InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ So Emotional ❯ Part Two ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: Nope, don’t own anything here besides the plot….


Well this story is a spin off my story FACE DOWN, you don't have to read it in order to understand it, but I figured I'd let you know.


WARNINGS: Language, dirty minds, some sexual (not sexual-sexual) content-ish-ness lol It fills me with sweet, sugary goodness. You are warned.


So Emotional --Christina Aguilera


By Miztikal-Dragon


Part Two:
To say that he was disgusted with himself was an understatement. Anything just short of killing himself was a pleasant idea and rubbing the ache in his shoulder, Sesshomaru unlocked his door and shuffled inside. His decision to go and vent some of his frustrations through Kagura couldn't have been a worse idea than drinking bleach. He recognized his mistake now and it did nothing to calm his nerves. It only seemed to add onto them, building, curling up like a rattlesnake ready to bite and he was waiting for the moment he snapped.
The cab ride to Kagura's studio had been a relaxing one, an hour and a half of thoughts that purely belonged to him. Seductive music played in the yellow vehicle, the foreign words slowing down his quickened heart beat and giving him the mental strength to push Rin from his mind. He'd been doing well if he said so himself, almost back to his normal state of uncaring; however, the moment he had stepped in front of Kagura's door he wondered if he was making a mistake.
She had flung open the door, her dark deceptive eyes watching him with a lust daze, her manicured nails grabbing at him and pulling him inside. The door closed with an eerie click, her eager hands and lips everywhere and before he could make up his mind to leave the familiar sound of buttons popping filled his ears. He could have stopped her if he had wanted to, he had the strength to pull a mere woman off him and remembered doing such on other occasions, but he didn't.
The first moments were remembered in a thick haze. He had been standing in front of her door, his long hair tickling the back of his neck, seconds later he was sitting down on Kagura's leather couch, his expensive shirt a few buttons less and his pants wide open as she, with a flick of her elegant wrist filled her mouth with him. That was the first time he lost control, his hand grabbing Kagura, forcing her deeper, using her like a toy and all too soon it was over and she only seemed to want him more.
Sesshomaru was never a decidedly cruel man, he wasn't the kind to torture people, it was beneath him, and yet tonight he was the cruelest person he knew. Kagura was in for a world of hurt, his blunted nails digging into the flesh of her arms as he pulled her from himself, her eyes still filled with a hungry want and if Sesshomaru hadn't been breathing heavier, he would have struggled for air then.

No longer was he looking at Kagura, her hair pulled up into a tight bun on the back of her head, her disheveled blouse and her puffy parted lips and he felt his need tighten. He was imagining things, things that even he knew he shouldn't have been and he blamed it on exhaustion, of being over worked as light brown eyes stared at him with a needy innocent gaze. Would she look this way with another man, her eyes wide and showing every emotion that crossed her face. Would her hair frame her face, the inky onyx color such a contrast to her pale skin--would she blush, pink heat spreading over her cheeks and maybe, just maybe down her neck to the swell of her breasts.
He remembered forcing Kagura onto her knees, pinning her down on the expensive coffee table and almost tearing at the tight skirt she wore. Never before had Sesshomaru felt a need so great building inside of him, never had he allowed himself to get so much out of control and unlike himself, he didn't care. His hips rocked with motion, his fingertips digging into the flesh of her thighs from underneath her difficult skirt, its seam ripped, ruining the designer fabric. All he could think about was Rin, how she would mold against him, how her soft voice would ring out moans of pleasure and he drank it all in.
There was no doubt in his mind he hurt Kagura, the small welts from where his nails dug into her, the tender muscles of her thighs from where they repeatedly met with the sturdy wood of her coffee table, the bite marks on her shoulder. He had used her and treated her like some rag doll, but it cleared his head and when he broke from his thoughts she lay unmoving on top of the coffee table, the only sound was her heavy breathing and immediately he felt sick to his stomach.
He didn't stay long enough to clean himself off, or see if Kagura was okay, that would have been too much unusual behavior, even for him and quickly he closed his pants, adjusting them so he could walk comfortably; the need still sitting in his loins like it was nobody's business. His shirt was ruined as well, he remembered as the cold air hit his chest, his hand raised signaling for a cab. He had toyed with the idea of leaving Kagura a note, no apologies of course, but something justifying his actions even though there had been no excuse.
This cab ride was not as pleasant as the one before, his eyes struggling to focus on the road passing him by, the music something jumpy and erratic fraying his nerves even more. His lack of control shamed him; after all, he was known for his infinite patience, his unwavering control, and his enigmatic mind. His actions were unexplainable despite the constant circle they had been traveling in since the hospital. Kagura would be mad, she would be a rabies infested dog later, he knew she would be and though she had every right to claw his eyes out he was irritated with the thought of her husky voice shrieking in his ears.
Whether he deserved it or not was not up for debate and he paid the cab driver as he exited the vehicle, opting for the long climb up the stairs than the elevator. His muscles ached in all the right ways when he reached his own door, the aching taking everything else from his mind and putting them on the backburner. He needed a vacation, he told himself pulling the ruined shirt from his body and tossing it into the trash near the kitchen counter. His keys and cell phone clattered on the countertop as he fished them from his pocket, his wallet flopping on the hard surface, opening and his identification card stared at him accusingly.


