juices, produce and unwanted food, he finally found what he was looking for. Reaching deeper into the fridge, he grabbed the cold bottle of water.
Sesshoumaru closed the fridge door behind him with a hard slam. Walking towards his kitchen island Sesshoumaru began to feel as though his legs were each weighed down by lead making every step even slower and harder to take. When he reached his island he laid the bottle of water on the counter. All he needed now was the aspirin and then this agonizing pain would be over.
His hands went into his pocket in search of the small bottle of aspirin.
`After I take this I am going to bed,' he announced quietly to himself as he continued on with his search. He made a sigh of relief when his hand finally brushed against hard plastic.
Sesshoumaru took the aspirin bottle out of his pocket, holding it within his hand for a moment before unscrewing the top. He dropped two of the tablets into his palm and quickly popped them into his mouth.
He took the bottle of water off of the counter, putting it to his lips and letting the cool water slide down his throat - bringing the capsules with it.
He stood there for a moment and drank down the water, choosing not to waste it and after a couple of minutes his headache began to subside. When it did it was only slightly. His headache was still intense, but some of the pressure was relinquished. He decided that it was time to go to bed and that maybe a few long hours of sleep would calm his nerves and cure his insufferable headache.
Sesshoumaru began to walk out of his kitchen when the sound of his cell phone reached his ears. “I'm just hearing things because I'm tired,” he announced to himself as he proceeded to walk out of his kitchen. The ringing abruptly stopped only to start up again. He sighed heavily before walking back into his kitchen. There the cell phone lay on his counter.
How he wanted to shoot the damn thing with who knows how many bullets! All he knew was that when he was finished shooting it no one would be able to tell it was once a cell phone. He stared down at the small appliance watching as it rang and vibrated all over the counter. It again stopped only to start up again. He contemplated whether or not to answer it.
Sesshoumaru released a heavy sigh. For some reason he knew that if he tried to ignore the call it would continuously ring. He decided that it would be best if he just answered the damn thing.
A sensual and velvety toned voice, obviously belonging to a woman was heard over the receiver. He really hoped that maybe his ears were playing tricks on him. He was sleepy after all, and maybe it wouldn't be who he thought it was because if it was, then this would just not be his day.
“¿Le sé yo?” He asked in Spanish. Hopefully whomever it was on the other end of the line would state that they didn't speak the language and would hang up the phone.
“¿Tú me se olvidó ya?” was her quick reply, confirming his suspicion of who it really was.
Sesshoumaru didn't know what to say and right now he was screaming internally, the Kamis must hate me! He finally spoke, “How did you get this number?” His voice betrayed his usually calm exterior. He was angry, and it showed clearly through his voice.
A silky emotionless chuckle resounded over the receiver. “I didn't think that if I called that you'd question me like this.”
He had wanted to end the call as soon as he had heard who it was on the other line of the receiver, but instead he just stood there - his cell phone clutched in his hand as he tried to steady his breathing which just continued to quicken with the beat of his own heart. She kept talking, but he couldn't seem to understand anything that she was saying. Each word she spoke sounded as if they were tied together by a single red string, which brought images of the past and her into his mind.
The last words that she said brought him out of his reverie, “How about we see each other again? It's been so long, and I really did miss you.”
He couldn't recall the last time he had seen her, but he knew for a fact that he did not want to. Or did he…? No, he didn't want to see her at all. He was a very busy man with a very complex life, and he didn't want her back in it. He doubted she had the slightest idea of how much he detested her.
He wanted to say something. He was going to say something. Anything. But most of all he wanted to tell her that seeing her was out of the question, though he found that he wasn't able to say so.
Even if he did deny her offer of them seeing each other again, he knew for a fact that she would not take no for an answer. Even if he were to sugar-code the no with “maybe we can see each other some other time,” he knew it would work to no avail. “Tomorrow night…” was his forced reply. It took everything out of him to agree to her wishes, but he knew that with this agreement that this unsettling conversation would finally come to an end.
“At your place,” she added.
“But, you don't know where I live.” A small giggle was the last thing he heard before the call was ended.
His thoughts ran with questions such as, `What the hell was I thinking?' and, `Why did I plan to see her?' There was no answer because truthfully he did not know the answers to his own proverbial questions.
Turning the cell phone off and resting it back on the island, Sesshoumaru debated with himself whether or not agreeing to see her was really that bad of an idea.
His bare feet padded across the kitchen floor again as he headed toward his bedroom - his only sanctuary at times like these. Walking down the hallway, he came upon the flight of stairs that would lead him to his room.
He walked silently, thinking to himself as each foot brought him up the stairway. His headache was still present and he was still feeling slightly ill, but for some reason all he could think of was the mistake he had made. He had only agreed to see her after all, yet he felt as though he had done much, much more than that - making it seem like there would be a ghastly outcome.
