Eat You Up Chapter 1: E, an inuyasha fanfic

Eat You Up

Summary:

She's fierce, a respected Yakuza member. And yet forced to stay behind, playing nurse for an arrogant inuyoukai? With someone trying to kill her and being suddenly 'imprinted'- Rin doesn't what's worse: forced to love Sesshoumaru, or being assassinated.

A baby soft, piano keyed lullaby, pattered through my head as rain began to splatter onto my face. Like a sad funeral song. My thick eyelashes fluttered slowly in response. I pulled back the hair from my face, the thick tresses tangling in my fingers. I let out a strangled sigh, emotion thick in my throat. My hands captured my eyes. Thick matted blood clung to the young creases of my palms. I laughed pathetically, with frustration and self-pity.

Why?

"Finally learning your place, you blind whore?"

My opaque eyes flickered up to the voice. Even from my seat, I could tell she was taller than she appeared on television. Her dark, ruby eyes, glittered with obvious macabre. Thin, stringy hair fell from her crown, the rain dripping off and onto my pale face. Her blunt industrial sword in her demonic hands twinkled with my human blood. Fierce shots of pain continuously exploded from my stomach. My bloodied hands held my abdomen, where a blade had carved its way through, leaving a gaping hole. It was obvious I wasn't lucky twice. I wouldn't survive this time.

But, as I stared up into those slut's eyes, my own glaring back at her, I wondered if I was going to go down this way? Instantaneously, my body responded angrily, jerking my lifeless legs—

My heart stuttered into a bizarre strangled pulse.

I could barely gasp.

One after another, pain like heavy hammers, punched my dying heart. I cried out in agonizing torture, my fingers fisting at the leather over my heart. Another drum-like pulse hit my ribcage, hard. I fell onto my front, my head cracked against the asphalt. Once more, not even a millisecond after the second, a more gut-wrenching feeling ripped inside me. This one had my lips and teeth scraping against the cement, as I screamed in blinding white-hot agony.

If someone said, this is how an orphaned girl, was going to die—I would've punched them in the face. But, if that someone had continued on to say, that the last name I spoke, would be his.. I would've slaughtered them. Even with my sore-throat, convulsing body, hole in my stomach, and lachrymose soaked lips, I managed to fulfill one last bloody cry. One last devastated word; I swore to never again repeat.

"SESSHOMARU!"

Three weeks, prior.

Even on the dark, twisted road, where the Oosaka city lights didn't glow so fiercely, a charcoal motorcycle stood out like the center of Tokyo. Leaning dangerously low to the flickering pavement, the machine rushed around the large curve in the road, and punched faster when the asphalt straightened. Thin feminine hands gripped the handlebars of the custom-made MV Agusta F4 RR, giddily pressing the bike to its unreachable limits. The remarkable motorcycle began to decrease its power, when a massive mansion appeared between the vast bamboo forest. The headlights glinted off metal bars ahead, at the thick wrought-iron gate in front of the driveway to the home.

The bike came to a rumbling stop at the entrance, and two black shoes stepped on the crushed gravel of the driveway. A black box to the top left flickered, and then a face appeared on the expensive screen. A pair of eyes peered down at the girl, whose helmet was securely in place.

"State your business." The electronic crackled.

I gave a huff of annoyance, before answering.

"Shippou, if you don't let me in, I swear that I will run over your stupid, precious dvd, that you made me buy—"

The screen blew a raspberry.

Angrily, a thin plastic case was thrown at the screen, and it fluttered to the ground noisily. There was a buzzing, the locks releasing, and the extravagant gates swished open. However, the screen's voice continued to buzz on.

".. Is that the Horton Hears a Who dvd?" It questioned to itself.

I could barely hear the voice behind me, the thick machine drowning out the sound. Speeding up the long driveway, bamboo shoots zipping past in a blur, my fingers relaxed their grip as the cul-de-sac focused through the tinted helmet glass. Too frustrated to care where to park, I let the bike fall silent next to the stone steps of the mansion. The headlights died, the key was turned and taken out, and the bike tilted as the kickstand hit the earth. Unstraddling the bike I sighed deeply, before undoing the helmet safety precautions. The helmet slid off, and my pair of opaque eyes fluttered in the cool breeze, along with my long black hair.

