InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Temptation ❯ Mistveils ( Chapter 1 )

IMPORTANT - PLEASE READ: Just to get this over with, this is just the first chapter. I won't continue this story until I finish The Old Switcheroo. I just thought I'd go ahead and post this to see if it would be any good or not.

 

Ok… -full summary- Rin moves to a new town to live with her adoptive mother. She goes to a new school and everyone seems pretty normal. Everyone except a certain senior named Sesshoumaru. She wants to get close to him and find out his hidden past and the reason behind his icy exterior, and he wants her as far away as possible. For some reason Sesshoumaru is finding it extremely hard to resist the bloodlust that clouds his mind whenever she is near! Dun dun dun… Better than it sounds. Based on an AWESOME book titled Twilight. READ IT.

 

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Inuyasha characters or Twilight. (Why! -Commits suicide- I am now a dead authoress. O.O -hyper-)

 

Temptation (I suck at titles okay? -Grumbles- )

Chapter 1: Mistveils

 

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Rain splattered against the window, her breath fogged up the glass. Outside the sky was gray and dismal - as it had been for the past two days as she was driven to her new home. The pick-up truck she rode in might have been new once- or rather, had been - but now it was just a rusting, dying version of what it once was. The seats were worn and the dash was full of dents, the paint chipping. She was surprised it had lasted this long.

 

“You'll love Mistveils,” the woman driving informed her. “Sure it rains quite a bit, but its such a beautiful place. I've got your room set up and waiting for you. Doesn't that sound nice, Rin?”

 

The young woman nodded silently. The truck rumbled over a pothole, making both women bounce on the seat. Her suitcase, crammed full of everything she'd ever owned, slid on to the floor. She couldn't even hear the loud thump it made over the roar of the tires on gravel. The windshield wipers squeaked, and the woman who had adopted her - her new mother, maybe? - Hummed tunelessly.

 

“Almost there, sweetie. You think you'll want to start highschool right away or get settled in first?” The woman (her name was Remy, Rin suddenly recalled) watched her new daughter anxiously. Her palms were sweaty on the stirring wheel.

 

“I can start as soon as possible,” Rin answered finally. Remy turned back to watch the road. Rin mentally noted the way Remy would run a hand through her short, dark hair when she was nervous. The woman wasn't attractive, but not ugly either. She was rather plain in fact, lacking any features that would set her apart from any other middle-aged woman.

 

“You'll love Mistveils,” she repeated. Rin started to wonder whom Remy was trying to convince…

 

“I'm sure I will,” Rin muttered. All ready she missed the warm winds and the always-shining sun of her old home. The orphanage had been overcrowded, but it was better that way. Less food at lunch, but also less time being noticed by others. Blending in was an art Rin could proudly admit perfecting.

 

Perhaps she should be touched this woman drove a thousand miles to adopt any child of her choosing, and chose her. “Its her eyes,” Remy had commented making Rin suddenly self-conscious of her body's seeing units.

 

Hours of silence later, the pick-up roared to a stop in the driveway of a shabby looking home, and died. Remy was smiling happily as she stepped out of the vehicle. “This is it! Don't worry about the outside, the inside makes up for it.” She bounced almost giddily to the front steps and unlocked the door. “Hurry up, Rin! I can't wait to show you your room.”

 

Rin grabbed her suitcase and set out into the drizzling rain to follow. Mistveils was a small town where the sun hardly shone and trees surrounded it thickly. Somehow, the two-story (probably century-old home) with its green paint and forest backdrop fit in perfectly. Inside the house, it was a bit damp.

 

There was a living room as soon as you entered, with a small kitchen to the left and set of stairs directly ahead. Hearing footsteps thumping overhead, Rin made her way up the creaking steps reluctantly. She noted the narrow hall. A bathroom, a closed door (probably Remy's bedroom) and then what had to be her own room. The door was open - inviting - and her new guardian moved about inside making last-minute adjustments.

 

Preparing herself, suitcase in hand, Rin stepped into her new bedroom. Vaguely, she thought, I've never had my own room before…

 

Halfway up the walls and down was a dark wooden border. The rest of the wall was covered with bright, yellow wallpaper that sported small dots of a different shade of yellow. She had one window - facing the woods - a small bed (garbed in a yellow bedspread), a side table, dresser, and closet. For some reason, Rin suddenly remembered she loathed the color yellow.

 

“Do you like it?” Remy asked hopefully. She looked from Rin's face, around the room she had so diligently worked at to prepare, and then back at Rin.

 

The young woman swallowed hard, and then smiled brightly. “I love it! Thank you so much.” Emphasis on the thank you and love. Deeply pleased with herself for, well, pleasing her new daughter, Remy gave Rin a quick hug and headed out.

 

“We'll get you some new things tomorrow. I'll have dinner ready in a jiffy!”

 

In a jiffy. Rin replayed over in her mind. Despite the obvious expanse between them, she was already starting to love Remy Hotari.

 

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Rin began school a few days after arriving at her new home. Mistveils Highschool - Home of the Wild Wombats. She'd learned from Remy - apparently the people knew everything about everything in little towns - that it had been the Environmentalists United club's idea. So as of today, Rin was officially a new Wild Wombat of Mistveils.

 

She had driven the pick-up to school that morning - in the rain, of course - and after checking in at the office jumped into the sea of ever moving students who flooded the hallways. The school was small, but clean and surprisingly efficient and social. Five minutes into her first day as a junior, and already a small group was crowding her. Two girls (both juniors as well), and a boy (a senior, and he made sure she knew it).

 

“We have two classes together! First period English and 4th period Pre-cal!” A blonde announced with a toss of her hair.

