InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sympathy for the Devil ❯ Chapter 16 ( Chapter 16 )

 

I think we know who belongs to whom in this fan fiction. The characters of Inu Yasha belong to their creator, Rumiko Takahashi and everyone she leased them out to, me not being one of them.

 

 

Sympathy for the Devil

Chapter Sixteen

By Devon Masterson-Bond

Aoi37@hotmail

 

AN: I am going to try the same method I am using for “If We Kissed?” for this story. We'll see how it goes.

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Sesshomaru sat at his desk going over various reports, correction his eyes moved back and forth, but he was no closer to digesting a single word than he would have been if the file was closed. His mind kept wandering back to Rin. He was so weak. Focus was better when he thought she was some weak human. Now that he knew her and had her, she stayed on his mind. He could not wait for the novelty to wear off so he could be normal again.

 

Of course pleasing Rin's body and annoying her was not the only thing on his mind. He titled the cup of ice to his mouth and let the cubes melt, taking some of the stress with them. He swallowed the last one, once it was shrunk. All gone! Kudos to this tolerable habit. Like all of his vices it was in plain sight and yet no one noticed. The Lord of the West could not show nervousness that was impossible. “Enter.”

 

The door opened and Rin walked inside with a glass orange juice…at once it was orange juice, now it was orange flavored ice. She sat in the chair across from him and shook her glass at him as though he were some sort of substance fiend. “I know you only want the ice anyway. Kagome left strict orders for them not to let me near the sake. It is like she doesn't trust me.”

 

“Such things would not be good for our pup.” He crossed his arms eyeing the glass nonchalantly. “But why would you think that I would want your leftovers?”

 

“Oh get over yourself, Sess. I watched you like a hawk for nearly six months and I noticed that when you feel, and I was amazed that you felt anything at the time, insecure you eat ice.” Rin stood and sat on the edge of his precious desk almost daring him to push her off of it. “Just humor me for once in your life since for some reason your state of mind is affecting me.”

 

A white eyebrow rose and he took the glass. A smug expression formed across her face. She just told him what to do! He could not have that now could he?. He walked over to her and pulled her against him. “We have bonded despite your noble efforts to hate me. There is little that I can keep from you,” he replied. Holding her chin gently and tilting it upward he looked into her eyes. “It is a two way street. You have been hiding something as well.”

 

Rin's eyes widened. What did he mean by that? “Sesshomaru…” her sentence trailed. His stare was so intense; he was giving her an opening. He knew and the thought that he might have played with her emotions, and made them start working again, it made her ill. She pulled away and turned from him. “Damn him.” After spending so much time doing whatever she had to earn his trust her way, she ended up caring about what he thought of her. This could get ugly. She might lose him. Conflict welled up within her. She had already resigned herself to the fact that she was never going home again and now here he was all high mighty and possibly knowledgeable. “Damn him.” She was going to cry. That prickly feeling was behind her eyelids. It had been awhile since she last felt it, over a decade. Hell she die first!

 

“Before I came here,” she began keeping her back to him, “I was a demon hunter.”

 

“I am well of aware of your pass transgressions. I am more concerned with the fact that my mate gives her back to me in disrespect while we converse.”

 

A look of confusion crossed her features as she spun around quickly. “You know?”

 

“I have already stated this fact to you, Rin, and do not feel the need to repeat myself. Why do you turn away from me?”

 

“Do the others know?”

 

“They know of your occupation just not your level of ruthlessness. I see no reason for them to possess that knowledge. Now answer my question.”

 

A rush of heat warmed her cheeks. “I had to collect my thoughts for a moment.”

 

Sesshomaru smirked. He would accept that answer for now. “You need not hide your thoughts from me.” He moved closer to her and kissed her forehead.

 

“Why did you…” she whispered as he held her close

 

“You were no threat to me,” he answered simply. Rin's brow furrowed and she nearly ripped from his grasp, but he held her too tightly. She could feel a light chuckle coming from him. First time she had ever heard him laugh and he had jokes, ass. “Your scent called to me in away that I could not deny, despite both of our efforts.”

 

Rin stopped struggling. Her heart melted somewhat at his admission. “He's still a bastard.”

 

“I see you're not going to be one of those sappy compliment givers.” She smirked at his lack of facial expression.

