InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Head Over Heels ❯ Cinematic Juxtaposition ( Chapter 6 )

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Sesshomaru: I watched Kagura�s eyes follow the curves of my Roadster and felt a faint flicker of pride. That was when the realization came.

When had this Sesshomaru ever denied himself anything?

Never.

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.03.2006 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.2K | Visits: 563 | Status: Completed

Chapter Six

Cinematic Juxtaposition

After the coffee incident I realized an apology would be simply a waste of our time. She seemed oddly distracted and wasn't even angry with me. This was a strange development so I sat at the bar a while longer just to prove I was stronger than this insane attraction.

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I sat on the end of my bed counting the blue stripes in the wall paper. Anything was better than letting my thoughts go astray. I could not afford to give in. I was head of the Inu family, an esteemed business man, a multi linguist, and damned near two hundred years old, this girl was nothing to me.

I can overcome simple lust. That's all this is.

If I wasn't driving to the movies I would find a nice bottle of bourbon to drown in.

Fucking hell! I'd lost my place and was forced to start counting the stripes from the beginning. A soft knock came at my door.

“Enter.”

The nanny, the latest in a string of nannies, cautiously opened the door and peered around the edge. “Lord, the young Rin has asked for your help in tying her shoes.”

Oh for Fuck sakes. Where had Jaken found this twit? Why had the other girl quit? I suspected the nannies were afraid of me but no one, especially Jaken, has to stones to admit this to my face.

I sighed and stood to face the girl. “Ms..?”

“Jane” she supplied helpfully as she clutched her hands in front of her.

“Ms. Jane, Rin is very capable of tying her own shoes. This is a ploy for my attention.”

Jane was a bit braver than the last girl because she met my eyes and replied, “Perhaps but maybe you should spend more time with her. Her whole world revolves around you.”

I answered, “Ah. And that is the folly of giving someone an iota of control over your emotions; you depend on them for fulfillment and validation.” Rin was young but not too young to learn self reliance.

“Tell her to tie her own shoes or pick another pair without laces. I am not a nanny as she is already well aware.”

Jane swallowed and I could almost hear her writing her resignation letter in her head. But her voice was steady, “Very well sir.”

She turned and left me to my thoughts. The takeover was going well. The manufacturing planet was under my complete control and now it was only a matter of breaking it up and selling the subsequent parts.

I should relinquish control of this deal to my advisors and begin hunting for another company on the brink of failure. Once again this turned my thoughts to the miserable bookstore.

Damn it! I had no use for bookstores, miserable or otherwise.

What I should be doing is interviewing boarding schools for Rin. She couldn't stay here with me forever. I decided to get Jaken on this right away. I've tried this before but have yet to locate a school that I felt suited the little monkey. Perhaps it was time to continue the search.

My chamber door flew open and Rin bounded in. “Sesshomaru-sama, look!” She proudly pointed to her feet, “I put on my shoes all by myself.”

“Of course you did.”

She hugged my leg. I glanced at the bedside clock and saw it was time to go. I disentangled her from my limbs and asked, “Where shall we sup tonight?”

That was a stupid question because I already knew her answer. “Mac Donalds! I wanna a happy meal.” Damn children's marketers, why had I ever allowed her to start watching TV?

I abhor drive-throughs and fast food but I shelved my pride and sent the nanny out for a happy meal. Fetching and carrying was not exactly in her job description, as if I really cared.

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Because I had Jaken purchase the movie tickets in advance we were able to by pass the ticket counter but I knew better than try to skip the concession stand.

Rin was addicted to anything sweet and sticky. Sadly the concession area was over flowing with items that fit both requirements. We stood in line waiting our turn when the enthralling scent of mimosa flowers permeated my senses.

I didn't have to turn my head to know who was behind us. She was staring intensely at my white lynx fur coat. The wheels in her head were turning and it didn't take a psychic to know she thought the priceless fur was a joke. In fact it had belonged to my father and legend held it was the fur of and old adversary. I realized she had yet to recognize me and concentrated on looking straight ahead. There was still time for me to escape unscathed.

Everything was flowing smoothly until Rin began staring back. She was quick to tattle, “Sesshomaru-sama, that lady was staring at you.”

Rin and I have had long talks about the difference between her inside voice and outside voice. However it was all for naught because only a deaf, dead man could've missed what she said. I gave in and turned to face the witch.

