Pasteries
By: Arthia Maxwell
Disclaimer: I don't own Sessy or Rin, or any of the Inuyasha crew, oh well.I'm trying something new. Please read and review and tell me what you think of it. Thanks a lot. And yes I know that the title has nothing to do with the story but I like pasteries, so there! ~sticks her tongue out at the evil readers~ Now read!
Rin sat on the ledge of the fountain in the main circle of the park, eating the half sandwich she had managed to buy with the money she had made from selling her pictures. The other half of the roast beef sandwich was for her street mate and friend, Kanna. Right that moment the strangely pale girl was washing windshields on 75th and Crossing. Rin watched the people milling around the park. Pulling out the old sketchpad she opened it to a clean page and took out her pen and began to draw a couple walking an Aussie sheep dog. She spent close attention to their intertwined hands. That was one thing she loved to draw. She looked longingly at the red long wool coat the raven haired man was wearing and wished she had a good coat for the cold. She and Kanna had to cuddle close at night to keep warm and even then it still wasn't enough. When she finished she carefully put the sketchpad back into her worn book bag.
Just then Kanna plopped down beside her. "Man, you wouldn't believe those jerks over on 75th. I washed all day and all I got was a lousy five bucks." Rin tore her eyes away from the happy couple to listen to her friend.
"Hey, it's five more then we have." She held out the sandwich to Kanna. "I got this for you." Kanna opened it and looked at the slightly larger then half a sandwich.
"You know girl you're going to kill yourself if you keep giving me the bigger half." With that observation done, Kanna chowed down happily on the sandwich and Rin turned back to the park, only to find the couple gone. Sighing she turned back to the problem they faced every night, where to sleep?
The two curled up under the tunnel walkway; they weren't the only ones there that night. Rin wrapped her arms tightly around her friend and put more of the newspapers over her. Just before Rin let the night take her she had a strange sense of foreboding.
The next morning Rin and Kanna shared a half-rotten banana then separated on their ways. Rin turned and looked at Kanna's retreating back, knowing but not that would be the last time she would ever see her alive.
The day grew later faster then it usually did even though it was nearing winter. Rin stood next to the fountain shifting from foot to foot. She could only get half sandwich, so she was planing to just tell Kanna that she had already eaten her's. However the park lights blinked on and the sun sunk below the horizon. Still there was no sign of Kanna. Just then Rin heard several voices shouting and then gunshots and screaming. Rin took off as fast as her feet would carry her just knowing that something was wrong. Deadly wrong.
When she got there she saw several men and a woman. They were heading out of the park right past her! She ducked low in the underbrush watching as they past. She slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from gasping out loud. The woman was..
Once they were out of sight, Rin ran for her friend, sirens could be heard coming. Rin surveyed the damage to Kanna. She had been shot twice, once in the chest and once in shoulder. Rin's eye welded up with tears. "Oh, Kanna." She whispered tears rolling down her face. Kanna looked up at her, her eyes slowly glazing over with death. Kanna reached a bloody hand up to lightly touch Rin's cheek.
"Take my journal, please." She said ending in coughing, little riverlits of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth. "Go! Get out of here! You can't be found here when the police arrive." Her eyes slowly closed. "Promise me something, Rin."
Rin leaned close to Kanna to be able to hear her. "What?"
"Get out of being street trash and become the cook you wanted. Then when you have your restaurant bake me a pastry." Her breath slowed and Rin held her hand tighter.
"I promise." Rin's voice trembled with her grief. She suddenly felt Kanna's hold loosen as she pasted on. The sirens were closer now and she could hear the police shouting. Frighten Rin dug through Kanna's bag, grabbed her thick journal, and turned.
"The journal, you idiot!" A woman's voice barked. Rin startled looked up just in time to find two of the masked men coming back. They stopped her about the same time she stood up to run. "You there stop! Give us that journal!" They began to run after her. Rin was lucky she was fast and nimble. She easily out ran them and hide herself under one of the bridges. Panting she dashed off for the homeless shelter for it was the only place that was safe that she could think of.
