InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ So Emotional ❯ Part Three ( Chapter 3 )

[ 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.


Today's chapter was brought to you by "Decode" from Paramore and "Somebody's Watching Me" from Rockwell (the Geico commercial to those who didn't know that)


So Emotional --Christina Aguilera


By Miztikal-Dragon



Part Three



If there was one thing Sesshomaru wouldn't have normally called himself it would be stressed. Like many new developments in his life, this wasn't one that he had concerned himself with. Sure he felt overworked sometimes, and underestimated with his skills; however, stress had never been something he had acknowledged himself to have. He prided himself on being a man who was stress free, not carefree, but careful and now, well now he felt ordinary.


He wasn't ordinary though, he was intelligent, attractive, cool-headed and etcetera, etcetera, but he wasn't ordinary that was for sure. Hundreds of papers were strewn over his kitchen table, piles of folders and affidavits sticking out every which way. The worst was over though, he told himself fingering through the stack in his hand, all what was left was a ridiculous amount of paperwork. There would be no trial, no arrests and that lightened the weight of his load tenfold.


Of course he knew that there wasn't a way for it to not go that way, not when it was so obvious that the detective that had been shuffled in coincidentally halfway through the case was dirtier than the dumpsters in a bar alleyway. The man was crooked, not thoroughly evil since his work was sloppy, but enough that it had posed a challenge to Sesshomaru's case, though barely enough to warrant anyone's attention.


The man, Detective Takamori stepped on toes, toes that should have been kissed not stepped on and that would have been easily overlooked if officers hadn't started going missing. Sesshomaru waved it off as stupidity because that's exactly what it was. Takamori became too big for his britches and tried calling the shots and when that didn't happened, good men disappeared. Those sneaky actions caught the attention of the dogs higher up, the top guns and there was no where to run when the sword of justice came swinging down on his neck.


If Sesshomaru had been a man like Takamori (thank god he wasn't), he wouldn't have been caught over a pathetic drug charge. He would have known to keep his hands clean and let someone else take the blame for his manipulations. All the same, it proved Sesshomaru right. Takamori was incompetent at both his job and his place in the shadows. He was a dead man.


All of that was behind Sesshomaru now, InuYasha and Kagome would be able to go on with their lives as they saw fit, and Sesshomaru--well he would just carry on like he always had. His eye twitched sporadically as it made its way down the page riddled with text, he'd been reading for hours and rereading for longer still trying to find an end to the paperwork. Normally he didn't mind the tedious time consuming work, in fact he had loved spending time away from everyone just so he could get the silence he desired.


In the last three weeks it looked as if silence was something Sesshomaru could no longer deal with. It pounded in his ears, picked at the strings of his nerves and grinded his teeth together. Silence had been the one thing he strived for before, but now, now it was just another thing he couldn't stand. The soft classical music playing in the background was a major statement to this and even that wasn't helping the sudden antsy feeling churning in his stomach.


What was wrong with him, he often wondered as he rummaged through boxes, cooked his dinner, or showered. What had robbed him of one of his few life's pleasures and made it so distasteful that he shuddered away from it as if it were diseased. What bothered him most wasn't the need for noise, it was all of the other things that had, in the blink of an eye, changed. He couldn't stand silence, couldn't sit and work for hours and hours working through problems and solving them, it was as if his brain has ceased to function.


After the first three days Sesshomaru began to experience another emotion he hadn't felt since he was a child during his parent's messy divorce, worry. It hit him like a ton of bricks, swarming in his veins and for the first time in four years he personally called up his family physician and made an appointment. To his disappointment there was nothing wrong with him (not that he had been hoping for something to be wrong), and the elderly doctor advised that Sesshomaru take a few weeks off, that maybe, just maybe he was overwhelmed and needed a break.


Sesshomaru had scoffed at the answer, he didn't need a break. Perhaps a complete psychiatric evaluation, but even then Sesshomaru refused to consider it. It would only prove that he believed there was something truly wrong with him, something stemming from his mind and he wasn't crazy. So like with everything else he deemed useless, Sesshomaru ignored it and pushed it way into the back of his mind hoping to never broach the subject again. What he really needed was a good night's sleep.


