Chapter 2: Misunderstanding

Driving wasn't an easy tasks for some people but it was basically like flying for Sesshomaru...yet it quickly grew difficult with a certain distraction in the passenger seat. He would have laughed if his body allowed it, he was never distracted.

Once they had reached his car, he had put her in the front seat and her things in the back. When he had entered on his side, he found the woman asleep, the plush interior of the expensive car was after all comfortable, but from the way her brows furrowed every so often and the little beads of sweat dotting her forehead...the discomfort from her bruises could equally match that. He decided to let her rest until they reached his home, it would give him some time to put his thoughts together. He sighed for what could have been the millionth time that night, as the vehicle purred to life.

The car had been silent for 5 minutes, which was plenty of time for the police chief to figure out that the foreign women next to him could have either been coming from some place, going somewhere else, or just leaving the airport. He spared a glance at the unconscious female before returning his attention to the road, judging from her clothing he guessed the latter.

Apart from the bruises and soon-to-be scars marring her body, she was an attractive woman in his opinion. Just not the type of woman he would see himself actually bringing home for any other purpose than that of her injuries. He thought about taking her to the hospital as the huge group of buildings appeared in his view but narrowed his eyes in irritation. I don't know who she is...even if she wanted to, she wouldn't be able to inform me or anyone else and it was certainly to late for there to be translators around. If the high-ranked officer hadn't been so used to such 'bumps in the road' he would have groaned in annoyance.

Grateful for the red light at the intersection, Sesshomaru eased the car to a stop and took the opportunity to observe. He made a mental note to write down the information once he was home and have Miroku investigate. Long dark brown hair...short, perhaps 5'3"...brown eyes...bi-racial? He paused, he remembered his confusion the first time he saw the woman, she didn't look foreign so she must have a relative or someone of Japanese decent. She has family here...

His eyes flickered to the now green light and continued home.


Kagome would kill to just soak in a bath right now, she had a long day at work and though the surprise of her sister's arrival was welcomed, it threw off her routine. Now she was forced to stand and wait with her old man while trains continued to pass by. Her heels were killing her, and her briefcase was growing heavy.

"I wonder what's taking her so long. Kagome, you gave her the right directions to the station right?", her grandfather turned to her.

"Hai, Oji-san. I told her where the right station was." She mentally groaned as she checked the time, knowing so much work awaited her once they got Rin and went home.

"Hm...what could be taking her so long?" He asked, more to himself anyway.

"Maybe her plane was delayed." He said hopefully. Rin was never really a late person so if she wasn't here, there must have been an external reason.

"That's not what worries me, you know your sister had to go and spend her life in the states so I'd be surprised if she even knew how to start a conversation in Japanese, let alone find help if she were to get lost."

"If there's any problem she will call, but Oji-san I really have to get started on this work." Her womanizing boss had all put snatched away any free time she had hoped to have with her sister for the next day or so. Not only did she dislike the man, he had hair like no other. The dumb dog didn't even deserve it, constantly chasing every wagging butt and blue eyes in the office. Oh, how her fingers twitched at the thought of running her hands through the locks...then dragging the man by them.


The tasks that came with tending to this woman couldn't have been more...uncomfortable. Sesshomaru thought as he carried the still slumbering woman. They had finally reached his home, it was a good thing that the neighborhood gate man, Byakuya, didn't notice the woman in his car. He had enough gossip about himself going around the neighborhood as it is, thanks to the single women of the neighborhood. The sooner he got her situation taken care of the sooner he would be allowed a resemblance of peace.

"Hm.." Sesshomaru spared a glance down at her as she mumbled in her sleep. How can she manage to sleep in such a state? He thought as he walked to the front door, once there he realized a few things. His door was locked...his hands were too full to get his keys...and the person in his hands wasn't waking up anytime soon. If those moments when he would wake his mother taught him anything, he made sure he wasn't the one to wake any woman up...including this woman.

"Hmph." He sighed. In a quick fluid motion, he lifted his leg against the door to rest the back of her knees upon his thigh. Keeping his balance, he took his free hand and pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, Sesshomaru replaced his leg with his arm once more and stepped inside. He kicked the door shut lightly and let out a groan of irritation. Troublesome.

"mmm..." Eyes as wide as saucers, he watched as the woman let out a responding noise of pleasure and nuzzled close to his chest. The soft exhales coming from her showed she was still asleep.

He hadn't been able to get much from the woman with regards to her personality but he prayed that she wasn't like the women around his neighborhood or those promiscuous secretaries at the precinct. It was both unusual yet fascinating to be so close to a woman. She wasn't as heavy as he expected with her obvious assets and she was quite soft. He told himself that this was just part of the job, but it was a risk bringing a strange and wounded woman home.

A risk he wouldn't think to repeat.

He carried her to his room and carefully placed her on the bed. He tried not to noticed how her brows furrowed and her bottom lip slightly puckered out in a small pout. He was beginning to think that this could be easy and he would just clean up her wounds while she slept...then his eye caught the ones that looked to be going up her thighs and down her chest. She would have to take her closed off. Sesshomaru closed his eyes in frustration and prayed to whatever god there was, that this woman would comply.