Rin ran inside not even noticing the woman that she had drawn in the park working in the kitchen. She pushed past everyone and threw herself into the farthest corner and cried herself to sleep, Kanna's journal held tight in her hands.
Kagome concerned for the girl that seemed to be upset told Kylara that she would be right back, and wiping her hands on her apron she made her way toward the girl. Finding her in the back, Kagome smiled slightly as she found the girl asleep. Pulling a blanket from a nearby rack she covered the girl's shoulders and went back to her work.
The next day Rin woke up only to find the shelter nearly empty. She stood quickly, the blanket falling to her feet unnoticed. She had to see. There was no way she couldn't. Running full tilt back toward the park she found the part were Kanna was killed was taped off. Surprised she pushed her way to the front of the crowd of reporters. She surveyed the scene. Kanna's body was gone, but there was a chalk outline from where she was and several CSIs were checking the scene over for clues. Once detective stood out among the others. He was tall with black hair pulled back into a ponytail at the back of his head. He was directing the forensic crews. She made one last sweep of the area and turned on her heel to find a job, at least she hoped.
It was two weeks later and Rin was still out on the streets, thinner then before and depressed. She had not found anyone willing to take her. However her luck was about to change. She was eating the free soup, hoping to regain feeling in her limbs again, when she overheard Kagome talking to Sango, who she had dragged along with her, about her husband's brother needing a cooking assistant. Rin's brain suddenly stopped working at the thought of being able to cook, or even help cook.
Rin held the newspaper in her hand as she walked down the street trying to find the right house. There was only one day for interviews. She had borrowed the shower at the shelter to clean up some, then she went out and bought a newspaper only to find out that the interviews were that day. And to top things off the bottom of her book bag fell out and she had to stop at the store's dumpster. She was lucky to find a battered messenger bag. She had to run after she switched bags to get to the right street, but now her only problem was finding the right house. She came up on what could only be called a mansion. The large white pillars stretched up two or three floors, the dull blue door was open and a woman in a maid's uniform stood in the doorway. Rin slowly approached the door, running her fingers through her shoulderblade length hair.
"Hello, are you here for the interviews?" The woman asked looking curiously at the young girl in front of her.
"Yes, this is the right place?"
"Yes, just inside and take a left. By the way my name is Yura." The woman smiled kindly at Rin. Although Yura's short hair made her look older Rin was sure the woman was a day over twenty-five, she could even be younger.
"My name's Rin." She reached out and took Yura's hand shaking firmly. With that Yura shooed Rin inside. Rin peeked into the first room she found and saw several beautiful women sitting and waiting. She sure hoped that this was the right room. She made her way in and sat down, head down cast. She sat away from the others and twisted her hands nervously.
Kagome looked around the room with discuss. She knew why any of those women were there; they just wanted to work for Sesshoumaru. After all he was the most prestigious lawyer in half the country. That's when her eyes spotted Rin. She felt as if she knew her, but she couldn't place a name to it. She had volunteered to help Sesshoumaru, but she was starting to get board. All these women were fake and for some reason she was dying for something sweet. Sighing she called in the next woman. Looking over her shoulder as the woman entered she could see Sesshoumaru getting tired and board as well, she would have to end this soon.
Rin sat there for an hour before it was finally her turn. She didn't notice that she was the only one left. She walked to Kagome, biting back her gasp at seeing the woman she drew from the park so close up.
"He's right in there." She smiled down at Rin and Rin grinned back bowing her head in thanks. Once Rin was inside the door shut soundly behind. Gulping she pulled out her resume, and seriously thought about throwing it away with how pathetic it looked. The only thing on there she was proud of was her name. She had used some of her artistic skills to make it look real nice, so it would stand out.
"Please have a seat." A deep voice commanded from across the oak desk. Rin sat down and looked up into the most handsome face she had ever seen. She wanted to draw him right then and there afraid that she might forget what he looked like.
