InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Into The Darkness ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 8 )

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


Yay, an update so quickly! Well this story is getting easier to write now that I’ve had time to sit down and review the outline and what not. This is easily turning into one of my favorite stories that I’ve put out so far. Kyah so awesome.. Talk about self-promotion ne? lol


Well on a heavier note, I’m rather upset with something said about this story that to me makes absolutely no sense, well unless you’re the anon who wrote it I guess.


Just so all of you unsure readers know. This is a RIN/SESSHOMARU story line. I am NOT sorry that there’s more Rin/Kohaku-ness as of this moment. THIS STORY ISN’T EVEN HALF WAY FINISHED YET!


I understand we are all anxious for the Rin/Sesshomaru-ness, but it just irks me when someone complains about that. I hoped that I portrayed exactly how IN LOVE Rin is with Kohaku when the story began, besides, they just met, they can’t just jump into bed together and ignore all her inner turmoil and expect for the story to have a decent plot line. Sweet Monkey cheeses get over it, this is only chapter 7! Gimme some slack!


That’s all I really wanted to say, but THANK YOU for all reviews left, they make me giggle. Hoping you enjoy this chapter more. It’s quirky.


Into The Darkness


By Miztikal-Dragon


Chapter Seven:


Quietly he sat in a leather chair, silver hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, and amber eyes hidden behind a pair of reading glasses. The day had been eventful to say the least and with business hours over he would have been able to concentrate better, but not today.


Today Sesshomaru was lucky if he could pay attention to anything else besides the unconscious girl in Miroku’s office. She was the cause of the day’s “excitement” and the single object constantly on his mind. This mysterious, reserved, and solitary creature surprised everyone when she freaked out on his floor, though it was still confusing exactly why it all started to begin with.


To say the least it piqued his interest and with old calculating eyes, he watched her. The long leather couch rested next to the mahogany door, the smell of sandalwood making his nose itch.


Personally, he didn’t care for Miroku’s office, but his was the only one with a couch to lay Rin on and he ignored the reasoning behind buying the leather monstrosity in the first place. Sure comfort at work was a given, well at least to a point and Sesshomaru didn’t believe in frivolous luxuries, it wasn’t how he liked things.


However, those things were beside the point. Rin, she was the creature stealing his attention everyday, invading his thoughts when no human should be allowed, but somehow she did with only the bat of an eyelash.


Was he weaker because of her? He didn’t know, yet he wasn’t willing to find out either. Sesshomaru knew once he figured out the trigger behind his little obsession he’d squash it and return to normal - without her corrupting his mind like a brain eating disease.


That’s all humans really were - disgusting parasites, a disease that kept multiplying no matter what. Humans were like cockroaches and they disgusted him to no end. Well, then again, he mentally corrected himself, there were few that were worthy, but that wasn’t important.


The computer next to him beeped and changing his gaze from Rin to the screen, he reviewed the retrieved dated before pulling out the hidden flat keyboard and redirecting to a new database system. Sesshomaru wasn’t the best at hacking into high-security systems, although he was more knowledgeable these days than most of the idiots out there and it only took two hours to dig around in the newest database until he found her.


Frowning, Sesshomaru downloaded the data into an encrypted empty diskette and sealed it for direct veta-mailing to Shippo. The information seemed too new - it had been injected into the system and how could she be from the unregistered islands yet have no record of her, no identification number, date of birth, or the registered data?


Whoever inputted her did a ridiculously horrible job doing so and how she hadn’t been found was another mystery, but he’d find out later because absolutely nothing got passed Sesshomaru.


She felt the eyes on her and she tried falling deeper into herself. It felt safer to be alone. At least while lost in her thoughts, Rin could keep away her unwanted feelings, but nonetheless she was being torn away from it. She wanted to be alone with her stinging eyes and pounding headache, yet when thinking about it, she never got what she wanted. Well, not with out a price.


Her hair felt greasy running her fingers through it and quietly she groaned forcing herself to sit up. The room was dark all around her except for the fluorescent glowing of a desk lamp and computer screen. She didn’t want to meet the eyes staring at her almost hypnotically, but she couldn’t help it. His aura demanded her to and in an instant she was lost in his icy gaze.


His look made her feel naked and exposed like he already knew all her darkest secrets and she almost opened her mouth to spill her heart to him. There was just something about the way he watched her that felt almost sad and as he stood Rin had to swallow the lump forming in her throat and try calming down her pounding heart.


“Rin,” his voice was even more hypnotizing than his gaze as he pulled a chair in between them and sitting down. “You have a lot to explain.”


“I’m-” her brain shorted watching Sesshomaru cross his legs elegantly, his long fingers brushing hers as he handed her an unopened bottle of water. Sipping a little of the clear liquid, Rin coughed clearing her raw throat. “I’m sorry, it was an accident. It’ll never happen again sir.”