It was as if he had opened a wound - a wound that was his old life. One that he had thought he had healed. It was a life that he had grown accustom to - the life that she was once part of, even though he didn't want her to be.
Stepping off of the last step he walked down the hallway pass doors and rooms before he finally came upon his own. He opened the door before him to peer within a room engulfed in darkness. He walked deeper into the room, closing the door behind him. His main goal for the entire night was to crawl into his bed and sleep for hours, but right now he was unsure if he could do that.
Lazily and without energy, he began to strip himself of his clothing, tossing them on his floor. He was completely bare now except for the boxers that he wore underneath his clothing.
Sesshoumaru was definitely tired, but no, he would not let his fatigue stop him now and make him carelessly drop to the floor before finally reaching the warmth of his bed, lavished with comforting pillows and sheets to curl up in. He would just have to summon up his strength. But, that was only if he could just get his feet to move a little further.
On steps that seemed to not be his own, he reached the edge of his bed. And then, without further delays in his quest for a sleepy nirvana, he crawled into his sheets, immediately letting sleep claim his tired eyes.
*****
His mind swam with dreams of nothingness - a dark absolution. It was a dream that he was very much used to having.
The slight sound of the door squeaking on its hinges bolted him from his sleep. He could hear the light footsteps on his wooden floor as the intruder walked closer to his bed. He had told Rin to let him sleep, but it seems that she didn't listen. How that little girl could be so hard-headed!
He felt a dip in his bed as she lay next to him and even though he was already awake he refused to open his eyes. “Go back to bed, Rin.” His voice came out huskier than he expected.
A short giggle resounded from the intruder.
“I mean it.”
The covers shifted off of him, but only slightly before Rin decided to get under the covers with him, which he knew for a fact she would never do. She always brought that blanket with her wherever she would sleep.
He felt the soft mounds of its breast rub against the hardness of his muscular back. Either Rin had just reached full puberty in the span of three hours or his house was haunted and a ghost was now spooning him. “Rin?” he asked, unsure if it was who he thought it was.
Another giggle could be heard, low and sensual. Her hands began to travel under the covers to rest on his toned stomach, then to travel low, and even lower until she found what she was looking for. Sesshoumaru jumped out of his bed. His eyes scanned his room, but all he could see was the inky darkness left in front of his eyes.
He reached out for his lamp which lay upon the bedside table next to his bed. When he flicked the switch illumination partially flooded his room. A wave of emotion washed over him, chilling his bones when he realized who it actually was who invaded his room. It wasn't Rin thankfully, but it was her.
“What the hell are you doing here?” His voice rose with anger, almost to the point of yelling.
She just simply smiled as her eyes began to scan his almost bare form. “Well didn't you miss me?” Her voice came out in low sensual purrs eliciting shivers up and down his spine.
He shot a hateful glare at her in hopes that she would get the point and leave, but she didn't, she just laid there in her red lingerie which didn't hide any bit of flesh from his view. He had to admit that time had not altered her features at all. She still had long, wavy burgundy hair reaching her hips and her eyes were still the same wine colored brown, reminding him of the colors of the finest wine that he had ever experienced drinking. Even though he detested her, he couldn't lie, she was amazingly beautiful.
“I haven't seen you in so long and this is how you greet me? With questions!? I don't even know why the hell I came here in the first place! If I knew you would act this way I would have stayed in Italy!” Her voice rose with every word and he could just feel the headache beginning to creep back into his skull as her voice began to rise and rise. “Well aren't you going to say anything, Risto!?”
He had to muster up all of his strength not to explode and let the strings of spiteful words flow out of his mouth.
“Aristo?” She had lowered her voice now and sounded sweet and gentle, but he knew that it was just an act. “Well aren't you going to say anything to me?”
He glowered at her with hate still fresh and burning in his eyes and with skills that were honed over the years, he pushed his burning anger down. “Crimson, get out of my house. Now.”
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Just to let you know, I am still very sorry that this chapter came out so late. I also wanted to put up a ramble(like the one in the last chapter), but I didn't. Also, concerning the hispanic spoken earlier on hear are the translations: “¿Le sé yo?” - "Do I know you?" and “¿Tú me se olvidó ya?” - "You forgot me already?"
Disclaimer: We do not own Inuyasha and crew, but we do own Sesshoumaru's severed arm because he sure as hell doesn't want it! (As seen in Inuyasha Movie III) We also own the woman who Sesshoumaru consistently calls `her'.
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“Read me another,” Rin crooned as she took her huge blanket and positioned it so it covered her completely. She did this so Sesshoumaru would not be able to tuck her in, and if he didn't make sure she was asleep then she would be up all hours of the night causing all kinds of mischief.