 

“You are not the type of female that needs such measures,” he replied somewhat proudly. “Another way in which we are suited.” He took her hand in his for a moment then let her go.

 

“What is this?” He had slipped something on her finger, a silver ring with a clear stone inlayed into it. The clarity was too clear to be a diamond or an opal. She also knew he had too much class to put a piece of glass on her finger.

 

An eyebrow rose slightly in annoyance. The Lord of the West could feel his cheeks growing somewhat warm. The response displeased him, but he considered it acceptable since he was in the presence of his mate. “My mother was a poison youkai. In the tradition of her ancestors the first tear of a newborn is collected once it crystallizes and is given to the mate after consummation.”

 

“This is your tear?” she asked feeling her eyes misting. Weren't they a pair, two emotional cripples suddenly behaving like they cared for one another? “Thank you.” She brushed her lips across his then whispered into his ear, "I did see that blush and I have to admit the vulnerable look does turn me on…”

 

“I agree,” he growled lowly. “Nothing would please me more than bending you across my desk. I would not even remove your clothes.”

 

Who knew? A brown eyebrow quirked at the erotic possibility, she had no idea he was this kinky or sexy. “What's stopping you?” she nibbled on his ear.

 

“Your state of mind and mine, I would have trouble working in an environment where the scent of taking you covered every inch of it.”

 

“Every inch?” she shrieked in a shocked curiosity then smiled as she pulled his shirt out of his pants. “How does that affect my state of mind?”

 

“You may become embarrassed mating just before you are formally introduced as Lady of the West. I doubt Kenji or Inu Yasha will be tasteful.”

 

Good argument! Rin pouted. “You do have a point starting a war and killing one of the few living relatives you have would put a damper on things.” She sighed and tucked shirt back into his pants. “Later, I suppose.”

 

Sesshomaru merely smirked and moved away to gain distance as he sensed the fox nearby. His plans for the evening were not a `supposed' but a definite. “Kenji is coming.” He slipped back into his blanket of formality.

 

The door opened unceremoniously. “Hi, kids just thought I'd visit before you two did something I would do,” he greeted.

 

“Have you no manners?” Sesshomaru asked.

 

“Yes, but for you I don't use them. It keeps you on edge.”

 

“Fool,” he replied in an almost sigh. He sat down behind the desk. “Are you in need of assistance besides of the psychiatric nature?”

 

“Ooh, your cutting jokes now. Mating regularly really does wonders for your personality, you're almost fun.”

 

“Get out of my office.”

 

“What so you can wear poor Rin out on every surface? I don't think so, as her unofficial older, handsome brother, I can not allow that until you publicly make an honest demon of yourself.” He stood to his feet with his nose turned up and took Rin by the arm. “Come along, O-Rin.” A humorous look passed over her features at the entire exchange. What did she get herself into when stepped foot in Tokyo. “Say your good-byes.” She waved.

 

Sesshomaru shook his head. The fool was over dramatic, but he could count on him. “See that she is not late.”

 

The two left the office, Kenji grinned from ear to ear. “Like I predicted.”

 

“What do you mean `like you predicted?'” she asked narrowing her eyes.

 

Kenji took her hand and rubbed it consolingly. “Now, now, Vixen, you had to know that the sexual tension could've been cut and melted down. There was a pool going on when and where. I won, by the way.” He winked knowingly. “You nasty little girl.”

 

“I…” her sentence trailed as her face reddened. Obviously there were no secrets in this place. She could see why Sesshomaru was so serious all the time. It was out necessity or be embarrassed all of the time. “I am neither held to the standards of common people nor do I… abide by them. To imply my methods are uncouth would be to insult me. You'll do well to remember that, Kenji,” Rin said frostily. She prayed Sesshomaru was outside of ear shot.

 

Teal eyes danced in mirth. “That sounds exactly like something Sess would say. Maybe I should loose my virginity again in an elevator,” he chuckled.

 

“You bastard…”

 

He put a finger to her lips stopping her sentence. “My parents were properly mated at my conception,” he interrupted with a grin then looked at her seriously. “He's my best friend and I was not going to allow him to make the same mistake that I did.”

 

“I…”

 

Kenji shook his head. “Enough serious talk, let's cut a rug. I've always wanted to say that.” He pulled her off towards the dance floor.

