InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hidden Beneath a Smile ❯ A New Start ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha!

Hidden Beneath a Smile

Chapter Four: A New Start

With the dawn came shrine work, and with shrine work came touristing humans along with demons disguised as humans. Two bright eyed children with dark hair bolted off to school, dressed in their accustomed school uniforms, leaving their grandfather and mother to deal with the tourists. The elder man kept an eye on the conversing bodies as they entered the shrine to pray or pay respects. Some even asked about the gift shop, and history of the shrine he kept. Each time this occurred the elderly man was just grateful that Miroku had provided him along with his colleagues well in depth information on the family that had lived their before meeting their untimely ends. How it occurred was not his business, nor were the circumstances surrounding it. So he had not asked.

After sweeping the entire shrine grounds, an activity that really worked up an appetite, the elderly man went in search of his wife. She was actually playing his daughter in this not so strange little assignment. Of all the evils in the world! He bemoaned at the thought, how were he and his wife supposed to enjoy marital things with a set relation such as this! If it were just a matter of the police finding out he would not have been one of the few that were asked to take on this assignment. No, there was more to it then that. Someone was watching the compound, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. If he, his wife whom actually was supposed to be his daughter and his supposed grandchildren saw or heard anything suspicious they were suppose to report these actions to Miroku himself.

Though he thought it was a bit odd, he did not say anything to the order. Normally it was Sesshoumaru whom he was suppose to report to, but then maybe the boss was busy with another case or something. The kitsune shrugged and sighed when his wife scurrying around the kitchen came into sight as he entered the room. Now he had to exclude excellent self-restraint and not grab the lovely woman in his embrace and kiss her senseless. He once again cursed his fate, and glared at the woman whom seemed to notice his presence and was obviously laughing at his discomfort. "Daughter," he stressed, "how about some grub to fill an old man's stomach?"

His wife laughed merrily, obviously liking her roll in this a bit too much. He eyed her strangely, but tossed it aside. The female fox that was his mate always had been a strange one. Still, it irked him like nothing else that she was not having the same difficulties as he with this newest assignment. "Of course father." She laughed again, and he had to force down that inhuman like growl that rose to his throat. "Why don't you take a quick nap while I prepare your lunch, I'll wake you when it is finished." She offered.

He wanted to refuse, he wanted to yell and argue that he was not so weak that a little work around this small shrine would tire him out, but alas he could not refuse such an offer. To do so would be against his roll. The grandfather of this family would have readily taken up the offer and would have long sense gone scurrying up those steps to his bedroom to snooze away. With a huff he responded dryly. "Of course daughter, that sounds like a wonderful idea." He turned from her and headed up the stairway with a few grumbled curses and moans on how life was never fair.

.

.

.

.

.

The doors slammed open once more, interrupting Rin in her words to sooth the hurt she had caused her dear friend. "Sesshoumaru, I need you… to…." he trailed, looking from a depressed Sesshoumaru to a saddened and hurt Rin. "What's going on?" Slowly anger took control of Rin, and as she rounded upon Inuyasha he slowly backed up.

"That is what I would like to know, Inuyasha." Her words were slow and deliberate, and the hanyou cringed. He did not know what he had done to make Rin so angry, but from the way she was advancing upon him, he knew that he would find out soon enough…

Inuyasha barely got a word out before Rin was upon him, her hands upon his shoulders shaking him madly. Her fingers dug into his skin, and though it was not painful, it was more then a little annoying; his sight spinning. The hanyou in the grasp of his friend tried to contemplate just exactly what it was he had done, only to have the answers given to him. "Inuyasha!" His childhood friend cried in outrage. "How could you lie to me like this? You've never lied to me before but Sesshoumaru says-"

Pulling Rin back, he steadied himself from the assault he allowed the dark-haired bright-eyed girl to carry out on his person. Hands still upon her shoulders, Inuyasha shot his brother a death glare. "Just what have you been telling her!" He sneered. "I haven't lied to her about nothing, if anything you're the one whose lying you pompous bas-"

With a hard glare Sesshoumaru cut his words short. "Inuyasha." He growled out lowly and the hanyou froze for a moment trying to recall his words exactly. Had he finished his curse? He shook his head. No, he had not. He did not have to fear his brothers wrath for tainting Rin's mind with his ill used words. He snorted, it was Rin whom taught him his lovely array of words in the first place. The girl was like a sponge, absorbing every curse that passed her ears and added them to her every growing list stored within that head of hers to use for later. "I have said no such lies to her, Inuyasha." He said calmly. "I had spoken the truth when I had said I did not lay a hand upon you, while you claim I have done just that, little brother."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Inuyasha roughly questioned in his confusion; eyes going from the stoic form of his brother to petite childhood friend of his. "I've said nothing of the sort!" He cried to his brother, anger storming his amber orbs as he tried to calm himself.