Never once in his life had Sesshomaru lost any sleep, and during his last three weeks of utter hell that was no exception. There was a routine he followed, a strict routine and he'd been following it for the last nine years, with few disturbances and those had yet to pose any real problem. As it stood he slept roughly the same amount of hours and still he woke up feeling restless and fuzzy. Completely unlike himself. Gathering all the paperwork he could together, Sesshomaru set it in a small wired basket labeled 'outgoing' and pulled himself out of the large leather chair. He wouldn't get any work done if he continued forcing himself and though it was against his better judgment, he decided that it was time for a break.


"Ridiculous," he murmured to the empty lavish apartment where he lived.


And to him that's exactly what it was. Sesshomaru made it a habit of not wearing ties, they looked funny on him as they had his late father, though he never appeared under dressed without them. Sighing heavily, he toed out of his shoes and put them into his closet with the rest. It was already late out, his digital clock reading nine-thirty and he was certain that he would not be leaving for any reason.


The sudden realization that possibly he was overworked had his fingers slowing down as they unbuttoned his lavender long sleeved dress shirt. It wasn’t a happy realization either, not when it brought the ugly truth that he was a different man to the table. He was changing, that was for sure, slowly and sneakily and if he had his way he would always stay the same. He didn’t like the little surprises that graced him recently, the knowing that something he once loved (if he used the word loosely) was now the bane of his existence.


He wanted this change to be merely nothing but a temporary phase, though he knew it wouldn’t be. He wanted to hope, but then again, he remember that hope was just a four letter word that one couldn’t trust, hope wasn’t something he could afford to waste his time pinning after when it rarely ever came with positive endings. So since hoping was out and demanding went with it, all he could do was wait. Waiting was something else he found demeaning to him but at least with waiting he knew couldn’t get thrown under the bus when it finally hit him.


Sesshomaru was debating going on a long distant vacation now--something that he never thought would cross his mind at his age. He wasn’t as young as he used to be, easily ten months passed thirty-four (give or take a month), yet he hadn’t figured the need for one until forty earliest. It was the workaholic nature he’d been bred with, something that it seemed had ignored his younger half brother.


There had always been a time for a getaway, always had been a choice for him to make and in the end he decided against it at every turn. He knew he used excuses to why he couldn’t; a business deal, a new client, or a trial that he couldn’t push back, completely conceding the fact that deep down the knowledge that he actually could was buried and promptly ignored.


The light white tank top kept the chilling cold air off his chest, but the openness of it made it easier for him to breathe freely. It was decided, he told himself shedding the silk shirt and folding it over his arm, his silver flannel pajama pants in the other, a vacation was needed. Though what he needed at the moment was a nice hot shower, a good stiff drink to further relax him and a good book to read (all in that order), he mused almost smiling to himself. He’d be able to think better after that and then, well then, he’d figure out his next plan of action and tackle it.


The chiming alien sound of his doorbell rang in his ears throwing him from his thoughts and Sesshomaru set his clothes on the edge of his bed before heading back towards the door. It was too late for any visitors, he told himself trying to wrack his brain for the range of people who would disturb him at this time of night and coming up with none. He didn’t have many friends, well none at all and it was another choice of his because friends didn’t make a man, his actions did and there had been no need to have them.


Friends required things Sesshomaru refused to part with. They need conversation, time, companionship and none of those came with Sesshomaru’s package so like everything else, he ignored it and focused on himself and his work. He was better than most, he chanted to himself growing up, would always be better than every other person and he could only use his valuable time on people who were up to his standards. Sadly, but then again, not really, no one measured up.


His door came with a peephole that he never used, a chain that was only latched when he was retiring for the night so he opened the door wide enough to let a body through. The lavish home he resided on was in a high class neighborhood, just on the outskirts of downtown living and security was good enough that no one had been robbed (not like anyone had the balls to rob him anyway), no home invasions, yet it was only a little perk of having been born into and acquired money. Everything could be bought with a high enough price.


Familiar cold eyes greeted him, short dark brown hair pulled into a tight bun, and a seductive pair of lips spreading into a suggestive smile. Kagura, he told himself as he eyed her, his eyebrow raising curiously. She was wearing a mid-knee trench coat, one she wore if there was a storm brewing in the sky, one that he knew had no purpose this night. Her heels were higher than normal, over exaggerating the length of her already long legs and instead of the heat that normally rushed to his loins he felt empty.


“Kagura,” Sesshomaru spoke as coldly as he felt and he watched the woman in front of him flinch. “What do you want?”


“You know what I want Sesshomaru,” she had forgiven his pervious actions it seemed as he listened to her purring voice. She was trying to seduce him, to lure him between her legs and this time he would not bite.


