Forgotten Crimson Feelings within Perfection's killing intent
Author's note: So here I am once again. The main pairing for this story is one of my ultimate favorite. To me this is the one and only canon ship though I am sure not all may agree.
Sesshōmaru is in my top 3 favorite anime/manga male characters. Rin compliments the killing perfection, beautifully. She is like the sun. This story will take hold in 2017. Yeah, I know its way off but it works for me and makes it easier as well. I am not sure how to go about ages concerning specifically demon…so bear with what I come up with Please. ^^' I have read Maru is roughly between 200 and 500 in demon years…
Warning: There will be sexual content and cursing. I will try to keep the characters as much in character as possible. It might be OOC at times but I like to believe people can evolve as time goes by whether good or bad. Life circumstances, experiences, and people you come in contact with, can do that much. This will also get kind of dark at times. And I love to use unconventional couples so be warned…
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights concerning Inuyasha, story or the original characters alike. The wonderful Rumiko Takahashi does. The perfect killing plot bunnies, are mine though. ;)
"…" is a character's dialogue.
'…' are thoughts.
You will know when there's a flashback or a dream because it will be in italics. I might just state it too.
A teenage girl 17 years old is riding a two-seater cherry red scooter. Her raven hair carelessly flowing in the wind though wearing a helmet to match. Deep cinnamon eyes struggling to see as there is light rain combined with heavy winds. It doesn't help that it's night time. Her iPod ringing in her ears and humming along to the haunting lyrics.
'I will wander till the end of time, torn away from you'…She lets the heavy beats drown out everything else.
This part of Tokyo is darker and quieter but she pays it no mind. It's like a second skin to her. She stops at a red light never stopping the constant humming to the song. Peripheral vision shows her something in the distance flashing red from the left side. The light however turns green so she carries on.
Out of nowhere a mass of something about /midsize and white crosses her path. Time seems to freeze as foreign eyes connect with hers. Gold and cinnamon collide and though it was just seconds, it felt like a lifetime.
Her balance is thrown off and she skids a bit to avoid toppling over. The dog, no, the wolf like creature runs into an alleyway. She takes a moment to catch her breath, picks up her scooter and parks it. Dusting off her black tight skinny jeans she takes off the helmet and begins to walk. Her bangs reach her jawline. She is about 5'8 and petite. Cute button nose and pouty lips adorn her face. Her hips are more pronounced than her breasts however the big black t-shirt disguises the curves well. She quickly notices blotches of blood on the ground by the light pole.
Being the caring type for animals she goes into the alleyway. The animal obviously was wounded though not by her since they didn't collide. The growls echo throughout the dark abandoned street. The chills go up and down her spine but she continues onward trying to find it. The growls grow fiercer and that makes her stop.
She's midway to the alleyway and there's an abandoned car to her right. Her head shifts slightly towards it without moving the rest of her body. Once again she locks eyes with the majestic creature, except now the eyes are a blazing red. Her breath catches and the wolf like dog growls cease. It's recoiling like a snake ready to strike. The teen shivers as its body sinks lower.
"I think it went down that way! I don't see any blood even though we shot him!" A sudden deep voice of a man can be heard. The spell between them is now broken. The girl and the wolf turn their heads towards the entrance of the alleyway simultaneously. The wolf stumbles a bit as it is trying to turn the opposite direction on the hood its standing on ready to leave.
The teen shakes her head. "Wait, please…you're hurt". The voice is raspy and low showing signs of barely any use. The teen looks down on the front right leg that is leaking blood.
"I'll be back". She motions with her arms for it to stay there. The girl runs towards the way she came looking around to make sure the source of the voice isn't around. Realizing the coast is clear she bolts to her scooter and maneuvers it back into the alleyway.
With the engine cut off it takes a bit of effort since she is a bit underweight. The wolf like dog is laying on the hood of the car and when she nears, it growls once again. The girl continues to move closer and flinches when the wolf growls a bit lower. Her right hand goes to her chest on the left side and takes a deep breath.