“Disgusting,” he told nobody in particular storming away from the picture, his pants flopping onto the ground carelessly. He would remind himself to behave accordingly later when he needed it, but now he would be the weak man who craved the touch of a child.


The hot water felt good against his skin, the stinging pounding attacking his tense muscles and forcing them into submission. Soap suds slid down his wet body, teasing him, pleasing him and his moment of weakness turned into many moments. Long and torturous moments, aching and painful minutes and seconds, and eagerly he touched himself. His breath was quick, angry and he decided that despite what his body told him, he would not be enjoying this, not at all.


“Hey!” there was a voice ringing in her ears, calling out to her and tiredly she groaned pulling the heavy blankets over her head in attempt to fight it off.


“Rin get up!” The mattress bounced, her body flying and almost sending her sprawling onto the ground. She wanted to whine and cry, this just wasn’t fair.


“Go away,” her voice wavered and she fought back the tears building in her eyes. Why wouldn’t they just let her sleep in once?


Gentle arms traveled slowly down her side, the large palms caressing her through the heavy blanket where they finally wrapped around her slim waist. Her breath quickened from the touch, her latest dream still fresh in her mind and the heat was back again. She had never been a morning person and this was making it even more ridiculous.


“I can’t,” the voice whispered an octave lower than before making her shiver. “It’s a new day Rin and it’s time to get up.”


Her mind wandered away, the phantom feel of cold lips brushing against the juncture of her neck, of long silver hair curtaining over her shoulder and experienced fingers doing things to her that belonged on an HBO television series. She turned, her heart beating rapidly in her chest and a pair of lips slanted over hers with a feather’s touch. It had been an innocent kiss, one that she knew didn’t belong in her dreams, or to her dream dweller, but a burning hunger swept through her and she ran with it.


She tried deepening the kiss, her teeth nibbling on his lower lip, her fingers clutching to a pair of shoulders she knew weren’t lean enough for the person who had been fanning her flames during her sleep. Large hands touched her, sliding up and down her sides, the heavy blanket thrown from her body and onto the ground, and yet those hands she needed to feel against her skin teased her above the cotton fabric of her shirt. There was something missing to the teasing kisses, the feel of the purely male body pressing firmly against her and she struggled to figure out what it was.


He was gentle and soft, slow and easy and it was different than what her body was asking for--not a bad different, but one she didn’t want. Whenever she tried to take it into her own hands, guiding him, he parried to her thrust, cutting her off and trapping her into the feel of him. It drove her crazy, not in the passion induced lust haze she had been dreaming about, but into something safe. She didn’t want safe.


“Rin,” her eyes opened as his lips pulled away, his own deep chocolate eyes staring strangely into her trying to read into her soul. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t--”


He was backing away from her, his hands held almost guiltily in front of him and she felt the rage creeping into the back of her mind. She wanted more, needed it, the burning need churning in her stomach and she didn’t wait for him to try and get away from her. Rin sat up, grabbing his shirt and pulled him underneath her, her lips latching onto his and pressing herself to him in a way that could not be misconstrued. God, she wanted something, ached for something and eagerly her fingertips slid underneath his t-shirt, his muscles jerking in response to her cold fingers.


His hands were back on her and for a moment she thought he had given in, his lips parting and she moaned into his lips. She felt as though she had a demon inside her and she pressed her parted legs flush against his leg, her hungry lips taking advantage of the pair beneath them. However, the hands didn’t pull her close--no, instead they pushed her away and caught off guard by the surprise force she slipped off the side of the bed and onto the floor, her yellow cast smacking against the wooden floor and greeting her with a throbbing pain.


