InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Into The Darkness ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 6 )
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By: MIztikal_Dragon 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.25.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 368 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.25.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 368 | Status: Work In Progress
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Into the Darkness
Chapter Five
By: Miztikal-Dragon
It was bright out all around her, she could feel the warmth from the lights but all she could see was black. Music played obnoxiously, the sweet melody of violins and other string instruments assaulting her ears like nails on a chalk board. Loud laughter and drowned out voices Lethe know she was in the presence of an enormous crowd and she felt her stomach beginning to knot. She didn’t like people.
Her keeper said it would only be a small gathering, but then again he often spouted lies so she shouldn’t have been too surprised, yet she was drowning in her mental nervousness. She couldn’t remember the last time she was exposed to such a large crowd, if ever, and she was thankful for the long silk ribbon hiding her eyes. He told her it was to keep others from seeing the dull almost dead bookbinder eyes, but she couldn’t be too sure of anything.
Her long hair fluttered around her, her bangs making her forehead itch and silently she wondered how ridiculous she appeared to look. The dress was frilly, she could feel the material of her cuffs and the poof of the skirts of her short dress, it was uncomfortable despite the overheard compliments of the pinks and blood red shades.
How lovely. She was disgusted by the whole scenario, the picture she’d conjured in her mind and with her keepers large cold hand resting unwavering on her shoulder. She wanted to claw at it and scream. Too bad for her it didn’t show on her face; she wasn’t certain if she would ever be able to again, not while she lived with an eternal darkness.
She wanted things to bug her and push her buttons so she could feel anger boiling in her blood; just so she could feel something other than the emptiness, but then again, she was okay with just feeling something. The ribbon itched and the sudden urge to sigh pulled at her chest, though she easily pushed it back as she felt the hand on her shoulder tighten.
It was like time suddenly stopped and she felt cold all over. She could feel eyes staring at her, scrutinizing her and she suppressed the shudder crawling on her skin. If she hadn’t been so cold she was positive she would have broken out into a nervous sweat. Those eyes were unblinking and never seemed to leave her and as the light-headedness was beginning to settle in, the feeling disappeared.
Tears brimmed on her eye lashes hearing a gentle voice tickling the back of her mind and she was once again more than grateful for the ribbon over her eyes. It hid her slip of weakness and spared her the torture her keeper would undoubtedly inflict if he had seen it.
Conversations grew louder around her, her keeper’s monotone voice quickly lulling her into a comatose state and her mind drifted deeper inside itself. Ego boosting get togethers that he liked to throw made her sick and retreat into the nothingness that had kept her held hostage for so many years; it kept her safe and she let herself go. When there was nothing, she was at peace. No horrible memories or nightmares, no reality and nothing to break her already long since broken heart and it was her haven.
Her thoughts were interrupted once again, but this time not by a touch, but a voice. A baritone voice that screamed for respect and was as cold and stoic as the eyes that watched her for the better part of the night. His tone was teasing but demanding and her keeper tensed as the other man spoke and though she could barely understand what was being said, this strange man had a voice she knew she’d never be allowed to forget.
There was something about it that screamed danger and mystery, but more than that it brought up emotions and thoughts she’d pushed down so long ago. The kind that were easily taken advantage of and exploited by her keeper.
o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.
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Sesshomaru glanced nonchalantly into the rearview mirror catching the eyes of his younger brother from inside the vehicle behind his own. Neither of them had wanted to waste an hour of their lives driving to the ridiculously enormous place they were now pulling into, but it wasn’t like either of them really had a choice. Getting an invitation was one thing that Sesshomaru could easily avoid; however, it was the man - or rather half man who had invited them that he couldn’t.
Naraku was a pain that never went away completely, an eye sore that Sesshomaru was merely waiting out and boy did he long to rake his claws through the dumb half-breed. Climbing out of his car, Sesshomaru locked it before straightening out his blazer, there had to be no wrinkles, no flaws and slipping the jingling keys into his pocket, he calmly waited for InuYasha to catch up.