She was a very restless child and Sesshoumaru knew that one story would not and could not satisfy her. She was forever curious and each and every story stirred her curiosity. She would ask such questions like “Why was her hair so long?” “Why did she come in and break there furniture? Why steal there food?” “Who sells cows for beans? Couldn't they have just eaten the cow?” So because of all her questions it took him an hour to finish one story. He read her about two more stories and it was way past her bed time and he was more than just tired, he was exhausted.
Sesshoumaru was standing just near her door. He was ready to leave. To jump into his bed and sleep for hours but Rin would undoubtedly awake him from whatever slumber he was in. She did this whenever she herself couldn't go to sleep.
He tilted his head ever so slightly. His golden eyes cold and dark as they always turned when he was annoyed or tired. Right now he was both. “Rin” his voice low and even - and even though he hadn't realized it his voiced dropped an octave. No emotion came from it (Like it ever could).
“Please Dad, can you read me another story?” She still hid under her covers, like a rabbit hiding from a fox in its rabbit hole.
He ran his hands through his silver tresses. He tightly closed his eyes and tried his best to smother the growl that threatened to crawl up from the confines of his throat. His arms dropped to his side, his eyes opened slowly, painfully as if wanting to never open again and be enveloped by the solace of darkness left behind.
He walked over to her bed again. “If I read you one more story do you promise this Sesshoumaru that you will go to bed? Do you also promise that you will stay in bed? Do you also promise not to awaken this Sesshoumaru as he sleeps unless it is very important?”
He stood there waiting, contemplating what her answer might be. He guessed that she was thinking if she would do any of these things for just one story. Just as he thought she was going to decline he heard her voice. It sounded as if she whispered it.
“Okay, fine. I promise.” Her voice was muffled as she spoke from under her covers.
He sat on the edge of the bed and waited ever so patiently for her head to peak up from under her blanket. Surely it did after she safely made sure that it was his weight that dipped a corner of her bed.
She used her blanket to hide the lower portion of her face. Only her eyes showed, softly releasing some of the warmth she felt inside as they shown brightly over her coverlet.
She loved that thick lavender blanket that was covered in pink cherry blossoms and blue butterflies. He knew she loved that blanket for she always slept with it. He assumed she did this for it was the first gift he ever bought her. It just seemed that she showed more love for that blanket then she did for any of her other possessions. And that was a lot considering how many possessions she actually possessed.
Her brown eyes big and glittering she stared at him. He stared back at her silently pondering about why she only showed half of her face throughout the whole night.
“Aren't you going to read the story to me?” She still kept her voice at a whisper.
“Aren't you going to remove the blanket from your face?”
Rin shook her head vigorously. “No. If I do than you'll see that I'm smiling - and grandfather told me that if I frown the `thing' will devour my smile if it sees it.” Rin had a wild imagination, and such things being told to a child like her could really do damage mentally. Damn Toga for telling her those stories. These were the same stories that he told Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru when they were also children. But, of course, Sesshoumaru being the way that he was, he usually challenged such stories with logic and frowned as much as he could as a child, and of course nothing happened.
He reached out and grabbed for the blanket, pulling it down enough to see her face. As she said, she was definitely frowning. “Now it will eat my smile!” Rin exclaimed with much fear as her frown deepened.
Sesshoumaru rubbed his temples. “This Sesshoumaru will not let the `thing' eat your smile. A frown is just an upside-down smile, so wouldn't it make sense that it would eat that also?”
Rin seemed to think this over as she pulled her blanket over her head for a moment and reemerged only seconds later. Seeing that what he said did make much sense she smiled a big toothy smile, but just as quickly her hands came up to cover her mouth. “Now it will eat my smile because I am smiling!”
Sesshoumaru removed her small hands form her face and a distant sparkle appeared in his eyes. “There is no such `thing' that would devour a part of your face just because of the way you contort it. Now, do you wish for me to tell you a story?” He pretended to release an exasperated sigh just to make her believe that he was somewhat angry. But then, his attempt only failed as the tongue-curling yawn of a lion quickly removed his earlier defense in its place.
The smile that he knew far too well appeared on her features. Like a puzzle piece that had been lost and now found her smile completed her goof-ish look and brought out her true picture. She nodded, her dark locks bouncing with the intensity of her enthusiastic nods.
“What story are you going to read to me now?” She began to bite the bottom of her lip eagerly as she waited patiently for Sesshoumaru's reply.
He was still very tired and he knew that his eyes wouldn't allow him to read another book tonight, so he decided to tell her a story from off the top of his head.
He thought about what stories he actually knew by memory. His father had told him a lot of stories as a child, though, some were just too inappropriate for Rin. But in the end, he decided on one told to him by his father anyway when he didn't have women and sex on his mind. Which, Sesshoumaru had to admit, was quite rare.
