I do not own Inuyasha
"Sesshomaru, this is Rin," said Inuyasha. The sweet beautiful woman standing next to his half-brother smiled. Something about her, he could not put a finger on it, but it had pulled him to her like to others. And his brother's next word crushed his icy heart like lightning strikes, "My wife."
"Nice to meet you," Rin beamed and politely bowed her head to her brother-in-low.
"Hn," was all he managed to say. He did not trust his word because right now all he could think of was why did she had to be Inuyasha's wife? Why her of all people? Why did he not meet her first?
What was it about her that pulled him to her so much that he felt like he was going to die because she had already been belonging to another man?
Worst, His half-brother's.
From this moment on he would have to see the two of them together and made his life a living hell.
Why did he have to fall in love at first sight with this girl?
She is beautiful, yes, but there were millions of beautiful girls out there.
Her white perfect skin? That was not uncommon.
Her innocent big doe-like eyes? Or was it her angelic smile?
He didn't know.
She wasn't that unique. All he knew was she had something no one else had. She reached into his unfeeling heart and made it beat; it yearned for her.
How could he live from this moment on knowing he could never have her?
Why did his cold heart that had never been soft for even a moment to love anyone loved the woman before him so much that he felt like he would fall apart even though they had just met? The world was so unfair!
The world was never fair.
"Your room is on the second room to the right," he pointed at the long hall of his apartment. She nodded. She smiled. Her beautiful smiled broke his heart.
"Make yourself at home. I have business to take care," he coldly told the newlywed couple and dashed out of the room without giving a damn weather it looked bad or not.
He had to get out of here. Get out of the suffocating room.
He rushed to his car, unbuttoned his shirts, opened the door, turned on the engine and stepped on the gas paddle without mercy, driving out of his home.
Inuyasha told him he had just married a girl, but because of the house renovation, it would take them at least three month to finish. He asked Sesshomaru if he and his wife could stay with him until then because his house was close to Rin's university. She wanted to continue her education there.
Normally he won't even give a damn about it. Why would he go out of his comfort zone and jumped into annoying matters for three months for someone else? And his half-brother at that, who he was more than disliked! But for some unknown stupid reason, he said yes to Inuyasha.
And there stood the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on.
A forbidding creature.
He was damn!
He couldn't even dream of having her.
His entire body felt hot. He rolled the expansive car's windows down to let the cool winds cooled his head. He felt like destroying the world.
.
"I think he hates me," Rin announced to her husband as they moved their belongings to their new room.
"He hates anybody. Don't worry about him." Inuyasha said indifference.
"Are you sure it's okay for us to say here?" she frowned.
"He said yes, so it's okay. We can move into a hotel if you like?"
"No, it's fine," she answered. She did not want to waste too much money on the hotel since it would take three months' time. They could rent a little apartment too, but it was in such short notice that they could not find a place right away.
And with that, the matter was settled.
Sesshomaru returned home after midnight in hope that the couple would be in bed and he would not have to face them. How wrong he was!
As soon as he stepped inside his house, passing through the leaving room which was not too far from the kitchen, she was there in her long blue and green pajamas; in her hand was a glass of water.
"You're back, Sesshomaru?" she beamed her angelic smiled at him making him wanted to walked to her and touché that beautiful face of hers.
"Hn," was all he answered. He cloaked his feelings with a stoic mask and walked into his own bed room. He did not miss her confused, (hurt) expression.
Hell! She is so goddamn beautiful!
He shut his bedroom door behind, throwing his emotionally exhausted, yet angry, body into his bed. He brought an arm to cover his eyes and laid still.
How the fuck would he bears to live with her for the next three months? He honestly did not know.
Wanna try to write something new. Whether or not I will continue is depend on your respond. It's going to be short though. And the end will be some surprised waiting. *_^