I've been toying with this idea for a while now. Tell me how you like it and I'll get the next chapter up as soon as I can. Sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes.

P.S. This will be a dark romance. If you can't handle dark then I suggest you kindly don't read.

PROLOGUE: He Found Me

"Rin, order up!"

Hiro calls out to me, placing the bowl of pipping hot ramen on the counter for me to grab and deliver to the eager waiting customers. Hiro's small family owned ramen shop has been in this very small village for over fifty years now.

"Hai"

I call back over to Hiro, who just watched me with soft, and gentle brown eyes. I wish he would stop looking at me like that. Guilt slammed into my heart every time he did. It just wouldn't be fair to him. He grins at me, his soft brown eyes looking to me with unhidden adoration. I wish he would just give up already. I was a lost cause. He was an amazing man, honest, hardworking and kind, I'm grateful to have him as a dear friend. The local girls were crazy about him, but I just couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to him because of me and the nightmares of my past.

I could never truly belong to anyone again, I wouldn't let him suffer for the sins of my past. He was a good guy, and he deserved a girl who give him her all, not just broken and shattered pieces of a heart that was once whole.

Walking over to the awaiting customers, I present the two bowls of ramen and laughed as they cooed and awed at the dishes. They were foreign, but spoke Japanese well and fluently.

"Please enjoy" I laughed, delighted in their excitement before bowing politely at their gratitude.

Moving quickly to clear the table behind me of dirty dishes, I failed to notice the sudden deathly silence that overtook the usual light buzz of the restaurant.

"Hey Hiro do you think-" my words dying in my throat as my wide eyes took in HIS dark clad figure. He stood at the small entrance of the restaurant, his tall and menacing aura suffocating anyone and everything in its path. He was as deadly and powerful as the first day I laid my eyes on him.

The demonic golden eyes that once entranced me, hid behind black designer shades of the highest quality. An all black tailored suite fitted to perfection on his tall and broad frame. His swords lay at his side as they always did, waiting to be unsheathed for their taste of blood. No doubt it was my blood that they now craved.

My body began to betray me, and my legs began to tremble in sheer terror as his clawed hand moved to remove his shades slowly, prolonging my torment of meeting his gaze. He was always a master in the arts of torture. He tortured my heart and mind enough for me to be a veteran in understanding the sadistic ways of his dark mind.

My heartbeat was no longer in my chest, the violent rhythm was all I could hear in my burning ears. The deafening crash of the plates shattering at my feet was a distant buzz in my ears, as my body was rendered motionless and pinned still by his deadly gaze.

A slow, cruel, sinister smile began to grow on his angelic face, his amber eyes swirled dangerously with tints of red bleeding in and out, as his smile grew, so did his canines that poked out from his full upper lip.

He stepped closer, his movement graceful and controlled, unlike the battle I saw raging in his eyes, a battle that he was losing to his beast.

My breathing was erratic, and I felt as if my world was spinning on its axis. His smile grew wider as he stepped closer, reveling in the violent trembling of my body, pleased at the terror that gripped my soul. He could smell the horror, I knew he could. The proof was in his twisted demented smile.

He stopped in front of me, pulling my chin up with one lone sharp claw. I was drowning in his aura, the saltiness of tears coating my trembling lips as I struggled in vain to find the words to speak to him.

Sesshomaru.

He found me.

After these last three years of being careful and meticulous with everything I did, where I went, and who I spoke to.

He found me.

My careful and limited contact with my sisters, my mother and Kagome. We were always careful. Following a strict way of communicating with one and another. I was never sloppy in anything I did. How?

He found me.

I stared into the raging eyes of the tormentor of my hearts ache. The eyes of the monster that I once adored. Eyes that saw right through me, eyes that knew the secrets of my soul.

"Rin" he purred softly, seductively and calmly.

The sound of his deep voice reminding me cruelly of how it once was between us. The naiveté of foolish school girl that thought he hung the very moon in the sky. A prince that had come to rescue me from my loneliness.

His claws began a sensual assault on my face, tracing over my cheeks sweetly like a lover to his sweetheart. I closed my eyes to the mocking sensations, unable to stand to look into his eyes any longer. Slowly his claws continued their path down to my neck, his large hand curling around my throat gently, claws raking against my skin.

Three years. It's been three years since I ran away from him.

It's been three years since I ran away from the most powerful man in all of Japan. The unrivaled, cold blooded and unmatched leader of the gruesome and bloody underworld of Japan.

He was the most powerful man in all of the Yakuza. The organization he lead was the most influential, respected and feared. He was the ultimate alpha and unchallenged when it came to controlling both the demons and humans of that dark world. A world a slowly found myself wrapped up in the moment I became his. I trusted him with the heart of an innocent young girl. And he broke it betraying my trust, breaking the dreams of that young girl, tearing them completely apart.

His commands were obeyed without question, his name uttered with both fear and reverence. The man who could change the laws of the country with the snap of his fingers.

And I ran from him.

"Rin" he said softly again, and I opened my eyes, his controlled voice betraying his almost now blood red eyes.

His fingers delicately wrapped around my neck as he applied slight pressure, his intention clear.

The crimson of his eyes watching me closely, reading my every movement.

"Tell me my sweet little wife, why shouldn't I end your life right here" he paused, as his free hand began to stroke my face tenderly "right now". The pressure on my throat increased.

The only thing I could do was look into the bloody eyes of the man I once adored and answer him truthfully.

"I'm surprised dear husband" I smile lovingly at him, finally finding my voice.

"Would you actually kill the mother of your children?"