Stretching a little as I moved, my feet found the large stone entrance steps. Eagerly taking two at a time, I reached the wooden doors, and flung them open. Setting my gear on the black love-seat in the entrance, my fingers were unzipping the leather jacket when a woman suddenly appeared.

Screaming in shock, which died slowly in embarrassment, I unclenched my tense heart.

"Kag's, don't do that!"

Two impatient eyes leered at me, which made me feel nervous.. Reaching into the plastic grocery bag on the small sectional, I timidly handed the girl a package. Instantaneously, a large grin spread across her face.

"Oh, steamed buns! Thank you, Rin!" The pregnant woman beamed, eying the half-thawed package happily.

"Fuck, I never thought the Yakuza family house would be brought down, by a pregnant woman at the least." A male voice concurred.

Kagome, turned furiously towards the man, rage glittering madly in her grey eyes. We all tensed, waiting for the maternal woman to strike. Instead of slaughtering the annoyingly innocent, Kagome shook the package in front of the inu youkai.

"At least someone around here can actually satisfy me."

The youkai spluttered, red splashing onto his chagrin expression, which I relished with self-fulfilling humor. Kagome walked away, humming to herself. The distressed man turned to me.

"I was asleep!" He growled hysterically, before leaving to find his currently satisfied mate.

After the married couple had left, my lips cracked an amused smile. Trying to keep my laughter quiet, I continued to proceed into the modern castle. The clicking of my shoes echoed softly in the corridor, which alerted another being. A graceful woman exited a room up ahead. The familiar figure warmed my erratic emotions, taking away the day's frustrations.

"Izayoi."

The immortal human woman walked up, her softly curled black hair bouncing gently as she walked.

"I'm glad you're back. I take it then, from the disappearance of smashing dishes, Kagome-chan got her snack?"

My eyes widened, "She broke dishes this time?"

Izayoi, Inuyasha's human mother, laughed, waving her hand as if it was nothing.

"I remember, when InuTashio couldn't find any onigiri (let alone make some) back in New York City, 1902. So, I burnt all his pants." The woman tittered. "There's a reason why all the fireplaces here, are gas or electric." She continued; her eyes glassy with memories.

"Takamira!"

We both turned towards the voice— a teenager-appearing fox youkai was making his way towards us. My face automatically glowered at the boy, who was grasping a six pack of Asahi beer and a bowl of popcorn. Izayoi's eyes glistened at the buttery treat.

"What?" I snapped.

"Cranky, are we?" The fox youkai muttered. "Where are the dvds?"

"I won't repeat myself, Shippou."

Green, almond shaped pupils, widened, and his food dropped from his grasp. Izayoi snatched a piece of falling popcorn. She popped it into her mouth wistfully. The popcorn bowl hit the ground with a clunk, but most of the pieces stayed grouped in the plastic container.

"You didn't!" He cried out.

"Shippou." I growled, "You made me go into a grocery store, for a fucking movie. I spent an hour looking for the damn thing, and another in the huge line ups!"

"But I hacked into their security cameras, the place was almost empty—"

"That was eleven this morning! I was there at five in the evening, the busiest time for stores, since that's when normal people are done their normal jobs!"

"What movies did you get?" The mother questioned, breaking the argument.

Another voice echoed the hallway behind them, followed by the clinking sound of car keys.

"Well, Lady Takahashi, she bought 'Horton Hears a Who', and 'The Dark Knight'."

Our formed trio turned to face a tall human man. He had buzz-cut black hair, dirt brown eyes, and a sugary sweet smile that had me wishing I wasn't wearing skinny jeans. However, much to my immense pleasure, a woman walked out from around the corner. Long chocolate brown hair that was usually pulled into ponytail, curved into a hasty messy-bun around her head. The brunette quirked at eyebrow at the dvds in the guy's hands.

"Yeah, and we found them outside the gate.." She spoke curiously.

