InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ You Haven't Lived Until You've Loved ❯ Chapter 3

You Haven't Lived `til You've Loved

 

Chapter 3: Break in

 

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Rin opened her eyes only to squeeze them shut again less then a second later at the sight of the monster. She let out a soft moan pulling the pillow over her head only to have it jerked away. “Please!” The young woman cried out. She tugged the cover over her head in an attempt at escape. It was snatched away.

 

“Rin!” Kagome barked. “Hurry up. Sango and Kagura are already waiting at the theatre. We're going to watch that new film with Hiten, remember?”

 

“The one where he teams up with his brother?” Rin asked perking up at once. Kagome nodded making the girl grin. “Should've reminded me earlier!” She slipped from the foreign bed and set about getting dressed. Kagome took he free time to look around some more. She clicked her tongue.

 

“He sure paid a lot to get his house fixed up,” She commented lightly looking at a painting of a moon. “Seems to like celestial things, ne?”

 

Rin shrugged into a light jacket. “I don't now. I still don't feel comfortable in this place…” She paused zipping it up. “Feels more like some strange museum or something than a home.”

 

Kagome muttered a curse jerking her hand away from a small cactus. A bead of blood formed where a spine had pricked her. “Eh, Rin? Happen to find a washroom in this place?”

 

“Third door down the hall,” She answered. Kagome nodded and left. Rin could hear the bathroom door closing after a few silent minutes. With a slight shake of her head she left her temporary room and headed into the main room to wait for her friend. I'll never get used to this place…

 

She picked a wall cluttered with décor and began looking it over. Most things all matched the rest of the room - rich, beautiful-looking, silver… - but then her eyes fell upon something that stuck out so much from the others, Rin was surprised she'd not noticed it before. A sheathed blade hung on the wall with clean, gold chains encircling it. Why would this be here? Rin thought reaching out to brush the tips of her thirsty fingers against the sheath. It's beautiful, but doesn't fit in with the rest of the room…

 

“Oi, Rin, let's go. I've made us late enough.” Kagome's voice made her jump. She'd been so deep in thought she hadn't herd her friend approach. “I won't be surprised if the movies already started.”

 

“Well you shouldn't just go around touching things,” Rin reprimanded moving to the picture of the night sky. She pushed it carefully aside and began entering the combination to the hidden safe. 6-34-2. How could she forget it? It just coincidentally happened to be her orphanage locker number backwards.

 

Kagome stuck out her tongue waiting impatiently. “You're one to talk caressing that sword. Someone might think you were a killer with your most prized weapon!”

 

“I was not caressing it!” Rin objected grabbing the keys in the safe without even bothering to look at the other items. I'm not supposed to touch them. She put the painting back in place and the two left, locking the door securely behind them. Taking the elevator to the lobby they exited the building.

 

Rin hopped into the passenger's seat of Kagome's car. She waited for her friend to walk around to the driver's seat. “New car?”

 

“Dodge Viper.”

 

“From overseas?”

 

“Of course,” Kagome said flashing a grin and starting the engine. “510 horsepower, 0 to 60 in less then four seconds, 8.3-liter V10 engine.”

 

Rin blinked. “You really know your car.”

 

“Inuyasha's car. All he ever talks about,” She sighed running a hand through her raven locks. “It can get a little annoying.”

 

“Why don't you just talk about something else?”

 

Kagome frowned in thought. “Because when you're in love, you don't care about anything but the one you're in love with. You'd do anything for them, and try to like anything just because they did.” She turned the radio on ending any future conversation.

 

Rin looked out her window with a soft sigh. I'd never do anything like that for anyone. That's why I'll never fall in love.

 

The days passed slowly, usually with Rin going anywhere to escape from the confines of Sesshoumaru's uncomfortable home. She returned to work - luckily not having lost her kimono - with the weekends and all holidays off. For a week and a half she tossed and turned in her new bed. And hours she spent searching the Internet and newspapers for empty houses she could afford.

 

The young woman gave up on trying to sleep and got out of the bed, pulling on a robe. She could just make out a variety of her things littered across the room in the dim light. She suddenly regretted making the room so messy. Even if no one was there but herself, she should still respect the owner.

 

She glided from her room, down the hall, into the main room. Awkwardly she found herself sitting at the piano bench with her hands sliding over the keys. She hit a few of them playing a horrible rendition of “Mary Had a Little Lamb”. Grimacing at her own performance she decided to play no more. Rin took to gazing out the massive window.

 

Tokyo never slept, not even in the small hours of the morning. People went about their business in the city despite the time of day. For not the first time in her life, Rin wondered what it would be like to have even a small affect on it. Kagome, Kagura, and Sango never seemed to give thought to being famous, but it must be a comforting thing to know hundreds care about you without ever truly knowing you.

 

“That's just one thing I'll never know,” Rin whispered softly. And then she froze. A sound filled the air, the sound of a door being forced open. Her door to be more exact. Heart pounding in her chest, her mind screamed to take action but her body did not comply. Oh my god! I need to call the police. I need to hide. I need to do something!

