The Writer and the Escort
Chapter 1: Stupid Miroku.
Rin swallowed the lump in her throat. To her, this was painful, one hundred and fifty percent painful. This book had to be perfect. Everything she had was riding on this it. Unfortunately, for the longest time she has been stuck on one chapter.
'It's only one measly, little chapter. Okay, sure it is probably the most important part of my entire book!' she scolded herself. 'But everything else fell into place almost flawlessly. Why this chapter?'
She was hoping Miroku could help with her unfortunate problem. Intensely, she watched as his eyes moved from left to right in a rhythmic motion. As he read through her sixth revision of that cursed chapter, she was falling apart mentally. To keep from shaking, she twisted her lanyard in her hands.
Miroku neatly restacked the papers in order. She could tell by the way he didn't look at her that he didn't like it. So many times Rin had seen him like that. He took a deep breath, and then opened his mouth; however nothing seemed to come out.
Groaning, she doubled over, letting her head fall in between her knees. "It's that bad?"
"Rin, it's not that it's bad…" he started.
"Remember… you promised to be honest." she looked up at him.
Miroku crossed his arms. "Alright, it's awful. Pretty sure, it's worst then the last one you wrote."
He heard her groan again. "That's fantastic."
Miroku gave her a kind smile. "The rest of it is excellent. Young adult is booming currently, and I can see you having a future in that. Perhaps, you should lower their age and drop the sex-"
"Write that crap? No," she interrupted him, "It's suppose to be a romance novel. An erotica! Miroku, it's supposed to be about a demon having an affair with a human. How can I write a book based on an affair and not have the sex in it?"
"Just briefly mention it. No detail."
"You will not get me to change my mind," she told him, point blank.
"I didn't think I could." He smiled.
"Okay," she dragged out. "How can I improve the scene?"
"Rin, I'm not sure."
She leaned toward him, sitting on the edge of her seat. "Come on! You are the biggest erotica writer Japan has! You chuck out two romance novels a year, full of sex. If anyone can help me fix my one sex scene it's you."
He grinned. She knew all she had to do was inflated his already big head, then she could easily get something out of him. "Alright, but you won't like it."
"Trust me, whatever it is I need it!" she practically begged him.
Miroku arose from his seat and moved to where he kept his alcohol. Ever since his little girl's found the cabinet, he kept it under lock and key. As he poured a drink, he said, "I had a professor that said the greatest writers draw on their own experiences to fuel their stories."
"Okay…" She bit her lip. 'Fuel? I'm trying to write not start a campfire!'
He took a drink, "They could draw on their emotions, feelings, et cetera, et cetera."
"So you think I should draw on my experiences?" She blinked, obviously missing what he was trying to convey. "I already do that."
He laughed. "You are one of the smartest people I know, and one of the most innocent." Miroku drank the last of his glass. "Rin, your sex scenes suck because you personally do not know what it's like!"
Her face instantly warmed up, "What?"
"It's like a samurai wielding bread as a sword. Pointless. You have no idea how it feels to have a guy's big, throbbing-"
"Miroku!" She jumped out of her seat, not wanting to hear more.
"My point is you need to get laid! Have that cherry of yours popped." He grinned.
She shook her head furiously "Oh no… no no no no!"
"Come on Rin. You'll be, what, twenty soon? It's about time you gave it up. Get some experience." He gave her a tooth filled smile. "Go get some big co-"
"Miroku!" she yelled through her teeth, causing him to laugh.
"Oh! And I know the perfect guy!" He jumped over to his desk.
"Miroku!" she whispered, disgusted. "I am not sleeping with you! You're married." She pointed in the direction she knew his wife to be.
He didn't even move to look at her, "Don't flatter yourself, hun, I love my dear Sango. And you're too short." He pulled out a business card and scribbled on it. "Though, I could always spin you." He extended it her way. "He's a friend of mine."
"No! I am not going to… make love to some stranger!"
"Make love? Oh, how cute!" He sat back into his oversized chair. "Sex is sex. You connect it to love, and then you get rubbish when you write."
She stomped her foot. 'Great was I in kindergarten again?' Rin shook her head. "Miroku, I'm serious. No friend, no experience, no sex! Period."
"Alright. Alright," he chuckled, then papered clipped the card to her chapter. "Rin, dear, it's your call. You can gain some experience or write what you have dubbed as crap."