"Sango, you mean you did, when we were pressed up against the—"

Sango's palm ricocheted against the guy's face, leaving his cheek supporting a similar shade to Inuyasha's blood-red Koenigsegg CCR car. I tried to muffle my loud peals of laughter. A small vibration tingled within my jeans front pocket, making me squirm as it tickled me. Sango's perverted husband, whose eyebrows rose at the phone's noise, had another thing coming at him. Ignoring the woman's violence, I flipped open the cell phone— dully noting the name 'Asami' on the glowing screen.

"Moshi moshi."

"Rinny!"

My lips twitched into a smile, "I take it we're going out tonight, not tomorrow?"

"Gomen, Rinny! My university professor sprung a calculus exam—!"

"It's fine, Asami— same beginning place as usual?"

"I owe you a blue electric mix!"

Snapping the phone shut, I became well-aware of a lecherous smile burning a hole though my head. I didn't bother turning.

"You're not coming, Miroku." I deducted.

"Aw, Miss Rin—"

"Miss Rin, is going to be having fun, while you, Miroku, are going to help me!" Boomed another male voice, "Kagome lost her box of almond Pocky, and since I actually ate it, you need to help me buy some—"

Inuyasha entered the growing crowd, his hair mussed, and golden eyes frantic. Miroku turned to his friend, uncertainty flickering on his face..

Ah, poor Inu, Kagome's such a slave driver.. I thought, before my frown turned masochistic. Nah.

I raced up the nearest stairs, my feet thundering against the floorboards. Upon flinging open my bedroom door, tugging off my shirt, and replacing it with a glittery top; I barely managed to make it out the door before Inuyasha did. Record time again, I almost pumped my fist into the arm with amusing self-victory. Dashing past the youkai dragging Miroku, my motorcycle's keys dangling from my fingertips, I jumped onto my bike and sped down the driveway. It felt oddly breezy, as I neared the slowly-opening gates. Patting my head with my free hand, I realized I forgot my helmet. I shrugged, as I managed to squeeze through the gates, without decreasing my speedometer. I liked to speed. And my numerous speeding tickets, recorded with all fake ID's, were proof of that.

Being in a Yakuza had its many perks.

Grinding down the accelerator, my machine jerked forward. As the vacant road connected with a nearly packed occupant highway, I barely took note of the red stop sign. I eagerly streamed through the noisy traffic, some angrily honking at me, pushing my motorcycle to its unfathomable limit. I shot past a moving police car, whose siren only flashed for a moment, before hanging up the idea of catching me. Ducking lower behind the bike's small windshield, I grinned with intoxicating satisfaction.

I exited the lane, and began my way to the Shinsaibashi district. I could barely concentrate on the stuttering traffic in the area, aching to taste that favorite blue drink of mine. Every week, Asami, I, and a few others, would go hard-core clubbing. We usually started at the club Ozone, and then continue on to others. As my vision became hazier, my cash flow began to send out warning signals for an ATM. I wasn't an alcoholic, but I craved dancing clubs like no other. Especially after a harsh week of Yakuza duties.

Asami was oblivious about my other demanding lifestyle and I didn't want her to ever know. She was my first high school friend, to accept me after being hospitalized— A haunting memory fought its way through.

My foot stepped over a thickly stained area of blood.

I began to shake, my hand almost loosing its grip on the house keys. Each step, every floorboard that creaked, sent a thick knife through my chest. I wished to not believe it. This had to be happening to someone else, not me, not the Takamira family.

My eyes gazed at the corner of the wall. Two more steps and I'd be in the living room.

I lifted one foot, blood from the floor collecting in its groves, and then moved the other. I should've known better— my cinnamon eyes locked onto the living room scene. It felt like I jumped off a cliff, the sickening feeling of the drop, filling ever section, pore, in my body with horror. I screamed, the blood-curdling noise widening my eyes in terror. There were body parts everywhere, thrown across every section of our western-style furniture. It wasn't the fact my mother's tattered arm dangled off the television, my little brother's bloody torso was propped up on the table, but my father's eye-less head, and that haunting smile on his face.

And that deep cut that rose from his lips, across his eyelids and over his ears—

FUCK!

