InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ You Haven't Lived Until You've Loved ❯ Chapter 6

You Haven't Lived `til You've Loved

 

Chapter 6: The Preparations

 

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Moonlight streamed into the penthouse setting everything it touched awash in a sort of silvery glow. Rin tried to drown out the sounds of the city as she stood silent outside Sesshoumaru's bedroom door. In nothing but a silk nightgown, she was cold and her breathing was as shallow as she could make it. Ear pressed hard against the solid wood door, Rin listened.

 

At first, she heard nothing. Closing her eyes and biting her lower lip, she strained to hear. And finally, the soft even breathing of the dog demon inside. The corners of her lips quirked up in a satisfied smile. Sesshoumaru was definitely sleeping. And - glancing at the small digital clock on a table in the hall - she had only needed to wait until 3AM for him to be so!

 

Tiptoeing into the main room of the penthouse, Rin tried to ignore the creepy too-clean feeling that suddenly became very apparent. Quietly, she fumbled to find the phone, dialed Sango's number, and waited. One ring. Two. Three. Four…

 

“Rin?” Her friend's muffled voice buzzed through. “Isn't it a little early in the morning?”

 

Rin blinked. “How'd ya know it was me?”

 

“Caller ID said `Sesshoumaru' so I figured you.”

 

“Oh,” She whispered in to the phone. “I wanted to ask you about… Kohaku-kun.”

 

“Kohaku?” Sango repeated in surprise. And then she laughed gently. “Are you going to use my brother in some plot against Sesshoumaru?”

 

“Well, I-”

 

“I knew it! You like Sesshoumaru!”

 

“Do not!” Rin hissed. “Well, could you see if Kohaku-kun can come to the costume party-”

 

“Masquerade ball,” Sango corrected with a Kagome-like air.

 

“Whatever. Do you think he'll go?”

 

“Of course. He has the hots for ya still. I'll ask him. Now let me get some sleep?” She whined.

 

Rin smiled. “Thanks,” she muttered. With a soft sigh the young woman hung the phone up and began heading back to her room. One part of her plan as covered. Now to sleep. If I get bags under my eyes Kagome will have a fit. She sighed again. If only pale-skinned men - namely Sesshoumaru - weren't so difficult for me to get along with…

 

“Sleepwalking?” A velvet voice proposed coolly from the confines of the shadows. Rin froze. Chills tingled up and down her spine. How did anyone manage to stir fear into the hearts of others just by speaking one word?

 

“Maybe,” Rin snapped, pressing past his tall frame. “Or maybe I was just looking for a knife?” She smiled sweetly.

 

His eyes narrowed, but if she'd been looking Rin might have seen the glint of amusement in them. “If I didn't know you better, I might assume waiting outside one's door for hours was a bit… out of the ordinary?” She stopped in her tracks, throat tightening. Oh my god! He wasn't asleep! What if he heard the whole conversation on the phone? Is his hearing that well? He is a demon, but still-

 

“I only heard your side of the conversation.” He mentioned almost casually. But, of course, Sesshoumaru was anything but casual.

 

Rin whirled around to face him. She glared, her hands clenched into fists at her side. She could feel her nails digging into the flesh of her palm. “What are you? Some kind of whacko stalker!” Her voice cracked. Her mind buzzed. Sesshoumaru's eyes hardened. Rin groaned, grinding her teeth. “Look, I'm sorry. I wanted to make sure you were asleep so I wouldn't bother you, all right? Why are you so untrusting of everyone?”

 

“…”

 

“I am stunned that you opened up to me,” she grumbled.

 

“Hn.”

 

“If I'm going to stay here,” - whether he likes it or not, this guy deserves to be tortured - “We need some ground rules.”

 

Sesshoumaru raised a brow. “Indeed.”

 

Rin took a deep breath and held up her hand. “One. We need to at least try to be civil to each other.” She held up a finger and continued doing so as she went on. “Two. You stop stalking me.”

 

“This Sesshoumaru is not stalking you.”

 

“Well than the other Sesshoumaru sure as hell is!”

 

“I believe you've just broken your own rule.”

 

“No I- damn it!” Rin fumed. She stared at him hard. He's too handsome not to smile…Her mind thought vaguely. Rin's eyes widened in terror. “What!? NO!”

 

He blinked.

 

Standing dumbfounded in the silvery moonlight, golden depths alight for once and hair shining so brilliantly it was almost as if he was aglow, Rin struggled to keep her feet on the ground. Oh I hate him! Hate, hate, hate! She bit her bottom lip - a nasty habit, she knew - and lowered her gaze to her bare feet poking out from the bottom of her nightgown. “Hate him…” She muttered.