Sesshomaru’s eyebrow rose curiously at the formal title, the way her hands trembled not going unnoticed. Was she afraid of him? Neither of them were certain, but he quietly waited for her to continue and when she didn’t, he did.


“How old are you Rin?” He asked.


“Twenty-two,” her eyes darted toward the floor, her hands clenching in her, and Sesshomaru knew she was lying.


“Who are your parents?”


“I don’t know,” she said her voice cracking. “They died when I was really young.”


Another lie, followed by more, everything she said was nothing but a lie, yet he continued asking her less than personal questions which he already knew the answers to.


He could tell they were rehearsed answers by the way her brows furrowed and the way her replies were growing easier to say, no matter how vague a question he asked. It made him wonder who she really was, though it didn’t matter because soon she’d mess up and slip and he’d have trapped her.


She was getting confused, trying to keep up with his monotone voice, but she didn’t dare look at him, not with those cold and all knowing eyes. Rin couldn’t afford to go on, but she couldn’t walk away now - not when she was always being watched. She knew what happened when Naraku was crossed and it wasn’t pretty.


“I do not tolerate being lied to Rin,” Sesshomaru spoke as he stood and Rin’s eyes shot up seeing his irritated glare. “You are hiding something and sooner or later I will know. Now come it’s late. Did you drive here?”


Her mouth opened and closed like a drowning fish searching for the words to say. The way Sesshomaru held himself made her think about how her dad would when he was upset and she shivered. It had been years since the last time she allowed herself to think fondly about her parents and she could feel the shame building in her stomach.


If her parents knew what she was now they’d hate her as much as she hated herself. She was a monster. “I drove, I-”


“Come then,” he said interrupting her and draping his jacket over his arm glaring at her silently daring her to refuse. “It’s late, show me where you parked.”


She nodded silently climbing to her feet, his clawed hand wrapping around her arm to help steady her and small blush warmed her cheeks in embarrassment thanking him. Walking next to Sesshomaru gave Rin time to regroup, to think and by the time they were down in the employee parking lot, her scooter standing out like a sore thumb, she had rethought her opinion of Sesshomaru.


Sure he acted like a cold uncaring person, he was a tough demanding creature that expected perfection from everything, which was okay. Everyone had their quirks, yet it was the way his eyes softened a little when he handed her her black helmet, or the slight brush of his hands as he took her keys settling himself on the scooter and expecting her to get on as well.


The “come here” look had butterflies flapping in her stomach wrapping her arms tightly around his waist as the engine revved and the two of them shot off down the employee parking lot like a bat out of hell. Her hold on him was practically a death grip as he sped down the roads, his long silver hair blowing violently around her face.


It was a nice feeling, she decided, the cold air nipping at her neck, the warmth that radiated off Sesshomaru’s back, she hadn’t realized how much she missed even the most innocent of touches.


Then again she started noticing a lot more things thanks to Sesshomaru and she wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing. It all was a little unnerving yet something inside of her reached desperately for it and she wanted to be around him more.


Maybe it was a little creepy - to want someone who was icy and seemingly uncaring on the outside and who could possible destroy her if he wanted to, but she did and badly.


And in what felt like a blink of an eye, she was staring at the apartment building she resided and a feeling of dread washed over her as she pulled off her helmet. The engine faded and she wanted to curl up into a ball and cry.


All of the lights were off in the building except for one making the darkness heavy and almost tangible in the air. Only that one light filtered down, a lone figure standing like a statue and she could feel his burning angry gaze on her before the light went out. Naraku was waiting for her.


“Answer me one question Rin,” her arms tightened around Sesshomaru’s waist as he spoke. “Why do you always wear nothing but black?”


“Why black?” she asked as he turned to face her, the helmet falling from her lap and onto the road beneath them.


“Yes,” he was watching her again and it made the sick feeling building in her stomach disappear. “Be honest this time.”


“Because,” she whispered more to herself than Sesshomaru, her head resting on his back. “Because black hides all the bloodstains.”


It wasn’t an answer he was expecting in the least and it unnerved him. ‘Because black hides all the bloodstains.’? That wasn’t an answer that Sesshomaru was willing to accept, he wanted a better explanation from her than that.


Rin was too young to be bathed in blood like he had been. Then, out of a nowhere, an idea came to mind and holding Rin’s wrist with one of his hands, Sesshomaru started up her ridiculous Vespa and sped off down the street abandoning her helmet.


Her surprised cry had a small smile spreading on his face and it widened feeling Rin tighten her hold, burying her face into his back. It was an alien feeling but one that at the moment he welcomed as he whizzed passed cars and intersections. He was heading home - to his territory and playing field and Rin would have to suffer his company until he got all that he wanted from her and more.