I slammed on the brakes, turning rapidly to stop my bike— before it collided with a gigantic crowd in the middle of the street. My heart was roaring like blades on a helicopter, and going about so fiercely, my ears filled with an echoing ring.

I didn't want to remember that day. Or the pictures of my family's torso's thrown across our house, or remember my fifteen year-old screams alerting the neighborhood, even still hear the murder that still lurked inside, that bolted from the house.. but, not before slicing a blade across my head, the metal carving against my once chocolate brown eyes.

My murky eyes flashed open.

Police sirens crying, had jerked me from my seat, and I wondered if the timid car had actually followed me. Disbelief dropped my curious expression, as I realized why there was a much larger than normal crowd on the cross walk. Line, after line, after line, of thick golden police tape, wound itself around a large area— club Ozone.

Asami.

People, some wearing normal clothes, others wearing flirtatious slips, and even a few had a drink in their hands, surrounded the tape. The whispering was like a bee hive, and I quickly parked my bike, frantic to know what was going on— but I didn't even have to move an inch. Even from my distance, I couldn't help the gasp of surprise.. and horror. Between the crowded figures, a person was lying deathly still on the ambulance stretcher. Not just any mere Japanese woman, but one that had a similar hair cut to mine— the same shaped glossy lips— cloned aqua blue sequin shirt— and frightening twin-like facial structure.

The only thing we didn't share in common, was the large bullet hole between her closed eyes.

Unresponsively, I felt the vibration from my phone. My distant eyes gazed at my bulging pocket in a trance, and then slowly reeled back to the news scene. Only to meet a pair of dark eyes. A spark ignited in my head, as the man stared at me. I didn't need to be a gang member, to know that this guy was bad. My hand twitched, my mind stretched between reaching for the sheathed knife at my ankle, and my black motorcycle a foot away.

His gun clicked loudly.

I spun on my heel, mounted the machine, and turned the keys. Curving away from my spot, speedometer pointing at high numbers, the wheels screeched as smoke rose from the back tire. I gunned the engine, swearing heavily under my breath, as the Osaka city lights swirled past my eyes.

An engine revved behind me, and with a sharp glance in my side mirror, I knew it wasn't a pushy tourist. Shit. I took a sharp turn to the next lane, and fucking booked it down the highway. The harsh wind in my face, began to make my misty eyes sting. The hell-bent driver's engine became louder.. Advancing closer to me, I knew I only had three options. I could take the exit up ahead, and try to loose him in the busy school district. Two, the knife could be thrown at the driver, assassinating him, and his pretty car would smash into oncoming traffic. Three, I could jump the railing of the over-pass we were speeding on, and take the highway below back to the Yakuza mansion. However, I could fatally break my bike and a few bones. A gun shot whistled through the night, shattering my side mirror. My milky eyes narrowed.

Three.

Recklessly turning my handlebars, a sharp 90 degree angle, I drove into the metal fence surrounding the road. With a sharp trilling nails-on-chalkboard screech, my precious bike and I flipped over the rails. It was a good thing I was better at mathematics than Asami. I calculated the landing, tires still burning feverously, and hit the pavement upright. A dizzy head wasn't the only thing I received in the fall. The bastard had managed to hit me. A painful shot above my left shoulder, burned like a blistering cattle-iron.

My cell phone in my pocket, protested against my jeans. Angrily I snatched it from its constraints, and pushed the 'talk' button.

"What?" I snarled.

"R—Rin? What's with you— whatever, anyway, don't come home!"

My eyebrows crunched together, what the?

"Kagome, I've just been shot!" I growled, "I sure as hell am coming home!"

"No!—"

"Look, Kag's, whatever it is, I can handle! But listen, something's going on!"

"Rin— no.. homaru.. jured.. in!"

Before I could question the fuzzy sentence, I barely noticed I was headed toward a pair of bright twin lights. Screaming, I let go of the phone, and jerked the motorcycle back to its original route. I dimly saw my neon-orange phone being run over, in my remaining side-view mirror. I started to grumble, until—I heard a heavy knock on a glass window; I turned my head curiously, to only see the same car from before.

