Okay, Y'all know the drill, I do not own anyone from Rumiko Takehashi, which unfortunatly includes Sesshomaru.

Chapter 1

Three days later he found himself in a secluded forest in the middle of Vermont, quiet and surreal, the small cabin the car had taken him too seemed homey and peaceful as he brushed a few strands of his long silver hair out of the way and walked to the door. The hard maple walls of the house seemed real, something hardly seen where he grew up in the middle of New York, which was literally a concrete jungle. The forest was quiet, the sun slightly filtering in where the tree branches separated. He knocked after a few minutes of looking, his amber eyes cold and steely as he heard a feminine "coming" from the other side, and a girl who could not be more than twenty opened the door. Her big green eyes held his attention for a quick second, and she sighed, as she braced on arm on the side of the door as she gave him the once over.

"I guess you are the author mother sent, come on in" She said and swept her arm as if to lead him in. Her pale skin and chocolate colored hair complimented each other, along with the dark navy blue t-shirt she had on, along with a white pair of shorts, long legs appeared beneath them. Her hair was up in a messy bun, so he could not tell how long it was. "I am Aisling Taylor, and my guess is that you are Sesshomaru Taisho?" She asked in a tired manner. "Excuse the mess but I just woke up and hour ago" she said and led him into the spacious rustic living room, the kitchen was just over a counter and he could see a set of sliding glass doors that overlooked a lake view. She tried not to throw up at the intense feelings he was giving off. Stupid genes.

"Your mother is my editor?" He asked as he set down a bag and she sighed while yawning, hiding the fact that she was getting worse by the second.

"Our editor, she publishes my works as well Mr. Taisho, now may I direct you to your room?" She asked and he nodded, but wrinkled his eyebrows. It was quiet, too quiet.

"Okay then, well your room in to the left, and you are across from me, now you can look around if you want and if you need anything holler" She as she led him up the stairs and down the hall, opening the door to what was to be his room for a while. "I'll let you get unpacked and then give you the rest of the tour. Just watch out for my dog" Aisling told him before walking into the small library caddy corner to him, while he walked into his room. A huge king sized bed adorned the middle of the room, and it was made up in a silk quilt of dark blues and greens. The headboard and dressers had all been made out of the same kind of wood, and the door to his left opened up into the joint bathroom, which had been painted a light green and yellow, with a large marble bathtub and shower. Walking back into his room, he opened up one black cherry dresser and started to put his clothes in it. In went the jeans, the dress pants of navy, grey, and black, and the button up shirts that matched. A few cotton tee shirts were next to go in, along with his plain white dress shirts, and lastly went the socks and silk boxer shorts. He finished unpacking that and then out of his black leather briefcase, he pulled out his notebook, his dell laptop that held the information and writing for all of his stories, and he placed it on the desk that overlooked the forest view. Beside it he pulled out a picture of him and his six year old daughter Rin, back when it was just the two of them and Kagura was in Hollywood, but thanks to Annette, the bitch was back in NYC, with Rin.

Sighing he opened the door and walked into the hallway, only to find a wolf like dog laying in the middle of the hall.

"Watch out for Precious, she won't move" Aisling said from the library, her chocolate hair spilling down her back, to the small of it, where it slightly curved as she typed words onto her own lap top computer as he walked in, after stepping over the mutt. She was leaning over her computer, her navy shirt clinging to her breasts in a way that seemed comfy, not tight as his ex wife would wear it. She shut the computer off and spun around the swivel chair so that she faced him. "So, would you like the rest of the tour of the house, or would you like to go into town for a while, because I need to grab a few things for my computer and groceries." She asked as she put her hair back up.

He stayed quiet for a minute, as though he had not heard what she had said, and she sighed with a pout.

"Throw on a pair of swim trunks, you're going to town with me, and we are going the fun way. Be ready in five" She said as she stood up and walked to her own room, opening the door and slamming it shut. Too bad she could feel that he didn't want to go.

"Why would I need trunks to go to town" He asked through the closed door, this girl was random and confusing, and with him already pissed off, it only made it worse..

"Because we are jet skiing to town, because it is the easiest since it is right across the lake instead of the thirty minute drive. So your choices are either my speedboat or the jet ski." She called from inside as he grabbed the dark blue swim trunks from his own dresser drawers. Quickly stripping he got dressed as she walked out of her own room in a dark red bikini, and black flip flops. A pair of denim cut off, daisy duke shorts were unbuttoned on her waist as she bounded down the stairs. "You have all the right in the world to hate my mother, but don't hate me, I can feel it coming off of you in waves"

"Smart girl" He replied sarcastically as he walked down the stairs and she looked at him with cold emerald eyes.

"Empath" was her solemn reply. "You know what never mind, it would just be easier for me to go since you obviously don't want too. Now you can work on your writing if you want, but let it be known that you are mine once my mother retires, and I am even more of a vindictive bitch then she is." She said and slammed the door behind her as his cell phone rang. The caller ID told him that it was in fact, Annette Taylor. Oh goodie.

He picked up the blackberry and hit send, only to hear another voice that pissed him off on the other line.

"Has my daughter left in a huff yet?" She asked the reception was a little static, making her words sound fuzzy.

"Just did, what do you want Annette?" He asked as he flopped on the couch, the afghan that was resting on the top of it fell to the cushion beside him, the flannel resting on his thigh.

"One to let you know to watch out, Aisling is an Empath, and can feel everything people around her a feeling." She said softly and he groaned

"Already found that one out, next on the topic of discussion"

"What do you mean you already found that one out? What did you do?" She asked, he could now hear her fingers tapping on her desk at the other end of the line.

He sighed and heard the dog move around upstairs, as he thought of what to say, since he really did not do anything.

"Never mind about that, now what do you need to finish that wonderful scene you are working on?" She asked and he groaned.

"A hot stripper with a mind and intelligence." He said and she laughed at him, as her daughter came back, it had only been about five minutes, and she grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, arching her graceful neck back she took a swig, gulping it down.

"Nice try but the company won't pay for that." She said with a laugh. "Well do your best to get done, and shield yourself around Aisling, strong emotions can cause her to get sick" She said and with a click, Annette was off in NYC again, and her daughter, right there.

"I thought you were going to town" He said with a smirk and she growled at him

"There is a festival going on and that means too many unshielded feelings, so if you need me I am going to go work out in the basement gym. Have fun" She said and stomped out and down the stairs; this was going to be fun.