Chapter 1: Lost and Found

Since time began, people have loved and believed in that one soul mate that was destined to have been made for them. The one person who could never be replaced and would rather die than live without. Unfortunately, not everyone is lucky enough to find such a person so they go through pointless relationships in hopes of a love like that. Although the process of falling in and out of love was by all means an...interesting experience, it was as good a time as any to just break that cycle and bring family into the picture... Thats what she kept telling herself.

Rin sat in the crowded airport staring out of the ceiling-to-floor windows, attempting to organize her thoughts. It was such an ironic task considering her living off a profession in psychology. She gets a salary from listening to people's problems, understanding their actions, and frankly going through their mind...but hers was a completely different story. Nothing made sense. No matter how many times things replayed painfully in her mind.

ZZZZ!

Rin jumped and quickly started digging through her landfill of a handbag and fished out her phone. She suppressed the urge to let out a loud and unlady-like groan in a very public space. Can men understand anything at all? She tossed the currently offending device back in her bag, no longer wanting to look at picture of the handsome Brad Pitt wannabe that was her ex...as of a few hours.

One minute she's on her way to surprise him for lunch, the next she's booking a ticket for a flight to Japan. That was only the start.

She was absolutely mesmerizing. Her hair was a long, well groomed waterfall of ink down her back, compared to the usual messy bun she had it in during the week. Her almond colored eyes were dancing with excitement with an added coat of mascara to surely blow any man away with the slightest flutter of her lids. Her lips were painted the perfect shade of red and were ready for kissing, in her opinion. Finally, her small but curvaceous body was kept in a lovely slimming dress that hugged her in all the right places.

Yet is wasn't good enough...

Rin knocked on his door, her energy practically scathing it. Tonight is going to be great. She thought as she impatiently waited but heard no footsteps toward the door.

"That's weird. If he's watching the game, like always, it shouldn't take him so long to answer a door." She flicked her wrist and stared at the face of her watch. 4:32 She sighed harshly and knocked a little harder. He should be home. Growing tired of waiting, Rin walked down the hall and found the plant near the elevator and dug for the spare key she knew he hid there. She giggled to herself at the countless times he would look himself out, to the point where his spare key could be his main key.

"Maybe he's in the shower." She said to herself as she opened the door to find this pig sty that was her boyfriend's sanctuary. As she stepped in her feet landed on one of his suit jackets. Will he never learn to pick up after himself? After a year and a half of dating, Rin was never surprised to find a shirt or two laying around. She sighed as she noticed a trail of clothes that could most likely lead to the bathroom. Must have been a tiring d-

All thoughts stopped and she dropped the clothes in her hands when she spotted a lacy black bra near his trousers, and it was definitely not hers. She fearfully followed the clothed trail to his bedroom. She could hear panting and soft groaning from outside the door. Small beads of sweat formed near her brow as her hand shakily grasped the handle. She pushed the door open.

Moving bodies mixed with blue sheets came into view before her in the center of the room. Rin hadn't realized she was going to cry until the unshed tears blurred her vision. The slight bang of the door hitting the back wall interrupted the couple and teary chocolate met shocked blue and pleasure-filled hazel.

"J-J.." Rin couldn't help chocking on her words in between sobs.

"Rin..." She involuntarily flinched at the hoarse tone that voiced her name. I can't take this. Rin turned, willing her legs to take her as far away as possible and begging whatever gods that were watching her that she not fall and add embarrassment to her heartbreak.

Rin could feel wetness on her cheeks as she sat on the now landed aircraft. She silently cried throughout the flight. When she flight landed she almost wanted to laugh. A 12 hour flight and the tears kept flowing. Will I ever stop crying?

"Chūi! Atarashī tōchaku ga arudeshou, shittingueriagēto o kuria shite kudasai", Rin wasn't sure what was said but she took the hint and grabbed her bags followed the crowd of people she remembered being on board with. I should try and find that station Kagome was taking about. Rin decided as she exited the vast airport and into the chilly Japan evening. Don't think of him.