As soon as he offered her the chapter, she snatched it away from him. "Bye, Miroku. Thanks, I guess."
She walked down the hall stuffing the chapter in her over sized book bag. That man knew how to get under her skin. She was a virgin because she wanted to be. It was something she always valued about herself.
"Aiko! Stop pulling your sister's hair!" she heard Sango yell as she entered the kitchen, she was bouncing an infant in her arms trying to get him to stop crying.
"I see Aiko's being a pain, again," she laughed, reaching for the baby.
"Oh you have no idea." She gratefully handed him to her. "I'll be right back."
Rin laughed again and Sango ran out of the room yelling at her twins. "Aiko! Aika is not a toy, she's your sister! Leave her alone."
"Haruki, hush now. Be a good little boy." She cooed, looking down at the boy. 'Funny how even the sanest person can reduce themselves to speak idiotically to a baby. Baby talk if you will.'
"Oi! Rinny," she heard someone call out. "You look weird holding a baby!"
"Ha ha, Kohaku." She looked over at him. "Oh geez! You cut your hair off!"
He ran his fingers through his new locks. "You noticed, huh?"
"Hard not to notice such an ugly hair-do." The baby finally ceased crying.
"Hey now! Don't talk to me about hair, Miss Side-Bow," he laughed, throwing his book bag on to the counter. "That went out in the eighties."
"Last I heard, the eighties were coming back." She made faces at the baby.
He gave a half hearted laugh, as he started to dismantle his belt. "Shows what you know about fashion."
She watched as he placed item after item on the kitchen counter. "Is it heavy?"
He shrugged. "Eh. Not really." He removed the gun from its holster. "This is what weighs it down the most."
"Kohaku! Is that you?" Sango yelled.
"You should probably go save her from thing one and thing two," Rin laughed.
Minutes after he left, she reentered the kitchen. "God has to hate me for giving be those two!" she muttered as she adjusted her shirt and hair.
"Well at least you have this little angel," she said, with more of the baby talk.
She took him from her arms. "This little angel has been teething." Sango looked at Rin, "So what did he think?"
Rin groaned. "It's horrible, like always."
"Well you can always try again," Sango sighed.
"I guess." Rin leaned against the kitchen counter and sighed. "You know, your husband's a pervert!"
"Really? Miroku! A pervert?" Sango was a master at sarcasm.
Laughing, Rin took a seat on one of the bar stools before grabbing Kohaku's handcuffs and playing with them. "He thinks I need to lose my virginity to write better."
"Well…" She placed Haruki in some sort of baby contraption. The bouncer was strong enough to support that fat little baby.
"Not you too!" She slammed her head down on the counter.
She found a seat beside Rin. "Well, you are a romance writer. It'd be like me being a cop and refusing to touch a gun. Sure, I could get by without one. I could use a teaser or a baton, but one day I'm going to have to face the fact that I need a gun."
Taking in a deep breath, Rin looked at her. "It's different. Sex wasn't something I just wanted to hand out. I want it to be special."
Sango smile. "No one ever said to hand it out- Oh Miroku did, didn't he?"
She nodded.
Rolling her eyes, Sango continued. "Maybe you need to start dating, put this novel off until you have that someone special."
She sighed, "I didn't want to date until I had my novel published."
"You'll be running in circle if you don't compromise something."
Rin continued to fiddle with the handcuffs as Haruki began crying again. She hardly noticed when Sango left the room. Pressing her lips together, she thought about what they were saying.
'Are they right? Do I need to do this to write better?' she asked herself.
"Those aren't toys." Kohaku said, pulling the fridge open.
"Like you ever use them." I partially glared at him.
He laughed. "I don't know whether you are insulting my ability as a cop or my sex life."
She froze. "You use these during sex?"
"Nothing wrong with a little light bondage play." He grinned. "Besides the ones from the store break too easily."
"Ew!" she dropped them. "I need hand sanitizer!"
He started laughing before taking them.
"You're as bad as your brother-in-law!" she snapped at him.
Kohaku rolled his eyes. "Speaking of that dummy, I overheard you and Sango."
"What? You think I should lose it, too?" She plopped her head onto her hand with a sigh.
"No. I think you need to lose it when you feel it's the right time," he said, exactly what his friend needed to hear.
She smiled, "Thanks."
"Sex won't make you a better writer," he added.
"Miroku seems to think so," she said.