“The Boy Who Could Not Die.”
Rin gave Sesshoumaru a very perplexed look. “Huh?” was the only thing that she could say.
He put his index finger to his lips, motioning for her to be quiet. He was ready to tell Rin the story that was passed down from generation to generation in his family - or at least…that's what Toga said.
“Once upon a time, in a kingdom of darkness, there lived a very, very poor family. The husband and his wife and their two children. Their names are of no significance. Plus, I can't seem to remember their names at the moment. One day, as the wife strolled through the forest in search of things she could feed her family she came upon an old hag. The hag gave her a tiny sack of beans and told her that if she wished to have wealth and happiness for her family, than she would have to eat the entire contents of the bag.”
“Is she going to bury the beans so that a bean-stalk grows, and then, is she going to steal from a giant?” Rin cried out with questioning eyes.
Sesshoumaru's only reply was the raising of his index finger to his lips, gesturing for her to be quiet again. “Where was I…? Oh yes, now I remember. She hesitated and debated in her mind whether or not if she should eat the entire contents of the pouch. And then, after a while she just decided to eat them anyway. When she was finished eating the beans the old woman was gone. Once the beans were consumed and the woman was gone, her stomach grew to a large proportion as if she were pregnant. She didn't know how it happened, and it was too late for questions because she gave birth right then and there in the forest.
The newborn grew at an incredible rate into a teenage human boy right in front of her very eyes. But, since this story is so long I will shorten it. In about three weeks the boy became an amazing samurai, and ever since he was never able to die so he never lost a battle. He became wealthy, as did his mother and their family… The end. Now go to sleep.”
“But…but…” Rin stuttered.
Sesshoumaru stood and looked down at the child who tried to think of a way to stay up later than her bedtime. He had a feeling that she would do that. “Rin…” Sesshoumaru warned as he dropped his voice an octave.
Rin managed to let a yawn escape her lips as she curled under her blanket to ready herself for sleep. “Dad,” she gently said when she was fully covered with her blanket.
“Yes?” The coldness of his voice had left.
“Can you get Jaken so he can sleep with me?”
A growl emitted from Sesshoumaru's throat. He hadn't meant to growl…it just happened. Out of all of the things that he could not stand in the world, that damned frog…toad…whatever the hell it was, was on the top of the list. Rin didn't like dogs. Rin didn't like cats, but for some reason she seemed to like distorted looking deformed amphibian like creatures. And of all the names to give a demonic looking frog…toad…whatever the hell it was, she had to give it a name like Jaken (Cruel/Unkind).
Sesshoumaru ran the reasons over and over in his head why Rin couldn't sleep with that loathsome creature. He finally came up with the best reason that suited him. It seemed quite ridiculous, but what did he care? As long as Rin believed him, than he would use it.
“Rin, didn't you know that if you let…what Jaken is…sleep in a bed it will die? Only because things like Jaken are naturally allergic to blankets and beds. Therefore, if you wish for Jaken to be living tomorrow, you'll let him stay in his tank.” Sesshoumaru turned to leave, satisfied with the rationalization that he had given to Rin.
“But…that doesn't make any sense.” Her small voice quickly brought him back to the reality in which it was true that the explanation that he had given could not satisfy the curiosity of a child like Rin.
“Yes it does,” was his quick reply. “Trust me when I say that he will die.”
That was the last thing he said before walking over to her bedroom door. He turned once more to see her staring at him with those glittering brown eyes. She gave him a small smile before completely tucking herself under her covers again.
“And I mean it, Rin. He will die.”
The soft giggle that emitted from the human-shaped lump under the blanket reached his ears, curving his lips into a slight smile. “I mean it, Rin.”
“Okay, Okay.” Rin muttered once more through soft giggles. Sesshoumaru muttered a soft good night before turning off her bedroom light and walking out of her room, closing the door behind him.
He really hoped that she would stay asleep for he only wanted to sleep himself. And he hoped that none of the distractions in his life would dare wake him from his slumber for he planned to sleep for hours upon hours. After all, it was the weekend. Rin didn't have any school and he didn't need to go to the office unless he chose to. He already knew that he wouldn't choose to go to the office and be sexually harassed by that wench Kagura, and he definitely didn't wish to get those very distracting calls from his father, listening to the same things over and over again - sex, sex, women, orgy, sex. Damn, he has such a one-track-mind!
`I still can't believe that that man is still successful and is idolized by so many others. If they knew how playful, perverted and over-exaggerated he really was then their respect for him would totally diminish.' Though Sesshoumaru did have to admit that behind the perverted layer of his father there lay a very intelligent and serious man. But of course, Sesshoumaru had yet to see this.
