InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Into The Darkness ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: Nope, Don't own InuYasha, Koga, Sesshomaru, or any others when it comes to the cast of InuYasha... Damn, admitting that really sucks.


Who’s to know if your soul will fade at all, the one you sold to fool the world. You lost your self-esteem along the way…


It seems like forever ago I posted something new! Lol Well this chapter wasn’t that hard to write, pretty cool I guess. It’s getting easier to direct this tale where I want it to so YAY! lol


Into The Darkness


By Miztikal-Dragon


Chapter Six


In the morning everything was different for Rin. Her mouth felt dry and fuzzy, her head hurt and her eyes stung painfully. It was all one giant blur and lifting her aching head from the ridiculously soft pillow, she groaned. Bright sunlight filtered in through the window making the snow-white walls glow abnormally.


She knew immediately that she wasn’t in her room because it smelled unused and the fact that there were no black curtains drowning out the light and her enormous four poster bed had somehow turned into a full sized white futon that laid in the corner of the room on the floor.


The bedroom wasn’t the only that was different, it went even further than she expected. No longer was she in Naraku’s huge useless house, but a small cramped one bedroom apartment with halfway decent furniture and cabinets filled with top ramen and spaghetti O’s, guess some things never went away with time.


It felt awkward , the silence, the knowledge of being Naraku free and she wanted to scream with joy, but she couldn’t because the spider would be close. He always was. There were gaps in her thoughts, some bigger than others, though after a nice hot cup of disgusting instant coffee and a neatly written note left by Naraku himself on her kitchen counter, those holes were filled up.


She faintly recalled the last couple of days and the “power learning” she’d been tortured with. Learning had come easily for Rin when she was in school, yet all the technology and modern must knows that Naraku forced into her head was enough to make any sane person lose it all.


And the worst part was that she was expected to keep the information, like an elephant, Rin wasn’t allowed to forget anything. It was hard and she still had an occasional nose bleed, yet she was coping and after a needed hot shower Rin dressed herself in a pair of nice black slacks and a tight fitting sating black button up shirt.


Some habits were too hard to kill and she frowned staring at herself in the mirror as she brushed her teeth. She hated her new look because it was like she was becoming an entirely new person and in a way she was; but it didn’t mean that she had to like it.


Okay, sure the layers of black and red framed her face and the foot and a half that had been chop doff needed to go; however, now she looked more like a human and she knew that she couldn’t ever be a normal human. It was impossible.


Rin refused the new music technology, there was no way she was allowing anything to mess with her brain waves or hook a transmitter for an eye computer. The headpiece that teenagers these days deemed the new “in” thing smashed and thrown back into Naraku’s face. There were limits she wouldn’t cross and everyone who tried to force her against her now old fashioned values would just have to kiss her grits because she wasn’t folding.


Although she did take the music device Strenciouz, which was a cousin to an old school Ipod or Zune, just without the downloading capabilities. Naraku took care of any music she might desire and she screamed in rage after hearing some of his selections.


It was more than apparent that Naraku went out of his way to make her fit in and she was a little grateful, though she knew he had to have some maniacal scheme planned. That was who he was and it almost scared her with the possibilities. It had to be something big since she couldn’t weasel any information from anyone - Kagura included, not that she talked to anyone anyway.


The time was still relatively early and instead of taking the tricked out Vespa knockoff, the latest model available, she slowly walked down the grimy stairs to the subway. They were easier to be invisible in and she needed the time to think.


It was crowded, but Rin merely closed her eyes and turned the music up loud enough she swore her eardrums would explode. Things were going to be different now that Naraku wasn’t hovering over her every move, very different and she didn’t know how long it would last or if she could be able to handle being truly alone, but she wasn’t definitely looking forward to it.


Thinking the subway was crowded, Rin found the streets were worse and it left her severely irritated walking down the street. Elbows dug into her ribs and a few times she had to grab onto a streetlight in order to keep herself from being thrown into speeding traffic.


