A Lack of Color
Chapter One: This is Fact, Not Fiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. Obviously.
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He found her tasteless. In fact, there was little about her that he actually liked. From the way she wore her long hair –in messy curls that framed her pale face- down to the animal print pumps she had chosen to wear with her less then desirable black dress. However, it was he who had been unable to tear his gaze from her; this girl whose unmistakable aura continued to drive him in and drive him mad. She swayed on the dance floor as if no one was watching, her petite frame and voluptuous curves one would probably grasp while pumping from behind…not that he'd noticed. She wore too much makeup. If he looked close enough he could see the tiniest amount of red lipstick smeared on the corner of her soft lips.
It was revolting, he noted.
He took a drink from his withering beer, noticing that for a split second her gaze wandered in his direction. He would have felt smug had he not observed her doe eyes looking straight through him. It wasn't him that she noticed, in fact; it was probably no one at all. From the corner of his eye he could make out his brother, mingling with his wife and couldn't help the small twitch of agitation that pulled at his upper lip.
Even now he was unsure why he had agreed to this disaster Kagome called a double date. He supposed if he had turned it down he would never hear the end of it, and Inuyasha's nagging was worse than listening to this noise they called music. He took another drag from his cup only to receive a mouth full of air. He suppressed the urge to sigh. He stood to his weary feet, careful not to scuff the bottom of his very expensive shoes. In hindsight, this was probably not the place to be wearing them, but he was Sesshoumaru and Sesshoumaru always dressed in style. Detouring around a few tipsy women, he began his decent to the bar, absently looking for his "date". No sign of Kagura.
Caught up in his thoughts he barely registered the young woman, animal print pumps in hand, meandering through the crowd of people and straight into his person. It was a moment of shock before he reached out to steady the girl before she fell to the dirty ground. She took a moment to compose herself before pulling herself gently from her saviors grasp.
"I'm so sorry," she muttered softly, glancing up and directly into his golden eyes, which seemed to be narrowed at her in an obviously annoyed fashion. "Are you alright?"
The sound of her voice, though he imagined it to be grating on his ears, was in fact not so. It was indeed a nice reprieve from Kagura's harsh tone. It was a voice he wouldn't mind listening to more often but alas, the only thing he could find it in himself to say was, "hn" and she went on her way, alone, to the bar.
It didn't take him long to follow, keeping a safe distance. A few feet away she stood, leaning against the bar, long hair covering the cleavage her dress did not conceal and her pumps in the other hand. It was clear to him that she was somewhat of a free bird and all he gathered from that was how utterly opposite they were. He kept his eyes forward but he didn't miss the way the bartender called her by name. Rin; it fit her well. She grabbed her martini from the bar, tipping kindly before she was off to the dance floor again. He felt compelled to follow but rooted himself to the spot. The entire idea was ridiculous and he couldn't help the small sigh that escaped his lips as he ordered his second and last beer of the night.
By the time Sesshoumaru had finally worked up the nerve to find Rin again, she had found her dancing feet and a partner he couldn't help but recognize. Now, Sesshoumaru's company was large, employing thousands of people, but it was rare that a CEO crossed his path whose name he didn't know. And Bankotsu was exactly the type of man he expected to see in a place filled with drunken women. He was a womanizing bastard, with many other traits that Sesshoumaru despised such as his lack of loyalty and his terrible attitude toward others. So how did Rin end up with him as dancing partner?
He couldn't tear his gaze away from the two, especially when Bankotsu was rubbing against her and groping her ass in the most provocative way. It made him sick to his stomach. Still, he remained vexed and annoyed all at the same time. He hardly noticed when Inuyasha sat beside him, drink in hand. It was hard to find the apple of Sesshoumaru's eye, but once he spotted Bankotsu it all made sense. He was a cold hearted bastard that one, but what he did in his spare time was none of their concern.
"You're awfully worked up over a human bitch, Sesshoumaru," Inuyasha noted.
"Hn."
Inuyasha's grin only grew wider as he took another moment to examine the girl. She was quite beautiful, if not to petit for his liking. Her dark brown hair hung in curly shambles to the middle of her back and there was no mistaking those doe eyes. She was innocent, but definitely a tease and her outfit left little to the imagination. There was nothing about her that he could see Sesshoumaru going for, but something had him perplexed. He shrugged his shoulders, before standing to his feet once more.
"Kagome and I are leaving. I'd suggest doing the same."
Sesshoumaru remained impassive.
He wasn't sure how long he'd remained there, watching her. A disgusted look crossed his face as she smiled flirtatiously at Bankotsu, touching his arm gently, laughing mirthfully about something he'd said. He wasn't sure how long he'd remained behind, but when her brown eyes locked with his golden orbs and a thin, beautiful smile touched her lips, he knew he'd been caught red handed. Setting his nearly full glass down on the table, he left without a passing glance.
Tasteless indeed.
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Rin downed another shot, turning back to her charming dance partner. Had it not been for the picture now plastered with sweat to her breast she might have thought she had the wrong man. But it was him alright, down to the dimples on his cheeks. She reeled back a little to see him speaking with a red eyed woman. This wasn't their first encounter of the evening Rin took note and if circumstances were different she might have found herself slightly jealous. Bankotsu was a good looking guy. Perhaps not the golden eyed beauty she'd run into earlier, but good looking all the same. She smiled softly, considering the man from before. His eyes on her person, watching her every move; it was somewhat romantic if not a little creepy. If she didn't know better, and she didn't, she'd say he was slightly jealous of Bankotsu, but he didn't want to be Bankotsu. Not tonight. The red eyed beauty caught her glance, causing Rin to falter slightly, clinging to the bar. Those eyes were empty and those eyes held nothing but a cold dark abyss that promised a dark future and as quickly as they reached her person they left it.
Impossible as it seemed, Rin couldn't help but feel cast out. She toyed with the shot glass in front of her, trying to feign suspicion at all costs.
She smiled back at her sleekly dressed business man who was motioning for her to return to his side. Downing her last shot she obliged his request, her confidence back in full swing and an almost sadistic smile on her face.
And if he noticed it, surely he thought himself lucky.