 

The door swung open hitting the wall with a sound that echoed throughout the penthouse. A burglar. A burglar was in her house. No, Sesshoumaru's house. A possibly armed dangerous burglar was in Sesshoumaru's house and she a sitting there like some idiot! Oh God why can't I move? Oh my God, I can't breathe. I can't breathe! She squeezed her eyes shut tight.

 

Stars danced before her. Rin was slammed up against something hard - the wall - after being pushed violently from her sitting position. She cried out, struggling in an escape attempt. Somebody, presumably the burglar, was holding her down. A hand clapped tightly over her mouth. As the attacker leaned over her she pushed hard against their chest. At least now she was sure it was man.

 

The pressure was not letting up and she let out a small whimper of pain. Rin opened her eyes, and wished she hadn't. Two narrower, golden ones stared back. They were hard and cold, making her shiver. He's going to rape me! He's going to rape or kill me unless I do something! Rin began panicking. She could feel his hot breath on her cheek. Letting out a muffled scream, she bit down on his hand hard enough to draw blood.

 

The attacker drew back at once, and the pressure was relieved. The place was suddenly flooded with light. She squinted in the sudden change and nearly fainted in regret and surprise. A man stood there in a business suit, long silver hair falling down his back. It was Sesshoumaru.

 

He looked at his bleeding hand and then back it Rin with narrowed hues. “Name yourself,” he commanded coldly. Something about her seemed familiar.

 

Rin had to force her voice from her throat. “I'm Rin Nishimori. You-you said I could st-stay here.”

 

“Until I returned,” Sesshoumaru interrupted. “I am back, and you are still here.”

 

Rin snapped from frightened to angry in a second. She tried to ignore the blood dripping from Sesshoumaru's hand to floor. Amazingly the wound seemed almost nearly healed. “Hey! You weren't supposed to be back for at least another month! If I'd known you would be back early I'd have left!”

 

Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed further, if possible. “It does not take months to make a trip to China.”

 

“You went to America!” She corrected in despair.

 

“I'm certain I did not.”

 

Rin groaned silently cursing out Kagome. How could her friend have been so wrong? Without anything else to do, Rin bowed her head. “Gomen nasai, Sesshoumaru-san. I should be more respectful. You offered your home to me and I have not thanked you.” He merely raised a brow. Doesn't explain why you had to break in and attack me.

 

“You can stay the rest of the night, be gone in the morning.”

 

“I have no where to go!” The young woman cried forgetting her humble composure.

 

“That,” He said simply, “is none of my concern.”

 

“How can you say that? Don't you care at all about anyone except yourself?” She scowled angrily fighting the tears that pricked at her eyes.

 

“Can you name a reason I should care about you?”

 

Rin opened her mouth, but closed it. She stared at him hard in a helpless position. “Well… why shouldn't you? Because I haven't thrown myself at your feet like some horny fan girl? If that's what you're looking for forget it!”

 

Sesshoumaru looked at her with a blank stare. “Why shouldn't I care about you?” He said with a mock tone laced into his calm, rich voice.

 

Rin continued to scowl. “I know why I shouldn't like you! You broke in and attacked me! I could have been seriously hurt.”

 

“The door was locked, I did not now who you were, and it appears,” Sesshoumaru paused to sniff at the air. The act seemed a bit undignified for him. “You are uninjured.” He brushed past her, turning the lights off on the way to his own room. Rin stood rigid, dumbfounded. She stared through the darkness at the small puddle of blood on the otherwise perfect floor. Collapsing on a nearby sofa, she frowned. Bastard.

 

Her heart was still racing from the sudden encounter. Rin closed her eyes struggling to think up a plan of action. He said be gone in the morning. Though… I guess he never actually said which morning. A sly smile tugged at her lips. Yes. She would just twist his words and stay for as long as she could. As uncomfortable, rude, and horrid that may be.

 

And neither Sesshoumaru nor Rin slept well that first night.

 

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She was awakened from her fitful slumber by the sound of someone's singing. Bad singing. Rin almost yelled `shut up' from habit, but caught herself suddenly remembering her position. Chocolate hues opening, the young woman peered about to find the owner of the wretched singing. Soon enough, her gaze fell upon a woman with an almost unbelievable slim figure and short black hair.

 

“Oh, the hair is fine. It is so silky, so nice.” The woman continued to sing dusting away at the many figurines in the room. She turned around and spotted Rin. “Oh, the girl awakens.”

 

Rin nodded meekly standing up. “I, um, sorry…”

 

“For what?” The woman didn't wait for her question to be answered, just glided over to Rin. “I am Yura, the one who keeps this place perfect. You are?”

 

“Rin Nishimori,” She introduced herself with a small bow. “Why is it you are here now, but haven't been here at all over the past weeks?”