After a few stumbles and bruises, she frowned and angrily began shoving back. It was like fighting her way through quick sand and at one point Rin tried clawing her way past people.


A half hour later Rin made it to the enormous building that she’d been instructed to go. Naraku assured her that there was an available position open for young adults and she rolled her eyes. She wasn’t anywhere near being young anymore and she added it onto more dry humor he used to remind her of who she was, his.


The Strenciouz buzzed in her ears and Naraku’s voice flooded into her head. It was a warning, one she paid no mind to as she switched to the next dark song that calmed her senses as she stared at the place she was supposedly employed at.


Compared to the other businesses this one was relatively small and even after all the extra research she did, not once could Rin find anything about what it was there for or what it did. To everyone it merely existed.


She knew it had to be important if Naraku was sending her there, important because she knew he wanted something he couldn’t have. He was exactly like every other spoiled rich boy in the world, well except for the fact that he was a disgusting half-breed monster that is.


So many people came and went, each blending in perfectly around them but Rin knew better. She knew how to keep from being seen if she didn’t want to be and digging into her over sized bag that hung loosely next to her hip for her I.D badge something awfully familiar caught the corner of her eyes and she stopped dead in her tracks a few feet away.


Shaggy black hair was half hazardly pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, blue eyes sparkling with laughter and a wide toothy grin. It couldn’t be, he was - well he was supposed to be dead right? She remembered finding the newspaper back in the early 90’s, but there he was and her breath caught in her throat.


How could Miroku still be alive? She looked at the official reports, the autopsies of both him and Sango, but then how? Quickly snapping back to reality, she stalked after him with an angry frown on her face, her hand clenched tightly around her badge hidden in her oversized bag.


In an instant everything was once again different. Rin tried following behind the Miroku look a like, and within seconds two security guards cut off her path, their large hands tugging and jerking her and at first she allowed them to with only minimal struggling.


She couldn’t afford to lose sight of him, not until she knew the truth; however, when a pair of burly arms wrapped around her from behind, lifting her feet of the ground, caging her, she felt her blood run cold.


She had been trying to get away, to run and be free, but she couldn’t. Somehow he safe place had become her prison and Rin tried calling out for help in a silent scream. She was trapped again. It was happening again, Rin could feel the darkness creeping around her vision, the bright leering red eyes burning into the bran on her neck and she snapped.


The loud snapping of bone made her cringe as she slipped to her knees, twisting the guard’s arm back painfully then shoving him towards the others. Her fists hit soft flesh as she punched one square in the jaw, she wasn’t going back; she refused to let them take her.


Why? Why did it have to be this way? Why couldn’t one day be easy and worry free? Didn’t they know how to wait until she could deal with it all? Why always now not later? Why?


Her breathing was ragged as she slung a rather heavy guard over her shoulder, her bag being torn off and the zipper slicing open the palm of her hand in the process. The bun she twirled her hair into fell apart and her hair tumbled down her head a she shielded her bleeding hand against her chest. All three guards lay moaning on the sidewalk and Rin quickly picked up her forgotten badge and spilled belongings from the ground.


Her hand hurt and blood seeped into her blouse and once again was grateful all of her clothing was the same color. It hid the bloodstains and she sighed looking at the broken strap of her bag. Life was just so fantastic she wanted to step out into traffic playing chicken with the speeding vehicles and end it all. That way she couldn’t have to deal with the same crap everyday.


Blinking away the brightness from her eyes, Rin turned to leave and a large clawed hand wrapped around her upper arm throwing her slightly off balance. At first she flinched from the unexpected touch, believing it was one of the back up guards; although, instead of an angry security guard, Rin found herself staring into the icy depths of amber.


All coherent thoughts ceased to exist and she could only follow dumbstruck behind the mystery man as he all bug dragged her into the building.