"Hello, sir. My name is Rin." She said shakily holding out her resume. Sesshoumaru took it and looked it over. He was surprised at how little there was on it. She hadn't finished high school, and she hadn't even been to culinary school, yet here she was wanting a job. He couldn't help but wonder why.
"There's no phone number on here, how can I get a hold of you?" He asked smoothly, looking at her over the top of the paper.
"I'm between apartments right now, but I volunteer at the shelter on Main, you can call there." She said her voice trembling slightly. It's not that far from the truth, Rin thought.
"Hmm." Sesshoumaru read over the rest of her resume and was surprised to see that she was taught by Marie Le'Florence. He looked up at her and narrowed his eyes. "Is it true, that Marie Le'Florence taught you how to make pastries?"
"Yes, sir. She was my mother. She also taught me how to cook." Rin smiled and Sesshoumaru was shocked at how homely she looked right that moment. He wouldn't mind seeing her face like that more often, or just seeing her more often. He was also surprised to find out that her mother was the famous pastry maker.
"Do you have time to prove this?" He asked raising an eyebrow. Rin looked at him in shock. It wasn't like she wanted to return to the park that night anyway. Slowly nodding she agreed. Sesshoumaru stood and waltzed to the door opening it and shouting for Yura. She appeared in no time, bowing to Sesshoumaru. "Take Rin here to the kitchen and let the head chef know that she is to have anything she needs to make her pastries. Then I want you to come back here."
Grinning slightly, Yura nodded then turned to Rin. "Come on, Rin, I'll show ya to the kitchen." Rin nodded and followed her into the large kitchen. Rin smiled at seeing all the counter space. She just knew that her mother would kill for that much space.
"Whad d'is?" A large man with the traditional cook's uniform on, ground out spying Rin.
"This is Rin. She's here to cook some pastries for Sesshoumaru." Yura said then narrowed her eyes. "She's allowed to use anything she needs, and you stay away from her." With that said Yura turned and walked right out of the kitchen yelling for Rin to call her if she needed anything. Rin looked back at the cook.
By: Arthia Maxwell
Disclaimer: I don't own Sessy or Rin, or any of the Inuyasha crew, oh well.I'm trying something new. Please read and review and tell me what you think of it. Thanks a lot. And yes I know that the title has nothing to do with the story but I like pasteries, so there! ~sticks her tongue out at the evil readers~ Now read!
Rin sat on the ledge of the fountain in the main circle of the park, eating the half sandwich she had managed to buy with the money she had made from selling her pictures. The other half of the roast beef sandwich was for her street mate and friend, Kanna. Right that moment the strangely pale girl was washing windshields on 75th and Crossing. Rin watched the people milling around the park. Pulling out the old sketchpad she opened it to a clean page and took out her pen and began to draw a couple walking an Aussie sheep dog. She spent close attention to their intertwined hands. That was one thing she loved to draw. She looked longingly at the red long wool coat the raven haired man was wearing and wished she had a good coat for the cold. She and Kanna had to cuddle close at night to keep warm and even then it still wasn't enough. When she finished she carefully put the sketchpad back into her worn book bag.
Just then Kanna plopped down beside her. "Man, you wouldn't believe those jerks over on 75th. I washed all day and all I got was a lousy five bucks." Rin tore her eyes away from the happy couple to listen to her friend.
"Hey, it's five more then we have." She held out the sandwich to Kanna. "I got this for you." Kanna opened it and looked at the slightly larger then half a sandwich.
"You know girl you're going to kill yourself if you keep giving me the bigger half." With that observation done, Kanna chowed down happily on the sandwich and Rin turned back to the park, only to find the couple gone. Sighing she turned back to the problem they faced every night, where to sleep?
The two curled up under the tunnel walkway; they weren't the only ones there that night. Rin wrapped her arms tightly around her friend and put more of the newspapers over her. Just before Rin let the night take her she had a strange sense of foreboding.
The next morning Rin and Kanna shared a half-rotten banana then separated on their ways. Rin turned and looked at Kanna's retreating back, knowing but not that would be the last time she would ever see her alive.
