AN: Finally I updated, sorry for making you guys wait but I had a lot of HW to do and Project. I don't like HW and Projects, they're so annoying. Well here is the other chapter, I'll update more recently because school is almost over. YAYA
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Inuyasha but there is one thing that I do own and that is the virgin's curse. Hehehehe.
Chapter Two: Luck or Misfortune
The lights from the city shone through the black windows of a nice black Ferrari. It roamed around the streets, drifting from one end of the city to another. He just couldn't clear his mind. Long silky white hair whipped around his fair face, caressing the purple markings on his cheeks. His golden eyes coolly stared at the road ahead of him but his mind was back in the past.
Inutaisho, his father, had come to the conclusion that Sesshomaru would not be allowed to inherit his throne…unless he took a mate. Sesshomaru was dumbfounded, his father expected him to take a mate when there was no suitable mate around. A low growl started to build up in Sesshomaru's chest. He needed to find a way to gain the throne without obeying his father's sick twisted decree. He needed no mate, weak or strong, all he needed was power and with power came no emotion.
Emotions made you weak and vulnerable and that was something that the Great Sesshomaru wouldn't succumb to. Unlike his idiot half-brother, who let his emotions get the best of him, leaving Sesshomaru to clear up his messes.
Sesshomaru sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. What could he do to get around his father's idiot plans?
Sesshomaru sighed for the third time since the talk with his father and he didn't like that one bit. It wasn't like him to turn tail and run. He would stand and fight, not the other way around. And for the first time since Sesshomaru had been born, he was unable to successfully come up with a plan that would guarantee his bachelorhood until he got the throne. He couldn't understand why his father was so set on the idea of him taking a mate. It wasn't like it was going to make a difference.
Then why was he hesitating?
He could just take any female to be his mate and they wouldn't refuse. But why would they? He was the heir to the throne of the western land. Anybody would feel proud to be the mate of the all mighty Sesshomaru. It wasn't like they could complain. He was handsome and owned large amounts of money, so much that even a human would find it hard to earn as much as he had. But he was no human and he would never be like them, all emotional and violent. No, Sesshomaru was more refined and killed whenever he thought it was necessary. He just didn't kill for the pleasure of killing like the humans. He knew and so did everybody else that when Sesshomaru killed it was for two reasons.
He didn't like the person or saw that it was necessary in his noble weird mind that the person needed to be killed.
Sesshomaru did have some plans that would help him but there was only so much Sesshomaru could do without thinking that the actions were unnecessary. One of his plans was to get a mate but whoever said that it had to be a female? Yes, Sesshomaru was thinking of coming out of the closet. He knew that male mates wouldn't get attached to their male counterparts, unless it was a provide and receive situation. He dismissed that idea from his mind the moment it entered. This Sesshomaru would not lower himself out of desperation in order to get the throne. The throne was his no matter what, but it threw Sesshomaru for a loop as to when he would receive it.
The other plan was to wait till his old man was dead. But who knew when the old man would die? He had already lived for so long, who knew how much longer he would live? And the worst part of it all was that he was barely past his prime. It would take another millennium for his father to get old and ragged. Sesshomarru's growl started to become more profound as his thoughts continued to see the negatives of having a mate.
Finally he gave up. There was only one person who could help him out of this. He took out his phone and punched in a number. The phone began to ring and on the second ring, he picked up.
"Hello my darling, how've you been?"
"Miroku. I've told you many times not to answer like this whenever I call you."
"But Sesshomaru," he whined, "There's no fun if I don't."
"I'm sure you'll be able to find something else to entertain your fleeting mind from answering your phone this way."
"Mm, Sesshomaru, are you by any chance trying to hint at something?" Sesshomaru could clearly hear the amusement in his voice.
"I may."
"How about you come over then, I will be waiting, and Sesshomaru don't forget to bring our plaything." Miroku hung up. Sesshomaru hung up and sped away towards Miroku's well known club.
"So what you're telling me is that your old man wants you to take a mate," Miroku stated and waited for Sesshomaru to confirm but he just stayed quiet. Miroku took it as a sign to continue. "If you want to get the throne Sesshomaru, I don't see anything wrong with this picture. All that it's saying is that your old man cares for you and doesn't want you to be alone in the world."
"I don't need him worrying about me. I can take care of myself."
"Oh," Miroku exclaimed, "What a great job you have done then, you sure know how to take care of yourself." Sarcasm leaked out of each word.
"Miroku, I don't appreciate sarcasm," Seshomaru glared at Miroku.
"Of course you don't, Your Highness." Sarcasm was still there.
"Miroku, stop playing this foolish game," Sesshomaru said calmly.
"And that is exactly how you're acting, Sesshomaru," Miroku stated.
"This Sesshomaru doesn't act foolish," Sesshomaru replied.