 

“Sesshoumaru-san gave me it all off!” Yura cried. “He does have such beautiful, silky, silver hair. I'd die to have my hands on it.” She went back to her work, dusting off the grand piano now and humming the tune to her hair song.

 

All right, a crazy maid. Rin thought drifting into the kitchen. Spotting the unmistakable Sesshoumaru sitting at the dining table a sinking feeling filled her stomach. Rin had hoped he would be gone and she could slip away to find a place. Blanketed in an uncomfortable silence, she found herself standing there. Sesshoumaru didn't glance up from the newspaper he was reading.

 

Finding her courage, Rin grabbed an apple - bought with her own money of course; she didn't feel comfortable taking his food too - and nonchalantly seated herself across from the inu youkai. She bit into it, suddenly self-conscious. You're nineteen Rin, be a big girl. Don't be intimidated. He said be out by morning, it's still morning…I think. Rin studied him for a moment. Besides, he obviously doesn't seem to care.

 

She finished her small breakfast and sat in silence. Did this guy ever speak? Rin bit her lower lip, unsure of what to do. Even though Sesshoumaru had yet to look up from his newspaper she felt like he was watching her every move. “I'll be out as soon as I can,” Rin announced. She was surprised at how steady and sure her voice sounded. Nothing at all like the self-conscious, unsure girl she was at the time.

 

“Hn.” He turned to a new page.

 

Rin tapped her fingers against the tabletop. “I'm sorry for… biting you.” He didn't make any sign he had hard her. Growing agitated, Rin leaned forward and jerked his newspaper down. “Did you hear me or not?”

 

Sesshoumaru remained stoic. “Indeed, I'm sure anyone in the building could have heard you.”

 

“But, did you hear me?” Rin inquired, determined to make him speak.

 

He quirked perfectly shaped brow. “Hn.”

 

“I'll take that as a yes.” And then there was more silence. She frowned. “Well, aren't you going to apologize too?”

 

“I was unaware I had anything to apologize for.” Sesshoumaru stated coolly.

 

“Well you do. I thought you were some psychotic guy intent on raping me!”

 

“I would not touch you unless necessary.”

 

Rin was hurt, but didn't show it. She folded her arms across her chest and looked away. “Well, anyway, thanks for letting me stay.” The youkai said nothing. He stood and left the kitchen. Rin decided he was going to work or something. Minutes later, she watched him walk out the door leaving her alone in the penthouse with Yura.

 

Busying herself until the maid left, Rin searched frantically for a phone. Finding one hidden beside a plant, she rejoiced. Punching in a few numbers, she waited. After a few rings, someone answered. “Hello?” It was a man. No Miroku. He seemed a bit… out of breath?

 

Nervously, Rin spoke. “Is Sango there?”

 

“Yea, wait a second.”

 

“Hello?” A woman's voice said on the other end. Rin smiled.

 

“Yo, Sango. I'm not interrupting anything am I?”

 

A pause. “No, not at all Rin-chan.”

 

“I was just wondering if you had extra-” Rin stopped. Miroku was there, out of breath. Did she really want to stay with Sango? “Towels?”

 

“Towels?”

 

“Er, yes. Sesshoumaru has some, but I don't feel right using them.”

 

“Yes, I have a few extra actually. Want me to pick them up later?”

 

Later. Not now. Underlying message? Sango was indeed busy. “I'll get them later. Thanks, bye.”

 

“Jaa ne.”

 

Rin returned the phone to the receiver. “I'll just go see Kagome.” She decided. She slipped on her tennis shoes and tied the laces tight. She would be walking, of course.

 

Rin yawned making her way to the door. She reached forward to open it, but instead the door opened suddenly to meet her face. She staggered back with a hiss of pain. Snapping back to what was going on, she focused on Sesshoumaru inches in front of her. He was staring down at her intensely, studying her.

 

“I… er… I was just on my way out, but I'll be back!” Rin added quickly to end any of his silent hopes. “I'm just on my way to visit Kagome.”

 

“Inuyasha's fiancé.” Sesshoumaru stated the fact. “You are walking?”

 

“Yea,” She answered suddenly embarrassed for some reason. “I walk everywhere. I don't have a car, obviously. I mean I was walking when we first met, ne?”

 

The inu youkai remained silent, suddenly aware of why she seemed so familiar. He barely remember the incident, it happening weeks ago. He stepped aside to allow Rin through. With a muttered thank you, the flustered girl left.

 

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I hope this didn't let you down too much. A lot more Sesshoumaru/Rin in the next chapter I promise! Than you lots for all the positive feedback! I love you guys. ::Glomphuggle:: My favorite part of this story won't be coming in for awhile, but all well!

 

Q: How old is Rin?

A: Nineteen. Sesshou is… I dunno. 28? Pfft. I won't say. You decide.

 

Youkai: Demon

Inu: Dog

Onegai: Please

Gomen nasai: Sorry (polite)

Hanyou: Half demon

Jaa ne: Later