Sesshoumaru walked around his vast home, checking to see if all of the doors were locked and if the windows were closed. He didn't want anyone breaking in, now did he? Yes, he knew he was very paranoid, but truthfully couldn't help it. All those years with Roses had done that to him.
When he had left them he was always so use to keeping his doors unlocked when he terribly wanted for a burglar to break in so he could, well…kill them. But, it never happened even once, and now that he had a daughter it would be absurd to leave the doors and windows open, seeking danger.
His nightly routine became even harder tonight. He was exhausted after all. Not only that, but his headache seemed to get worse with each step taken. As if on a reflex his fingers went to his temples, massaging them to release his stresses.
A growl emerged from the deep recesses of his throat. He must have rubbed his temples twenty times today.
He walked to his kitchen - his fingers still on his temples. He growled again, which only came out like a muffled scream. The headache seemed to subside only for a moment, giving Sesshoumaru some time to think about anything to distract him from how tired he was - and how somewhat ill he was becoming.
He didn't like being this sleepy. It did not suit him well at all. If he hadn't tired himself out at the office today he would have read Rin three more stories. He was a good story-teller, unlike his father. He wouldn't know a good story if it came and hit him upside the head with a sledgehammer. His stories were just never appropriate for children. The whole story-telling scene with him and Rin brought back old memories of childhood. Him, wanting to be told a story because just like Rin, when he was younger he liked to hear stories too.
There was one incident that Sesshoumaru remembered too clearly. He was seven-years-old and he couldn't go to sleep (like Rin he was a very restless child). He went to go find his father, who could always be found in his private study late at night devouring thick novels and drinking old, expensive wine.
He knew that it was a bad idea, but he really wanted to go to sleep. Past experiences told him this would be a bad idea, but he really hoped that this story wouldn't be like the rest.
“I can't sleep,” Sesshoumaru's voice was somewhat high-pitched and held a feminine quality like most boys of young age had, except his held barely any emotion.
Looking over the bridge of his reading glasses, Toga nodded approvingly. He closed his book abruptly, placing it on the end-table next to him. Taking off his reading glasses to reveal bright golden eyes, he rested his glasses on top of the book that rested on the end-table. In his right hand, his wine still remained half-full.
“So which story do you wish for me to tell you?”
Sesshoumaru opened his mouth to answer, but his father quickly cut him off. “Do you wish for me to tell you Little Red Riding Whore, The Three Geishas, Goldilocks and the Three Ninjas or Sleeping Beauty?”
Sesshoumaru contemplated each title and its meaning in his head. All the titles seemed to have some perverse meaning behind them, so he chose the story that seemed most innocent. “Sleeping Beauty.”
“Okay…Goldilocks and the Three Ninjas it is.”
“No, I said Sleeping Beauty,” Sesshoumaru rejected with pieces of anger lacing his voice.
Toga let out a short humorless chuckle. “And now, I will tell you Goldilocks and the Three Ninjas.”
Toga cleared his throat. Opening his mouth to begin he was quickly interrupted by Sesshoumaru. “I think I'm sleepy again. Good night, Father.” Sesshoumaru let out a yawn to make his claim more believable. Without another word, he stood to leave, but was stopped by his father's booming voice commanding him to sit.
“But, Father…” Sesshoumaru said as sweetly as his voice could muster.
“Sit down now, Sesshoumaru. I promise that this story will be very entertaining.”
Sesshoumaru noticed that he emphasized on the word `very', and then he noticed the slight smile on his father's lips. `Yes, this would be entertaining to him and very uncomfortable for me,' Sesshoumaru thought as he positioned himself to sit in front of his father again.
“Okay, now where was I…? Oh yes… There was once a girl named…uh…um…” Toga began thinking this over, seeming to realize that he forgot the main character's name.
Sesshoumaru interrupted his thoughts, “Her name is Goldilocks, remember? Her name is in the title,” Sesshoumaru said as though he were bored with the story already.
“Oh yes!” Toga said as though the name just came to him. “Now I have to start all over again.” Taking a slight sip of his wine, he began again.
`Would he just hurry up?' Sesshoumaru thought as he waited impatiently.
“Once upon a time,” he began, “there was a girl - I mean woman - named Goldilocks, or Goldi for short. She would merrily skip around the forest in her mini, mini, mini skirt and her belly top as her breasts joyfully jiggled to her stride. And it wasn't a little bounce; she had HUGE boobs so when she skipped they went EVERYWHERE!” Toga made a gesture with his arms to demonstrate how big her breasts were.
Sesshoumaru showed his disgust with a long, exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes and kicking himself mentally. `And I actually believed that he wouldn't be perverted,' Sesshoumaru thought as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Before Toga could continue Sesshoumaru cut in, “Father, was she not wearing a brassiere?”
He cleared his throat, “If she was wearing a bra there would be no fun in her bounce.”