“God damn it Kohaku!” She spat angrily trying to roll onto her stomach at an attempt to sit up, the aching need pounding in her like it was trying to consume her.


“Oh jeez Rin I’m sorry--” his hands grabbed at her and she growled batting them away. The hell she was going to let him help her now.


“Don’t touch me!” She fisted her hand and punched him hard, his confused eyes staring down at her, his cheeks flushed and his lips swollen from her hard kisses. “I can’t believe you shoved me off the bed. What are you trying to do break my other leg?”


His shaggy hair was tangled and he looked like a kicked puppy and despite the hatred she was beginning to feel for her actions, she was more hurt that he had pulled away. Hadn’t it been him who declared his love for her time and time again, his arms holding her, his ramblings that only he could make her happy? She was angry at herself, but angry at him because she had been so willing and he flat out rejected her. Mornings sucked, she told herself wiping her tears with the back of her arm. Well if he wanted to be like that, then she could play that game to.


“I’m so sorry Rin,” he was a kicked puppy and she knew it because she’d done a lot of the kicking herself, though not intentionally. “I mean I didn’t know--I mean suddenly you were there and it was too much.”


“Yeah sure whatever,” she grumbled finally managing to pull herself to her feet. “I gotta go.”


"Rin," his hand touched her shoulder and though the need to shrug it off was egging her on, she didn't.


She ignored him as she slowly hobbled around the small room, picking up pieces of clothing as she went. Kohaku was uncomfortable now, she could tell by the way he stood; his hand rubbing the side of his opposite arm, his over emotional eyes focused on his feet and she felt like a jerk suddenly. It wasn't fair, she told herself as she grabbed a pair of clean jeans from her shared dresser. He was the one being difficult, the one refusing her and yet she had to be the one to feel bad. Rin thought he would have loved the idea of them being together, but maybe that wasn't the case. Maybe the love he claimed to have for her really wasn't a romantic interest everyone had said he had, that he said he had. Maybe all she really was to him was a little sister and it made her stomach churn violently. She didn't want him to be there to see the ugliness in her take over.


The long nightshirt she wore covered all her private areas stopping inches before her knees and throwing caution out the window she turned her back to Kohaku and pulled the cotton material up over her head and tossed it to the floor, replacing it with her bra and long-sleeved sweater blouse. She had heard his sudden intake of breath, his surprised gasp and though heat filled her cheeks she didn't stop. There was no doubt in her mind that what she was doing was more than morally wrong, but she couldn't help herself. She was tired of waiting in line for something she wasn't sure she was ever going to get, tired of being the good girl that Kohaku always said he loved. It was time for an attitude adjustment before she went crazy and lost everything anyway.


If she had been a strong person, Rin would have shimmied her way out of her underwear, teasing her childhood friend in a way that was indecent and inappropriate--even by her standards: however, that would have made her cross a line she wasn't too sure she was ready to (that and she doubted her ability to try such standing with her cast still on). Instead she awkwardly pulled on her jeans, barely managing to right herself as she wobbled several times. It would have been easier if Kohaku had offered to help her hold herself up, if he had done anything besides standing behind her, his cheeks blushing red like some tomato colored statue and it only added to her fowl mood.


Dressing took her longer than she anticipated, her one sock and one shoe, buttoning of her pants and looping a belt around her waist. By the time she was finished she was down right livid and she didn't bother finding a brush to attack her hair, she opted for running her fingers through the long strands, combing out the knots and tossing it into a loose ponytail that hung over her shoulder. She'd gotten used to not using her crutches to walk, they took too much time to move around, time she didn’t want to waste so she was willing to struggle without them. Besides, people were more willing to trip a girl in crutches than one not using them.


"Rin," Kohaku squeaked her name and she grumbled a curse or two under her breath as she left the comforts of her room and went down the hall.


She didn't want to be there anymore, not when he was going to be dancing around her. Rin didn't want his pity or his apologies, she wanted to be treated like she always had and now that was obviously out of the question. Her bangs bobbed as she walked, curious eyes of other group home orphans watching her, Kohaku's voice calling out her name as she went. No one knew her to be moody, not the grumpy broody girl they had been introduced to two weeks earlier after her spill outside and coincidentally the day she'd been dragged back to the old beat up building by her social worker.