"Hmm…" He took a drink of his favorite grape pop. "Ever try watching porn?" he asked, ruining the sweet moment.
Miroku swallowed the last of his scotch before pressing send. He leaned back in his chair as he listened to the phone ring.
"Make this quick. I am with a client." the person on the other end greeted him.
"Well hello to you too." Miroku laughed.
"I said make it quick," the voice warned.
Miroku knew the guy would hang up if he didn't get to the point. "As I remember it, you owe me a favor."
There was a long pause, before the man spoke. "And that would be?"
"Before I say it. You must understand, you can't refuse. The information I know on you will spontaneously surface if you do." Miroku crossed his legs knowing he had him.
"This sounds more like blackmail, then a favor."
"Call it what you wish. You have no choice." Miroku said.
"What is it you want?"
"I have a new client for you. She's a virgin." He poured more scotch in the glass.
Miroku listened as the noise on the other end began to quiet down. Perhaps he was going somewhere alone. "Sex isn't free."
"It will be this time." Miroku knew how to reel him in. "But hey. I'll do you a favor. She's trying to gain experience for her novel. You'll help her better it and I'll pay your full price. However this offer will expire."
"Hn. How long do I have?"
"Three months seems fair." He swallowed more of his drink.
"She's a virgin?"
"Yes," Miroku grinned.
"Then make it six months." His friend said. "Oh, and I don't do virgins, so the price is doubled."
Miroku chuckled. "Alright. You do this in six months and I'll pay your original price. But you do it in three and I'll double it. You are not the only one that can play hard ball."
"There is something else, isn't there? Something I won't like."
"Of course," Miroku grinned. "But remember you have no choice." He didn't wait for a reply. "She's human."
He hung up the phone, his golden eyes glared at it. How dare that imbecile force a human onto him! Miroku was going to pay for this. He instantly composed himself when he heard the clicking of heels coming his way.
"Mm." He heard the demoness purr. "I was wondering where you ran off to."
He felt her nails lightly run along his neck. "Kagura, I excused myself. You had no reason to look for me."
"I was curious what was more important than me." Her lips leaned forward and touched his.
"A new client." He was honest with her.
She made a sound of disgust. "Our agreement was that you wouldn't do any business while you're with me!" Kagura stepped away from him. "I have the right mind not to pay you tonight."
His demeanor quickly changed. "Now why would you do a thing like that, love?" He wrapped his arms around her as he changed his persona. He began playing the part of the loving boyfriend. The part she paid him to play.
'I hate money!' Rin screamed in her head. 'It's disgusting. You never know where it has been. In a wallet? Someone's germy hand? Or maybe a strippers thong!' She furiously scrubbed her hand with sanitizer. She literally hated being a cashier.
"Rinny," Kagome called out in her peppy voice.
Sometimes her peppiness was a little too much for Rin to handle. "Yeah?"
"Can you close?" She put her hands up like she was praying, "Inuyasha's taking me out tonight. It's our anniversary!"
Rin smiled at her. "Of course, Monday nights are slow anyhow."
She squealed, "Thank you!"
"How long have you been together?" Rin asked.
Kagome stopped to think. "Since high school. My first year, so like six or seven years." She waved her hand. "But what matters is we've been married for a year!"
Rin leaned against the counter smiling. "Did you two, ya know, before you were married?"
She blushed, "Did we… what? Have sex?"
"Yeah." Rin murmured. Maybe this was too embarrassing to talk about?
"Yeah, we did." Kagome gave a nervous laugh. "It was before we started dating officially."
"Huh?" Rin didn't know Kagome in high school that well. She only knew of her through Kohaku. It wasn't until college they became friends. 'I never pegged her as a hook up kind of girl.'
"Well, we dated without saying it. We were always on and off and on and off. Over and over again. He was all hung up on my cousin, Kikyo." Her voice was slightly bitter. "One day after a fight, it just happened, angrily. Everything changed after that. He was closer to me and he completely ignored her."
"Sex changed that much?"
"Yeah I guess," she shrugged. "And when you're dating Inuyasha it's not a bad weapon." Kagome winked.
Rin laughed.
"Are you and Kohaku-" she drifted off just as Rin glared at her.
"We're just friends." Rin shouted. 'If I told you once, I've told you a hundred times… Geez people! Kohaku is just my pal.' She rolled her eyes. "I was just wondering."
She smiled, "I still say you two would be so cute together!"