Rin knew he wasn’t angry, she saw t in the way he carried himself. Maybe a little irritated, but then again who wouldn’t be? Curious eyes watched them and for the first time in what felt like forever she was like a nervous child in front of the class during a presentation. The feeling wasn’t too welcoming though, it wasn’t like she cared. None of the other employees caught her interest and she wasn’t planning on making any kind of friends or acquaintances either.


The halls on the upper level were narrow and dull, like any other inconspicuous office layout was supposed to be she guessed. And just when she thought the faced paced walk couldn’t possibly get any longer, she was none too gently pushed into a decent sized office.


The door clicked shut loudly behind them and the clawed hand slipped away from her arm and who she assumed to be a very feminine man crossed the room opening a desk drawer and pulled out bandages, tossing them onto the edge of the desk.


Carefully she picked it up and wiped away the trails of blood from her arms and palm. It was a nice gesture and she sighed heavily lowering herself into the uncomfortable chair. Things were only steadily growing worse and Rin cursed her luck as she glanced at the name of the man who sat in front of her from a near by plaque.


Sesshomaru Takahara, President.


“You’re little display has caused a lot of unwanted attention,” his voice was deep and cold and she’d heard it before. “What do you have to say for yourself?”


He had more questions for her, a lot more questions that he demanded answers for because Sesshomaru was curious and detested having to wait. What he’d seen had been impressive and the tiny girl in front of him sat straight, her blue eyes holding his gaze with a hard stare that made her seem older than she looked, and she looked extremely young by his standards.


The girl was different from the other humans he came in contact with on a daily basis, different in ways that made him suspicious and it shined a light on something inside him that Sesshomaru never knew even existed. She was human, a weak human but his instincts refused to take his eyes from her and her mysterious look.


Sesshomaru wanted to compare her to other young humans and she fit the description to a T, the clothes, pale skin, the full curve of her lips, and small nose and he had to admit the red highlights weren’t what he’d been expecting.


As she took on his security guards it was like she was performing a dance yet the way her eyes had glazed over made him frown. Her aura had changed so drastically that it left a foul taste in his mouth, but the way her hair tumbled down had been like blood was raining on her like water and it had left him almost breathless.


Sesshomaru would have been blind to say she wasn’t attractive, because she was, but humans also weren’t supposed to fit his fancy. He didn’t like weak beings, humans in general he detested, though Miroku and Sango were an exception and InuYasha’s little woman had some respect, but he’d never say it out loud.


He wasn’t the type to throw around compliments and his mind strayed wondering how this mysterious girl’s legs looked under her slacks. Were they tones muscles or regular? Were her legs as long as she made them seem or was tall some kind of illusion.


Well he tried not to think about it as she subtly moved in her seat, she knew what he was staring at and it wasn’t just her eyes anymore.


“Do you realize how much trouble you’ve gotten yourself into girl?” He wasn’t n the mood anymore, not when his mind was wandering to places he felt it had no place to wander. He wasn’t attracted to humans.


She merely shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly before tossing her I.D. badge onto the desk. Rin Taber, her name rolled off his tongue like fine wine and he realized that she was supposed to be the girl starting in the mailroom.


Of course he didn’t find it necessary to hire yet another stranger when it wasn’t needed, but obviously Kagura did and he would have to have a nice long talk with her later when he wasn’t busy.


Sesshomaru wanted to sigh or stab himself with a sharp letter opener, he could feel another headache forming and he pinched the bridge of his nose. Rising to his feet, Rin followed his lead and smoothing out the imaginary wrinkles in her shirt.


With one last icy glare, Sesshomaru called the mail room manager Jingiih, and had the young girl whisked away to begin her place at the lowest part of the totem pole, not that he cared. He’d have to keep an eye on this girl because here was something about her that was like a moth to the flame and Sesshomaru didn’t like it.


And watch her he did. Rin saw him more frequently than she did her other co-workers over the next month and though it had a warm feeling building in the pit of her stomach, it scared her. She already had one half-breed watching her, she didn’t need a pure breed doing the same.