"Oh Sesshomaru, get that giant tree out of your ass. I know exactly how you are yet I'm still by your side because we all know that you're a big softy." Miroku giggled girlishly to annoy Sesshomaru even more.
"Miroku, I would like it if you were to kindly refrain yourself from using that type of language in front of me."
"Oh, of course you would like that but you don't always get what you want, Sesshomaru." Miroku stated.
"This Sesshomaru can get anything he wants."
"If you can get anything you want then why are you here bitching at me about not being able to get the throne because you don't want a mate? This Sesshomaru can get ANYTHING he wants." Miroku mimicked his voice.
Sesshomaru growled, his eyes slowly started to become bleeding red.
Miroku saw this and decided to get serious. "Sesshomaru, I know that you are a good guy but you need to see the bigger picture. I know that you will not choose a mate that will be too weak to protect herself. And you will not choose a mate that is such a huge pain in your ass that you just want to kill her. You will choose a mate that has about the same amount if not more than the average demon's intelligence. And if you don't, then we'll be doubting yours. Give it a try Sesshomaru, you'll never know when you will find the perfect girl."
Sesshomaru sighed and he nodded. He knew that Miroku was trying to help him see the good side of this but he couldn't see it. But knowing that Miroku wasn't doubting that Sesshomaru could take care of himself made him feel a little better, and soon he started to think that he'd give having a mate a try. After all, it wasn't the worst thing that his father had asked from him. There had been worse.
A knock interrupted Sesshomaru's train of thought. Miroku looked at the door and then back at Sesshomaru.
"Yes. Come in."
The door opened and revealed a woman. Her long golden blond hair was tied up in two high ponytails on each side of her head. She wore a white and black bartender uniform. The uniform fit nicely to her curvy body. Her small waist amplified her large breasts and her nice round ass. But the most curious thing about her was that she wore shades over her eyes, they were so dark that Sesshomaru's eyes weren't able to pick up on what color her eyes were.
"Miroku, do you guys want anything to drink?" She asked, her pink glossed lips moved, letting out a soft husky voice.
"Yes, would you please bring something, Ayame that would be most helpful." Miroku smiled tiredly at her. She smiled back but didn't leave just yet.
"What would you like to drink?" Ayame asked. Miroku looked over Sesshomaru, gave him a long look and turned back to Ayame.
"Bring some whiskey, please." Miroku said. Ayame nodded and closed the door behind her.
Oh man what should she do? She just went into Miroku's office and found a very good-looking demon observing her, very carefully. His eyes roamed all over her body, she felt like she was going to go weak in the knees from his intense gaze. She almost moaned with desire but she had enough will power to keep her gaze on Miroku. These were the times when she was happy that she had her shades on. If not then she would have probably said what was going through his mind and she was sure that it wasn't going to be pretty. Still she couldn't help but admire a good-looking alpha in front of her, especially if he looked interested in her. But then again he could have just been admiring a good-looking female but not be interested because he probably already had a mate. If a man like that was walking around, she was sure that he was already tied down to an extremely beautiful female. And if that were true, Ayame would be no competition against this mysterious demon.
Ayame sighed and walked behind the counter to the bar to get the whiskey ready. She mused over the mysterious alpha in Miroku's office but merely thought of him as a fleeting dream that only happened once in awhile. She was happy that she got to see him, his long silvery mane brushed nicely against his back and his intense golden eyes, emphasizing the soft purple marks on his face and the purple waning moon that decorated his forehead. She blushed as she remembered but giggled happily to herself. She rarely got to see handsome demons, especially in clubs. All you got were low level demons with no attractive battle aura or dominant aura whatsoever.
She poured the whiskey but she didn't hear the clinking of ice, she looked down and saw no ice.
She gasped, "There's no ice. Damn how could I forget that?"
She looked over to the container of ice and saw that it was empty. Ayame groaned and decided to go to the freezer to get the ice. As she walked away, she muttered to herself that she was stupid to not put the ice first in the drink.
A small shadow watched Ayame go before she went to the drinks and put in the ice. She grinned evilly as she took out a small white bag. She tore open the top and poured in a white substance into the glass. The white powder disappeared as soon as it touched the whiskey and she put it on the tray and started to walk towards Miroku's office.
Miroku sighed, exhausted from arguing with Sesshomaru. He wished that Ayame would hurry up with the drinks. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Thank the gods, he thought.
"Come in." The door opened but it wasn't Ayame with the drinks but somebody he didn't know.
"Where's Ayame?" he asked. The demon girl stopped and looked surprised.
"Oh, you mean glasses Ayame," Miroku nodded. "She's taking care of some customer and she told me to come and bring the drinks to you." She said, lifting the drinks as if emphasize them. Miroku nodded, understanding her reason. She walked up to them and passed the drink onto the counter and handed them their drink. The girl bowed and left.