She caught me off guard by simply saying, “Hey, fancy meeting you here.”

I gave her a flip answer to which she replied, “So you are Sesshomaru?”

Thanks to Rin the witch knew my name and somehow this simple knowledge only served to strengthen her power over me. My name on her lips was spellbinding. My ears longed to hear it repeatedly and I was instantly devising ways I could make her scream it.

We exchanged meaningless conversation and she bent down to speak to Rin. For some reason women find Rin irresistible and try to get to me through her. Yet the witch conversed with her an adult level as opposed to those simpering baby talk noises. Rin was a good judge of character and took to her immediately.

I came back to reality long enough to make out the words, “I am Kagura mistress of the wind, at your service Ms. Rin.”

A wind witch named for sacred music. How befitting. I watched her stir the air and blow Rin's hair back from her face. That was when the wind or even a simple breeze forever lost its innocence. I would never again feel the wind in my hair or on my skin and not think of her.

For once Rin was useful; her presence helped me control the direction of my thoughts. Finally our turn at the counter came and I was so distracted I ordered Rin the popcorn and candy kiddie combo, the very same one I'd said no to, as well as an extra drink and popcorn. Of course the monkey wanted Kagura to sit with us. My lips slipped and somehow not only agreed but invited the witch myself.

If sitting next to her for ninety minutes wasn't enough to burn off my infatuation than my situation was dire and possibly hopeless. But I refused to allow myself to think in this manner. After all in order for one to feel hopelessness, one must first believe in hope and I never have.

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Rin somehow manipulated me for her own amusement so that Kagura was sitting between us. My hand itched to reach over the arm rest that separated us but I kept it firmly planted in my lap.

Damn Rin.

Surely her Santa Claus would consider this a breach in his naughty or nice contract so perhaps it was a good thing I still had the receipts to most of her gifts.

The woman on the other side of me was grotesquely obese and some of her extra flesh kept finding it's way into my seat. I was disgusted by this but refused to budge lest I come in physical contact with the witch.

Why must movie theaters insist on showing ads when you've paid to see the movie? It wasn't as if this was cable television!

Halfway through a mundane commercial that appeared to be selling sex but it turned out to be merely fruit roll ups, I caught Kagura watching me.

This was a happy development; perhaps she was as miserable as I. I relaxed a bit and tried to think of someway her misery could benefit me when she began to hum. The tune was upbeat and this quickly squelched my hopes that she was at the very least uncomfortable.

Rin, of course, had to hear the words and it turned out to be an infernal jingle for canned tuna fish. She began to sing it and I was surprised to hear she might have had some real voice training. Rin loved it and I knew most likely was committing it to memory.

I whispered, “Thanks. Now I will be hearing that day and night.”

She offered to make me an illegal copy and I declined until I discovered the band seemed to be blatant devil worshipers. I've not always been on the Gods best side but I refuse to court trouble by actually supporting such a band. So I relented and asked for a burned copy.

Kagura agreed and when a strand of my hair brushed her hand, I caught her blushing. The theater lights faded as the previews started and I pretended to turn my attention to the big screen as I watched her in my peripheral vision.

The theater fooled us; the first spot was a military recruitment ad not an actual preview. The witch watched the uniformed men intently, unconsciously licking her bottom lip and her eyes glowed softly. I remembered enough from the coffee bar to know she was scheming something and I was probably the target. I decided to put a fast end to this while simultaneously establishing my authority. “Whatever nonsense you are plotting against me over there, you can forget it.”

Kagura denied it and I shot back, “Liar.” My lips were a breath away from her ears. I was fortunate we were in a public venue. Anywhere else and it may have been my undoing.

Before the exchange was over we managed to bump elbows. I admonished, “Try as hard as you might, I am now immune to your petty games.”

I saw her eyes flash at my words and realized I had made the egregious mistake of issuing a challenge. I proceeded to ignore her and paid more attention to the movie than it deserved.

It became apparent that she was crunching her popcorn as loud as she could manage but I was still able to tune her out. She then spent the rest of the movie continuously offering me the popcorn.

After the tenth time she whispered, “Hey. Are you sure you don't want any popcorn?” I was on the verge of either throwing her across the theater or jumping on her. Both were poor choices so I continued ignoring her.