Sure she learned a lot through the gossip train that surrounded just about every unsupervised corner or water dispenser in the building and despite it being more than annoying rumors, she grew used to it.


She guessed the feeling was something similar to breaking in a new pair of shoes, it all was worth it in the end, yet it was still horribly uncomfortable. There was no need for talking, she didn’t like the sound of her voice, not since - well that wasn’t something she wanted to think about so she did what she did best. Rin stayed silent and worked efficiently like she was supposed to do.


Other person’s smiling faces made her uneasy and she tried keeping herself as expressionless as possible. They learned to stop asking unnecessary questions after a while and at one point she was certain folk thought she was deaf. Their decisions to talk louder and like an autistic child making her head hurt rolling her eyes extremely annoyed.


Then again people learned just to wave because she responded better when they weren’t making Asses of themselves constantly. Things were beginning to settle down for Rin, the pieces calmly falling into their rightful place and she found herself relaxing more two and a half months after starting.


And when she finally let her guard down in the tiniest bit, she saw him again. She’d been pushing the mail cart, piles of white and yellow envelopes filling it up and she’d grabbed a few handfuls beginning the mundane duty of passing out the sorted mail to their rightful owners.


One of the other mail clerks sorted everything out and normally Rin was on level seventeen instead of twenty-six, the top floor, so the names were newer as well as the faces and glancing down at the envelope in question, she checked the director. The arrangement of desks and offices were different and she raised an eyebrow before knocking on the closed door.


The secretary had taken an early lunch so Rin had to hand deliver the mail today instead of just dropping it off at the secretary’s desk.


“Come in,” it was a masculine and sleek voice and slowly Rin opened the door, turning to reach into the cart and gather all needed envelopes, not paying attention as she skimmed across the printed name.


She blinked rereading the name in shock before spinning around to face the man. It couldn’t be, the name - she thought she’d been imaging things when she first thought she saw Miroku, but apparently she hadn’t been.


All the letters in her arms fell to the floor and she reached for the cart only to knock it over, all the once presorted mail scattering across the carpet as he glanced up at her.

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water seeing him rising to his feet and without thinking she kneeled and began grabbing at the envelopes, scrambling to put them all back into the cart. Her fingers trembled violently making it almost impossible to keep a hold of anything and she silently cursed herself beginning to panic.


“Miss,” Miroku’s voice was close, too close, his hand finding the back of one of hers and she shrieked jumping away from him as though he was diseased.


It was him, there was no other explanation, but how? It wasn’t possible and she scrambled to her feet almost knocking her mail cart over again only to run into a pair of strong arms and things only escalated.


“Miroku what are you-” The feminine voice shook Rin worse than seeing Miroku’s and turning to face the new arrival Rin gazed up into Sango’s angry yet worried eyes.


Rin almost had a heart attack from shock as black dots danced across her vision and she shoved away from the woman, a loud gasp escaping her throat. Her world was collapsing on itself and she was seeing dead people that had no business at her work place.


Her heart was pounding rapidly in her chest, the beating muscles trying to escape from her ribs and Rin stumbled over her own feet, her hands grabbing out for anything to keep her standing and they latched onto yet another person. Clawed hands steadied her, holding her firm and her wide eyes stared into amber and she thought she would die she couldn’t take this.


“What in the world is wrong with you Ms. Taber? Sesshomaru’s tone was demanding and Rin wanted to cry as she struggled to calm down.


“I-I can I can’t breathe,” she’d forgotten the wound of her own voice and though it was raw and hoarse, Rin knew it belonged to her. It was the last thing she remembered as the world around her disappeared and she became trapped in the darkness of her mind.


E/N: Finally Rin and Sesshomaru get to meet! Lol Well maybe it wouldn’t have been too bad if Rin wasn’t so mental. XD I’m hoping the next chapter will be up in about a week, but no promises.


Feedback is appreciated. Give the authoress something to chew on, because it makes me giggle!


Yep. Until next time,

-Krystal-