The day grew later faster then it usually did even though it was nearing winter. Rin stood next to the fountain shifting from foot to foot. She could only get half sandwich, so she was planing to just tell Kanna that she had already eaten her's. However the park lights blinked on and the sun sunk below the horizon. Still there was no sign of Kanna. Just then Rin heard several voices shouting and then gunshots and screaming. Rin took off as fast as her feet would carry her just knowing that something was wrong. Deadly wrong.
When she got there she saw several men and a woman. They were heading out of the park right past her! She ducked low in the underbrush watching as they past. She slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from gasping out loud. The woman was..
Once they were out of sight, Rin ran for her friend, sirens could be heard coming. Rin surveyed the damage to Kanna. She had been shot twice, once in the chest and once in shoulder. Rin's eye welded up with tears. "Oh, Kanna." She whispered tears rolling down her face. Kanna looked up at her, her eyes slowly glazing over with death. Kanna reached a bloody hand up to lightly touch Rin's cheek.
"Take my journal, please." She said ending in coughing, little riverlits of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth. "Go! Get out of here! You can't be found here when the police arrive." Her eyes slowly closed. "Promise me something, Rin."
Rin leaned close to Kanna to be able to hear her. "What?"
"Get out of being street trash and become the cook you wanted. Then when you have your restaurant bake me a pastry." Her breath slowed and Rin held her hand tighter.
"I promise." Rin's voice trembled with her grief. She suddenly felt Kanna's hold loosen as she pasted on. The sirens were closer now and she could hear the police shouting. Frighten Rin dug through Kanna's bag, grabbed her thick journal, and turned.
"The journal, you idiot!" A woman's voice barked. Rin startled looked up just in time to find two of the masked men coming back. They stopped her about the same time she stood up to run. "You there stop! Give us that journal!" They began to run after her. Rin was lucky she was fast and nimble. She easily out ran them and hide herself under one of the bridges. Panting she dashed off for the homeless shelter for it was the only place that was safe that she could think of.
Rin ran inside not even noticing the woman that she had drawn in the park working in the kitchen. She pushed past everyone and threw herself into the farthest corner and cried herself to sleep, Kanna's journal held tight in her hands.
Kagome concerned for the girl that seemed to be upset told Kylara that she would be right back, and wiping her hands on her apron she made her way toward the girl. Finding her in the back, Kagome smiled slightly as she found the girl asleep. Pulling a blanket from a nearby rack she covered the girl's shoulders and went back to her work.
The next day Rin woke up only to find the shelter nearly empty. She stood quickly, the blanket falling to her feet unnoticed. She had to see. There was no way she couldn't. Running full tilt back toward the park she found the part were Kanna was killed was taped off. Surprised she pushed her way to the front of the crowd of reporters. She surveyed the scene. Kanna's body was gone, but there was a chalk outline from where she was and several CSIs were checking the scene over for clues. Once detective stood out among the others. He was tall with black hair pulled back into a ponytail at the back of his head. He was directing the forensic crews. She made one last sweep of the area and turned on her heel to find a job, at least she hoped.
It was two weeks later and Rin was still out on the streets, thinner then before and depressed. She had not found anyone willing to take her. However her luck was about to change. She was eating the free soup, hoping to regain feeling in her limbs again, when she overheard Kagome talking to Sango, who she had dragged along with her, about her husband's brother needing a cooking assistant. Rin's brain suddenly stopped working at the thought of being able to cook, or even help cook.
Rin held the newspaper in her hand as she walked down the street trying to find the right house. There was only one day for interviews. She had borrowed the shower at the shelter to clean up some, then she went out and bought a newspaper only to find out that the interviews were that day. And to top things off the bottom of her book bag fell out and she had to stop at the store's dumpster. She was lucky to find a battered messenger bag. She had to run after she switched bags to get to the right street, but now her only problem was finding the right house. She came up on what could only be called a mansion. The large white pillars stretched up two or three floors, the dull blue door was open and a woman in a maid's uniform stood in the doorway. Rin slowly approached the door, running her fingers through her shoulderblade length hair.