It would undoubtedly be a long night a head of them and emotionlessly Sesshomaru surveyed the other guests like they were parasites, some of which he concluded were. High class, deep pocketed politicians, doctors, lawyers, and their wives littered the place. Penguin suited caterers dancing around the clumps of people with trays of finger foods and alcohol held at neck level; fake smiles plastered on their faces. All of Naraku was fake to Sesshomaru and catching InuYasha’s snide comment about the said host almost made him smirk.
Politely he refused the beverages, his hands doing all the talking and his eyes unnoticeably taking in every bit of detail that they possibly could. To him it felt like any other ordinary overdramatic display of power and wealth, both of which Sesshomaru was certain Naraku was barely able to hide behind. Some didn’t know when it was best of hide in the shadows. Then again, it was the only the nightmares and things that went bump in the night that hid in the shadows; only the cowardly unworthy beasts like Naraku.
The music was loud yet soft and on any other occasion it would have relaxed his foul mood, but tonight it only proved to irritate and aggravate him. He wished that it was still the era of swords, and freely roaming beasts because the sudden urge to kill something was a sharp ache in his chest, one that he didn’t want to ignore. He wasn’t sure about the reason behind the distaste of lovely music, but it had to do with the man that stood like a mountain of black hair and normally Sesshomaru would have kept his distance if something - or someone hadn’t caught his eye.
She sat tall on a backless chair, perfect like a girl graduated from an overpriced finishing school would, but something in the way she held herself had his eyebrows raising with curiosity. Pale skin, softer in color than the moon itself and hair blacker than even the deepest depths of the ocean. It was like he was staring at some finely polished porcelain doll, sitting obediently in frilly lace and silk. She reminded him of the women in the movies or comics that InuYasha liked to read so much that were always dressed in the French maid’s outfits.
Only instead of the cliché black and white the mystery woman was in a carnation pink and blood red. It was almost seductive, borderline exotic with her small nose and the curve of her lips and the pink silk ribbon hid probably her most astonishing features, her overly expressive eyes.
To him she was almost like all the other women, demon or not that found their way into Naraku’s bed and he would have believed her to be if not the way Naraku threw a malicious glance his way and the way his strategically placed hand tensed on the woman at his side. It looked to Sesshomaru like Naraku was trying to hide something and that alone piqued his interest.
Making his way to where Naraku stood, Sesshomaru let his eyes linger on the young girl. She couldn’t have been any older than her early twenties if that and Sesshomaru didn’t have to ask InuYasha to pull out his hand pilot for the said device was already scanning a picture of the unknown woman and checking the registry’s database. A few similar matches popped up, but were discarded as red eyes watched curiously, fingernails digging into lace.
“Well it’s nice of you to join us Sesshomaru,” Naraku cooed teasingly, his tone tight yet smooth.
“I’ll assume that your friend’s not from the country,” no use wasting time with manners, at least not when Naraku was involved. “Especially since you know what they do with unregistered soul binders.”
Naraku tsked, his smile never fading but still managing to subtly glare daggers at Sesshomaru and InuYasha.
“But of course,” when in doubt be suave and Naraku was laying it on thick. “Though I must have you know that this beauty is not soul bound like you think. Merely a guest such as yourself or anyone else in here. Just a harmless guest I assure you.”
“Yeah right like we’d be caught dead listening to anything you have to say,” InuYasha was always good at interrupting and the small crowd that had gathered slipped away from the three of them. “We don’t care who this broad is, get her registered since she’s your guest. Unless you wanna see more of us that is.”
Sesshomaru felt his instincts pulling at him to smack his brother and rip through Naraku’s throat with his well-maintenanced claws, but he’d become fascinated by the girl in a nonchalant kind of way. There was something about her that tugged at his mind and without so much as a thought otherwise Sesshomaru decided that she was worthy of further investigation. Less than pleasant chit-chat occupied the three of them until Naraku called it a night and with a soft push had the mystery girl on her feet, her frilly skirt barely covering her thighs, pink stalking straightening out and giving her more of a sexual appeal.
She bowed to them, her hair slipping over her shoulder and exposing the back of her neck to Sesshomaru. It was a very submissive pose, one that had Sesshomaru eying the small spider tattoo on the base of her neck and then she was gone, disappearing somewhere down a dark hall with an unpredictable beast.