"It's ok. Please…come…with me." A loud car can be heard out on the main street but not by the entrance of the alleyway, yet. She outstretches her right hand very slowly towards him so that it can smell her better and perhaps tell that she means him no harm.
He stays very still, sharp eyes on her hand then languidly back to her eyes. She lets go of her scooter at an angle once secured and now both of her hands are reaching towards him.
"I trust you…please trust me". The wolf which now looks tired and warry licks her hand. The teen takes it as an invitation and exhales grabbing onto him. He feels heavy but that doesn't stop her. She sits him in the front his bottom sitting above her feet. His front legs, she wraps around her waist. It takes some shifting until she feels he is secure enough. Her left hand secured firmly around his shoulders to hold him against her.
"Hold on tight". She almost wants to laugh at how she thinks he'll understand but the soft growl keeps her quiet. He does nuzzle her waist as she turns on her scooter and takes off fast. She doesn't know if those looking for her "frenemy" are lingering around.
A heavy set man whirls around as she cuts across another alleyway never looking back. Her heart feels as if it is going to come out of her chest but she ignores that. She is going at a speed she never has before which is about 60mph.
Realistically any car can reach her but that vehicle seemed to not have been near that heavy man. 'Thank goodness'.
About 15 minutes later. Her frenemy seems to be half asleep and she is approaching the house. It is rather dark since all the lights are off. It is 11:30 p.m. carefully parking the scooter, she sighs while picking him up. He lazily clings to her shoulders. He nuzzles her neck even though he softly growls.
"Yeah, yeah…I know you don't like me". She trudges up to the modern type 2 story house with 3 bedrooms. It is not traditional at all. The color is light blue and white. She has her keys hanging from the loop on the jeans. She opens the door, slips off her black low top chucks, and heads towards the second floor. She's struggling to get upstairs but continues on anyway.
Opening the door at the end using another key she quickly stumbles in. She manages to put him down as gently as possible. The tired teen sits down on her bed and coughs while holding onto her chest. The wolf stares at her for a bit. After feeling better she gets up and goes to her private bathroom. There is some rummaging being heard and she comes out with a medicated wrap gauze and a semi wet hand towel.
"I know this will sting and it stinks so just bear with it". She looks for his injured leg and at first he just looks at her. She starts to wipe off the blood from the beautiful white fur. It is curious that he is not making any sounds. 'Doesn't he feel pain?'
The wolf just looks at her as if she has little sense. His head is angled downwards and tilted to the right with his ears completely up.
"Where's your wound?" She wiped practically all the blood away and still nothing.
"Why is your light still on waif?" A stern masculine older voice coming from the other side of her door breaks her thoughts. The doorknob turns but since it's locked no entry allowed. She puts her finger to her lip telling the wolf to keep silent. Once again acting as if he understands.
"You better not have gone back to that place". There's a loud bang and she slightly jumps. The wolf growls very lowly and she covers his mouth with her hand. Her eyes pleading for him to keep quiet. The wolf nips her hand causing her to flinch but she doesn't remove her hand anyway.
"And next time answer when I ask you something waif". Footsteps are loud now as they bound downstairs. How hadn't she heard when he came in?
"I must have been so distracted with you. Just ignore his existence. It's better that way". She wipes her hand since he actually broke some skin but she paid it no mind at all. She notices for the first time a thick silver full moon for a collar sits around his neck.
"Please return to Taishō estate". There is a phone number and she knows this wolf belongs to a multi-billionaire family just from the famously known name. "I'll call in the morning since I don't have a cell phone…I do wonder if they have a chip inside you".
"Let's get some rest for now, okay?" The wolf just looks at her as she gets up and heads to take a shower inside. After a few minutes she comes out in an oversized long grey checkered flannel shirt that reaches her knees.