"Hello, are you here for the interviews?" The woman asked looking curiously at the young girl in front of her.
"Yes, this is the right place?"
"Yes, just inside and take a left. By the way my name is Yura." The woman smiled kindly at Rin. Although Yura's short hair made her look older Rin was sure the woman was a day over twenty-five, she could even be younger.
"My name's Rin." She reached out and took Yura's hand shaking firmly. With that Yura shooed Rin inside. Rin peeked into the first room she found and saw several beautiful women sitting and waiting. She sure hoped that this was the right room. She made her way in and sat down, head down cast. She sat away from the others and twisted her hands nervously.
Kagome looked around the room with discuss. She knew why any of those women were there; they just wanted to work for Sesshoumaru. After all he was the most prestigious lawyer in half the country. That's when her eyes spotted Rin. She felt as if she knew her, but she couldn't place a name to it. She had volunteered to help Sesshoumaru, but she was starting to get board. All these women were fake and for some reason she was dying for something sweet. Sighing she called in the next woman. Looking over her shoulder as the woman entered she could see Sesshoumaru getting tired and board as well, she would have to end this soon.
Rin sat there for an hour before it was finally her turn. She didn't notice that she was the only one left. She walked to Kagome, biting back her gasp at seeing the woman she drew from the park so close up.
"He's right in there." She smiled down at Rin and Rin grinned back bowing her head in thanks. Once Rin was inside the door shut soundly behind. Gulping she pulled out her resume, and seriously thought about throwing it away with how pathetic it looked. The only thing on there she was proud of was her name. She had used some of her artistic skills to make it look real nice, so it would stand out.
"Please have a seat." A deep voice commanded from across the oak desk. Rin sat down and looked up into the most handsome face she had ever seen. She wanted to draw him right then and there afraid that she might forget what he looked like.
"Hello, sir. My name is Rin." She said shakily holding out her resume. Sesshoumaru took it and looked it over. He was surprised at how little there was on it. She hadn't finished high school, and she hadn't even been to culinary school, yet here she was wanting a job. He couldn't help but wonder why.
"There's no phone number on here, how can I get a hold of you?" He asked smoothly, looking at her over the top of the paper.
"I'm between apartments right now, but I volunteer at the shelter on Main, you can call there." She said her voice trembling slightly. It's not that far from the truth, Rin thought.
"Hmm." Sesshoumaru read over the rest of her resume and was surprised to see that she was taught by Marie Le'Florence. He looked up at her and narrowed his eyes. "Is it true, that Marie Le'Florence taught you how to make pastries?"
"Yes, sir. She was my mother. She also taught me how to cook." Rin smiled and Sesshoumaru was shocked at how homely she looked right that moment. He wouldn't mind seeing her face like that more often, or just seeing her more often. He was also surprised to find out that her mother was the famous pastry maker.
"Do you have time to prove this?" He asked raising an eyebrow. Rin looked at him in shock. It wasn't like she wanted to return to the park that night anyway. Slowly nodding she agreed. Sesshoumaru stood and waltzed to the door opening it and shouting for Yura. She appeared in no time, bowing to Sesshoumaru. "Take Rin here to the kitchen and let the head chef know that she is to have anything she needs to make her pastries. Then I want you to come back here."
Grinning slightly, Yura nodded then turned to Rin. "Come on, Rin, I'll show ya to the kitchen." Rin nodded and followed her into the large kitchen. Rin smiled at seeing all the counter space. She just knew that her mother would kill for that much space.
"Whad d'is?" A large man with the traditional cook's uniform on, ground out spying Rin.
"This is Rin. She's here to cook some pastries for Sesshoumaru." Yura said then narrowed her eyes. "She's allowed to use anything she needs, and you stay away from her." With that said Yura turned and walked right out of the kitchen yelling for Rin to call her if she needed anything. Rin looked back at the cook.