"Hey S-Sesshy...could y-ourrrr get me another drrrrink?" The white-haired police chief glared daggers at his lieutenant. How does one find pleasure in the destruction of their common sense?

"Fortunately, you've had enough to please your alcoholic capacities, Miroku. You need a cab." There was no way in hell he was going allow his next-to-comatose friend ruin his car with the nausea that would eventually come into play. He looked around at the partying people not to far from him, easily ignoring the sultry looks that some women were throwing at him as they swayed their bodies to the pounding music. Little did they know that he was not one to get lost in the movement of a woman's hips. He was used to such attention and frankly, it irritated his core.

The white-haired man, that had nearly every woman in the club drooling, was the Head police chief of all of the law enforcement departments in Japan. He was trained to understand his surrounding and observe all...even when they are observing you. He was more comfortable in the field busting cases and making the world a little safer...not trying to babysit a grown intoxicated man...and certainly not act upon the affections of women.

"Aww but...hic..don't wanna leave." Miroku slouched back in the seat of the booth the two men were in. This is never going to repeat itself. Tonight was Miroku's birthday and he and a few other officers were invited to come 'clubbing'. Said officers were dancing with prostitutes, soon-to-be one-night stands, and potential home-wreckers. He shook his head at the trouble his men would soon find themselves in with their wives and partners.

"You won't be leaving alone." Sesshomaru also happened to noticed the glances that were given to this stupid-drunk lieutenant, especially by a dark-eyed brunette with her air in a long ponytail. He could tell from her fidgeting and lip-biting that she was anxious. Her brow furrowed a few times as she looked at Miroku then at him before looking down. Sesshomaru knew what was going on. I'm the problem. He smirked at the discovery. The women wanted to approach the halfway asleep officer but was too scared with him around. "I shall see you at the station on Monday. Have a pleasant evening, lieutenant". He said finally with a sly smirk before quickly getting up and leaving.

"Mmm..." Miroku raised his hand to his forehead in a mock salute.

Sesshomaru let out a relieved sigh when the cool breeze brushed against his skin. He was free from the ear-damaging music and provocative women. He was never really one for one-night stands let alone relationships, he could never find the time to court anyone and he really didn't care for a companion. He leaned against his car for a moment just basking in the night air. A sense of peace swept over him. He pulled out his keys and was just about to unlock his door.

AAAAAHHHHHH!

It tore through the nearly silent night, his peace, and for some odd reason, caused a sharp feeling in his chest. A few people still populated the area, most of them drunk considering he was still near the club. They either hadn't heard it or chose to ignore it since none so much as perked their heads in the notice of the sound of distress. He took off nearly pinpointing the voice he could no longer hear.

Again. He urged mentally as he kept running. For your own sake, scream again!

...AHHHH! There is was and Sesshomaru instantly sped in the direction. His instinct told him to call for back-up while getting there, which he rarely does, but he wasn't even sure of where 'there' was. He heard muffled whimpers and shuffling near by and he began to slow his speed and prepared himself. He turned in a dimly lit alley to see a woman cocooned between two dirty men. One was straddling her, holding her in place, while the other held her mouth shut from making further noise. Her seemingly short dress was pushed clear up to her chest and over her face, nearly suffocating her. Sesshomaru gritted his teeth as he realized what was going on.

"I recommend halting any further action, unless you have a death wish." The venom in his voice not only ceased their actions but he could see their bodies begin to shake in fear. The two turned slowly in his direction and backed away at the sight of the pistol aimed at them. The two took off before any further interrogation...not before two shots were fired. Shots fired from pistol of the Silver Fang never miss their mark. Sesshomaru took the opportunity to scan for any others lingering in the shadows of the alley. When it was clear he put away the gun and focused his attention to the woman.

