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Rin hurried and rushed out of bed the next morning while struggling to put on her shoes. So far her place was in order and no more boxes had to be unpacked. She was officially moved in and she loved it.
Just so that she could grab something to eat before dashing out the door, Rin popped two pieces of bread into the toaster, setting the temperature. She then quickly ran around the apartment, trying to assemble herself. When she was finally organized, that's when she smelled smoke. Oh, crap the toaster!
Rin ran to it, ejecting the two pieces of bread only to have them burnt to a crisp.
She groaned. "And I was planning on eating that too." But there was no time for complaining. She had to hurry. Fortunately Kikyo gave her directions so she was set to go and left.
Rin jumped into her car, and hit the pavement.
Minutes later she was at her destination, stopping in front of a colorful small store. In bright neon pink letters it said, "Paradise," in fancy, cursive lettering. Rin smiled at how the store already had a warm feel to it.
She killed the engine, getting out the car, and walking to the front door, pushing it open. A cool wave of air rushed to her, a pleasant fruity scent filled her nose. She inhaled deeply and then exhaled with a sigh.
Rin suddenly heard a giggle and saw Jakotsu coming from the back, wearing a stylish (yet somewhat manly) red dragon kimono. He wore red lipstick, and a school girl smile.
"You like what you see?" he said.
Rin smiled also. "Yeah, I do."
He giggled. "I meant the store, sweetheart."
Rin blushed. "Yeah, I like this too." She walked toward him, touching the fabric. "Where did you get this?"
"I made it," he said as if it were common. "So you're Kikyo's little sister, Rin right?"
She nodded her head. "Yeah. And you're Jakotsu."
"The one and only," he exclaimed.
"So what position do you have me on?" she asked.
"Store clerk," he answered. "Is that okay with you?"
Rin nodded her head. "Um...yeah it's fine."
"Alright then."
Jakotsu soon broke down the rules and regulations of the store, and then Rin was put to work. It wasn't long before customers began to stroll inside. Jakostu said that his store was well known with the young kids and teenagers--mostly girls because it was always up-to-date with the high fashions and accessories.
Rin was very helpful with the customers, always being paitent with them.
"I see that you're a natural," Jakotsu commented as they stacked clothes on the racks.
"Yeah, I just love kids," Rin said.
Jakotsu smiled and then tossed his head to the front of the door, signaling another female customer--one he saw came in very often. But something was different about her. Instead of a smile,she was crying.
"There you go, Rin."
She looked up and saw a little girl with pigtails and wearing a cool blue dress.
"You'll like her," Jakotsu said. "She comes in here alot." He nudged her forward. "You go and get this one, and I'll handle the rest of the store."
Rin gave him a look just before walking toward the little girl. "Hello sweetheart. My name's Rin. and what's your name?"
The girl gave her a tearful expression and never save her name.
"Well what's wrong? Why are you sad?"
She took in some shaky breaths and then said, "I lost my daddy."
"Oh, that's so sad," Rin said, knowing what it felt like to be lost and not know where her family was.
"Can you help me find him?" she asked.
Rin looked back at Jakotsu who only nodded his head. Rin silently mouthed, 'thank you,' and left with the crying girl.
"Okay so where should we start?"
The girl held up her finger, pointing. "Over there."
Rin smiled. "Alright."
They began their search.
It was a good thirty-five minutes and still there was no sign of the girl's father, until out of nowherw she yelled, "Daddy!"
The girl removed herslef away from Rin, running into the back of the man. And since his back was to her, Rin couldn't get a good look until he turned around, and to her surprise it was...Sesshomaru.
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MidniteHearts: Not much of a cliffhanger, but I wasn't really aiming for that anyway, but continue reading.