Now normally she was indifferent when they brought her back, a smile on her face and a shrug on her shoulders because it couldn't be helped. She was a burden to the state, hell they all were--her more so due to all the hospital bills thanks to her disease called clumsiness. There had been plenty of broken bones, stitches, splints, and sprains--and even once a hyper extended groin in the summer of '05. There was something about that day though, she thought to herself as she rested her weight against the small wall outside her building; something that happened that had changed the way she felt about her situation. She was grateful that she had a place to stay, warm clothes and what not, but now she wanted something entirely different.


In the back of her mind she knew that it had something to do with that attorney, that Sesshomaru Takahara, who had looked at her with clouded amber eyes, their coldness piercing and freezing her instantly in place. He was different, she told herself picking at the dirt under her nails. He was older that was for certain, his hair a long silver color, not white or gray like her grandparents had, but a sleek sophisticated color that made his appearance extremely exotic.


No one had been able to catch her attention as fully as he had, his touch leaving her almost breathless awake and while she was fast asleep. He was the reason she'd been feeling of her mark lately, so alien to everyone and she chewed her lip thinking about him. These thoughts weren't nice, she wanted to track him down, this Sesshomaru and yell at him for messing up her life but she wouldn't because deep down she knew there was no one to blame but her adolescent hormones.


"Rin!" It wasn't Kohaku this time and she looked up to see a lopsided smile and auburn hair, a pair of easy green eyes twinkling in front of her.


"Hey Shippo," she yelled out over the loud humming of his scooter's engine.


He threw the spare helmet her way and catching it, she shoved it on her head, easing her bad leg over the seat behind him. She liked Shippo, he was easier to get along with than Kohaku sometimes and he never needed a call to know that she needed him. It was like he always had the 'Rin' frequency on in his brain and all she had to do was wait and he'd magically show up like some knight in armor. The best part was that she knew where she stood with slightly younger boy and it made their relationship so much easier than anything else in her life.


She was comfortable around him and she guessed that was what really mattered. He revved the small scooter engine and she laughed at his lacking display of masculinity as her arms wrapped tightly around his waist. They did not have a lot of options when it came to places they could go, not when neither of them had any inflow of cash, yet that didn't bother her as she watched the trees and vehicles whiz by, the wind blowing her long hair and taking away all of her life's little frustrations. The scooter twisted and turned around corners, passing other vehicles less than legally. This was something she needed, she told herself as she whooped loudly in Shippo's ear, his almost childlike laughter vibrating through his chest.


"Where are we going?" She yelled resting her head against Shippo's shoulder.


"The park!" He replied turning another corner, his body leaning to the side. "I don't have any money to go to the arcade."


Rin rolled her eyes at that, of course he would rather be at the arcade if he could, that was just so Shippo. He drove up on the sidewalk and down the pathway, pedestrians jumping out of the way as they rolled down the pavement. If an on-foot officer had spotted them, Shippo would be given another ticket, one that she doubted he could afford and cautiously she kept her eyes out looking for the worst. Unlike last time, they made it safely to their designated spot underneath an enormous tree, the long thick branches reaching out sporting millions of small green leaves.


In an instant the engine was switched off and Rin hopped off the back of the scooter, plopping down in the soft grass as easily as she could with her plastered leg. Her helmet came off just as quickly and she sat it next to her as Shippo threw himself on her, his head laying in her lap and together they melted into the scenery. One of her arms were folded behind her head to keep it off the grass, the other playing with the strands of auburn hair that had escaped Shippo hair tie and it warmed her heart.


This was the feeling she wanted, she mused closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. The relaxed emptiness that came from being at the park with someone she cared about, not having to do anything; not required to think or be on guard. She could say anything, do anything for that matter and nothing would be held against her later. It was the ultimate relaxation, her sanctuary and if Shippo hadn't been laying his head on her lap she could have drifted off into a light sleep not noticing his voice drifting in her ears.


As it were she had to struggle to listen to his words, his long drawn out tale of the last week that they had spent apart. He'd gotten another part time job, his boss was a dick to him but the tips were good so he would be able to get a new tire for the bike in his adopted parent's garage. She listened to him talk about them, him having finally been adopted the month prior and how he didn't think it was going to last. That didn't bother him though, because he was almost old enough to get out on his own and not have worry about parents or adoption interviews. Soon and then he would be done with them once and for all.


