InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Temptation ❯ Surrender ( Chapter 7 )

You're all so wonderful. -Glomps- I tried to get this chapter out quickly. The last update was so slow. XD

 

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my best friends Haley and Brittany. (The character in this ficcy named Brittany is based off my actual friend. Heh heh. Not that the real Brittany acts that way at all… All well!) And also, Vimpire-dogdemongirl89 and Sugarsweet pie!

 

Temptation (I don't know the meaning of word temptation! O.o )

Chapter 7: Surrender

 

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He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, eyes narrowed slightly in thought. With a small sigh, he shrugged. “Raizel? Rachael? Rebecca…?”

 

Kagome frowned, rolling her eyes. “Inuyasha,” she wined, “You honestly don't know my mom's middle name?”

 

“She ain't my mother.”

 

“It's Kiyoko. Now,” She shifted in her seat, “your turn to ask.”

 

“What's my old man's first name?”

 

Kagome groaned. “It's late, let's stop at a hotel?”

 

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Sesshoumaru ran a clawed hand through his hair. The rain fell like mist, clouds veiling the moon in an empty shadow. The colossal oak to his back shuddered against an unusually strong gust. He had hoped a quick run would clear his… his thoughts, yet the elements seemed just as dissatisfied and perplexed. The youkai began moving again, the mist turning into a hammering torrent.

 

It wasn't normal for him to bother so much; for anything - anyone- to cause him such discontent. Sesshoumaru moved against the wind, fighting against its driving force with ease. The forest around him was in chaos, the leaves catching the wind like parachutes, downing large limbs and branches. He narrowed his eyes, deftly evading a falling tree trunk. The foliage around him was thinning, opening up into a small clearing.

 

The inu youkai's lips curved up in a sardonic smile. To think how blind he was. Again he had unconsciously found her scent and followed it. The storm raged around him, tugging, and pulling, and pushing. And Sesshoumaru took an almost cautious step forward. The unpleasant whir filling his senses faded away into a dull hum.

 

It was amazing how that old house stood so firmly rooted. How it turned out second story wasn't so high up after all. And how she left her bedroom window unlocked while she slept. Simply amazing, his mind whispered.

 

Or perhaps just very convenient.

 

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Sometimes… sometimes a person only had to feel to know not all was right.

 

As Rin sat up in bed, she couldn't help but agree. Her feet hit the cool wooden floor and she stood stiffly. The nightmare still hung fresh in mind, mocking her in its own silent way. It was always the same. Her only comfort was… was that there were still twelve lilies. However, this discomforted her as well. What could it mean?

 

She walked quietly to the window, the tips of her fingers grazing the sill while she frowned. It was wet. Was there an open crack? No rain's ever gotten in before… Rin bit the inside of her cheek, staring at the bleak outside where an unusually violent storm was beginning to blow itself out. It was dark, and she squinted to see her hand in front of her face.

 

“Stupid window,” The young woman muttered under her breath. She turned, moving to fumble along a wall for the light switch. When she felt nothing, she began to search more frantically. It's too dark in here.

 

Rin's arms fell limp at her sides. She could almost feel another presence; hear another heart beating with her own. It was that sixth sense kicking in, and she knew someone was watching her. Analyzing her every move, every breath.

 

Now I'm just being paranoid, she thought uneasily. No one's… in here with me.

 

She stepped towards her bed, deciding she just needed to go back to sleep. No doubt that dream and the storm just had her on edge. She slipped under her sheets and pulled the pillow over her head. The spastic lightening really wouldn't help her snooze anymore than a blaring television.

 

Sesshoumaru pressed himself further into the corner, wondering just how he had wound up here.

 

Here as she turned innocently in her sleep, cover slipping away to reveal her bare shoulder. Here as he found himself stepping silently nearer. Here as he hovered above her, battling his instincts. Here as he leaned thoughtlessly closer. Here as his lips grazed the soft flesh of her nape.

 

And Rin mumbled, brushing a lock of hair out of her face as she twisted her head around and opened her eyes. Her breath caught in her throat.

 

Maybe it was because Sesshoumaru was in her room. Because he was leaning so close to her. Or… or maybe it was the way his eyes were glazed over in raw need that made her scream. And in that hazed, chaotic moment she wasn't sure who was more surprised when a clap of thunder drowned out her shriek. When he cupped a hand over her mouth, wrapped arm around her waist, and they melted into the storm itself.

 

To be honest, she really didn't care.

 

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Everything was always hectic and unexpected in the beginning of a horror movie. It drew the audience in, kept their eyes glued to the screen. And then, at some point, everything fell into place and became crystal clear. They would either survive, or they would die. That was usually, really all there was to it.

 

And Rin found that scenario fit well with her current situation. She'd been given a new life, and met a mysterious guy who constantly managed to somehow surprise her. Things had gone okay. Now… now was when it all fell into place. He wasn't mysterious. He was dangerous. He wasn't full of surprises. He was insane. Huddled against an empty wall of what her overwhelmed mind managed to assume was his home, Rin knew this was the part where he would make her regret her mistakes. She closed her eyes.

 

Sesshoumaru was pacing; a rare act that was reserved for those few and far between moments when he was truly at ends. The scent of her fear, fear of him, swelled in his senses, making him growl as his mind raced with all the things he could do to add to that intense fear. The other part of him scowling in disgust at his loss of control, of logic.