“Come InuYasha,” Sesshomaru said sparing one last glance where the girl sat for most, if not all night. “We have much work to do.”
“But I was supposed to play with the girls when I got back,” Sesshomaru rolled his eyes, InuYasha was one of the definitions for slacker. “Oww! Shit Sesshomaru don’t hit me I’m not sixteen anymore!”
o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o
Naraku paced between the bedpost and the window, his long wavy hair twisted into a tight braid and his expensive pajama pants shimmering. There was so much to think about now that Sesshomaru and InuYasha had decided to stick their noses into his business. He needed a way to keep them occupies, but innocently, he had to think of something that he wouldn’t think of doing - something that would surprise the ever so clever InuYoukai Sesshomaru and his pathetic half breed brother, not to mention everybody else eying his demise.
It would be difficult and angrily Naraku picked up a discarded letter opener and hurled it at the bedroom window, listening to the loud shattering of glass as it broke and clattered to the ground. It would have to be perfect or else Sesshomaru would see right through it like last time. The anger grew steadily in his stomach and he felt himself losing his grip on his composure as he hurled a chair into the nearby vanity. He refused to let Sesshomaru or anybody else for that matter to get the best of him. And he would do anything necessary to be sure it never happened. Naraku wasn’t the type to take failure lying down like some helpless woman.
Speaking of women, Naraku turned his angry gaze on Rin as she walked through the door, her robe closed tightly and another towel around her shoulders catching the water as it dripped from damp ebony locks. She always felt so dirty after being around Naraku more than necessary and after a long hot shower she almost felt relaxed. Well at least she had until she walked into hr room to find her keeper tearing it apart.
Frowning Rin opened her mouth to yell - a bad habit she rarely allowed herself to revert to, but Naraku was upon her, towering over her with a glint in his eyes that never meant anything good. She didn’t scream as he grabbed her, his claws digging crescent shaped cuts into her arms. She didn’t flinch or try pulling away when he shook her like a rag doll, but her eyes rolled up in the back of her head as he invaded her and threw her deeper into the darkness than she’d ever been before. She was being ripped away from what was left of her humanity and Naraku laughed watching her crumble to the floor like she was boneless.
When things seemed hopeless there would always be another plan, another, simpler route to glory and power he could take and he thanked Sesshomaru for the possibility. It would be like taking candy from a baby. Leaving the bedroom, Naraku trekked down the empty and dark hallway headed in the direction of his office. There was work to do and there was no time to waste.
“Koga,” he called out snapping on the lights and pulling papers from their tacked place on the wall. “Kagura!”
A breeze tickled his neck and he turned to see her leaning defiantly against the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest. Kagura wasn’t one to be trusted, Naraku knew that much; however, she would be essential for his plan. Unwilling or not she had no choice.
“What do you want? I was kinda busy.”
“I want you to do something for me,” Koga came out from his place in a dark corner, his blue eyes glowing and his head bent in an eerie position. It was like he was looking up from the ground in those older Japanese horror films and if Kagura hadn’t been used to the look it would have creped her out.
“What do you want?” she repeated irritably, her ruby eyes narrowing at Naraku angrily. “I don’t have time for this.”
“Of course not,” He sneered cornering Kagura against the door, his white canines baring menacingly. “You have to go play the part of wanton slut to that beloved Sesshomaru of yours. No wondering where you’ve been at. All I have to do is breathe and I can smell fucking dog all over you!”
“Better than having your scent,” she retorted viciously. “I don’t like smelling like rotting flesh or like a half-breed!”
Growling angrily, Naraku lunged at Kagura and she didn’t know what had hit her until she saw her left arm hit the wall feet away from him and plop onto the plush carpet in a puddle of blood.
E/N: Well this chapter was a little darker than I originally planned it to be, but I guess it works. I don't have the next chapter quite in my mind yet, but I do the know the basics that I want to happen. Started working on a new story, it's just a bunch of one-shots of our lovely couple Rin and Sesshomaru. Check it out! lol it's called "A First Time For Everything". The next update will be as soon as I get it out, which with my luck will be in the next week or so. I've been in a writing mood lately and it shows! Kyah! Thanks for all the reviews! I greatly appreciate them!
