Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine T.T

Bad author, I know. But hopefully this makes you smile and forget that you're mad at me for taking so long! This was inspired by one of you lovely reviewers who requested Sesshomaru's version of the last chapters, so voila!

Rin chewed her lip nervously as she sat in the rickety velvet settee, her fingers tapping on her lap.

"Alright Ms. Nakamura, you are officially enrolled in History 2114," the middle-aged woman smiled as she looked up from the computer, "Congratulations."

Rin smiled back politely, "Uh, thanks."

"Of course. The history of Japan is full and vibrant. A young woman such as yourself should find it very interesting."

"Er... yeah. I hope so," Rin lifted her backpack onto her shoulder, "I better get going, I have class in ten minutes."

"Alright Ms. Nakamura," the woman stood up and extended her hand, "Have a good day."

"Thanks!" Rin shook her hand politely, "You too." She sighed as she opened the glass door, walking out into the crowded hallway. "The history of Japan," she muttered, reading over her class schedule until it was ingrained into her memory. "Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday." Gosh, she hoped that it was interesting. Why oh why did she have to take electives anyways? She continued walking, her gaze set on the yellow page, unknowingly walking into something warm and hard. She let out a squeal as she promptly fell onto her backside, the paper landing on top of her chest.

"Are you alright?" A male voice came above of her, his smell dizzying, electrifying.

"Huh?" Rin's head cocked to the side, but in doing so, knocked her head against that someone's chin. "Oh," Rin groaned, rubbing her forehead, "Ouch." She moaned, her gaze falling upon a pair of grey sneakers, "Oh my gosh! I'm sorry," she stumbled to gather her notebooks that spilt out of her bag, "I'm so sorry."

The man grimaced as he pulled back, rubbing his chin, "It's fine," he muttered, holding out his hand, "Here, let me help you up."

Rin blushed as she took his hand, it was warm and lightly calloused. She swallowed nervously as she peaked up to look at him, her heart nearly stopping as he pulled her up, "Th-thanks..." she murmured, her voice trailing off. "I didn't mean to walk into you. I guess my head was in the clouds. You know, school starting this week and stuff, you know?"

He smirked, "It happens to the best of us."

"Uh-huh," her voice was strained as her eyes travelled up and down. Whoever he was, he was undeniably the best looking man she had ever laid her eyes upon. His hair was shiny and silver, his features sharp and well-defined. His eyes were breathtaking, a stormy mix of amber and gold. He was certainly tall and from her spot on the floor, she estimated that he was well over 6 feet. He wore a black sweater that looked oh so soft and revealed his oh so toned upper body, and slim navy jeans that probably cost more than her own entire outfit. Gosh, who knew someone could look so good? "Um, thanks again," she mumbled, averting her gaze from his, "Uh, I have to go... class... and stuff." She bowed her head, "Thanks for helping me up!" she squeaked as she ran to her next class.

The man raised his brow, bending down to pick up the yellow sheet of paper the girl had forgotten. "History of Japan, hn," he walked into the office from which the girl had walked out of, folding the sheet into his pocket.

"Sesshomaru, this better be an easy ass class," Kouga muttered as he walked through the labyrinth of desks towards the back.

"It is, don't worry," Sesshomaru replied, not taking any notice to the myriad of whispers that came about as they walked past. "Is that him? Squee!" "He's so hot!" "Yeah, but so is his friend!" "Oh my god, it's actually him!"

"Heh," Kouga rolled his eyes as he set his backpack down, unbuttoning his black jacket, "I could have taken art with Ayame. Just so you know."

"Yes Kouga, I am fully aware that you could have taken that class with your girlfriend. For that, I am forever grateful." His reply was laced with sarcasm, his eyes trained on the door. Girl with red hair, not her. Boy with a horrid fashion sense, not her. Girl in a kitten sweater and muffin top, definitely not her. Girl with brown hair, pink shoes, her? No. Not her. Damn.

Kouga snorted, pulling out his laptop, "Whatever man. One day you'll be just as whipped as I am and then who'll be laughing? Me. That's who."

Sesshomaru rolled his eyes, looking down to check his Rolex, "And is it worth it?"

Kouga grinned wolfishly, holding up two fingers, "Pussy every fucking day and she bakes me cookies. What more could a man want?"

Sesshomaru scoffed, playing with his pen while they waited for the class to start. Where is she?

"Hello class," an elderly man called out as he dawdled into the classroom, his cane slowly dragging behind him, creating black streaks onto the white linoleum tiles, "And welcome... to Feudal Japan!" He clapped his hands furiously, the lights turning off, sounds of thunder pounding through the aging sound system, the flickering of two lanterns near the chalkboard casting shadows overhead. "Now, the year is 1185..."