Sesshoumaru calmly stood from his seat behind his expensive oak desk, giving his brother a heated glare that would have sent most to their graves from fright. "Are you calling Rin a lair, little brother?" His strides toward the whelp were slow, strenuous as if he were trying to control himself from leaping at the little half-demon and sticking his claws through him.

Standing his ground, Inuyasha snarled. "Of course not!" He did not flinch nor groan as his brother slammed him into the nearest wall, causing it to dent and crack in some places. From the predatory gleam in the inu-youkai's eyes as he stalked him, Inuyasha had been expecting the move and thus prepared himself for it. "You scum! I didn't lie…. If any ones lying here it's probably you!" Though he new the likely hood of his brother lying to Rin about whatever it was he was trying to pin on him -he, for some idiotic reason, block out the problem that started this whole yelling match- was nonexistent. Miroku would have to prove himself not lecher before such a thing every passed the stoic youkai's lips.

Sesshoumaru's nails dug into his shoulders as his hands pressed him further into the wall, fangs barred in a snarl. "Why would I lie about that little brother? Why would I tell Rin before hand as yourself that I had done you bodily harm, so that she would burst into my office screaming for my head?" He growled. "If you believe that Inuyasha, then you are truly a fool."

"Sesshoumaru! Inuyasha! Stop this right now!" The sound of Rin's angered words stopped the descent of Sesshoumaru's claws through his brother flesh, while Inuyasha's fist paused at his brother's cheek. They turned to her with questioning eyes, and a bit of fear. While she could beat them to kingdom come, they could only sit back and enjoy the ride. Being that their little friend was naught more then a delicate human their physical banter would likely kill her and, if not, bring her to the steps of death's door. The fear left them and curiosity reigned strong as the scent of anger depleted only to be replaced with heavy embarrassment. "Heh, heh, eh…." Rin scratched the side of her head all the while trying to avoid making eye contact with either of them. "I think I should have called you back after the phone hung up on us…."

"Causing quite a stir I see." A low sultry voice commented from behind; Rin did not turn to see whom it was. She did not need to, the tone that met her ears was enough to clue her in. "Though, when are you not?" She comment condescendingly. Rin smiled despite the biting remark made towards her, it would shock those she work for when she would explain the other woman had once been her friend; one of her best friends. Rin did not quite understand it herself… but their falling out was a bit of an misunderstanding.

Rin knew that she had feelings for Sesshoumaru and wouldn't dream of stealing the man from behind her back, and yet for some reason the woman believed that she had slept with the inu taiyoukai. It was a rumor that got started around the office, which was odd. Most rumors of the like were about her and Inuyasha. She did not harbor those types of feelings for her friends brother… did she? Rin shook her head, nope… as far as she knew she did not. Rin sighed, one day she would win back her friend.

Sesshoumaru slowly took his hands from his brothers person, straightening himself and smoothing down his work suite. "What do I owe the pleasure Kagura?" He inquired calmly, amber eyes pinning her with question as to her visit.

Her eyes slide to the occupants of the room besides Sesshoumaru, before returning to the object of her visit. "It would be best to discuss this in private." Her face and tone gave away nothing into her internal thoughts, she was every bit as stoic as the inu-youkai her eyes were trained upon. "This, what I have brought, is for your eyes only… my words, your ears only." With a slight bow, she added. "My lord."

Sesshoumaru waved the title off. "You know that it is not necessary for you to call me such, Kagura." No matter how much he insisted that she just call him by his name with out any added suffixes or titles, the wind sorceress always managed to slip. Being how she was brought up and his own position in the youkai underworld, it was years the fault of drilled in rules of etiquette that prevented her from doing so completely. They were friends, had been friends since he save her from the wolf youkai that nearly killed her when they were ten. Since then Kagura was always at his side, like Rin. They were the only two women that he would allow past his barriers to see his true self. That he trusted enough to allow such a privilege. "Inuyasha, Rin, I believe that our disagreement has been solved… if you both will excuse us…"

It was not a question, but a demand stated with the politeness the younger of the two brother's could never find himself mustering enough of. Inuyasha glared already miffed enough at being kept in the dark and left out of his partner's endeavors.