I spluttered furiously.

This guy was like an annoying freshman asking for a date— that was way out of his league. My wound screamed in vengeance. Without bothering to think about the public, not that they would honestly see me while racing past a billion cars at once, I reached for my ankle. Plan number two. My right hand fisted, and I pulled my arm back. Ignoring the thought of broken fingers to come, my hand shot forward, smashing the driver's side window into silver rain. My left hand quickly passed over an industrial steel knife from my leg, and my hand shot a second time into the moving car beside me. I dug the steel into the guys neck, twisting it angrily as his bones crackled around the blade. This all took me a few seconds.

Racing forward, I felt the heavy gust of wind, as the car swerved unmanned into the truck behind me. The pile up was horrendous, and I was only hearing it. Grimacing at the innocent lives interrupted, I sped forward, not daring to look back.

Furiously, back tracking my way home, taking multiple roads, I finally managed to find a familiar road. Cutting noisily through silent neighborhoods, couples still out, watched with huge eyes, as I expedited my way past them. A few extreme turns later, I jumped a small wooden skate-board ramp, and over the hill it rested upon. My tires snarled against the gravel at the bottom, but managed to race upon them, and down onto a long rail of train tracks. I couldn't try my chances with another person trying to kill me; I had to take all careful precautions.

Even though I would've enjoyed this more, without a hole in my arm and a few broken digits, I still managed a slight smile at the new energizing route. I had to take Kagome on it when she wasn't pregnant anymore.

Subsequently swinging onto the known abandoned street, my body bowed closer to the engine, agonized fingers gripping tightly on the bars. Hastening my speed, my machine sprinted closer to the wrought-iron bars. I didn't have to even bat an eye at the gate-guard, the gate was already swung open.

A heavy rock settled into my stomach. Something had to be wrong.. That was confirmed, by the sight in front of the monstrous house. Twenty, no, thirty, top-brand, custom trimmed, glistening cars, and trucks were hap hazardously sprawled across the estate. Even during emergency Yakuza meetings, InuTashio never allowed such parking.

I felt almost terrified to what awaited inside.

Skidding to a lurching halt, I accidentally let gravel spit at a gold Mercedes "Gullwing" supercar. I cringed, clenching my teeth. Letting my kickstand jut forward, I let my bike lean gently. Wincing at the pain in my left side, I shrugged through easily recognized Porsche 911's, Audi R8's, Bugatti Veyron's, and even a few cars I assumed were Mini Coopers. I blamed the Yakuza members, and their car obsessions that rubbed off on me.

A distinct enraged youkai yell echoed from the house. I paused, my heart beating a hundred-fold, my palms slick, and my bullet-wound ached in anguish. There were sounds of a scuffle inside, guns clamoring to the ground, punches and kicks being delivered.. I instinctively reached down to my ankle— only to feel the empty sheath.

Cursing, I steadied my curving shoulders.

"S—ho—Sesshomaru, stop!"

There was a little click in my head, and I cocked my head to the side in wonder. Why did this name seem so familiar?

"Son! Please—!"

The little click, became another, and I slightly remembered a snippet of conversation..

"He's Inuyasha step-brother. InuTashio was married to his mother, back in 1795, until she left. It wasn't until a decade later, that she was found, murdered."

Izayoi smiled slightly, but from the sound of her voice, I could tell she strained against the information. Her delicate hands found mine in the darkness, for my eyes were still bandaged with gauze from surgery.

"Sesshoumaru hasn't been the same since," She continued. "He.. blames Inuyasha, InuTashio.. and mostly me, for the reason behind his mother's death. Even though I only met his father a hundred years later. Though.. It's obvious he blames himself. Any child would, at such a young age— even a youkai."

"Where is he now?" I whispered, my throat sore from sleep.

"He left a month ago, just before your fami—"

She stopped, her mouth taunt.

The memory fell from my vision, because the second I faced the door, I had felt a tug at the front of my jacket. Without giving a second thought, because I knew from experience, I had hallucinations when intoxicated or injured, I turned the door knob.