Sesshoumaru opened his mouth to tell his father how disgusted he was, but he didn't get a chance to for Toga just continued on with the story. “So, one day as she and her HUGE breasts - which, I forgot to mention, are named Betty and Bob. Well, anyway, as she and her huge boobs bounced joyously through the forest she came upon a small house. What she didn't know was that three very strong ninjas lived there and that their kunais hadn't seen any action in a very long time. Lucky for her, they were out doing ninja stuff. This gave her the perfect opportunity to look around their home. The first thing she came upon when she entered were the three bowls laid on the dining room table. Each contained whipped cream that was topped by a strawberry dipped in chocolate.”
Sesshoumaru interrupted his father again, “Um…first off, they were bears - not ninjas. And second off, it was porridge - not whipped cream with strawberries dipped in chocolate. You have this story all wrong. And where in the world did you get ninjas from!?”
Toga took another sip of his wine, totally dismissing his son's complaints. “As I was saying… There were the three bowls, and she was quite hungry - for everyone knows that big-breasted dumb girls survive on whipped cream, chocolate and strawberries. The first bowl she ate was terrible. The strawberry was spoiled and the whipped cream was too. Not only that, but the chocolate was sugar-free. In the second bowl the strawberry, whipped cream and chocolate were so cold that it made her nipples hard. But, the last bowl was just right.
After eating all of those bowls of whipped cream topped with a strawberry dipped in chocolate she became very messy, so she decided to take a shower. In the first shower, the water pressure was way too soft, and it barely sprinkled anything on her naked body. In the second shower, the water pressure was so hard that it gave her an orgasm. But, in the third shower the water pressure was just right.”
Sesshoumaru, again, interrupted his father with another complaint, “Father I find it quite ridiculous that you would say that big-breasted women survive only on whipped cream, chocolate and strawberries alone. That's not a healthy diet at all - and I'm sure that eating such foods will not get a person as messy as you proclaimed.” Sesshoumaru, content with what he said, nodded negatively at his father's so called `intellectual' statements.
“You can't say such things, Sesshoumaru, because how many big-breasted women do you know?”
Sesshoumaru thought this over for a second before his father interrupted his thoughts, “None! That's what I thought. As I was saying, when she finished showering and realized that all of her day's activities of skipping and the jiggling of her breast and the eating and the shower and the orgasms that she was really tired. So, she searched around the house - completely naked to add. She searched around the house until she found a bedroom with three beds. The first bed was too soft and every time she laid on it she sank to the floor. The second bed, on the other hand, was too hard. Not only did it hurt her young, supple body, but it hurt her squeezable tender breasts as well.”
Toga took a short pause for a moment before he continued.
“And last, but not least, the third bed, which was just right. So she slept in it…naked…while touching herself.” Sesshoumaru stood and turned to leave. “But I'm not finished!”
Sesshoumaru turned to stare at his father. “I already know how it ends. The bears…I mean…ninjas come home and chase her away, right?”
Toga lightly chuckled before he answered, “Actually, no. That's not what happens at all.”
Sesshoumaru's curiosity was biting away at him. He decided to stay because he did want to know what happened. Maybe the story wouldn't have a perverted ending after all, and besides it wasn't like he wasn't used to his father talking about such things anyway. He sat back in front of his father and waited for him to finish his story.
“Like you said Sesshoumaru, the ninjas came back home from doing ninja stuff and found her sleeping in one of their beds. But, they didn't chase her away. Instead, they punished her with ninja S/M, but she found it quite pleasurable, so then they each put their kunai to work on her. The first ninja used his kunai on her softly. The second ninja used his kunai on her roughly. And the third ninja used his kunai on her just right. Then they all used their kunais on her until she screamed NINJA. The end.”
The expression on the young face of Sesshoumaru was of complete mortification. And to believe that he actually thought that the story wouldn't end in such a perverted way!
Toga stood and walked to Sesshoumaru who still looked shocked - mouth hanging open and eyes blinking rapidly as if trying to dispel a certain image from his young mind. Toga leaned down slightly to peer at Sesshoumaru. He ruffled his hair before standing straight up again.
“That story wasn't so bad. Now was it?” Sesshoumaru, still frozen in shock, sat there unable to answer. “Well, good night, Sesshoumaru! Sweet dreams,” was the last thing he said before he left his study and left Sesshoumaru there, still in a stunned daze.
Sesshoumaru knew that he shouldn't have thought over incidents of the past involving his father. Especially since such incidents could be as overly disturbing as that one.
The pain in his head began to rise, causing him to rub his temples again. His steps reflected his exhaustion, seemingly slow and deliberate as he made his way across the kitchen's marble floor. His eyelids remained half open as his fingers continued to rub in circular motions on his temples, trying to ease the pain spreading through his cranium.