"What the hell is so important that, I, your brother and second can't be present to hear?" He inquired bitterly, he really needed to work off the anger his last meeting with Miroku left with him; it was beginning to effect his judgment. He knew it was stupid and yet he opened his mouth and went for the kill anyways; the insult. "What, you and the wind witch here getting it on behind the scenes, cause in that case…." He trailed shuddering. He cringed at the disapproving look Rin shot him, but almost bolted behind Rin at the death glare his brother pinned him with. If he had to pick one or the other to deal with, he would go with the one less likely to kill him in the end. Instead he decided to stand strong and act as if though his brother's heated looks did nothing but tickle. He smirked.

If he had thought his half-brother's glare was frightening, then the smile that adorned his face chilled his blood to ice. "Inuyasha." The elder youkai brother spoke softly. "I would suggest you leave this office now before I forget all etiquette and kill you now in front of the two women present, little brother." Deadly soft, and resembling steel being bared the words made Inuyasha shiver like cold metal being drawn across the skin. The hanyou straightened, the smirk falling from his face in favor of more somber look. He had over stepped the line this time, going much too far with his brother. It would not be wise to question and make demands or insults right at the moment. With a nod of acknowledgement, Inuyasha grabbed Rin's arm and dragged her with him from the office taking care to slam the doors on his way out. "What is it Kagura?"

The wind sorceress smiled faintly, but it was gone before the inu-youkai before her would catch it. She had always loved the way he said her name. She shoved all such thoughts from her mind, it was time for business; time to talk shop. "I have gotten my place in the CIA as you have ordered… I have become very well trusted among their ranks." She informed, her lips twitching upward sardonically. "So well in fact that I was able to receive these documents. They are not much, but maybe you could find something there that I had not." She held out the documents for his clawed hands to take. He did so and she shivered slightly as his hand brushed her own. She hid her reaction to the innocent touch well.

"Kagura how did these documents come in to your hands?" He catechized coolly, trying to pushed down his anger until her answer was received. "Do tell me it was not by means of hacking or any other such trickery." Though his voice was a monotone he could not help the trace of hope that seemed to lace each word.

Kagura clenched her fists, red eyes blazing like the most fierce of fires. "Do you honestly think that I would breech the agreement that we've sworn upon, Sesshoumaru? That I would risk the only assignment that I've gotten out of you?" She growled, before softening. "I know that you worry for me, but it's not necessary. I am stronger then I was all those years ago and I can take care of myself now." She said firmly.

Sesshoumaru sighed heavily, shaking his head as he moved to seat himself at his desk and look ever the papers he had received. "Between the trouble you and Rin get yourselves into, Kagura, I find myself thinking that I may not make it into youkai adulthood." He pulled he paper from the manila envelope, his amber orbs reading down the printed words at an inhumanly fast rate. His eyes traveled to the form of Kagura. "This is a confidential document on the disappearance of agent Higurashi Hakujou and it comments on some of true reasons for this disappearance." He commented solemnly, hard eyes pinning her down with accusation. "I ask again Kagura, how did you come across these?"

She shrugged her shoulders commenting nonchalantly. "Like I said they've come to trust me now." At his raised brow she went with a deeper explanation. "I was given a key to the room they keep all of their past cases in so that if I needed anything I could find it there. They never said anything against taking this file and so…"

Sesshoumaru eyed her warily. "Kagura you-"

"I didn't alright!" She growled. "Do you think that I would give you a reason to pull me from this assignment when I've finally convinced you to allow me to do something other then sit behind a desk and act as secretary to you and the others like you force Rin?"

The inu youkai snorted at that. "Like I had a choice in the matter with you black-mailing me over that god-forsaken photo you're mother had taken of us a couple decades ago." The picture that he spoke of was not very flattering to his-self image. The photo portrayed himself as a nice and warm caring boy and not the cold hearted jerk that he strived to be in the eyes of the masses. Only Kagura, and of course Rin, could get away with such acts of defiance without his heavy punishment. "If you are to be caught they will not only kill you in the end, but will also torture you for information about our society." He, in reality, was not worried about something of the like ever happening. He had other men from the group keeping a close eye on her, reporting her every move in that building to him by phone. Along with having her follow a few sets of rules that would prevent the wind youkai from doing anything to truly put herself in danger, or at lest any such things that he would have to worry about her ability to get herself out of.