The wolf is lying on her bed fast asleep. She smiles and lays down next to him carefully whispering quietly and softly. "I feel so safe with you. It's an old feeling…from where I don't know. I wish you were mine". Her face becomes solemn.
"But you wouldn't be safe here…just…like…me"…Her eyes feel heavy and snuggling next to her frenemy she gives into exhaustion. After a few moments the wolf opens his eyes and licks her cheek gently.
"Umm…I was wondering Lord Sesshōmaru. If I died one day, I was wondering…would you always remember me?"
Morning has arrived and with it, birds are chirping. A 6'4 tall muscular, very fair skinned man with very fine features is lying inside a luxurious bath tub. Long silver white wet hair tied up into a bun and his arms flexing lightly outside of the bathtub. His eyes covered with a warm white cloth.
"You seriously don't remember anything my lord"? A 5'0 short plump man with pepper grey hair balding in the middle wearing glasses, is holding a tea silver tray. High pitch sort of voice.
A very deep, quiet, calm yet icy voice answers back. "Repeating insinuates incompetence".
"Of course mi lord, please excuse my incompetence". There's slight fright in his voice.
The Perfect man grabs his cup of Gyokuro tea without taking off the steamy cloth from his eyes.
"You may leave".
"Yes mi lord". The door closes after a few moments of tiny feet shuffling away.
She is sitting on her bed depressed. This morning when she awoke her frenemy was gone. 'Why hadn't I closed my window last night? I hope he is alright, at home safe and sound'.
Once again an interruption."I expect you here this evening. Make the beef and rice bowls…and it better not be spicy".
He is met with silence. "Are we clear waif?" There's a bang on the door scaring the teen. She slightly jumps. "Or that scooter of yours…"
"Yes…" The voice is still hoarse from not much use. There is no sound. She hates it when she can't hear him come or go.
Deciding not to give it more thought she goes to get dressed. It is now 8 a.m. and she already did her morning freshen up routine.
'I have to be at my appointment soon. He never goes. Thank goodness for that'.
It's now 9:45 a.m. and the girl is sitting outside of the Psychologist's office. She's always left feeling anxious after a visit. Doctor Himura is a very gentle middle aged woman. What scares her is what she wants her to remember.
"Good morning!" A buxom yet with a slender waist young woman approaches her. The young woman 21 years old, 5'8, has dark blue deep eyes, blonde hair, bangs that frame her right cheek covering her eye. Her hair falls at her shoulders layering here and there. She is fair skinned. Wearing light blue skinny jeans, a long sleeved white frilled blouse and flats.
The younger girl waves brightly returning the greeting. She looks at herself all in black again and quickly looks back at the approaching young lady sheepishly. Her black t-shirt with a yellow skull in the middle seems inappropriate.
"How have you been? I haven't seen you around at the kid's center." Her blue eyes taking her form in showing briefly the worry etched on her face.
The younger girl forms an okay sign.
"Glad to hear it". The blonde girl looks beyond and above her head. That makes her look behind to see what the other is looking at. All she sees is a lot of people walking since it is a hospital after all. What catches her attention is a young woman in between two much taller men pushing others away from her.
"Listen I have to go. See you later alright". She turns back around to wave at her somewhat friend smiling back.
The buxom blonde waves smiling, begins to walk towards the commotion and now starts walking backwards talking.
"Please come by today if you can. They all love you Erin…and your presence really helps them a lot." The blonde turns fast, hurrying along.
Why would they love her? She doesn't talk much if at all to them. Erin shrugs it off. She hasn't been around anyone in a while. She exhales and briefly remembers meeting the blonde here a couple of months ago. Odd she wasn't being friendly at all at the time but she approached her nonetheless when she was having sort of an episode outside of doctor Himura's office and the blonde helped her out. She has infiltrated her dark small world after that. This girl deserves some gratitude.
Voice still a bit hoarse but with a bit more strength…"Kagome!" The blonde stops and turns to face her surprised. "I will see you there tomorrow". Honestly she would rather go today but she has to cook for guests even though they aren't there for her.