 

The youkai stilled, focusing on her quivering form. Rin was wet, soaked from his wild dash through the rain. He extended a hand, not quite sure what he planned to do. With a choked sob the girl jerked away from him. He frowned. She was afraid of him; afraid of what he would - what he could - do to her. And somewhere in the far reaches of his mind, he was afraid too.

 

“I won't,” he paused, the words feeling dead on his tongue. He had to wonder just how empty they would sound to her. “I will not harm you.”

 

And then Rin opened her eyes, and Sesshoumaru felt like someone had knocked the wind out of him.

 

“Rin, I-”

 

“Just stop,” She sobbed. Her small frame convulsed in a violent shudder. He pulled away, the sound of her racing pulse only beckoning him closer. Sesshoumaru closed his own eyes, folding himself uneasily on the floor.

 

It was strange, how unusual things were now. He could vaguely remember a time when this would have all gone so differently; a time when he didn't care about anything - anyone - and acted just so. No one was allowed to get close enough to annoy him, to bother him like she did. Like she was. No one had made him question himself or his actions, to double guess his motives.

 

But it was this foreign, traitorous thought - this feeling - that she, that Rin, was more than no one. That maybe, just maybe, what she felt, and wanted, and thought, meant something to him. And he had tried to figure it out - figure out what that something was - and he just couldn't. And Sesshoumaru hated it when he couldn't.

 

Rin was watching him, watching him with his face in his hand and fingers tangled in the hair that hung before his eyes. She wanted to get up - to run - but instead she found herself curling into even more of a hopeless, dripping heap. Burying her head into her knees and trying to stifle another empty sob. She should have listened to them; they had tried to warn her.

 

“We all really wish he'd just go. No one trusts him. No one.”

 

Rin curled her shaking hands into tight fists, biting her lower lip.

 

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

 

She shuddered again, the warm sensation of blood from her lip spreading through her mouth. She shakily pressed a sleeve to it.

 

“Are you interested in him, or something? Let me tell you, he's bad news. I dated him, I know.”

 

She pressed herself harder against the wall, desperately willing it to open up and engulf her, to save her from him.

 

And when he spoke again, she didn't dare look up.

 

“It is hard, to be near you,” Sesshoumaru said quietly. The way he spoke, she had to wonder if he was talking to her - or himself.

 

“Controlled. I am always controlled,” He pulled his hand away from his face and let it hang loosely over his bent leg. “Still, it's never safe. I discovered this a long time ago, when I was still… learning.

 

“They gave up when they realized. I gave them no reason to distrust me, yet they treated me as if I'd attack them the moment their back was turned.”

 

Rin opened her eyes, but still kept her head down. She had never heard him speak more than three sentences before.

 

“I was left alone, and decided it was better that way. Years passed, and the humans became too curious. There are those out there who would hunt me. I do not doubt my abilities, but I have seen them work. I enrolled at the human's school; I tried to give them no one reason to wonder.

 

“Their curiosity dissolved quickly, and they avoided me. I was surprised how they obeyed their instincts without knowing they had any.” Sesshoumaru fell silent for a long moment, staring dully ahead. “That is where you, Rin, destroyed everything.”

 

She trembled at his hollow tone.

 

“You should have just been another foolish human. You were not. You seemed to go out of your way to find me, to draw me closer than anyone had bothered to for years. I began to make mistakes.”

 

Sesshoumaru shifted, and she flinched. His voice became low, a quiet whisper. As if saying it aloud would only confirm what he didn't want to believe. “I need you.” He turned to look at her, reaching out to trail his fingers along her cheek.

 

Rin jerked away. “Don't touch me,” she spat. She hated him, she had to hate him. She had too.

 

He smirked, making her shiver. “Perhaps I shouldn't. I could take everything from you,” he mused darkly. “Everything.”

 

The youkai stood, towering over her like a predator allowing its prey one last moment of pure terror. “I could break you so easily. I have to remember… remember to be gentle.”

 

Rin wanted to scream. This was the last thing she would see. The last memory that would flash before her eyes as she drew her last breath-

 

“I could forget one day. I could forget, and I could kill you.” He knelt slowly, as if in exhaustion. “I do not want to forget.”

 

She felt something swell in her chest, tighten and push at her throat. Her vision was fogged, blurred at the edges and mind bleak. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, reaching out so timidly and weakly to touch his face. But she did, and she reveled at how cool his skin was beneath her hands. At the pain and confusion in his eyes when she swayed. At the way he felt so numb when she hit the floor.

 

And Rin didn't feel him pick her up, and carry her to his bed. Didn't feel him lay her gingerly beneath the worn cover. Didn't feel the way his hand lingered on hers before he left. And she didn't feel the way something twisted in his chest and caused him to look back.

 

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NOTES: I'm sorry this is shorter, but it's uh… quality not quantity! -Makes excuses- And as for where Jaken went, he's at the market getting food! Or something! Anyway, THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REVIEWS! 93! ZOMG! -Dances-

 

AND THANK YOU BRITTANY!

 

I command all SessKag people to check her out. Just look up MyLamb.

 

Q: So, Rin won't become a vampire?

A: I didn't say that! I just never said she would.

 

Q: Update faster?

A: n.n Was this fast enough? -Flops over-