“It’s late,” he was in a no-nonsense mood and company wasn’t something he wanted or needed at the moment. “Go home.”


“But Sesshomaru--” he had never heard her voice hit a whining note, it had always been beneath the both of them and yet there she was, her manicured fingernails unbuttoning the buttons to her trench coat.


He already knew what was underneath, or lack thereof, and if he had been any other man his attention would be latched to her long fingers. However, he wasn’t any other man he was Sesshomaru and now he was just getting plain irritated. Women always complained that a man didn’t understand the word ‘no’ when it came to sex, but at the moment he was beginning to think they had it backwards. He wanted to sigh heavily to get her attention wanted to turn around and slam the door in her face so she would get the bigger picture, but as he stated before, he wasn’t a cruel man.


Her arms were wrapped around him, her naked body pressed suggestively against him. This was a new tactic of hers, he mused, her breasts teasing his, her mouth on his neck sucking and nibbling. What happened to the vicious woman he had known? Where was the fire and claws, the anger and the seductive barking? This change to her was like throwing ice water on him and suddenly he was disgusted. Kagura’s hand touched him through the fabric of his pants, caressing him before sliding up and slipping down to meet hot flesh. She was still sure of herself, that she could get him to bend to her, but he wasn’t the type to bend, especially not to her.


“Stop,” a growl escaped his throat and instead he felt her fingers curl around him and squeeze teasingly. If she was trying to get him to sleep with her, this definitely wasn’t the right way to go about it and he decided he had had enough of her.


Almost angrily his fingertips wove themselves into Kagura’s thick bun and she melted to him, although instead of crashing her mouth into a painful kiss like he knew she wanted, he pulled her away. His fingers curled around the strands as he yanked, forcing her body to release its hold on his own and her sharp cry of pain was like music to his ears. This wasn’t what either of them were expecting, but sometimes drastic measures were called for.


A silent gasp of surprise drew his attention from Kagura and down the large hallway. Wide light brown eyes stared surprised at him, long black hair slipping out underneath a yarn knitted beanie. A jolt of warmth surged through him as he stared at her, her curled fist hiding her mouth from his view. Something else passed by him, something leaving his stomach churning violently. Was it shame? Regret? Shock?


“Button yourself up and go home.” Ice was the only thing colder than his tone and he released his hold on her hair watching Kagura scramble away from him as if he were diseased.


He wanted to believe that this would be the last time he saw Kagura, not quite hoping because as previously stated hope wasn’t a word Sesshomaru could trust. Kagura glared at him angrily as she righted herself, a curse or two directed at him escaping her mouth before she spun around and stomped away. Sesshomaru didn’t watch her walk away, didn’t care if her body was exposed in the slightest way because truth be told his attention was entirely focused on someone else.


“Come,” he called out to her, her surprised gasp catching his ears once again before he turned and walked back into his home.


Why was she here? How did she know where he lived? Why? They were questions that raced through his mind while he poured himself a small glass of amber liquid. Was some higher being laughing at him? Were they trying to mess with him to see what his reaction would be? Well if that was the case then he seriously was not amused whatsoever. With one quick move Sesshomaru threw the drink back, inviting the burn of the liquid as it ran down his throat. He would definitely need more than one drink tonight and that was not too appealing.


Filling his glass again he turned to face her, his current mental obsession and he felt his heart skip a beat. Her completion was as pale as ever, the deep green of her sweater blouse making her skin almost glow. The sleeves were long, so long that all he could see were the tips of her fingers but it didn’t look anything but fitting. The urge to offer her a drink was overpowering with the trapped lamb look she held on her face. He guessed it made him the ferocious lion and that itself was enough to scoff at.


“How did you find out where I live?” He asked, the pooling warmth spilling out into his stomach and working its way through his muscles.


Her blush had been everything he imagined it would be, the faint redness slipping down the arch of her neck and disappearing underneath the fabric of her blouse. It made him hungry and not in the normal way. He wanted to taste the flavor of her lips, the feel of her body against his and his loins stirred again, this time more violently.


“I-um, well I--” On anyone else the constant stuttering was annoying and the person was dismissed as an idiot; however, when it was her voice quivering it tugged at him and he stepped closer to her. “This is going to sound horrible, I mean jeez there is no such thing as a good coincidence--Sesshomaru, I--”


“You’re rambling,” when had he gotten so close? She was doing things to him, bad things and the worst part was that Sesshomaru didn’t know if he could stop it if his life depended on it.