Kagome smiles brilliantly and bows making Erin bow back with a small smile of her own. She picks up the pace realizing the view of who she was following got obscured.
Kagome is practically running out of the hospital. She stops leaning against a pillar of the immense building. There is a young lady about 5'5 getting into a black SUV. That doesn't faze her it's the tall, slender, yet muscular man. He is about 6'2, pale skinned with long thick midnight wavy tresses tied into a loose braid. Bangs carelessly framing his face on both sides. His facial features are refined like a dolls with sharp jawline. The man is dressed in a black suit and tie and white shirt with sunglasses. He is helping the obviously important girl into the SUV. Two others are surrounding them.
"Nara…" Kagome stops herself from finishing the rest. She had thought she saw him in her neighborhood, but for sure has seen him around town. 'But is it really him? It could be a reincarnation? Hopefully...'
An hour later Erin is sitting in a museum on a bench holding a white grocery bag. This place is her sanctuary. Her safe place. The calm even among all the people that visit. There is noise coming from all sides, from adults, from kids, from babies, from students but nothing breaks her calm. She is staring intently at her statue.
Technically, not hers but it calls to her. 'Feels so familiar like in a distant dream'. Most don't acknowledge it since it isn't very "pleasing" to the eyes. It's a statue of a small older sort of toad looking animal holding the reigns to a rather large beastly two headed dragon. Their difference in size is rather comical to her.
Erin takes a deep breath and exhales closing her sunken tired orbs. She must have looked a fright to Kagome. She begins to hum a tune in her head the words slowly start to take shape.
…'hmmm…hmmm…hmmm…hmmm…hmmm…hmmm…hmmm…hmmm
In the mountain,
in the forest,
in the wind,
in a dream,
Lord Sesshōmaru, where are you?
With an ally like Jaken,
I will wait all alone until you come,
Lord Sesshōmaru please return to me'…
The words "return to me" keep echoing in her mind. A kid screams suddenly interrupting her thoughts. Her orbs open and finds a kid pointing at the statue and laughing. Erin shakes her head and pouts. Why make fun of her statue?
Looking down at her wrist watch she realizes once again she has lost time. 'Noon, I better go. Just how long was I singing in my head?'
Erin gets ready to stand up when something that smells rather delicious, all masculinity, makes her look up towards her left. Standing a few paces away is the most gorgeous specimen she has ever laid eyes on, staring at the statue. He seems to be around his mid-twenties.
Hair so thick and luscious looks like the finest silk the color of clouds highlighted with silver. Delicate refined features. It's tied up in a loose ponytail that reaches his firm backside…and Erin wonders since when does she notice things like that? His lips are not so plump but looks oh so soft. Delicate refined facial features yet a strong jawline with a muscular body to match, but not the over bulgy type at all. You can see them outlined through the light purple buttoned down snug fit shirt along his arms. He is wearing a darker grey modern tailored fit to perfection business suit, just with vest, pants, purple tie and tan cap toe leather shoes, huge size.
Erin's lecherous thoughts are bewildering. She has never thought about a man's shoe size before, matter of fact, never thought about men and their looks. Her mahogany orbs start from the bottom once again and slowly traveling upwards taking in every immaculate detail.
Erin's breath gets caught as her orbs lock with ethereal narrowed amber orbs bordering on gold. Time and space cease to exist and she wonders how eyes the color of the sun can reflect so much cold bitter winter.
Author's note: This actually took a while and was quite hard to get in! It's been a while. This is like a small introduction to the "main" characters even though they are more to come. I am rusty so be patient with me. =) I am trying to work my way back in. I decided to give Kagome blue eyes of the manga and a bit of a makeover.
Disclaimer: I do not own Evanescence's "My heart is Broken", beautiful song though! Hope my version of Rin's song to him is as correct as possible...there were a lot of variations out there. ^^' I apologize if it isn't!
Sorry this is not an update...just changed Erin's age to 17...^^'