All around me, hundreds of them, youkai, hanyou's, even a few scattered humans, were surrounded in a circle, just beyond the enormous foyer. Above them, an elaborate chandelier chimed softly.. and was splattered with red. I felt bile rise in my throat, as I looked away from the ceiling— only to have the acid climb higher and into my mouth. A sudden spray of blood had shot into the air, showering on the cream colored walls sickeningly.

I almost spilled my quivering stomach contents, as fear and sickness poured into my skin like icy water. Inuyasha found it humorous that I got ill at the sight of too much blood, and he let it be known every time. I could beat the snot out of someone, annihilated a whole room of youkai, but at the sight of blood— uh uh, Rin get sick. I tried to close my eyes, hold down my stomach, but my eyes almost rolled to the back of my head, upon seeing a half-bloodied woman race towards me.

I was just having the best night of my life, now wasn't I?

"Rin!"

Sango's worried expression filled my flickering vision, and I snapped my eyes shut along with my mouth. I held out my hand, trying to show her, I could also explode.

"Rin?"

I paused, my eyes opening slowly, who was that second voice? The room had gone silent, but I thought my brain was going insane, and had blocked out the disturbing noise. Turning my arched body to the side.. all my troubles wiped away. Along with remembering what my name was.

Silver. Gold. Red. White. Blue. Maroon. Pink.

It was like a car crash.

When his golden eyes collided with mine, I felt like one of those millions of unnamed deer staring into twin headlights on a dark road.. When the impact hit, everything, from my goose bumped skin, to my illogical thoughts, went through my body. And they collided, so beautifully with him, sinking into him like mashed bits of metal car scraps. Going in so deep, no type of doctor could fix the injury. As I tried to shake my dizzy head and vision away, my eyes rolled onto his current condition. No, not the way he was staring at me— like a blind man seeing the sun for the very first time— but at the slashes of a brutal fight, all over his gorgeous body. My bewildered body pushed through the gapping crowd. I didn't even stop to rationally think. The tiny voice in me, insisted me to co-operate. Like it knew something I didn't..

Tearing a large piece of my sequin shirt off, I wrapped it hastily around his thick bicep. Tying it into a knot, I immediately bent down and almost eagerly tore off my whole pant leg. Ripping it in certain places, I wrapped the thick piece around his slender waist, and knotted it in place. Without hesitating once more, I reached for what was rest of my shirt— until a strong hand held me still.

My sharp, clear, brown feminine eyes snapped up to his. They were Takahashi eyes, but this pair was bleeding red. The youkai stripes on his face began to fray, becoming thicker and jagged.

Without warning, he ripped his remaining constraints, and attacked.

It happened so fast, the world was spinning as if on black ice, my heart was jumping erratically into my throat and stomach, and I dizzily wondered if I would vomit butterflies. Thick arms wove intensely protectively around my frail waist, and bound me tightly to his injured chest.

Then he took his chance.

Burning lips smothered mine, freezing my heart into a spluttering stop. Intense emotions washed over me, physically crashing me into him. Pushing into him and closer to the floor, my lips forcibly collided with his, unable to push away this sudden impact of desire. Tingles rushed down my quivering body, igniting every hair on my skin, and blazing every vein into an unnamed frenzy. I had caught fire.

His gorgeous hands began to finger tip down my spine—--then suddenly shoved me violently away.

Thousands of words wanted to spew through my lips. Like, what just happened? Why the hell had my body been unconsciously gravitating toward him? What drug did I inhale, that made me attack a half-alive youkai man? And.. and why did he stop? Rejection filled my heart, and it confused me even more! Millions of eyes peered at me, from all angles of the room, in complete and utter shock. While a few remained with other emotion.. Kagome looked flabbergasted, Inuyasha was alarmingly outraged, Sango and Miroku stared worriedly at my self, InuTashio had his large hand covering his face, and Izayoi-- Looked like she wanted to sing.

"He left a month ago, just before your fami—"

She stopped, her mouth taunt. Morphine had plagued my system, so I hardly even flinched at the word 'family'.

"Anyway." Izayoi smiled briefly, patting my hand motherly. "Did I ever tell you how InuTashio and I met?"