Just watch Sesshomaru, you won't be getting the throne any sooner because of your actions, she thought.
"Miroku, that's enough," Sesshomaru said loudly. Miroku looked at him dumbfounded, but composed himself. He coughed and looked at Sesshomaru very carefully. A bead of sweat started to roll off on the side of Sesshomaru's cheek.
That's bad, that is very bad, Miroku thought. Sesshomaru, most of all, never yelled, he always stopped talking or simply glared at you until you're so scared shitless that you quickly stop talking. And he started to sweat, meaning that there was something wrong, very wrong.
Sesshomaru could feel Miroku's eyes on him but he paid to attention to him. His gaze was locked carefully on the glass and suddenly he saw tiny crystal dots on the glass. He growled loudly, he was drugged, HE WAS DRUGGED. This Sesshomaru got drugged because he let his guard down. Sesshomaru closed his eyes, trying to calm his rage. Miroku did nothing wrong neither did Ayame. He just couldn't blame her. Suddenly he remembered the other girl, the small, scared girl that brought their drinks in.
"Miroku, did you know who was that girl that brought in the drinks?" Sesshomaru asked as he grabbed his whiskey.
Miroku shook his head. "No, she's probably new."
"How could you not know your employees?"Sesshomaru said calmly, but inside rage was burning through his cool, calm, and collected façade.
"I let other people hire them. I don't want to deal with more paper work than what I already have," Miroku explained. Sesshomaru glanced at Miroku but suddenly a wave of dizziness bit him. He needed to get out of here, before the full force of the drug consumed him.
"Bye Miroku." Sesshomaru got up and walked towards the door.
"Wait, Sesshomaru, why so fast?" Miroku said getting up quickly and ran after him.
"Unlike you, Miroku, I have important matters to take care of," Came his reply before he walked away with his head held high and his silvery mane hair swaying behind him.
Sesshomaru made it to the parking lot before his senses started to get fucked up. He couldn't hear like he used to and his nose was now completely useless. His eyesight started to become unfocused but he still made it to his car.
A can was kicked, disturbing the silence in the parking lot. Sesshomaru stopped for a second and he scanned the parking lot but he saw nothing out of place. He relaxed his muscles and opened his car and got in. He turned on the engine and put it in reverse. He looked at the mirror and saw headlights driving straight at him. Sesshomaru's eyes widened and he jumped out of his car, barely making it out of his car before he got hit. The car crashed into his car, sending it spinning into another car. It rolled over the other car, glass flew everywhere and pieces of cars surrounded Sesshomaru. Suddenly one car blew up next to Sesshomaru, sending him flying before he knew what happened. He landed on his back, the air knocked out of his lungs. Blood seeped out of a wound on his head. One of his eyes was covered in blood as it rolled down from a wound above it. His black suit was now torn and bloodied, from his arms and legs.
Sesshomaru growled, his eyes became completely red with blue pupils. His mouth was growing into a snout but the rest of him remained humanoid. His rage was released and he wasn't going to let anybody get out of here alive for what they had done to him. Nobody injures this Sesshomaru and gets away with it. His red eyes scanned around the area, his senses returned now that he had tapped into his demonic energy. He sensed that there were ten men in total in the parking lot, all demons. Perfect, I'm dying to kill the motherfucker who injured me. Nobody will escape unpunished.
But something was off in the air. Their scent was familiar but Sesshomaru's dog like mind couldn't remember from where.
Rin walked slowly through the deserted streets, only a few people walked around at this time of night. She could see very few cars passing by, but she saw that one of them picked up a prostitute that was leaning against a wall in the corner. The man didn't get out of the car when he picked her up, he just smiled and waved the money in her face and she nodded. The girl was small, wearing high heels to make her look taller. And make-up decorated her fair face, her blond hair was crumpled and fell around her small heart shaped face. Rin looked at her and wondered what happened to her for her to become a sex toy for money.
Rin wasn't sure if she pitied her or was upset with herself. Even Rin wondered sometime why she was upset with herself.
Well the answer was simple, she couldn't help them. No matter how hard she tried, she knew that trying to change their lifestyle would be like trying to change the world for the better, 100%. It wasn't possible, there would still be bad and people would still resort to these extremes for money. Sometimes when Rin saw them she would look at herself and wondered if she was becoming just like them, in the sense that she was displaying her body for someone who was immune to her curse so they could have sex with her. She may not love the guy but it would be essential for her in order to break the curse.
