A Chance Encounter
By: Witch Baby
Rated: M- forlanguage, violence, and bedroom fluff
DISCLAIMER: I only own Sesshy in my dreams……which sadly doesn't count.
A/N: So, um yeah, here it is. A little back story though: Rin is 16 (it makes Sessh o maru less of a cradle robber) and Sessh o maru is an assassin for hire currently employed by the local mafia as a hit man/ 'tax collector'. They live in Tokyo Japan. All comments are accepted and appreciated. The chapters are kind of short in the beginning too but they pick is my first published fanfic so please be gentle!!!!
CHAPTER ONE
The rain fell around a lone dark figure standing on the corner of a deserted street. He took a long drag of his cigarette and exhaled, the smoke curling up into the night sky.
He ran one hand through his long silver hair, sighing tiredly. His long lashes closed over his golden eyes as his grip tightened on the gun in his pocket. Quite suddenly his eyes flew open, glowing like a predators stalking prey in the night. Slowly, but surely, her made his way across the street, entering the seclude night club. Just another day of work…
The club manager began to feel uneasy as he watched the silver haired demon walk through the front door. He tightened his grip on the arm of the trembling girl beside him. "You do what Sessh o maru tells you to do bitch." he hissed low in her ear.
As Sessh o maru walked into his office, the manager hoped his smile would cover any fear. Still, a cold shiver ran down his spine as he met the demons emotionless gaze. "That time of the month, eh Sessh o maru?" he said with a nervous laugh.
"I'm not here to chat Onigumo, just give me the money you owe," replied Sessh o maru evenly.
Onigumo nodded, and pushed the young girl into Sessh o maru's arms. "I don't have it," he said, "but if you'll wait you can have her."
The girl shivered in fear as he stared down at her in mild distaste. Why did they always do stuff like this? Sessh o maru pulled out his gun. Tensaiga he called it, thought it took more life then it gave. "Did you really think that would work?" he asked coldly, before pulling the trigger.
The silencer on the barrel of the gun muffled the shot, but the body fell to the floor with a loud thud. The young girl gasped, hiding her face against his chest.
A silence settled over them, as if for a moment the world stopped spinning. Life went on, unaware of the deeds committed in the back room. People partied outside, indulging in the sweet music of sin. Sessh o maru stared down at Onigumo's body, disgusted by it all.
The girl didn't cry or scream or even try to run away. She simply stood there, shaking, face buried against him. Her skin felt warm, but it was as pale as moonlight. Her hair was the color of dark midnight and it floated around him, soft like silk. His demon senses were momentarily overwhelmed by her cherry blossom scent. How long had it been since he last felt a woman this close?
Sessh o maru abruptly pulled away. He knew better to get close to someone, especially a female. She looked up into his face, her black eyes wide with surprise. Sessh o maru gripped his gun tighter. She was too dangerous to keep alive. A liability to him and the people he worked for. Her hands gripped the fabric of his black coat, almost like she was afraid he would push her away. The air went cold as he struggled with himself. 'You have a job to do,' he reminded himself, 'do it right.'
Still, he couldn't do it. He, who killed hundreds of people, couldn't bring himself to shoot down one lone woman. He really hoped it wouldn't come back to haunt him later.
Sessh o maru reached into his pocket and pulled out a crisp one hundred dollar bill. He placed it in her delicate hands and whispered harshly, "Go home and forget everything you saw."
She nodded wordlessly. Then he turned and walked out without a second glance.