Now feed your nearest Authoress and she will love you for a life time! GO!
Until next time, Krystal.
Into the Darkness
Chapter Five
By: Miztikal-Dragon
It was bright out all around her, she could feel the warmth from the lights but all she could see was black. Music played obnoxiously, the sweet melody of violins and other string instruments assaulting her ears like nails on a chalk board. Loud laughter and drowned out voices Lethe know she was in the presence of an enormous crowd and she felt her stomach beginning to knot. She didn’t like people.
Her keeper said it would only be a small gathering, but then again he often spouted lies so she shouldn’t have been too surprised, yet she was drowning in her mental nervousness. She couldn’t remember the last time she was exposed to such a large crowd, if ever, and she was thankful for the long silk ribbon hiding her eyes. He told her it was to keep others from seeing the dull almost dead bookbinder eyes, but she couldn’t be too sure of anything.
Her long hair fluttered around her, her bangs making her forehead itch and silently she wondered how ridiculous she appeared to look. The dress was frilly, she could feel the material of her cuffs and the poof of the skirts of her short dress, it was uncomfortable despite the overheard compliments of the pinks and blood red shades.
How lovely. She was disgusted by the whole scenario, the picture she’d conjured in her mind and with her keepers large cold hand resting unwavering on her shoulder. She wanted to claw at it and scream. Too bad for her it didn’t show on her face; she wasn’t certain if she would ever be able to again, not while she lived with an eternal darkness.
She wanted things to bug her and push her buttons so she could feel anger boiling in her blood; just so she could feel something other than the emptiness, but then again, she was okay with just feeling something. The ribbon itched and the sudden urge to sigh pulled at her chest, though she easily pushed it back as she felt the hand on her shoulder tighten.
It was like time suddenly stopped and she felt cold all over. She could feel eyes staring at her, scrutinizing her and she suppressed the shudder crawling on her skin. If she hadn’t been so cold she was positive she would have broken out into a nervous sweat. Those eyes were unblinking and never seemed to leave her and as the light-headedness was beginning to settle in, the feeling disappeared.
Tears brimmed on her eye lashes hearing a gentle voice tickling the back of her mind and she was once again more than grateful for the ribbon over her eyes. It hid her slip of weakness and spared her the torture her keeper would undoubtedly inflict if he had seen it.
Conversations grew louder around her, her keeper’s monotone voice quickly lulling her into a comatose state and her mind drifted deeper inside itself. Ego boosting get togethers that he liked to throw made her sick and retreat into the nothingness that had kept her held hostage for so many years; it kept her safe and she let herself go. When there was nothing, she was at peace. No horrible memories or nightmares, no reality and nothing to break her already long since broken heart and it was her haven.
Her thoughts were interrupted once again, but this time not by a touch, but a voice. A baritone voice that screamed for respect and was as cold and stoic as the eyes that watched her for the better part of the night. His tone was teasing but demanding and her keeper tensed as the other man spoke and though she could barely understand what was being said, this strange man had a voice she knew she’d never be allowed to forget.
There was something about it that screamed danger and mystery, but more than that it brought up emotions and thoughts she’d pushed down so long ago. The kind that were easily taken advantage of and exploited by her keeper.
o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.
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Sesshomaru glanced nonchalantly into the rearview mirror catching the eyes of his younger brother from inside the vehicle behind his own. Neither of them had wanted to waste an hour of their lives driving to the ridiculously enormous place they were now pulling into, but it wasn’t like either of them really had a choice. Getting an invitation was one thing that Sesshomaru could easily avoid; however, it was the man - or rather half man who had invited them that he couldn’t.
Naraku was a pain that never went away completely, an eye sore that Sesshomaru was merely waiting out and boy did he long to rake his claws through the dumb half-breed. Climbing out of his car, Sesshomaru locked it before straightening out his blazer, there had to be no wrinkles, no flaws and slipping the jingling keys into his pocket, he calmly waited for InuYasha to catch up.
It would undoubtedly be a long night a head of them and emotionlessly Sesshomaru surveyed the other guests like they were parasites, some of which he concluded were. High class, deep pocketed politicians, doctors, lawyers, and their wives littered the place. Penguin suited caterers dancing around the clumps of people with trays of finger foods and alcohol held at neck level; fake smiles plastered on their faces. All of Naraku was fake to Sesshomaru and catching InuYasha’s snide comment about the said host almost made him smirk.