I shook my head, my fifteen year-old cheeks blushing slightly. If it was Izayoi's love life we were talking about, there was certainly going to be a parade of flowers, pink and red, gooey romantic movies, and white cakes.

"Well actually, I more so should be asking, if you ever heard of imprinting?"

She took my curious silence, as a 'no'.

"It doesn't happen to every single youkai, but it happens to the majority out there. Even humans, can imprint, but we call them as 'soul mates'."

I nodded, and she continued.

"It's when.. well.. I guess from my experience, you can feel it first. Like someone pulling on the back of your shirt, as if trying to guide you in a certain direction. It's hard to ignore it. So you eventually follow, and then.. the world becomes insignificant."

"Insignificant?"

How odd to say such a thing.. especially in a Izayoi-specialized love story.

"Like.. there was nothing in this universe, that would hold you to the ground. Like thick soap bubbles washing away during a shower."

She stopped, her words becoming soft, honeyed..

"I saw him when I was a mere Geisha. I had just finished an appointment at the Rizyu tea house, when I turned around slowly. The tugging had been bothering me all through my rendezvous, and to the point I could barely sit still. When I finally left the noisy tea house, I turned toward the Zen garden. That was the first time I saw him. The hour was dark as the night, safer for youkai, few humans ventured about; It was across the garden, when it hit me like a speeding cart filled with sacks of rice.

"Like jumping off a bridge in my thick kimono, the feeling surrounded me, soaked through my clothes.. glued to my skin like wet flour. I didn't understand the feeling, nor did I know who this inhumanly beautiful man was.. but, I didn't care. I ran across the white pebbles, my geta's sliding off my feet, scattering the serene lines of the enclosure. I almost jumped into his arms."

Her gentle hands gripped mine softly.

"After a long night together.. he told me what had happened. That he had imprinted upon me. A soul meant for another soul. No matter who you might end up with, if you did not feel the same way an imprinted person would.. you would unconsciously move on, until you found your other half. Even if you hated that person, you would not be able to deny the unbelievable pull and devotion towards them. Despite everything, sooner or later, you both will find another, and always be together."

"Is that what happened to Kagome and Inuyasha?" I questioned, my own little heart beating frantically.

"Yes, and as you can see, even stupidity and arguments, will never break an imprinted couple."

"Isn't that weird though?" I questioned, smiling slightly at her joke. "I mean, you feel all this devotion for someone you never met until suddenly? It feels like you're being forced to love them, as if someone wrote down how you'd feel and you have no choice in the matter. No if's, says's, or but's."

My smile turned into a frown.

"It seems that way, Rin. However, what you have to realize, is that it's your heart telling you these things. It's not forcing you; you can fight it all you want. But, in the end, your soul is showing you, you will love this person, this much— despite what may come your way."

"You can fight the future," She continued, laughing. "But you can't fight fate."

"GET HER AWAY FROM ME!" Sesshoumaru roared, people holding him back from me.

I couldn't even breathe, as my eyes flickered between my friends, then eventually from the enraged youkai's red eyes, to Izayoi's beautiful grey irises.

I wanted to throw up.

"Mother-fucking, son-of-hell, for all the things that are holy—"

"Inuyasha!" Kagome hissed, "Shut up!"

".. fucking shit."

Groaning, Kagome turned back towards me; her eyes brimmed with worry and fear. I was in such a daze, I barely remembered being hauled out of the entrance, and bandaged up in my private bathroom. I lay in the luke-warm swimming-pool sized tub, my still clothes on. Kagome had said I was in shock.

Well, who the fuck wouldn't be?

The lip of water, reached my chin, so I childishly scrunched down to blow bubbles in the water. I wondered if my brain would collapse from the weight just dropped onto it.. I paused my bubble-blowing briefly, then continued on.

"Rin, maybe we should get you out of those clothes?"

I looked down into the water, my swishy reflection swaying in the tub. My dazed mood vanished, upon seeing my half-torn off clothes. What an ungrateful asshole. I sat up violently, and tugged off my wet jeans and limp under-shirt. I flung them against the bathroom door, making it shudder on its hinges, and sat back into the tub, water sloshing over the edge. My orange underwear and frilly lace bra glimmered under the water's surface.