Kagura could not keep the disappointment from her eyes, nor could she prevent it from coloring her words. "Oh," she sighed heavily, "you only worry that I will tell of your secrets my lord. You shouldn't, I would not say a thing, even if it meant my death, besides I would not allow myself to fall into such a position as that."

If those words were meant to comfort him, then it was more than obvious that she did not know a thing about comfort. If anything her assurances made him want to lock her in her apartment with a few youkai men guarding her every exit. The only reason she was not behind a desk right now was due to her black-mail, and her words were making him debate with his mind if it were really worth it all; letting her have her way at the sake of his own image. "I worry for you Kagura, if I did not you would have been cast aside like useless commodity, only brought to surface when I had a use for you." He replied to the hurt he could sense radiating from her body like a tangible substance. "Make no mistake, the only reason you have wheedled your way into this life was through black-mail, and if you ever attempt it again I shall have you confined to one of the quarters in the mansion of Izumo; no visitors allowed."

Kagura shot him a heated look. "I'm not a child." She remarked dryly.

"Your words claim that you are not and yet all you are doing is showing me how childish you are with your actions." Sesshoumaru shot back, frustration eating away at his chest. All he wanted to do was keep her safe! Was it so wrong? Did she really need to go through all of this just to undermine that wish? With a sigh he shrugged the questions off. "Go see Jaken, my servant will give you the information of the man I want you close to. You will report to me his very movement." Not that he was really interested in the movements of the man he was having her follow. According to the research of his actual spies the man was pretty harmless.

With a slight inclination of her head, Kagura murmured a quick "yes my lord" more for his discomfort then towards any rules of etiquette that were drilled into her head at a young age; a small revenge for ill words without being to obvious.

.

.

.

.

The apartment was awash in whirl of sounds, each one droning on with the other so that those who occupied that house could hardly tell what sound was the result of what object. The sounds gave way to no unwanted thoughts. The noise level making it difficult for the mind's thought process to function properly. That was the point of it all, they did not want to think. For thoughts would only lead to memories of the other night, not only that but as well as lead to despondent musings that would cloud ones mind into fierce depression.

The noises stopped.

Kagome looked up from her sprawled position upon the couch; Souta having long fallen into the bliss of sleep noticed not a thing. She sat up more fully trying to ride her face of the frown that seemed to have etched itself far to deeply, to replace it with a welcoming smile for her brother. She could not manage it.

He was wearing a frown of his own, violet eyes without their usual farcical appearance. He looked subdued, solemn. Legs dressed in the same dark jeans that he wore that night carried him to the couch's edge, and seated himself beside her. She also noticed that he seemed to be wearing the same shirt as before minus the trench coat. It was probably hanging upon some coat rake she had missed, or perhaps a hall closet somewhere in the apartment. She really didn't care, thoughts of this nature helped to keep the others at bay.

There was silence between them for a strenuous amount of time before Miroku broke it, his tone soft; hiding the emotions that caused turmoil in his heart and soul with a startling efficiency. "I've gotten the papers filled through, they're untraceable." He added almost as an after thought, one that did not matter. His sister would not understand, at least he did not think so, for such a need. "You and Souta are officially known as Sagawa Kagome and Sagawa Souta born in Asakusa General, ages ten and eighteen, orphaned for five years." He eyes did not look at her for that part. "You were held at Hotoshi's Orphanage until you came of age, taking Souta with you and moving here. That's the story." He informed, making her cognizant of her temporary life's story should the need for it arise.

She said nothing in reply to his words, her eyes staring sightlessly upon her youngest brother's sleeping form. How would he take it when he awoke and she were to tell him that the life they had with their mother and father did not exist anymore? That their life at the shrine was not real to the eyes of the world any longer? She had not a clue as to how she felt, save for the emptiness that seemed to choke her entire being. It was a very disconnecting feeling. That was it, she felt disconnected from it all; as of she were watching herself from afar going through the motions of life.

It was strange in a way, just the other day her mother sat around the table drinking tea while she complained about the dramas of high school life. Her brother sitting just outside the kitchen enduring for what would be the fifth time that afternoon the same legend narrated by their grandfather's lips. Now she found herself in unfamiliar territory short a few loved ones with her eldest brother as he fed her a fabrication that is to become her new existence. It was now that she realized high school problems were completely trivial, as she was sure her brother felt their grandfather's words -telling of legends that most have forgotten during the ages- to be less a bother, recalling those words for comfort during hard times.