Politely he refused the beverages, his hands doing all the talking and his eyes unnoticeably taking in every bit of detail that they possibly could. To him it felt like any other ordinary overdramatic display of power and wealth, both of which Sesshomaru was certain Naraku was barely able to hide behind. Some didn’t know when it was best of hide in the shadows. Then again, it was the only the nightmares and things that went bump in the night that hid in the shadows; only the cowardly unworthy beasts like Naraku.
The music was loud yet soft and on any other occasion it would have relaxed his foul mood, but tonight it only proved to irritate and aggravate him. He wished that it was still the era of swords, and freely roaming beasts because the sudden urge to kill something was a sharp ache in his chest, one that he didn’t want to ignore. He wasn’t sure about the reason behind the distaste of lovely music, but it had to do with the man that stood like a mountain of black hair and normally Sesshomaru would have kept his distance if something - or someone hadn’t caught his eye.
She sat tall on a backless chair, perfect like a girl graduated from an overpriced finishing school would, but something in the way she held herself had his eyebrows raising with curiosity. Pale skin, softer in color than the moon itself and hair blacker than even the deepest depths of the ocean. It was like he was staring at some finely polished porcelain doll, sitting obediently in frilly lace and silk. She reminded him of the women in the movies or comics that InuYasha liked to read so much that were always dressed in the French maid’s outfits.
Only instead of the cliché black and white the mystery woman was in a carnation pink and blood red. It was almost seductive, borderline exotic with her small nose and the curve of her lips and the pink silk ribbon hid probably her most astonishing features, her overly expressive eyes.
To him she was almost like all the other women, demon or not that found their way into Naraku’s bed and he would have believed her to be if not the way Naraku threw a malicious glance his way and the way his strategically placed hand tensed on the woman at his side. It looked to Sesshomaru like Naraku was trying to hide something and that alone piqued his interest.
Making his way to where Naraku stood, Sesshomaru let his eyes linger on the young girl. She couldn’t have been any older than her early twenties if that and Sesshomaru didn’t have to ask InuYasha to pull out his hand pilot for the said device was already scanning a picture of the unknown woman and checking the registry’s database. A few similar matches popped up, but were discarded as red eyes watched curiously, fingernails digging into lace.
“Well it’s nice of you to join us Sesshomaru,” Naraku cooed teasingly, his tone tight yet smooth.
“I’ll assume that your friend’s not from the country,” no use wasting time with manners, at least not when Naraku was involved. “Especially since you know what they do with unregistered soul binders.”
Naraku tsked, his smile never fading but still managing to subtly glare daggers at Sesshomaru and InuYasha.
“But of course,” when in doubt be suave and Naraku was laying it on thick. “Though I must have you know that this beauty is not soul bound like you think. Merely a guest such as yourself or anyone else in here. Just a harmless guest I assure you.”
“Yeah right like we’d be caught dead listening to anything you have to say,” InuYasha was always good at interrupting and the small crowd that had gathered slipped away from the three of them. “We don’t care who this broad is, get her registered since she’s your guest. Unless you wanna see more of us that is.”
Sesshomaru felt his instincts pulling at him to smack his brother and rip through Naraku’s throat with his well-maintenanced claws, but he’d become fascinated by the girl in a nonchalant kind of way. There was something about her that tugged at his mind and without so much as a thought otherwise Sesshomaru decided that she was worthy of further investigation. Less than pleasant chit-chat occupied the three of them until Naraku called it a night and with a soft push had the mystery girl on her feet, her frilly skirt barely covering her thighs, pink stalking straightening out and giving her more of a sexual appeal.
She bowed to them, her hair slipping over her shoulder and exposing the back of her neck to Sesshomaru. It was a very submissive pose, one that had Sesshomaru eying the small spider tattoo on the base of her neck and then she was gone, disappearing somewhere down a dark hall with an unpredictable beast.
“Come InuYasha,” Sesshomaru said sparing one last glance where the girl sat for most, if not all night. “We have much work to do.”