"You know, Inuyasha loves you like a sister." Kagome whispered, "That's why he's upset— ("Raving fucking mad." I input.)— and swearing at every moving thing. Sesshoumaru is his half-brother, but he's been treated.. poorly by him. So—"

"He can't believe the jack ass imprinted on me," I spoke.

Kagome nodded, her distraught eyes holding mine, as I turned towards her.

"Kag's, he's an asshole." I whispered, tears building in my eyes. "There's no way I could.. love him."

Her expression began pained, "I know that, Rin. But he's imprinted on you."

A second door leading to the bathroom, opened softly, and closed. Izayoi appeared with an arm full of clothes and towels.

"He's not mean." Izayoi spoke, "Just.. damaged."

I wiggled my toes unconcerned in the warm water.

"Rin, he blames the murder of his mother, on me. A Yakuza member, a human.. a woman. That's why he's so upset about this, why he turned your away."

I felt as if I had chugged a case of saki down my raw throat-- my mood swings were getting as bad as Kagome's.

"That sexist hypocritical asshole!" I screamed, jumping to my feet in outrage.

"Rin!"

"No!" I cried, torn between hatred, disbelief.. and wavering power.

"Please-- RIN!"

I left the bath, water gushing down from my hair, and furiously ripped open the door. No, there was no way, absolutely no way!

Infuriated I shoved past Inuyasha, who was beside the door frame. I heard voices behind me, pleading me to stop my rampage, but I didn't give a flying fuck. I didn't have to search for long, because a figure appeared in front of me. His long silver hair was tied into a small bunch, which hung limply over his shoulder. No longer were his eyes dark with violence, but molten amber, with..

I tried not to become intimidated, as he towered over me. I fought down the feelings suddenly rising from within me, to grasp his shirt, pull him down to my face—

"No." I whispered to myself.

"No?" I could hear the smirk in his tone.

My eyes flashed up to his, his own widened slightly in surprise. No one knew I was legally blind, except only from the milky brown color of my irises. No one knew.. Because youkai, gave off a powerful aura. One that my body grasped onto, one that helped me see. If I spent too much time around humans, though, my vision would slowly fade.

"I hate you." I declared, my heart slightly wavering.

"You don't sound like it." He murmured.

Why did his voice, have to sound like liquid velvet?

Rin.. NO! He hates everything that you are! How could he even start to love you? He's obviously disgusted by the fact he's imprinted on you, to a blind, the-sight-of-blood-retching human woman!

"I hate—" I began.

Refreshingly soft lips crushed against mine. My smooth wet fingers laced through his hair, a deep moan escaping the corners of my moving mouth. He was like crisp ice on a hot Osaka summer.

He didn't love me.

My hand collided with his smooth face, effectively releasing his grasp on me.

"I HATE YOU!" I screamed, shocked tears pouring from my eyes. "DON'T TRY TO SCREW AROUND WITH ME! I KNOW WHO YOU REALLY ARE! YOU HATE YOUR OWN FAMILY! YOU BLAME YOUR MOTHERS DEATH UPON THEM! YOU DON'T BOTHER CONSIDERING THE OBVIOUS TRUTH— THAT YOUR MOTHER LEFT YOU! SHE OBVIOUSLY WASN'T HAPPY WITH—"

My small frame was rammed into the hallway wall, so brutally, not only did it shatter the drywall, but the decision-wavering emotions in my heart. As my dizzy eyes gazed up into his ruby ones, I knew, this would never work out. No matter how much I tried-- if I wanted to-- his cold demeanor wouldn't allow such finalization to a human.

"You. Don't. Know. Me." He snarled, contradicting my brief thoughts.

And that's where he left me, as my body slowly drifted to the floor.. my tears thicker than the bath water.

a/n: Not gonna lie, this chapter took me a week to piece together. And a few restless nights, to weave the plot through it all. And if I only end up with like 4 reviews, for this chapter, I probably will discontinue this story. Seriously, it feels like I didn't write good enough.

Ja ne!