After a few minutes of complete and utter silence, no sounds spoken between them, Miroku took the plunge assuming that she was still taking time to digest the information he had just supplied her with. "Hiroshima High is a very prestigious school known for its top graduating classes." Her brother tossed out casually, giving her sidelong looks. "The majority of its students are accepted into reputable colleges going on to be very successful in life. You've been enrolled and thanks to a friend that works there you should be able to start tomorrow, I don't want you attending your other school on the account that they may know were you've been receiving your education."

Kagome sat up straight at that, and looked him in horror. "You mean we've gotta switch schools! Do you have any idea how…." how long it took me to make what little friends I do have? Her words trailed off to thought. It was not easy to make friends when people thought you were strange and mentally ill; that you were a lose cannon. People are afraid when one stands up against someone that should be, by all rights, a few times stronger and wins. You would think that it would gain you respect of classmates, yet instead it made peers give you a wide range of space to walk. She shook her head, a slight smile appearing upon her lips. "You know what, never mind. It might good, going to this school if it is as good as you say." No one would know her there either, or her reputation. It was stupid, she only did what she had to in order to protect her little brother from the bullies of the world. "What about Souta?"

Miroku smiled now that his ratiocination had been accepted. Experience with his sister told him that he may have a fight on his hands seeing as how stubborn she could be at times, and it would not have done well at all if the fight were to lean in toward the more physical side. Though they never intentionally try to injure the other, bruises upon the flesh were hard to avoid sometimes, no matter how much strength was held back. "That's the best part, it will be the same school as yourself. It edifies students from grade one to twelve, though you are not likely to see one another due to the sheer sized of the place, but it would be easier for you to look out for him time to time."

She nodded her brown eyes straying towards Souta as he lay asleep blissfully unaware of the conversation carrying out before him. "Good, he always seems to find himself in some kind of trouble." She remarked earning a hearty chuckle from her older brother. Brown pools opened wide, the look marring her facial features attesting to her shock. "What are you laughing for?"

"Nothing, just remembering back to your elementary days." He commented nonchalantly, though his eyes belittled this with their amusement. "The times you would find yourself trouble, waiting for days before you finally tell me about it. Actually most of the time I would come upon the scene finding you trying to defend yourself against the bullies… you were always so self-dependent. You never did like asking for help." He mused. "Actually I believe that it was the one time I found you trying to stop that one boy from beating your face into the ground that I began to train you and then you ended up taking classes with me once father saw how much you enjoyed the fight, how well you were able to hold your own." A soft smile touched his lips as his mind lost itself to past reminiscing.

Kagome nodded, her eyes softening a bit as her own thoughts traveled back into the past. Only her thoughts were on the very first time she caught Souta trying to defend himself. "Souta is almost the same way, huh? The only difference being that while he enjoys training and our sparing matches, he refuses to fight anyone who does not truly know the art." Her voice then took on a touch of frustration. "It's so aggravating watching him come with bruises because he doesn't believe in excessive force unless it necessary. He's too gentle."

Miroku chuckled lightly. "You were the same way for a long while, and then I taught you how to unarm your opponent with mere flick of your wrist and then to further paralyze them with a few swift movements that one does not have an understanding of what is happening until they are upon the ground looking up." The trick was completely harmless, by merely brushing a few major points of the human autonomy you could render your opponent useless for a limited amount of time. Their body would seize up allowing them a rough fall to the ground, only the movement of the legs and arms were restricted, it did not impair speech nor did it harm the lungs; the opponent would still be able to breath properly. "It was not until I showed you that trick that you ceased coming home with colorful bruises decorating your form."

She sighed heavily, leaning forward and resting her head in her hands and elbows upon her knees. She did nothing to move the hair that obstructed the view of her face from her brother. "How long will we have to live this false life?" She inquired cheerlessly, all signs of her earlier energy having been sucked away.

All good humor left Miroku like quicksilver, staining his good mood near black. "Until I find out just why those men were there, what they were looking for, if they were looking for anything at all." I need to find out if Okasan and Jiichan, died for the same reasons as our father, imotou. He thought determinedly. "It shouldn't be too much longer." At least he hopped that it wasn't, for the sooner he solved this the sooner she could be out of the reaches of his society. For even if she was unaware, she and Souta were both involved on the account they both may have heard something vital to their cause. It was the only way he could acquire a safe house for them to stay at; by giving up that information.