He finally decided to abandon his attempt of trying to relieve his excruciating headache as he proceeded to make his way toward his refrigerator. His hand grasped around the cold handle, swiftly pulling the double-doors of the refrigerator open before him. He began to examine the contents of his refrigerator full of food that he hadn't touched and leftovers that Rin hadn't finished. He made a mental note to dispose of the food later, and to let Rin know that she had to finish her meals.
After a minute or so of searching behind fruit juices, produce and unwanted food, he finally found what he was looking for. Reaching deeper into the fridge, he grabbed the cold bottle of water.
Sesshoumaru closed the fridge door behind him with a hard slam. Walking towards his kitchen island Sesshoumaru began to feel as though his legs were each weighed down by lead making every step even slower and harder to take. When he reached his island he laid the bottle of water on the counter. All he needed now was the aspirin and then this agonizing pain would be over.
His hands went into his pocket in search of the small bottle of aspirin.
`After I take this I am going to bed,' he announced quietly to himself as he continued on with his search. He made a sigh of relief when his hand finally brushed against hard plastic.
Sesshoumaru took the aspirin bottle out of his pocket, holding it within his hand for a moment before unscrewing the top. He dropped two of the tablets into his palm and quickly popped them into his mouth.
He took the bottle of water off of the counter, putting it to his lips and letting the cool water slide down his throat - bringing the capsules with it.
He stood there for a moment and drank down the water, choosing not to waste it and after a couple of minutes his headache began to subside. When it did it was only slightly. His headache was still intense, but some of the pressure was relinquished. He decided that it was time to go to bed and that maybe a few long hours of sleep would calm his nerves and cure his insufferable headache.
Sesshoumaru began to walk out of his kitchen when the sound of his cell phone reached his ears. “I'm just hearing things because I'm tired,” he announced to himself as he proceeded to walk out of his kitchen. The ringing abruptly stopped only to start up again. He sighed heavily before walking back into his kitchen. There the cell phone lay on his counter.
How he wanted to shoot the damn thing with who knows how many bullets! All he knew was that when he was finished shooting it no one would be able to tell it was once a cell phone. He stared down at the small appliance watching as it rang and vibrated all over the counter. It again stopped only to start up again. He contemplated whether or not to answer it.
Sesshoumaru released a heavy sigh. For some reason he knew that if he tried to ignore the call it would continuously ring. He decided that it would be best if he just answered the damn thing.
A sensual and velvety toned voice, obviously belonging to a woman was heard over the receiver. He really hoped that maybe his ears were playing tricks on him. He was sleepy after all, and maybe it wouldn't be who he thought it was because if it was, then this would just not be his day.
“¿Le sé yo?” He asked in Spanish. Hopefully whomever it was on the other end of the line would state that they didn't speak the language and would hang up the phone.
“¿Tú me se olvidó ya?” was her quick reply, confirming his suspicion of who it really was.
Sesshoumaru didn't know what to say and right now he was screaming internally, the Kamis must hate me! He finally spoke, “How did you get this number?” His voice betrayed his usually calm exterior. He was angry, and it showed clearly through his voice.
A silky emotionless chuckle resounded over the receiver. “I didn't think that if I called that you'd question me like this.”
He had wanted to end the call as soon as he had heard who it was on the other line of the receiver, but instead he just stood there - his cell phone clutched in his hand as he tried to steady his breathing which just continued to quicken with the beat of his own heart. She kept talking, but he couldn't seem to understand anything that she was saying. Each word she spoke sounded as if they were tied together by a single red string, which brought images of the past and her into his mind.
The last words that she said brought him out of his reverie, “How about we see each other again? It's been so long, and I really did miss you.”
He couldn't recall the last time he had seen her, but he knew for a fact that he did not want to. Or did he…? No, he didn't want to see her at all. He was a very busy man with a very complex life, and he didn't want her back in it. He doubted she had the slightest idea of how much he detested her.
He wanted to say something. He was going to say something. Anything. But most of all he wanted to tell her that seeing her was out of the question, though he found that he wasn't able to say so.
Even if he did deny her offer of them seeing each other again, he knew for a fact that she would not take no for an answer. Even if he were to sugar-code the no with “maybe we can see each other some other time,” he knew it would work to no avail. “Tomorrow night…” was his forced reply. It took everything out of him to agree to her wishes, but he knew that with this agreement that this unsettling conversation would finally come to an end.
“At your place,” she added.
“But, you don't know where I live.” A small giggle was the last thing he heard before the call was ended.
His thoughts ran with questions such as, `What the hell was I thinking?' and, `Why did I plan to see her?' There was no answer because truthfully he did not know the answers to his own proverbial questions.