 

The silent stretched on until…

 

“Hey, Sesshoumaru?” Rin's voice quivered slightly. She cleared her throat before continuing, desperate to change the topic, “Why do you have that sword, uh, in this room?” She pointed a shaking finger at it. He turned to gaze in that direction. She watched his hair spill over his shoulders in a smooth wave. Rin swallowed hard. “I mean it doesn't really fit with everything else.”

 

“It is special,” he said flatly. His voice wasn't cold, just signaling the end of that train of conversation. “Are you finished?”

 

Rin watched him turn back to watch her, his expression had softened slightly along with his eyes. “Actually… I do have one more question.”

 

“…”

 

The young woman's hands fidgeted behind her back. Why did she suddenly feel so small? “Why are you so… cold?”

 

“Cold?” He repeated quietly. His whisper was inaudible to her ears.

 

“Well, I've just… just noticed you're always indifferent and distant. Sometimes sarcastic, but that hardly counts.”

 

“…”

 

“Never mind. It's a personal question. Anyway, why tell me? We hate each other. Heh heh…” And then she turned and raced back to her room. The digital clock beeped once. 4AM. Sesshoumaru drifted over to the piano and began to play a soft tune. From her room, buried under the thick blankets, Rin listened to the bare melody and wept silently along with it.

 

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“This is going to be so much fun!” Izayoi cried enthusiastically. Kagome nodded furiously beside her. Both women had devoted themselves to decorating every inch of the house with it's own beautiful theme. “I just can't wait for tonight!”

 

Kagome clasped her hands in front of herself and spun around once on the just-waxed dancing floor. “I can hardly believe Inuyasha and I are really getting married sometimes…”

 

Only the best - and nothing but it - were hired to decorate. In a sudden burst of “creativity” it had been decided the theme was Feudal Japan. Of course, the idea had been so last minute few of the guests were able to make changes. Not that Izayoi or Kagome minded at all. “No! The flowers need to be organized into patterns!” Kagome yelled in despair. Izayoi shook her head, watching the woman dash off.

 

“Takahashi-san?” A girl asked timidly.

 

Izayoi nodded, waiting for the brown-haired worker to continue. “Yes?”

 

The girl extended a hand. “I am Elric Haley. I'm here to translate for the American and Europeans guests?” Izayoi's face broke out into a broad grin. She shook Haley's hand once and then floated off to help a lost decorator hang a ribbon.

 

“Don't just stand there, dear. Help!” The woman cried.

 

“Takahashi-san, I'm finishing the guest lists,” a kitsune announced. He handed a clipboard to her. She scanned it and nodded.

 

“Thank you, Shippou, dear. Just add everyone's name to it!”

 

He bowed. “Of course, Takahashi-san!”

 

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“Feudal theme,” the black-haired man repeated slowly. He smiled. “I'll just use my grandfather's monk robes. It'll save me the cost of a tuxedo.”

 

“Miroku!” Sango cried, “I wanted to see you dressed-up for once.” They were both stretched out on a sofa in her home watching Godzilla movies.

 

“You can see me in a tux when you agree to marry me.”

 

Sango blushed shamefully and looked away. “I'll just have to wear a feudal outfit too.”

 

Miroku blinked. “You own a costume?”

 

“Well… My family used to be demon slayers. I have my own fighting suit, just in case.” She yawned, idly petting her cat - Kirara - who lay purring on her lap. “Not that it will ever be needed for something serious.”

 

“You never know, Sango my sweet, you never know…”

 

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Notes: Wow. I haven't updated this horribly written fanfic in forever. -Pounds fists keyboard- I'm letting it take the blame for my horrible lack of creativity! I think… I think I love all my reviews. -Hugs all- without you I would have deleted this long ago! Next chapter? The ball! Yay! Sesshoumaru plus Tuxedo equals Sexyoumaru. Wow… weird. I know. I have some evil up my sleeve for the next chapter. (The next MUCH longer chapter.)

 

Q: Do you hate Rin?

A: No. Just her character in this story. She's actually my fave after Sess.

 

Q: Is Naraku in this?

A: Bwahaha! No really, we'll see.

 

Q: Why do you have no self-esteem?

A: because I have no reason to have self-esteem.

 

THANKYOU EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED! I LOVE YOU ALL! -Hugs and glomps-

 

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