Kagome stood up from her place upon the couch, straightening out her pants and shirt. "You want something to eat?" She inquired.

Miroku smiled. "I know for a fact that the kitchen of this place houses nothing that the certifiably sane would consider food." He replied good naturally.

Trying to hide her smile as she stared him down with what was suppose to be a deadpan look, she grouched. "What are you talking about! You knew, yet you allowed Souta and I to eat that poison! Why Iota…" She trailed shaking her fist.

Miroku's smile grew wider as he continued to play along with his sister. It was good to be able to relax like this, he hadn't been able too for so long. "Fear not my lady, I have a man shopping for the edible food right as we speak." He crowed dramatically and then elaborately flourished his arm around while bowing to her in his seat. "I am sorry though Kagome, I had forgotten that Inuyasha doesn't realize the rest of the world does not share his obsession for ramen, to claim dislike for his favorite meal is consider blasphemy in his book."

Kagome took in the appearance of her brothers face as he spoke these soft words to her, their was a fondness for this Inuyasha clouding his violet blue eyes. "Who is this Inuyasha? Is he a friend of yours, will I be meeting him soon?" She inquired all in one breath.

Miroku looked up into her innocent browns in horror. How could he have let that name slip? He did not want either of them knowing a single name or fact of anyone in his society. How could his tongue move about freely when it was sober? He knew what it was, it was the comforting and safe aura that surrounded his imotou. It had levered him into a safe sense of security causing him to forget his troubles long enough to lose information that was harmful for her to know. He spoke firmly. "No."

The dark haired young girl was perturbed and more than a little confused by the answer her brother gave her. What did he mean? Just who was this Inuyasha? Voice laden with aggravation she catechized. "No, what?" She made sure that her irritation was visible in her stature, but if she had known how childish the action looked to her brother she would have forewent that course of action. She looked as if though she were pouting.

Sitting up straighter, he made sure to look her directly in the eyes and it was then that she noticed the emotions that were swirling around in their depths. She was barely able to contain her gasp. They were determined and resolute, but what made her gasp was the lack in humor coating them; they were hard. It was then she realized any arguments for his upcoming words would not be welcomed. She would not be able to handle her brother's angry shouts with that look in his eyes. "No you will not be meeting him, no you will hear nothing of him and you will forget ever hearing his name." His tone was harsh; stern. It reminded her of their father's when he would discipline them. Higurashi Hakujou was a very gentle man and a very loving father, but when he was displeased with the actions of his children all he would need to use was that tone and they would forgo what ever action brought that sound from him. "It is imperative that you know nothing of those that I work for or what I am doing in my work, unless I say otherwise. Is that understood."

Swallowing hard, Kagome nodded slowly. "I understand."

.

.

.

.

.

Black jean clad legs and booted feet paced around Shikaku Sesshoumaru's secretary's office, mumbling fowl obscenities underneath his breath while the said secretary took note of every single curse for later use. Fists were clenched and his leather bound feet stomped the floor heavily, he wasn't even truly angry at his brother for kicking him out of his own office so that he may have a private conversation with the wind witch. No. He was beyond enraged at his supposed partner and friend of seven years for shutting him out when it was obvious he was dealing with something a hell of a lot bigger then himself. He was going to get himself killed if he continued on like this, the hanyou was sure of it.

He didn't understand why Miroku was so insistent upon handling this problem all on his own. It was obvious to anyone with all the stress the supposed monk was under so suddenly that whatever was hanging on his shoulders was too much for him to continue carrying. Eventually he was going to fall under it all, if whatever he was involved in didn't kill him first. "What in all seven hells is he thinking!" He shouted, before rounding upon Rin, pinning her with a glare. "Don't you dare say that in front of Sess either, that's the last thing I need, an enraged inu youkai coming for my blood because I tainted his precious Rin."

Rin pouted cutely, eyes rounding like that of a puppy's as she tilted her head to the side slightly. "Why not? I've always wanted to see what his reaction would be if I were to say… slip." Now she was ginning widely, mischievously, her eyes alight with the emotion.

