Chapter One:

*BUZZ*BUZZ*BUZZ*BUZZ*

A loud thud shook the TV tray that served as her makeshift nightstand as she silenced the alarm clock's annoying persistence. With a deep inhale of stale morning air, Rin pushed herself to sit up in her bed. She looked at the time to see 5:16 glowing in a bold blue color that broke through the darkness of the room.

The sun isn't even up yet, but I am… How unfair is this… she thought to herself.

"It's so fucking early. UGH!" She let out an exasperated sigh. Mornings were not something she got along with. Cussing to herself somehow made it so much better. She wasn't one to drop such unpleasantries allowed often, but they were regular word enhancers in her inner thoughts. Saying them allowed to herself when she was alone made her feel stronger so to speak, though divulging that secret was so lame, she never even would acknowledge it. She laughed to herself.

Her Blackberry started to buzz loudly, sending pulses through her bed when she reached over to see a BBM from one of her best friends, Kagome. It was sound clip of Kagome singing:

"Good MORNING! Wake up, wake up, it's a beautiful day!" Dear Kami, Kagome, must you be so cheerful this early in the morning Rin thought before taking a picture of herself with a death look on her face to express her less than enthused opinion of the morning.

After hitting send, she got out of bed and walked over to her closet to find what to wear. Despite her groggy anger towards the A.M., she was very excited about the day. It was the first day of college and she couldn't wait to see what new people and perspective the day had to offer as she transitioned into the next stage of her life. She decided on dark skinny jeans and a black tank top. She was never one to go all out on the first day in fear of overdoing it like most girls. She assumed she would be ridiculed from Kagome and Sango, but she didn't care. She wanted to be comfortable. She tossed her selected outfit on the bed and turned to walk down the hall of her small, one-bedroom apartment to her bathroom to take a shower.

She turned on the faucet and stepped into the soothing, warm flow of water that surged down to wash away yesterday and prepare her for her day ahead. After the relaxation of her shower sank in, she zoned out and began to think about the past couple of months.

She was working three jobs now to pay for her apartment. She worked so hard throughout high school to get a scholarship to pay for college, but unfortunately it didn't pay for room and board, only tuition. She was attending one of the most prestigious schools in the country, Kwame University. It was one of the only colleges to accept humans and demons, but only the best and the brightest got accepted. She was so relieved when she, Kagome, Sango, and Sango's twin brother, Kohaku, all got in. It was going to make everything so much easier. In ninth grade, her parents were killed in a car accident. They both died on impact. She was forced to live with her distant uncle, Naraku. He was the meanest and most violent drunk imaginable. She worked to pay their bills and fuel his alcoholism with the punishment for lacking to do so being severe beatings. She hated him but could do nothing about getting away from him until now. She was finally 18, and he couldn't touch her. She worked three jobs now in order to pay for her independence. Her first job that she had been employed through for three years was a cashier position at a local grocery store, Sama Good Food. She loved working there, but it wasn't enough to make rent so she found a second job a year later. She'd been working for two year as a barista and now was the Assistant Manger of a local café, Dough Joes. Both of her jobs were great and she worked whenever should could get shifts. With Naraku taking most of her money, she could only save a little here and there, so when it came time to finally move away, she still didn't have enough to pay two months rent and the deposit required to get her apartment. She had one passion and that was dancing. She had been dancing at a local studio under Mistress Kaede for ten years, and earlier that summer a local club owner came to scout out some talent to dance at his club for two or three nights a week. She had been reluctant at first, imagining a cabaret of some sort but the club owner, Mr. Nagasaki explained it better. She would be a Go-Go dancer at the club OK and would never have to take any clothes off as well as he had the best security to prevent any lunatics from touching any of the girls. She finally accepted the position realizing that she needed the money and wasn't going to find another better paying job with the same little amount of hours.

Snapping back to reality as she realized she wouldn't have time to do her hair if she didn't get a move on it, she stepped out of the shower and turned it before heading to the sink to wash her face, brush her teeth, and blow-dry her hair. She put on a little bit of make-up (she didn't need much) and headed back to her room to get dressed. She threw the towel in the dirty clothes hamper behind her door and got out her underwear and bra. She only wore two types of underwear: lacy thongs and boy shorts that let the bottom of her ass peek out. Even though no man had ever or would ever see them, they made her feel sexy. She got dressed before packing some dance clothes and shoes into her dance bag. Grabbing a oversized sweatshirt with the neckline cut out as she swung, she swung her dance bag over her head to hang across her body and grabbed her phone off of the bed. She walked out to her living room and sighed as she stared into her kitchen longing for there the food in the fridge. She knew there wasn't though as she attempted to silence the roar of her empty stomach that reminded herself of Mufasa. This thought made her giggle as she grabbed her keys for the hook and left, locking the door behind her.

She got halfway to the elevator before realizing she never grabbed her actual school bag and turned around to retrieve it when she ran straight into the most breathtaking man she had ever laid eyes on.

He was a foot taller than her with a body that made her knees melt. His long white hair fell down his back like beams of moonlight. His golden eyes shined before turning themselves into a cold, stoic expression. As she noticed the deep purple stripes the came to a point on both cheeks and the crescent shape on his forehead, she realized she was just standing there staring at him. Quickly she snapped back into reality.

"I'm so sorry. Excuse me." She let out trying not to reveal how embarrassed she was as she brushed past him. His only response was a slight "Hn." She was mortified. She reached my door as a hanyou with remarkable similar feature to the strange youkai she had just encountered, a very attractive human, and a wolf demon strolled past and towards him calling him to wait up.

"Sesshomaru, slow down, school isn't going anywhere." The hanyou yelled.

"If you want a ride, little brother, don't take forever deciding what to wear." The other two guys busted out laughing at the sibling rilvary.

So his name's Sesshomaru, she thought before quickly grabbing her backpack, throwing it over her shoulder, and heading to take the stairs. Five flights would be much easy down than up and she was too embarrassed to make them hold the elevator.