Sure, technically he was kidnapping her, but that was fine with him. If she was as much as a nobody as her record claimed her to be then there would be nobody to miss her. There would be no explaining himself to anybody on his behalf because Sesshomaru never reported to anyone besides himself. Everyone else was just along for the ride, he was the boss, he made the rules and everyone else would just have to grin and bare it.


It took easily over an hour to get home and pulling up near the front door, Sesshomaru could smell the fading scent of food. No doubt Kagome managed to keep InuYasha from the kitchen, he mused to himself.


He didn’t bother waiting for Rin since he already knew she’d follow him and he relished at the though. Rin’s fingers brushed against the back of his hand and he was surprised by the wave of goose pimples that attacked his flesh. The sudden chilly warmth wasn’t what he was expecting and he spared her a nonchalant glance before striding inside his home towards his office.


There were still more than plenty of things he still needed to do before he would even harbor the thought of relaxing and besides that, Rin would need one of the spare rooms for the night. He knew a few close to his own so he could keep an eye on her, he told himself, and after leaving her to her own devices, Sesshomaru went to his study.


He could smell the anger wafting from there, not to mention faintly hear Sango’s rather loud voice. From the looks of it tonight would be one long as hell night for him and Sesshomaru wasn’t pleased.


Sesshomaru raised his eyebrows curiously noticing the files clutched tightly in Sango’s trembling hands as he entered the room, Miroku’s silky smooth voice trying to coax the woman into calming down and apparently failing.


Whatever happened wasn’t an accident like Rin claimed and he could feel the onset of a headache closing the door behind him and settling in his comfortable leather chair - a luxury that every demon such as himself deserved.


“Sango have a seat,” he said calmly eyeing the files that he knew the soul-bonded woman never let out of her sight. Talk about obsessed.


“Who is she?” Sango demanded practically throwing herself into the chair besides Miroku’s. “And don’t play games Sesshomaru. I’m not in the mood for it.”


“None of us are it seems.” Miroku added in, always so perceptive the ex-monk, his hand taking his wife’s and his clear eyes now clouded with emotion.


“Very interesting,” it was getting person for the two humans in front of him and he was glad for making his earlier decision. “Her name is Rin Taber. She’s a very interesting creature and I’ve taken to observing her. Now besides today’s little fiasco with the office mail, what is Rin’s connection with your investigations?”


He watched the way their faces fell at the mentioning of Rin’s name and if he was a betting youkai (which he wasn’t), he’d bet his left arm that by the end of the night Sango would be in tears. He could already see it in her eyes despite her desperately trying to hide it. For Sango this was impossible.


“I assume such since the two of you seem to know her,” he spoke a little softer than normal as Miroku took the files Sango spent years and years putting together and pulled out a handful of old Polaroid pictures and placing them on his desk.


“I-” Miroku cleared his throat of the garbled emotions as best he could. “That’s Rin, it has to be her. There’s just too many similarities between the two - but I don’t know how she’s - how it’s possible that she’s still so young I mean..”


“She could be bonded could she not?” Sesshomaru glanced at the delicate photographs of a smiling teenage-girl with blue eyes filled with so many emotions, so overly expressive eyes laughing at the other occupant of the photo, Sango’s little brother.


He admitted that it was uncanny, maybe a little difference of two, but nothing that couldn’t be explained by time and life experiences. Coincidences just didn’t happen like that, not with Sango and Miroku involved.


“But that’s just it!” Sango spouted jumping up from her seat and pulling slightly at her bangs in frustration. “How could she have been bonded? It’s im-fucking-possible because the police found all the blood and the tracks! She wouldn’t have made it out of the bronco without a scratch, not with all the blood! They said the wolves got to her first. Rin died that day with Kohaku! She had to!”


“Confusing yes,” Sesshomaru flipped through the photos and found himself irritated by how happy his Rin seemed to be with Kohaku - a dead boy. He was becoming jealous over a boy- a human boy who’d been dead for over sixty years and why was beyond where he wanted to go at the moment. Things were becoming too complicated and it was leaving a rather disgusting taste in his mouth.


“I’ll have Shippo look into this,” Sesshomaru said handing Miroku back the photos, he no longer wanted to look at them. “There is obviously something strange and not quite right going on but I’ll be keeping an eye on Rin until all of my questions are answered.


He wanted to go to the guestroom and demand answers from her. “But until then you are to pretend like nothing has changed. You don’t know her or remember her face until I say you do. Is that understood?”


“Yes,” Miroku said solemnly before taking a hold of his wife gently and guiding her from the study leaving Sesshomaru alone with his thoughts.


E/N: I’m trying to take Sesshomaru into a different perspective than I’ve normally done him in. Yes, he’s still quite the asshole, but to a deeper level I believe. Borderline creepy with his obsession for Rin, but it just makes things more interesting I believe. So torn yet so stricken, perfect combination. W00t


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Until next time, Krystal.