Turning the cell phone off and resting it back on the island, Sesshoumaru debated with himself whether or not agreeing to see her was really that bad of an idea.
His bare feet padded across the kitchen floor again as he headed toward his bedroom - his only sanctuary at times like these. Walking down the hallway, he came upon the flight of stairs that would lead him to his room.
He walked silently, thinking to himself as each foot brought him up the stairway. His headache was still present and he was still feeling slightly ill, but for some reason all he could think of was the mistake he had made. He had only agreed to see her after all, yet he felt as though he had done much, much more than that - making it seem like there would be a ghastly outcome.
It was as if he had opened a wound - a wound that was his old life. One that he had thought he had healed. It was a life that he had grown accustom to - the life that she was once part of, even though he didn't want her to be.
Stepping off of the last step he walked down the hallway pass doors and rooms before he finally came upon his own. He opened the door before him to peer within a room engulfed in darkness. He walked deeper into the room, closing the door behind him. His main goal for the entire night was to crawl into his bed and sleep for hours, but right now he was unsure if he could do that.
Lazily and without energy, he began to strip himself of his clothing, tossing them on his floor. He was completely bare now except for the boxers that he wore underneath his clothing.
Sesshoumaru was definitely tired, but no, he would not let his fatigue stop him now and make him carelessly drop to the floor before finally reaching the warmth of his bed, lavished with comforting pillows and sheets to curl up in. He would just have to summon up his strength. But, that was only if he could just get his feet to move a little further.
On steps that seemed to not be his own, he reached the edge of his bed. And then, without further delays in his quest for a sleepy nirvana, he crawled into his sheets, immediately letting sleep claim his tired eyes.
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His mind swam with dreams of nothingness - a dark absolution. It was a dream that he was very much used to having.
The slight sound of the door squeaking on its hinges bolted him from his sleep. He could hear the light footsteps on his wooden floor as the intruder walked closer to his bed. He had told Rin to let him sleep, but it seems that she didn't listen. How that little girl could be so hard-headed!
He felt a dip in his bed as she lay next to him and even though he was already awake he refused to open his eyes. “Go back to bed, Rin.” His voice came out huskier than he expected.
A short giggle resounded from the intruder.
“I mean it.”
The covers shifted off of him, but only slightly before Rin decided to get under the covers with him, which he knew for a fact she would never do. She always brought that blanket with her wherever she would sleep.
He felt the soft mounds of its breast rub against the hardness of his muscular back. Either Rin had just reached full puberty in the span of three hours or his house was haunted and a ghost was now spooning him. “Rin?” he asked, unsure if it was who he thought it was.
Another giggle could be heard, low and sensual. Her hands began to travel under the covers to rest on his toned stomach, then to travel low, and even lower until she found what she was looking for. Sesshoumaru jumped out of his bed. His eyes scanned his room, but all he could see was the inky darkness left in front of his eyes.
He reached out for his lamp which lay upon the bedside table next to his bed. When he flicked the switch illumination partially flooded his room. A wave of emotion washed over him, chilling his bones when he realized who it actually was who invaded his room. It wasn't Rin thankfully, but it was her.
“What the hell are you doing here?” His voice rose with anger, almost to the point of yelling.
She just simply smiled as her eyes began to scan his almost bare form. “Well didn't you miss me?” Her voice came out in low sensual purrs eliciting shivers up and down his spine.
He shot a hateful glare at her in hopes that she would get the point and leave, but she didn't, she just laid there in her red lingerie which didn't hide any bit of flesh from his view. He had to admit that time had not altered her features at all. She still had long, wavy burgundy hair reaching her hips and her eyes were still the same wine colored brown, reminding him of the colors of the finest wine that he had ever experienced drinking. Even though he detested her, he couldn't lie, she was amazingly beautiful.
“I haven't seen you in so long and this is how you greet me? With questions!? I don't even know why the hell I came here in the first place! If I knew you would act this way I would have stayed in Italy!” Her voice rose with every word and he could just feel the headache beginning to creep back into his skull as her voice began to rise and rise. “Well aren't you going to say anything, Risto!?”
He had to muster up all of his strength not to explode and let the strings of spiteful words flow out of his mouth.
“Aristo?” She had lowered her voice now and sounded sweet and gentle, but he knew that it was just an act. “Well aren't you going to say anything to me?”
He glowered at her with hate still fresh and burning in his eyes and with skills that were honed over the years, he pushed his burning anger down. “Crimson, get out of my house. Now.”
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Just to let you know, I am still very sorry that this chapter came out so late. I also wanted to put up a ramble(like the one in the last chapter), but I didn't. Also, concerning the hispanic spoken earlier on hear are the translations: “¿Le sé yo?” - "Do I know you?" and “¿Tú me se olvidó ya?” - "You forgot me already?"