"Feh, I don't have to tell you, you already know. He would leap for my throat and rip it out, it's how a dog demon would react to another when they taint or threaten their pup." So he was exaggerating a bit, if driving by instinct he would grab at his throat with his teeth doing not an inch of damage as a warning not to repeat the action. Not acting on instincts and Inuyasha would find himself in the societies infirmary bed ridden for a couple of days. He grinned widely, his expression turning smug. "Though if you were to do that then I would have to let it slip who was responsible for the first curses I ever spoke."

Rin's eyes widened, scandalized as she gasped. "You wouldn't!"

Inuyasha crossed his arms, acquiring his natural arrogant stance replying cockily. "I would, and you know it to."

Eying him suspiciously, the short brown haired girl questioned. "So what do you want?" She leaned forward a bit to hear what it would be this time around.

Brows reaching his hair line, he took a step back in surprise. "What are you talking about?" He replied off kilter. How in the world had she known? He didn't give any indication, had he? Smoothing over his features so that she would not catch his ruffled fathers, he waited for her own answer to his question.

Seeing his off balance expression, Rin took the plunge. He may have gotten her the first couple of times they've played this game, but she would win this time. "Every time our conversation heads down this road you always ask me for a favor. I just want to know what it will be this time around." She gave him a pointed look. "It would be a lot easier if you'd just come out and say it, ya know."

Grumbling incoherently under his breath, Inuyasha crossed his arms, amber orbs looking anywhere but her face. "Fine." He sighed out in frustration. "I want you to hack into Sesshoumaru's computer and look around for some files for me."

Standing from the chair she had been sitting in as she watched him stew, Rin walked toward her desk and seated herself before her computer. A computer that also linked with Sesshoumaru's own. "Why are you asking me to do this? Why not ask Sesshoumaru?" She quizzed, running her fingers along her key board, not hard enough to actually push a button, but enough to make them move slightly.

"Keh, Miroku's shutting me out and I just know he's getting himself into trouble." Inuyasha grouched, moving to take a seat in a chair that sat before her desk leaning back so that he wasn't sitting straight but comfortably. "I don't want Sesshoumaru to know cause he'll just side with Miroku and tell me it none of my business if the idiot monk wants to die." He snorted. "I don't know why I bother, no one ever appreciates it."

"I appreciate when you do things for me Inuyasha." She mumbled as her nimble fingers typed in her own access code, the one that enable her to link on to Sesshoumaru own. She paused a moment to spare her childhood friend a glance. "If I do this for you and Sesshy does happen to find out about it… what are you going to do?"

"Eh?" He shrugged. "I'll just stay at the one place I got in Kyoto, Sess doesn't even know it exits, and wait for his rage to blow over." He replied nonchalantly. "So you gonna do it?"

"Yeah, since this time you want it for a good reason." She shot him a glare over the monitor. "Last time I did something like this I forgot to ask why, and it turns out you wanted the information to blackmail fluffy with."

Inuyasha grinned. "Yeah I remember that… I had to stay at the infirmary a week, but then I got Sess pretty good too." He then frowned. "Though for some reason an idiot working down there placed us both in the same room… it got pretty ugly." He shuddered slightly. "We had a jello fight, crap is sticky when it finally dries…. Ah, and we had an argument over what to watch on TV, that one kept the residents up all night long." He looked up at Rin noticing her amused smile and returning it with one of his own. "I believe they throw a party after we left because I swear I heard Adema's, Unstable, playing and a bit of cheering as we left."

"Actually I think they did, I think I remember being invited to it." She shook her head. "So what is it that your looking for exactly?"

.

.

.

.

.

A/N: Here is where I'm gonna stop. Sorry that I took so long to update… I broke my hand and am only typing with one. I was going to wait until it healed, but it was taking to long…. Would written a bit more but my hand is sore now, I've been writing this since earlier today.

Oh! Guess what! I just turned 18! I'm so happy… all though it was a bit of a pain since I was one handed at the time but *shrugs* I still had fun.

Alright know for the polls:

Sess/ Rin- 8

Sess/ Kagura- 5

Now that you all have seen him with Kagura and with Rin, you might be able to better make your vote. Just remember that every thing is set by the next chapter so this is the last chance you will get to vote , -k- so make sure you get yours in.

Thank you every whom has reviewed, I appreciate it all very much! It always makes me warm and fuzzy inside. It also makes me want to update faster too! ^_^

[This chapter has be revised, if there are any mistakes that I may have missed feel free to inform me through a review~ Zonza]