Kouga groaned as he slouched into his seat, "What the fuck man? What is this shit? He's wearing a fucking yukuta."

"Hn," Sesshomaru was equally as irritated, narrowing his eyes as he tried to make out the words the professor wrote on the chalkboard. Was that an I or a T?

"Gomen," a soft voice came from the front. Sesshomaru looked up and smirked as he spotted a small brunette sneak into the front row, where she settled in the desk closest to the door. So she's here.

Kouga starred back at his friend in disbelief, shaking his head, "You fucking perked up."

Sesshomaru growled, turning his head, "What?"

"I said you fucking perked up." Kouga smiled broadly, resting his head against his palm, "You made me take this fucking class so you could hook up with that orange-sweater chick didn't you? Fuck that's smart. Wait until Ayame hears about this. The all-mighty Sesshomaru Takahashi, self-proclaimed ice-prince, fell for a girl with a fucking side-ponytail."

Sesshomaru growled, kicking Kouga's chair, "Shut up," his tone was deadly as he spoke.

"Whatever man, I'm just glad you're finally getting some action." He laughed, writing his notes with ease, "Maybe that stick up in your ass will finally go away."

Sesshomaru snarled, breaking his pen in two. Calm. Think calm thoughts. "If you don't shut up I'll tell Ayame what happened at Miroku's party last week."

Kouga sputtered, "What? Come on man, that hippo was huge as fuck. You know that I did not have any intentions on getting it on with her. Fuck! She was so hammered and so fucking horny! Do you know how hard I tried to get away? Plus, she was so huge that I had to get Miroku and your idiot brother to haul her off of me."

Sesshomaru smirked as he remembered the night, folding his arms, "At least we agree on one point."

Kouga cocked his head, "That your brother's an idiot?"

"Hn."

Kouga sniggered as he watched Sesshomaru rush up to the front, but once again, was too late. The girl in the orange-something had already left the room, hell the building, leaving only pencil shavings on her desk. "This is pathetic," Kouga shook his head, trailing behind Sesshomaru as he walked to the front of the classroom. "It's been three months. Three months and you haven't even spoken with her."

Sesshomaru frowned, shrugging on his navy blue wool coat. Kami, she was fast.

"Where are your balls? You're Sesshomaru fucking Takahashi. You could have any girl. A-n-y. And you can't talk to her? I don't get it." He held up his hands in disgust, "I just don't get it."

Ayame smiled as she met them by the door, tucking her hand into Kouga's, "I think it's sweet." She laid her head against Kouga's shoulders, thanking him as he took hold of her school bag, "He's so enchanted by her that he can't even speak."

Sesshomaru rolled his eyes, "She comes into the classroom the very last minute and then bolts the minute it's over. When would I ever talk to her?"

"I don't know. Skip class and wait for her by the door? Just man up." Kouga smirked, throwing his arm around her shoulders, "And FYI, Ayame's staying over tonight. Her roommate's having some kind of group meeting all-nighter thing for their psych class."

"Great," Sesshomaru muttered, stuffing his hands into his coat pocket, "Fucking great." Ayame sleeping over was synonymous for loud, noisy sex. Kami, how he loathed nights like that. "I'll see you guys later," he said, walking to his next class.

Later that night, after finishing a thirteen page essay for one of his classes, Sesshomaru leant against his leather seat, starring up at his vaulted ceiling. He took off his headphones, the dull pain of having plastic shoved into his ear for six straight hours resonating within. He let out a deep exhale, relishing in the flood of relaxation that eased the strain caused by writing that horrid paper. "Thank fucking god that's over," he muttered, quickly typing up an e-mail to his professor and attached the essay. In a moment his nightmare was over, and he lifted himself off of the leather seat. He rubbed his neck in an attempt to rid himself of the aching knots, unbuttoning his shirt with his free hand.

"Yes! Oh!" A female voice pierced the once quiet penthouse, Sesshomaru's body tensing in response. He growled as he began to hear the moans, the grunts, the screams of pleasure. "Fuck," he cursed, glaring at his door.

"Baby! Yes! Harder, ungh!" He pinched his nose, annoyed; it was past midnight and he had classes the next day at eight-thirty. Why in seven hells did they have to be so loud?

"Yes! Kouga-kun! Uhn!"

Correction, he thought bitterly, why did she have to be so loud? Sesshomaru clenched his fists, now hearing Kouga's sounds of pleasure. "Yes baby, fuck, like that. Fuck!"

"Damnit," he tossed back on his shirt, throwing over his black Lacoste sweater overtop. There was no way in hell that he was staying here. Not when they were furiously going at it like teenagers who just discovered the art of sex.