"Kagome!" Rin groaned. This conversation was on the top of Rin's complaint list. Next to her chapter and rent money.
"To bad Inuyasha doesn't have a brother! I'd totally try to hook you up." Kagome was always trying to get Rin to go out with guys.
'Seriously, you just need to put her in a pink tutu and fairy wings, give her a bow and arrow, then let her aim it at my ass and you have Cupid!' Rin thought glaring at Kagome.
Rin took a deep breath. Being single wasn't a thing to be proud of. In fact she hadn't even kissed a guy before. As embarrassing as that was for her to admit, it was true.
"Sota's single!" Kagome apparently wasn't going to drop this.
"He is not. He just told you and your mom that so you would stop bugging him about it." Rin told her quickly, finding an easy scapegoat. 'Sorry I threw you under the bus Sota! But it had to be done.'
"What?" she yelled, ignoring the customer that walked in. It just happened to be her one and only husband. "Why that little-"
"Whoa, who's got your panties in a bunch now?" Inuyasha said behind her, causing the prep to jump a mile high.
"She just found out Sota has a girlfriend." Rin told him.
"Oh," he placed his hands behind his head. "So the pipsqueak isn't gay."
"Inuyasha!" Kagome scolded him, obviously protective about her brother.
"What? I was worried about that punk." He was just messing with her now.
"So, Happy Anniversary." Rin changed the subject before the topic circled back to her and Kohaku.
"Keh! Whatever." He looked away from them.
Rin grinned, ceasing the opportunity to tease him. "What, you didn't bring her flowers?"
Kagome looked down at his hand, "Oh you didn't…"
"They are in the car!" he said through his teeth. "Come on!"
Rin started laughing as he stormed out, embarrassed.
It was close to closing time. Ten more minutes and Rin got to close her drawer then go home. Working in a bookstore never conjured up many customers. Since Kagome left only one costumer came in, and she didn't even buy a book.
The past few hours, Rin kept going over her chapter. Again and again. Trying to improve it. But nothing seemed to work. She tried going about it in a different angle. It just kept getting worst. Rin was becoming more and more frustrated.
She eyed the business card. It was plain white, in the front is had silver writing that said Seven. While on the back was a silver phone number. In blue ink was scribbled 'He's really great! He'll be expecting your call.' in Miroku's handwriting.
'Stupid Miroku! Why the hell would some guy be expecting me to call?' she thought. 'Did Miroku tell him he'd be getting sex? Ugh!' She let her head hit the counter.
Rin took out her iPhone and did a quick search for the company Seven. Nothing. Then she did a reverse search on the phone number. And surprise, surprise. Nothing. It's like this Seven didn't even exist.
Taking in a deep breath, she dialed the number. Her palms were sweating. Her heart began pounding in her chest.
After the fifth ring, someone answered. "Hello," the voice was deep, husky even.
Quickly, she pulled the phone away and hung up. "Oh man! What the hell was I thinking? This isn't like me. Not one bit." She covered her face with her hands, practically hyperventilating. "That voice was the definition of sexy. Who did it belong to? Fabio?"
She jumped out of her skin when her phone began going off. Snatching it up, she answered it. "Hello?"
"Hello Rin." The sexy voice was back!
She couldn't speak. 'He actually called me back?'
"Miroku said you'd be shy, but I didn't think you would actually hang up on me." His voice was positively perfect.
"I- ah…" She swallowed the lump in her throat. 'Damn you Miroku. What the hell am I suppose to say?'
"I find the phone so impersonal," he continued, "How about coffee, tomorrow?"
"Okay…" She said meekly. 'He's so… frank.'
"How does ten sound?"
"Sounds… early." Talk about being in a daze. "I mean- That's perfect."
'Really Rin? You don't even know the guy! But you are going to meet him for coffee? Fantastic. That's a great way to get killed. He's probably part of some horrible murder spree. Miroku reels them in, poor innocent girls. And this guy devours them. I wouldn't put it pass Miroku. Having a cop for a wife is a little too perfect.' Her mind was going a hundred miles per hour. 'I'm going to be murder and my kidneys sold on eBay.'
"Good, I'll see you then-"
"What's your name?" She said all too quickly, cutting him off.
"Sesshomaru."
-A Note from Roz-
Heeeey! I hope you like this story! It is fully dedicated to my friends over at the live journal community Little White Doves: Sesshomaru and Rin Sanctuary. :D you guys are great.
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