DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, I do not own any characters!!! I only own the plot!! I do not own "Inuyasha " either.

Blank Canvases/ 空のキヤンバス　

Chapter 1

A small pale fragile girl sat inside the play set at a park. Wearing nothing but a thin, off white t-shirt on the frosty night. Her dark brown hair matted with cycles from the freezing wind. 16 year old Rin Yazaki has been living on the streets since her mother died and her father abandoned her. Left without any money, she wasn't able to support herself. Evicted from her home with nowhere but the streets to turn to. She wasn't proud of how she had to make money to get her through the day. Sleeping with men for as much money they were willing to pay.

I was your average teenage girl, up until I became homeless. My mom died when I was 7. I lived with my dad after that. My mom died of cancer, and my dad blames himself for not being able to give her the proper treatment. My family wasn't rich, so we couldn't afford the radiation treatments. After my mom died, my dad slipped into depression. He couldn't face me, I reminded him too much of my mother. One day, when I was 14, I came home from school, my dad wasn't there. I thought nothing of it until I found the note he left me. It said how he couldn't take care of me any more. He couldn't take it without my mom being there. He left me with only enough money to last me a week. I never heard from him since. I had no money to pay the bills so I was evicted. I had no family to go to. So for the first time in my life I slept on the streets. Now I'm 16. I'm a junior in high school and making average grades. No one knows that I am homeless, that I have no parents, except one person. She is my best friend. I couldn't stay with her. Her mother wouldn't allow it and now she's away starting her own life. My life isn't perfect, but I wish it was. I know I don't have everything my classmates does, that makes me unhappy.

There are things I regret. Most of all, the fact that I have no money. In order for me to make money to last me a day, I have to do the most unforgivable thing in the whole world. I sell myself. Its degusting I know. But, I have no choice. I have to live. Shamefully. I always tell myself, maybe if I wasn't born, this wouldn't have happened. But fate I really weird. She wanted me to be born. She wanted me to find that one person in my life that would make the pain go away. Fate is really strange at getting what she wants. But she has good intentions. She gave me something I longed for. She gave me someone who cares and love me. Even though she went about it in the most unusual way. She gave me all I ever wanted. She gave me… my savior.

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A tall, broad shouldered man sat on a stool. A canvas with bright colored paint stood in front of him. A slender female stood on a podium. His hair tied by a blue ribbon at the nape of his neck. Wearing a red apron that contrasted his silver hair from his golden eyes. 24 year old Sesshomaru Watanabe has been painting ever since he could hold a pencil. Painting was a way in which he could express himself. Not the emotional type of person. Having said to be "cold hearted" by many in his profession. Graced with being born into wealth and power. Sesshomaru despised everyone, or so that is what people say.

I am like no other. I am Sesshomaru. I paint. Born into the Watanabe family, I wish I wasn't. Everyone says I am cold hearted. What do they know about me. Having everything I could ask for, but yet I yearn for more. My father, Inutaisho, owns nearly all of Japan. If he can have any woman in the world, why would he choose my wretched stepmother. Inuyasha, my half brother, is anywhere less than my father. They disgrace me. I dislike my models. They are nothing but worthless. I could have any woman in the world, but yet I feel empty. I feel incomplete.

Do you believe in fate? At first I didn't. I felt as if everything was handed to me on a silver platter. And why not, I am a Watanabe. But what I wanted and what fate gave me were two completely opposite things. I never wanted to fall in love. To have someone of my own to hold and cherish. I just wanted out. Out of everything that was handed to me. Out of life. But, fate is a tricky little bastard. Doing nothing with my life but painting, I was washing away. She taught me how to live again. She taught me how to love. And for that I have to thank fate, and its red strings.