His confession tugged at her heartstrings, he was in the same boat as she was; however, he had a young face and people really seemed to like him at first. Rin, on the other hand, didn't want to be adopted--didn't want to have to try to adapt to someone else who was in control over everything that involved her and that was okay with her. He was stronger than she was, she guessed as her fingertips danced over his clothed shoulder. He was strong enough to be able to keep going and going into interviews in hopes that somebody would want him to stay longer than the normal month or two. Shippo was an optimist.


"Hey can I ask you a question?" His tone took a curious edge to it, his entire body turning so he could face her as he spoke.


"You can ask me anything Shippo," his green eyes seemed to shimmer and if he had been a vampire like in all those novels she read, Rin would have been instantly glamoured by him.


"This is going to sound really out there," he had piqued her interest and she arched her eyebrow curiously at him letting him know to continue. "Don't wig out on me though okay?"


"Okay?"


"Can I--well, uh--can I kiss you?" The last of his question came out all at once and she had to stop and pull it apart to understand. His cheeks took an odd shade of pink and if it had been possible, her eyebrows rose higher. "I mean just to se if, you know-- it's been bothering me lately and I figured I'd ask instead of just jumping you."


The worst part wasn't that he was asking to kiss her after she just had her 'little' fiasco with Kohaku because she hadn't gotten the chance to tell him about it yet, but that she could actually picture the image in her head. It was a funny picture, Shippo with his childlike looks and huge green eyes jumping off his scooter as she limped to him, his arms taking her into his and dipping her as he smooched the life out of her. Knowing him like she did, Rin knew he would have done exactly that and right in front of Kohaku, the others and probably even their designated 'den mother' Sango (hers and Kohaku's parents had been the directors of their 'orphanage' and she had taken it over when they passed away) and that would have made a mess so big Rin doubted she would have gotten out of it alive.


The thought had a wide smile on her lips and she barely held back a fit of giggles and despite how ridiculous it sounded, Shippo had planted the seed of curiosity in her head and she nodded her consent, not trusting herself to speak without bursting out into loud laughter. He nodded himself, his eyes instantly zooming to her mouth with an eager restraint and she laid still hoping not to spook him from the look of tense muscles in his shoulders. His body wiggled up closer to hers taking on a more eager approach than she thought he would, but then again, he was Shippo and that itself was a bucket full of surprises.


The mood around the two of them went from light to suddenly serious in the blink of an eye as he leaned over her prone form, his hand touching her cheek softly and Rin held her breath. Questions began racing in her head; what if there was something? What if he found out that he couldn't accept only one kiss and she felt nothing? What if it were the other way around something sparked in her but not for him? It was logical to her; after all, that seemed to be the case between Kohaku and herself and honestly she didn’t want to have the awkwardness that she had with Kohaku spilling out into her carefree friendship with Shippo and poisoning it, but it was too late to rescind her invitation.


His lips touched hers innocently, his instant reaction of jerking away not going unnoticed before he pressed them against hers again, but this time more urgently. His mouth was softer than she imagined, his fingers sliding down her neck and her eyes fluttering closed as she enjoyed his not so stolen moment. There was no heat, no electricity or need to take the small experiment deeper and the most she thought about it, there wasn't even a shiver or a quickening of her heart. It was as if she were kissing a mirror and when he pulled away she heard his heavy sigh and echoed it with her own.


"So anything?" She asked opening her eyes and glancing up at him.


"Nope," a Cheshire grin exploded on his face and it made her laugh. "You?"


"Nope," she mimicked watching him pull his loose hair behind his ear.


"Well that blows," he chuckled sitting up, his fingers picking pieces of grass off the ground and sprinkling it on her stomach. "We could have been perfect together."


"It's possible," she mused off handedly. "You could have been my knight in auburn armor and whisked me away on your oh-so-fast scooter and we could have lived happily ever after."


His carefree and loud laugh stole away the awkwardness building in her stomach and her smile widened, they would be okay. Their kiss wouldn't change anything and that was the best news she had had all week. He rambled about random things for the next few minutes until he gave her the opening and asked about Kohaku. The name made her frown and immediately he sprawled out on top of her again and listened to her as she repeated the mornings activities and the wonderful dream that had been badgering her for what felt like forever.