If her eyes could have gotten any wider they would have, they were so close. Less than a foot, his tall frame looming over her oozing something dangerous and it took her breath away. How many times had she dreamed of him, dreamed up the dangerous air that swirled around him like a cloak? Her fingers were itching, her muscles twitching and she wanted to close her eyes feeling the warmth of his breath on her face. She wanted to kiss him, taste him and it had her licking her lips with anticipation.


“Rin, why--” her brain had effectively shut down hearing his voice go an octave or two lower. A pair of lips were suddenly on hers, warm and tangy with the taste of alcohol.


The burning need flared up in her stomach threatening to consume her as her lips parted inviting his hungry mouth to consume her. She felt short of breath as her hands pulled him to her, his own touching the flesh of her neck and making her shudder. She was losing control and it couldn’t have felt better. He nibbled on her lower lip, her beanie falling to the floor, her arms filled with Sesshomaru and she gasped as he molded perfectly around her. Rin wanted more of him, her moaning gasp snapping the both of them like a rubber band.


Hadn’t Sesshomaru just disentangled himself from another woman? Hadn’t she flung herself at him and done the same exact thing as Rin? What was happening? Rin felt the cold touch of his hand on her side, the calloused fingertips filling her with an unbearable heat, zapping her muscles and throwing her brain into the wind. A thumb caressed her nipple through the fabric of her bra, his lips leaving hers and trailing down her neck and Rin felt like she would die. This was too much, but not enough at the same time and she needed to stop or else she would lose herself in the lust that Sesshomaru was filling her with.


His touch teased her, stealing sounds from her that neither of them knew she had in her and she felt herself melting into a pile of goop. She could not be saved from this.


“I always feel like somebody’s watching me and I have no privacy,” the song was like a fire extinguisher and Rin flinched away from Sesshomaru as the ringing of her phone continued.


It had been a complete goof when Shippo and her decided to get the ring tone, even more hilarious to put it under Kohaku’s phone number and now she found it eerie and even disturbing. The song started playing again and this time Rin fished into her pocket and dragged out her cell phone, flipping it open to answer.


“What’s taking you so long Rin?” Kohaku’s voice flooded into her ears and she glanced up at Sesshomaru worriedly.


Everything about him looked tastefully disheveled except for his eyes, the amber color dark and hazy with something she couldn’t quite place. His lips were parted and swollen and if it had been anyone else other than Kohaku on the phone she would have hung up in an instant and jumped Sesshomaru where he stood. However, it was Kohaku on the phone and guilt filled her, chastising her for throwing herself at another man when she had always thought her feelings for Kohaku were less than platonic.


“Rin?” his voice cracked and it drew her back to the situation at hand.


“I’ll be down in a minute,” she whispered not trusting her voice at all.


Kohaku said something else that she ignored and waited until he hung up to pull her phone away. This was bad, this was really bad and there was no way to right it. Count on Rin to fuck things up beyond repair, though not all of it had been regrettable.


“I have to go,” she told Sesshomaru in a soft whisper, her voice still having not recovered. “I-I’ll explain everything later I promise…”


Without forgetting her original plan, Rin dug into her back pocket and pulled out Sesshomaru’s wallet and placed it in his hand before she scurried from the room, the door clicking shut behind her and leaving Sesshomaru completely alone. His brain was still attempting to restart and all he could do was stare at the closed door, his wallet in his hand. How had she found it? He asked himself curling his fingers around the leather object.


He had been right, her lips kiss bruised had swollen in the littlest bit and had potential of so much more. His skin was on fire from her touch, the cold air slightly cooling it, but not by much. The drink that had been in his hand was now on the floor, the amber liquid leaving a small puddle and though he knew that he should clean it up before it dried, he chose to ignore it. There was a cold shower calling his name desperately and until he could think clearly that was the only place he needed to be.


He definitely was changing.


E/N: ZOMG! lol Thank you to everyone who has left me a review. You guys rock! I was having problems with this chapter, but "decode" and "Somebody's Watching Me" kicked my ass outta my funk.


ALSO! I've started a new stoy, I will be putting it up once I finish the first chapter.


'Safe in Love'


SUMMARY: “I had escaped death once and lived to tell the tale… How was I supposed to know it was coming back to finish me off?”


Keep an eye out for it! And always, REVIEW!