"Are you injured?" He asked, even though he was still giving her the once-over, pulling down her dress. She was visibly shaking as his hands gently skimmed over her skin for a few cuts and bruises but nothing too serious in his opinion. He reached around to help her up but she flinched back. It was then that he actually looked at her.

A round face that was deathly pale and dirtied by dust and tears, and framed by dark hair came to view. Trembling, soft-looking pale pink lips were parted as short breaths were exhaled. Cheeks slightly reddened, and finally her eyes. Her dark eyes were wide and focused on him. He had never met a woman who gave so much away without even saying a word, not even in that club. Sesshomaru looked into cinnamon colored orbs, they were so brown that he wondered if her tears would eventually become melted chocolate.

"I will not harm you, you need to be attended to." He reached around again but she flinched again, he noticed her confused expression. "Do you not want to be helped?"

"What are you even saying?" Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed. He recognized the language when he and his precinct had to monitor a conference meeting between the President and an English Ambassador. Now taking in the thrown luggage near the two of them, he realized. A foreigner? He didn't understand, she looked like any natural born Japanese woman. What to do...

To say that Rin was terrified would have been the understatement of the century, she was out right awestruck. She had begun to get a little lost and thought to ask for help and the next thing she knows, she's pinned down on the verge of being raped while being yelled at in a language she can't even comprehend. Now this was a whole different story...

This man, her rescuer, seemed to speak the same language but he was definitely nothing like them. Though knelt down, Rin could easily guess that he was a clear foot or more taller than her. He had a lean muscular build and held a tense yet dignified posture. His broad shoulders were unmistakable under the form fitting sweater and jacket he wore. His hair was whiter than snow and extremely long yet it was tied at the nape of his neck. Rin couldn't help but gape at the aristocratic features he held. His handsome...more like beautiful face had high cheekbones, thin sensual lips, and intense topaz eyes that bore into her soul. He must be some kind of angel.

All of that dreaming ended once the god of a man opened his mouth.

"Anata ga fushō shite imasu ka?" Oh no. Rin didn't miss the fact that he had a gun so she knew she couldn't stand a chance if she wanted to fight him. But the problem wasn't determining if she should fight him...He looked at her skeptically, for injuries she assumed. His hands gently moving along her skin, leaving behind trails of heat. Yet Rin could see him reach around her and she backed away and again when he reattempted. He continued to babble on yet to Rin's dismay, she was entranced by his silky deep voice. She no longer cared about the language, as long as he kept talking but she thought better of it.

"What are you even saying?" Upon her speaking, she could barely see and inner turmoil going on with the expressions that flashed over his face but then his eyebrows rose as if he came to a realization.

"You." He pointed to her. "No Japanese." Even when he struggles with English he sounds good. Rin mentally cooed like a fan girl but shook her head. "I take you home." Before Rin could cry out in objection he continued. "Heal injuries."

Sesshomaru couldn't believe the predicament he was put in. He was definitely not a translator, and knew too little of the language to even give a satisfactory explanation. His linguistic expertise were in romantic languages like French or Spanish. He tried his best to communicate to her what his intentions were but it didn't seem to get through.

He held up a finger for her to wait as he fished in his pocket for his wallet. He opened it and pulled out his badge and handed it to her. He look in anticipation as she look at it and looked at the slip of information on it. She turned to him in surprised before nodding, returning his badge to him. "Hai."

Sesshomaru smirked, pleased that she knew something, even if it was as little as he knew about her language. He reached over again, helping her up without her protesting. He went to pick up her suitcase and began leading her to his car not to far away. He glanced back at her and noticed her limping and her expression twisted from pain. I supposed not all injuries were physically visible. He stopped in front of her and knelt down. He was grateful she wasn't slow and he had no need to explain, since she shyly climbed onto his back and the continued on through the night to his car.

If anyone at the precinct had told him he would be taking a woman home much less a foreign one, he would have had a background check done to be sure there was no history of insanity.

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