 

16-16-16

 

Genjuro sat at the board room table thoughtfully. Everyone but the Lord and Lady of the West were present. Due to ceremonious reasons they were entering last. He wanted to say screw ceremony, time was running out, but the last thing he wanted to do was insult the very ones he sought after. The Lord of the West, especially, he had heard things from Kagome and Inu Yasha. The Lord had finally taken a mate and already she was with child.

 

Jaken cleared his throat. “I will now introduce Lord Sesshomaru, Lord of the Westernalands and his mate and bearer of his heir, Lady O-Rin.” Genjuro nearly choked but managed to gracefully cover it up before anyone could notice.

 

“How could this happen?” his mind screamed at him. Pater's assassin had found him here and even managed to get in with the enemy. “O-Rin, align herself with the enemy even under false pretenses?” His logical mind took over as he observed her countenance. One thing Genjuro could say about O-Rin was not fraternizer. She hardly dealt with her own clan much less an enemy. Her rash calculated history behavior did not justify becoming a spy and going to far as to sleep with a demon. She would have killed them all first or died trying. Something was clearly amiss, either she somehow lost her history and was therefore able to start over, or her behavior changed. He was more likely to believe that she lost her history than some impossible change of heart. Bigots like Rin just did not get over their prejudice, they died defending it.

 

Brown eyes met with brown. Several readable emotions passed through them, shock, anger, fear, then nothing. Genjuro had seen enough. “If I may speak?” he said once Sesshomaru and Rin sat at the head of the table.

 

Rin could feel the pain of her knuckles turning white as she gripped the armrests dangerously. She was feeling positively ill. “I am going to lose him.” Genjuro stared at her with a haughty indifference. He had hated ever since he laid eyes on her and since her trial he had been seeking her death/exile. He finally got what he wanted, she was never going back home, but now he was going to destroy the life that fought tooth and nail not to build. The same life she thought once was a weakness.

 

Sesshomaru observed Rin from the corner of his eye as he nodded towards the informant. His mate was clearly upset by the human's presence. “Speak only what is relevant, my mate is only recently pupped and is ill from the changes in her body.”

 

A smiled crossed his features at the Lord of the West's word choice. “Insightful demon, he must have given her quite a run for her money.” Genjuro nodded. “Four days ago, the demon hunter clan came under a coup from within our ranks. A man by the name of Pater has sworn to rid the country of demons and those who sympathize with them.”

 

“You are bringing the petty problems of your clan to us for what reason?” Ryu asked shrewdly.

 

“We have a common enemy, Lord Ryu. The demon hunters left under Pater's command are quite formidable and it will only be a matter of time before he goes from a simple nuisance to a problem. Those that disagree with Pater need you help to bring him under control and in exchange we will form an alliance.”

 

“You seem to benefit more from this than we do,” Makoto commented looking around the room. “Surely this Pater person can not be this much of a problem.”

 

“We are talking about a man that has slaughtered his own people for not thinking the same as he does,” Genjuro sighed running his hands through his hair.

 

“We understand your plight,” Kenji explained, “but what makes this man so different from any other threat we have encountered?”

 

Brown eyes flew towards O-Rin for a moment then towards amber eyes. “He does not stop and he does not care who he has to kill even his…family…”

 

A beeping sound interrupted him and all eyes turned towards a red faced redheaded kitsune, who looked towards his PDA mortified, the sound was supposed to be turned off!! It was his first meeting as second in line of the East and already he looked like a jerk. Even Kenji looked displeased with him. He quickly moved to log off when he noticed that mail message was marked urgent and was from Sango, his eyes widened as he read the message. “That was Sango and Miroku, they have been trying to get in contact with us, the exterminator village has been destroyed and she suspects the demon hunters.”

 

Genjuro sat down wearily. More of his brother and sisters lost to that monster. He balled his fists in anger but willed it not manifest further than that. There was still one more card to play. “So what are going to do now, Ladies and Gentlemen?”

 

 

To be continued…

 

AN: Yeah I know it's a cliffy, but I did not want to bombard you with too much drama in a chapter after so such a long hiatus. Besides ya'll will be gritting your teeth in next chapter.

 

© 2005 Devon Masterson-Bond

I think we know who belongs to whom in this fan fiction. The characters of Inu Yasha belong to their creator, Rumiko Takahashi and everyone she leased them out to, me not being one of them.