“But I was supposed to play with the girls when I got back,” Sesshomaru rolled his eyes, InuYasha was one of the definitions for slacker. “Oww! Shit Sesshomaru don’t hit me I’m not sixteen anymore!”
o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o
Naraku paced between the bedpost and the window, his long wavy hair twisted into a tight braid and his expensive pajama pants shimmering. There was so much to think about now that Sesshomaru and InuYasha had decided to stick their noses into his business. He needed a way to keep them occupies, but innocently, he had to think of something that he wouldn’t think of doing - something that would surprise the ever so clever InuYoukai Sesshomaru and his pathetic half breed brother, not to mention everybody else eying his demise.
It would be difficult and angrily Naraku picked up a discarded letter opener and hurled it at the bedroom window, listening to the loud shattering of glass as it broke and clattered to the ground. It would have to be perfect or else Sesshomaru would see right through it like last time. The anger grew steadily in his stomach and he felt himself losing his grip on his composure as he hurled a chair into the nearby vanity. He refused to let Sesshomaru or anybody else for that matter to get the best of him. And he would do anything necessary to be sure it never happened. Naraku wasn’t the type to take failure lying down like some helpless woman.
Speaking of women, Naraku turned his angry gaze on Rin as she walked through the door, her robe closed tightly and another towel around her shoulders catching the water as it dripped from damp ebony locks. She always felt so dirty after being around Naraku more than necessary and after a long hot shower she almost felt relaxed. Well at least she had until she walked into hr room to find her keeper tearing it apart.
Frowning Rin opened her mouth to yell - a bad habit she rarely allowed herself to revert to, but Naraku was upon her, towering over her with a glint in his eyes that never meant anything good. She didn’t scream as he grabbed her, his claws digging crescent shaped cuts into her arms. She didn’t flinch or try pulling away when he shook her like a rag doll, but her eyes rolled up in the back of her head as he invaded her and threw her deeper into the darkness than she’d ever been before. She was being ripped away from what was left of her humanity and Naraku laughed watching her crumble to the floor like she was boneless.
When things seemed hopeless there would always be another plan, another, simpler route to glory and power he could take and he thanked Sesshomaru for the possibility. It would be like taking candy from a baby. Leaving the bedroom, Naraku trekked down the empty and dark hallway headed in the direction of his office. There was work to do and there was no time to waste.
“Koga,” he called out snapping on the lights and pulling papers from their tacked place on the wall. “Kagura!”
A breeze tickled his neck and he turned to see her leaning defiantly against the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest. Kagura wasn’t one to be trusted, Naraku knew that much; however, she would be essential for his plan. Unwilling or not she had no choice.
“What do you want? I was kinda busy.”
“I want you to do something for me,” Koga came out from his place in a dark corner, his blue eyes glowing and his head bent in an eerie position. It was like he was looking up from the ground in those older Japanese horror films and if Kagura hadn’t been used to the look it would have creped her out.
“What do you want?” she repeated irritably, her ruby eyes narrowing at Naraku angrily. “I don’t have time for this.”
“Of course not,” He sneered cornering Kagura against the door, his white canines baring menacingly. “You have to go play the part of wanton slut to that beloved Sesshomaru of yours. No wondering where you’ve been at. All I have to do is breathe and I can smell fucking dog all over you!”
“Better than having your scent,” she retorted viciously. “I don’t like smelling like rotting flesh or like a half-breed!”
Growling angrily, Naraku lunged at Kagura and she didn’t know what had hit her until she saw her left arm hit the wall feet away from him and plop onto the plush carpet in a puddle of blood.
E/N: Well this chapter was a little darker than I originally planned it to be, but I guess it works. I don't have the next chapter quite in my mind yet, but I do the know the basics that I want to happen. Started working on a new story, it's just a bunch of one-shots of our lovely couple Rin and Sesshomaru. Check it out! lol it's called "A First Time For Everything". The next update will be as soon as I get it out, which with my luck will be in the next week or so. I've been in a writing mood lately and it shows! Kyah! Thanks for all the reviews! I greatly appreciate them!
Now feed your nearest Authoress and she will love you for a life time! GO!
Until next time, Krystal.