Was it the same or was it completely different? Rin didn't do it because she wanted to. But what about them, did that mean they did this because they wanted to too? Rin was no different from them, there were only a few differences but the reason was still the same. They needed it to save themselves. It always made Rin want to cry, cry for the unfortunate girls and for herself. But she couldn't change what had happened nor could she change what was going to happen, because they were on the same path with only different background stories. If Rin didn't have her dad or her brother, would she have ended up like them? Would she have sold herself for money to get rid of the curse or would she have kept the curse to make more money off of the poor suckers who came for her? There was no guarantee that she would have become one of them but one thing's for sure, she didn't become one. She was saved and she was protected by her family, the same torn up family that she loved dearly.
Rin was different from them, with the sense of having her family supporting her, leading her in the right direction even if she had to do something that she didn't want to do.
But in life, we have to do things that we don't want to do to do what we want. It was a famous philosophic line that her dad always told her. Rin was fortunate, she may have similarities to prostitutes, but she would never sell herself for money nor would she do it with a person she didn't love. Those were the difference between her and them.
Now she just hoped that her curse would be able to break. If not then she would be seeing boys of almost all ages cum in front of her and sadly that was also another difference between her and them. She had this curse since birth, she didn't know how she got it, only that she already had it. Her dad had told her that it was a curse that was inherited in the family and that there were other people with the same curse as her. The curse was split into five families, one to a demon family, two to two human families, one to a demon slayer family, and one to an unknown family. The curse was always bestowed on a female, if twins were born in the cursed family, then one of the twins would be taken away before they were old enough to understand that they had a sibling. The one with the curse would stay with the family and be taught to find a man that would help break the curse. And the other one would be taken to a distant relative with no children and be given to the couple.
When the twin with the curse found a man who helped break her curse, the curse disappeared. It was only until they would had a child that the curse came back to haunt them. The mother and father were no longer affected by the curse, because they were blood relatives. Distant cousins and other family members from the mother's side were also not affected by it. The father's side still got affected. So the fathers usually tend to become very overprotective of their daughter and if they have an older son or younger than the daughter, her brother would become pretty much her knight in shining armor, that was until she met the guy who would break the curse.
Rin didn't know much about the families with curses and what their curses were because it tended to change, but the curse always happened in the direct line of descendants. But she had a few childhood friends from school that said something about them also being cursed.
Her school was one of those schools that combined the humans with the demons. It was one of the very first schools that had always been co-ed. So when the demons finally came out of hiding, it only helped the school out in keeping their students from spilling the truth to their human friends and relatives. Of course, their parents knew but everybody else thought that it was a very hard to school to get into. So they paid no attention to the school, other than it was a school with a very good education and was very rich because it got donations from demons so their children could graduate.
Rin still didn't understand why the demons needed an education when they had already proven themselves superior to the humans in strength and intelligence. It must be because of the mentality that they felt that they didn't need to pass school because either they would inherit a major business or they were just too cocky that mommy and daddy would support them forever. Which could be possible because demons didn't need an education to get a job, their seniors taught them what they needed to do to be successful, but demons just to go to school for the hell of it and because they had nothing else interesting to do, now that they were out of hiding. They used to kill people for the hell of it and they used to be freer, but now that they could be blamed for a death of a human, their parents didn't want to risk losing the lives of their children.
And you know how stupid humans are to quickly blame a demon for killing a human when there were possibilities that a human killed them. The demons weren't stupid and they didn't want to risk a war with the humans because there were so little of them now and since humans had nuclear weapons, they could easily wipe themselves out but also take a few of their children that were half-demon or weak.
Rin sighed. There were too many complications in this world. And seeing them from her point of view, it kinda tired her out. She wished she was home in her bed, sleeping peacefully and not having to worry about the curse. But she wasn't and here she was wandering the streets. Rin waited next to a signal post, pushing the button to cross the street. She could just cross and she wouldn't get in trouble or have to be worry about a car coming. Rin looked around and saw no cars coming, she took a step. Suddenly headlights appeared on her left side. Rin's head snapped to that direction. The head lights were heading straight towards to her.
Fuck, I can't dodge, she thought. Even if she could have dodged she would have still gotten hurt because of how fast the car was going. She would at the very least get hit by the car on the leg. Rin closed her eyes, waiting for the impact from the car. Suddenly her feet left the ground and Rin gasped. She didn't feel pain, all she felt was a hot body and something very soft. She peeked through her tightly shut eyes, stunned at what she was looking at.
Rin's eyes widened behind her shades, she couldn't think nor could she remember how she got into his arms. Holding her in his arms was the best looking demon she had ever seen. His piercing golden eyes looked wildly at her, examining her face, checking for any injuries. Strips of purple marking decorated his lean fair face. His long silvery hair brushed against her cheek, it felt so soft that Rin thought that she was looking at an angel.
"Yume."
AN: So who do you think said it? Wait till next chapter to see. If none of you know, Japanese "Yume" means 'dream,' just a heads up. And if anybody wants to give me feedback or new ideas, feel free to tell me after all we're here to help each other to improve our writing. So please R&R.