Her scent plagued me the whole movie. Ever since we touched elbows her scent had changed and was now carrying a slight under current of arousal.

Damnation.

I was careful to keep my nose pointed up in the air and away from her. Rin, who has cried at every restaurant lobster tank we've passed to date, broke down at the lion's death. Kagura comforted her and the scent faded leaving me agitated but relieved.

Finally the movie was over and we were walking towards the exit doors. Kagura held Rin's hand as they walked ahead of me. A bald man in a leather jacket stopped and turned his head for a better view of the witch's ass. From the coroner of my eye I saw him elbow his friend and point.

I casually stepped out of the crowd and put a cool hand on the man's arm. “Like what you see?”

He laughed and the stench of beer poured from his mouth over my face. “Oh yeah, she's Grade A meat, but I bet she's just another stuck up bitch.”

I ran my hand down his arm and caught his gloved hand in mine. He stepped back protesting, “Hey man, I ain't gay, Let go!”

I bared my fangs in a false smile, “Neither am I” then bent his fingers back towards his wrist. I heard the joints pop and felt the bones give near to the point of cracking.

His friends were quick to abandon him as he began to whimper. Tears formed in his eyes. “No man…please…”

I dropped his hand and he fell back against the folded theater bucket seat. “Oh shit! Man, I'm…I'm sorry.”

“Keep your eyes to yourself.”

He nodded and I flashed through the crowd, appearing behind Rin and Kagura before they even had a chance to miss me.

We stood in the parking lot while I located my keys. It was obvious Kagura had walked and the idea of her walking home alone, even though she probably did it every day, did not sit well.

After the movie I didn't trust myself to take her home so offering her a ride, even with Rin in the car, was out of the question.

I toyed with the keychain while Rin insisted I take Kagura home with us as though she were a stray dog we'd found in the parking lot. I watched Kagura's eyes follow the curves of my Roadster and felt a faint flicker of pride. That was when the realization came.

When had this Sesshomaru ever denied himself anything?

Never.

Kagura's an adult, she knows the ways of the world. What was to stop me from having her much in the same way I have the Roadster?

Nothing.

She wanted me, at least her body did. And this was a great age we lived in, where consenting adults can do as they wished and with a little precaution avoid pregnancy and marriage. As a wind yokai certainly these concepts were not new to her.

I watched her stroll away. Rin watched as well, with her nose pressed against the formerly flawless glass of my car window. I decided to end this evening on a lighter note. The witch was not going to jump into my arms willingly, well not a second time, like all women she'd need some coaxing first.

I followed her and saw her ears twitch at the sounds of my footsteps. The wind blew past my face and I knew I was only a breath away from being blown of my feet.

She turned and upon recognizing me, called off the wind. “I'm sorry for intruding. I know I shouldn't have…”

Stupid witch, did she really think I would have tolerated her presence if I hadn't wanted to? “It was you who did me the favor; she would've given me hell, had you refused.”

This was not a complete lie she found it flattering. She grinned then bowed, “Then you're welcome. Let me know if I can ever be of assistance again.”

That was a promise she'd better be prepared to keep. “I'll be by for the CD in a day or two.”

She agreed and there was nothing further to say. My hands ached to meet with her bare skin but with Rin waiting in the car there was no feasible way to accomplish this without taking Kagura back with me and that was simply unacceptable.

My will weakened and my hand momentarily found hers. It was soft, warm and a conduit. Her unconscious self flowed through my finger tips then flashed behind my eyes. I was only privy to the briefest glimpse of her inner most secrets but saw enough to realize the being before me was dark and powerful.

The witch was much more than an object of lust, her power demanded respect. What the hell was she doing in a run down corner bookstore? She could have the world at her feet, and from what I've observed had the shoes to do it in. Unfortunately for her I stand when others are falling. Still, perhaps a bargain could be struck between us.

I left without a word and no worries of her safety.

May the Gods help any mugger foolish enough to attack her.

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Notes:

As many of you already know from reading my first Kagura & Sesshomaru fic Pride & Prejudice;

Kagura is a form of sacred Shinto music and dances.

And from the Devil's Dictionary:

Alone: (to be) In bad company.

Apologize: To lay the foundation for future offence.

Hatred: A sentiment appropriate to the occasion of another's superiority.