If Rin had known that sleeping while hurt would feel so good, she would personally knock herself out before bed...but she doubted that was the reason because all of a sudden she felt cold and there was a weird pinch.

"Onna." Eh? Was someone talking to her? "Mewosamasu." She knew what that meant. Kagome had set that as her morning alarm on her phone last summer for her to get up...but that wasn't kagome's voice...or hand.

Sleepy eyes opened to stare at a burgundy wall. That's not my wall. Her eyes widened in panic and Rin quickly sat up, or tried to if the jab of pain to her abdomen didn't stop her.

"Anata wa mada fushō shite imasu, chūi shite kudasai" Rin turned at the sound of the deep voice. At that moment suspicion reared its head as she painfully turned her head.

Half expecting Kagome to be the one kneeling bedside her bed waking her up sporting a deep voice, Rin's words caught in her throat to find a man in her place. Memories of the past few hours rushed through her mind and Rin realized that this was the officer that had helped her. He just stared at her, as if he expected her to do something spontaneous. As she stared back, Rin couldn't help but be in awe of how breathtaking he was. She had noticed his handsomeness before but now it seemed to be amplified. Even in the dimly lit room, she could see his golden eyes that were shadowed by long sliver curtain-like bangs.

"I think we've established that we both know little of what the other is saying but...what?" He only blinked. "Um.." Before she could say anything else he reached and pointed to her thigh.

"Injuries." Ahhh...I get it. He had brought her here to help fix her up.

"Okay...um..do you have a first-aid kit?" When he tilted his head in confusion, it dawned on her that it was going to be a long game of charades. Not knowing what else to do, she made motions that looked as if she was dabbing disinfectant on her wound. He continued staring. Am I a circus act or something? She tried again but made motions of a box. His eyebrow rose but he nodded. He got up and left, give her time to release the breath she hadn't known she was holding. He returned quickly with a small box with the red health cross on it.

"Anata wa sorera o toru hitsuyō ga arimasu". He pointed to her skirt and top.

"What about my clothes?" He paused but then shrugged out of his jacket and pointed to it. "You want me to take it off?" She tugged at her blazer and top and he nodded. Rin blushed as what he was getting at...she took off her blazer and examined her body, thankful for the lighting. She had bruises and colored areas in quite a few places on her body, she almost gasped at the ones creeping up her thigh and chest area. Dear Kami...for him to help me I have to be naked?!

Rin tried her best to breathe deeply but it even hurt to do that, since one of the men had hit her rib, which she was positive could be broken...or at the very least, bruised. Every inhalation was a chore for her poor body. He mumbled something again which she would have guessed to be 'hurry up'.

"Hey, pal! Telling a woman to strip... for any reason isn't exactly like an invitation to go and get ice-cream!" She glared at him which he only returned with an icy stare. She sighed. She couldn't be rude to someone that was trying to help, and frankly saved her ass. "Sorry...um...gomen?" Without giving her chance the moment to decide against it, Rin took the remainder of her outfit off, leaving her in only a pair of red panties and a matching bra.

She felt a sudden draft around her legs but didn't risk a glance at him, and only hoped she didn't look like hell. She couldn't tell, he sure as hell didn't voice his thoughts and he didn't take much time to look. Once her clothes were off he instantly began patching her up.

He poked in areas that brought hisses through her teeth. Growing a little irritated, she slapped away his hand at a particularly rough poke. "That hurts!" He frowned and responded, but she just shook her head. How am I supposed to tell him to be gentle? She tried to think of any term that would help.

"Itai!" She exclaimed, suddenly remembering the word that she remembered people associating with pain. His brow rose.

"Sore wa itai?" she nodded, praying it didn't mean 'Bring on the pain'. It seemed that she used the right word, he was only gentle for the remainder of it, merely skimming over her skin and cautiously probing. He murmured what could have been reassurances each time she winced or whimpered. His hands were calloused, which was to be expected with his line of work but felt very warm on her skin.

Once he was finished she was covered in small bandages but she felt much better, there was an awkward silence as he looked her over. She hoped he was looking at his work and not god's work.

"Uh...I'm Rin." She pointed to him, the simplest of gestures she could make, expecting an introduction.

"Rin?". She didn't know why but a small tinge of pleasure crept up her spine at the way her name rolled of his tongue, even if he was confused. Guess the gesture didn't work.

"Yes. My name is Rin." He pointed to him again.

"..." He simply stared. Oh for the love of- what are we? Tarzan and Jane? How do you say name? Rin thought hard.

"Namae?" She said hopefully. He seemed to get it when he nodded.

"Sesshomaru". Well if a sexy name didn't go with a sexy face, I'll be damned.

"Nice to meet you, Sesshomaru. I'm Rin."

"Hajimemashite Rin". If hearing her name the first time didn't do the trick, the second time almost made her want to tackle the man and ravish him but his stoic almost deadly aura, his profession, and her injuries but her at a 3-1 disadvantage. She sighed. Without another word he went into a conjoining room. Eh? What am I supposed to do now? I need to go home. He returned with some clothes, she looked past him to see that the room was really just a huge closet. She was thankful he had given her loose sweats that were probably a few sizes too big since they were most likely his. He turned around and Rin panicked...just before he reached the door she almost shouted.

"Arigatō!" He stopped but didn't turn around.

"You are welcome."


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