 

“And I have 2nd period Home Ec. With you and… that's it,” the brunette finished lamely reading Rin's schedule over the young woman's shoulder.

 

The senior - Kohaku, he had said? - Wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. “Want me to give you a tour, Rachel?”

 

“Rin,” She corrected him flatly and pulled away. “And, no thank you.”

 

Kohaku shrugged, giving his head a shake and ruffling his black bangs. “Sure?”

 

Rin nodded. “Positive.”

 

He was already beginning to float off in the mass of students. “See ya later, Lin.”

 

“Don't mind Kohaku,” the blonde spoke up. “Let's go on to English. I'll introduce you to Mrs. Takahashi.”

 

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Rin slammed her locker shut. Two periods down, and already she had more homework than she would ever care to do. The young woman was a bit surprised to find herself rather alone in the hallway. Everyone must be eager for lunch…she thought idly. With the awful smells wafting the school she couldn't see why. Maybe small-town kids thrived on slop?

 

The cafeteria was a large, loud, room of chaos. Freshmen and sophomores screamed to be heard, cluttered into their own groups on the right side of the cafeteria. Juniors and seniors mixed and conversed on the left. She cut through the long zigzagging line of students waiting to be served and sat down alone at an empty table. The brunette from before had made no more attempts to speak to her, but the blonde always met her in the hallways. She said her name was Brittany, her family had lived in Mistveils for generations, and Kohaku was hers.

 

Frankly, Rin couldn't care less.

 

Her gazed wondered about. A group of guys were trying to start a food fight (failing at it, too), some girls were having what looked to be a dance-off, and what was labeled the drama group were rehearsing a play of some sort. No one seemed to notice the solemn, silent girl watching him or her so intently. Or so it seemed, at first.

 

His frame was muscular, but not overly much. Unusually long silver hair flowed smoothly down his back. A crescent moon sat perfectly in the center of his brow, and two magenta stripes adorned each cheek. A demon. Rare in Mistveils, but not surprising. The fact he was staring at her didn't catch her off guard, it was the intensity of his stare. Two dual gold hues of ice piercing her calm-exterior. A chill ran up her spine.

 

And then anger boiled in the pit of her stomach. Rin frowned. What had she done to earn that total look of hate? He seemed completely disgusted somehow. Losing the control she had managed to keep for a whole week until now, Rin stood and stormed over to his table. (Which was situated in an isolated corner of the cafeteria.) “What's your problem?” She bit out, stopping in front of him.

 

A bit surprised by her offense - though not showing it, of course - his expression remained the same. “I was unaware I had a problem.” Rin figured his deep voice might actually have been a pleasing one if it wasn't dripping with sarcasm and abhorrence.

 

She slid into the seat across from him. “Look, topic change. I doubt I want to know. Why are you sitting her by yourself?”

 

“Perhaps I choose too.”

 

“Is it because you're a demon?” Rin guessed, taking in the fact everyone else was mainly human. Though that boy, Shippou, might be one.

 

He tensed slightly. “Do you find that I am youkai a problem?”

 

The young woman shook her head. “I grew up in a big city. Demons were as common as humans. Hanyou, too.” Her stomach growled. “Aren't you hungry? Are you going to eat?”

 

“Rin!” Brittany cried running up from nowhere. She took hold of her friends arm and pulled her from the seat with a nervous glance at him. “Come on. Sit over here with me.”

 

Rin nodded and allowed herself to be pulled off. Its like she's afraid of him. “I'll be seeing you!” She called to the silver haired demon. He made no move to answer her. Turning to Brittany, she sighed. “Who was that guy?”

 

“His name is Sesshoumaru Tenseiga. As far as anyone knows he lives alone on the edge of town. Very unfriendly, barely at school, and he keeps to himself. Even worse, he's a dog demon!” She paused to take a breath and cast an uneasy glance over her shoulder. She lowered her voice to a whisper. “We all really wish he'd just go. No one trusts him. No one.”

 

Rin lowered her gaze. “Why not?”

 

“Didn't you just talk to him? He's like, a murderer waiting to happen!”

 

“Well,” she began quietly, “I have no reason not to trust him.” And then she sat down to wait out the rest of lunch. The whole time Rin could swear she felt Sesshoumaru's eyes on her back…

 

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Rin banged her fist against the dashboard. “Why won't you start!” She demanded trying again. It gave a short groan, and fell silent. She watched the rain splash against the front window, making little patterns out of them with imaginary lines. By now the parking lot of Mistveils Highschool was pretty much deserted. A few vehicles scattered about. Rin bit her bottom lip. A knock on the passenger door made her jump. She turned to see who was responsible, and her stomach did a flip-flop.

 

Sesshoumaru.

 

Without waiting for Rin to make any move he opened the door was a loud screech and climbed in. A long black thin coat covered up his clothes, and the seat was damp now from the water dripping from him. Golden eyes turned to catch her brown ones, and he gave a small smile. Snapping out of her daze, she narrowed her eyes. “What are you doing?”

 

Sesshoumaru stared out his window. “Sorry,” he said blandly. If she had known any better, Rin would have accepted this and got on. But how was she to know him apologizing to anyone for anything might as well have been a sign of the apocalypse?

 

“For what you did at lunch or for getting my truck uninvited?” She demanded annoyed.

 

“Both, maybe,” He answered with a shrug. He reached over, took hold of her key, and turned it. The truck roared to life. That done, he opened the car door and walked way after slamming it closed. Rin blinked. How did he…?

 

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WEE! Chapter one. Heh. ^_^ REVEW OR DIE MWHAHAHA! No really, tell me what you think. Too descriptive, to boring? I know Sesshoumaru was out of character but he's going to be just a bit. If that bothers anyone, just don't read. O.o;