Rin watched Shippo's facial expression as she spoke, it had always been amusing in past conversations to see how into her monologue he got and she wondered if it was okay gossiping to him like a chatty cathy. She had never had too many friends that were girls, they just weren't into what she was and that drew her away from them. Boys; however, were everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Jumping off six-foot fences, running around with sharp sticks in their hands yelling and flailing their arms, it was exciting and she wanted to be apart of it. Things did change though, with puberty and all and soon enough the boys weren't so eager to screaming like chimpanzees, or hang out with some girl either, well at least not a very pretty girl like her. She hadn't understood until Kohaku proclaimed his love to her and it spiraled her into a world she was not willing to participate in. Sure she would have to eventually grow up, everyone who spent any time in an orphanage did all too soon and Rin wanted to hold out to the very last possible moment.


That time though, came sooner than she would have liked and when it had hit her she was caught like a deer in the headlights. That was the year she hyper extended her groin and after two weeks in the hospital because it was so difficult to walk that she fell and sprained her ankle and broke her wrist the boys who she had spent her entire existence with suddenly got it into their heads that she was fragile. So what if she fell and hurt herself more than the other girls did, she wasn't doing what the other girls were and it was to be expected. It just wasn't a saving grace that she was naturally clumsy and most of her injuries could have easily been avoidable if she had paid attention to what she was doing.


When her story was finally over Shippo's eyes had turned thoughtful and he jumped to his feet darting to the pack hanging on the scooter and digging through it as though his life depended on it. Rin sat up and watched him, brushing the grass off her shirt and pants. His eyebrows were furrowed and his teeth worried on his lip as things jostled in the medium sized leather pouch. What was he looking for, she wondered and if she hadn't had the cast on she would have crawled over to him, but since she was weighed down by plaster, she decided to stay put.


"Aha!" his fingers clutched something small and leather, a wallet maybe and she felt like an idiot not knowing what the importance of it was. He turned to face her and instead of the delighted look he supported the second before it was now suspicious and nervous. "I've got good news and bad news."


"Okay," she drawled out as he stood next to the scooter not coming back to where she was. "Bad news first I guess."


"Right," his tense muscles deflated and he shook his shoulders as if it could detach the feelings in him. "But you can't be mad at me until I tell you the good news, you promise."


"I promise nothing."


"Well okay, The other day I was with the guys," he started. Since it was bad news first, Rin knew exactly who Shippo meant by the guys and a bad taste filled her mouth. Nothing ever good came out of that crowd and she didn't know why he hung out with them. "And we had been daring each other to do some pretty stupid shit, you know, like jumping out into traffic, flipping up skirts and dresses of some chicks, really dumb stuff and well, Hiten dared me to pick pocket some guy--"


"Shippo no!" She interrupted, her eyes widened in horror. She just couldn't approve of him going around stealing from people, it was horrible.


"Hush," he said exasperated, his hands stretching out in front of him, the wallet dangling in his right. "Well Hiten pointed to this guy, and I thought okay no big deal, and it wasn't. I mean I'm good at it, I've done it before, no problem. but here's the good news. You know the guy."


"I fail to see how that's good news Shippo," she spat struggling to get to her feet. This was not going in the direction she liked and she'd be damned if she was going to sit there and listen to it, she didn't want to be guilty by association. Shippo was better than that.


"Oh come on!" He grouched reaching out to help her and it took away from her anger. "Just look at the guy's I.D."


The wallet flipped open and she wanted to close her eyes and pretend, but couldn't. In all honesty she was curious, doubly so if Shippo said she knew him and implied that he hadn't. There weren't many people that she knew that he didn't that was for sure so she forced herself to look. The image had her heart stopping cold in her chest, the color draining from her face and she thought for a moment that she was either going to be violently ill or faint. Silver hair and amber eyes stood out and stared at her, and she let out the breath she had been holding. She was staring at Sesshomaru's Takahara's I.D card, his address and his stolen wallet.


Stolen? God, what had Shippo gotten himself into this time.



E/N: Thanks to the few people who reviewed, you guys rock. I was surprised by how quickly this came out, though I do have a few directions this story could do in and I'm still in a silent debate on how much I want to laugh. Haven't started on the next part, hoping that this will be maybe 6 parts, max!


I guess my inspiration this time goes to the office in which I work, because they made this latest installment possible. Even if they didn't know it.


Thanks, and until next time, eat cheese and rice.