Furious, he grabbed his coat and gym bag, slamming the door to his room. He made his way down the stairs, grabbing his keys before leaving through the double doors. He took the stairs to the car park, where he jumped into his black SUV. He glared at his dashboard as he started the vehicle, the neon lights screaming to him that it was 12:50 am.

"Fucking Wolfe," he growled, speeding off to the gym. Four minutes later he arrived, opening his trunk to grab his bag. He locked the doors and walked through the building, stuffing his headphones back into his ears. He held out his ID for the girl at the front, not bothering with the mundane chit-chat about the stress wrought by midterm season.

His nose scrunched up distastefully as he walked in towards the dressing room, keeping his gaze set in front of him. He blocked out the sweaty men and women with their nauseating scents of cologne, perfume and body odor. He quickly changed into his workout clothes, tying his hair up in a ponytail before he walked through the labyrinth of elliptical machines, treadmills, and stationary bicycles. He hopped onto a rowing machine and began his typical routine of twenty minutes here, ten minutes at the pull-up bar, free-weights, twenty minutes at the treadmill, and then he'd head home and pray to Kami that his roommate and his girlfriend were done with their own workout.

However, something happened that day as he walked past the cardio machines, something that didn't follow his normal routine; he spotted her. She was running on the treadmill, headphones in her ears, wearing an orange hoodie and black shorts that hugged the perfect curve of her bottom. He smirked, feeling her gaze following him as he walked up to the chin up bar. Through the corner of his eyes he watched as she watched him, slowing down her pace on the treadmill, and her near tumble when she stopped running altogether. He chuckled to himself, bringing his head up and past the bar; so maybe Kouga and Ayame going at it like rabbits wasn't a bad thing after-all.

"Come on man, you've basically been in your room for two weeks. It's fucking pathetic. Just come with me to Miroku's! You've been studying all fucking week for this exam. Just get laid, de-stress, and you'll be set for tomorrow morning."

Sesshomaru rolled his eyes, looking over to Kouga who sat on top of his bed, "No."

"She might be there!"

Sesshomaru contemplated for a moment, was it truly plausible? Could she actually be there? "Fine."

"Yeah?" Kouga jumped up and slapped his knee, beaming happily, "Awesome man, I'm going to change into something else so wait for me by the door ok?"

"Hn," Sesshomaru groaned, glancing over at his clock. It was nearly midnight, on the night before his exams no less, and he was going to Miroku's for a party. How in the hell did he let Kouga talk him into this?

Twenty minutes later, Sesshomaru found himself regretting to agree to come to this party. He stifled a yawn, waiting for the girl in front of him to finish her rant. "Yeah, so like we went to Greece and it was so awesome. Like, Kimi was wearing this hideous Gucci mess, and Lee and I were totally laughing about it later. Major faux-pas. Like, she looked like a fish! No joke," her laugh was nasally, her red-painted nails clutched tightly into his arm, "You totes should have been there. Everyone who was anyone was there. Not the new money though, they're a bit classless don't you think?" She cackled, delighted with her own joke, "But maybe you'll be there next time, right?" She flipped her luscious red locks, batting her long eyebrows seductively, "We could you know, go halfsies on the lovers suite."

"Hn," Sesshomaru grunted, finding her shrill voice tedious and nerve-racking, and began to look for a way out. He scanned the room for any familiar face, smirking as his gaze set upon a certain silver-haired man. "I'd like to introduce you to someone," he murmured, steering her towards the man who was currently trying to hit on, though unsuccessfully, a tall brunette. She wore a slinky gold dress, her shiny black hair to her waist, her tanned body glistening with sparkles.

"Inuyasha," he greeted, holding back his urge to sneer distastefully at his half-brother's outfit of choice - a red suit of all things - and held out his hand, "This is Yuri." He detached himself from her firm grasp, thanking Kami that he was finally free, "Why don't you bore him." He promptly left the threesome, weaving through the rooms until he reached the front door. Kami, he thought, thank god he didn't have to deal with her anymore.

"Yo, man!" Miroku's voice called through the foyer, "Where are you going? Didn't you and Kouga just get here?"

Sesshomaru growled, pulling on his coat, "Perhaps you've been slapped around so many times that you've become an vacuous imbecile and have failed to come to the realization that I'm leaving."

Miroku snorted, sipping his beer, "If I hadn't known you for thirteen years I'd be insulted. But since I do, I'm truly flattered. I do believe that's the longest sentence you've ever spoke to me."

Sesshomaru rolled his eyes, fishing for his keys in the crystalline bowl by the door, "Hn."

"What I want to know," Miroku sang out, leaning against the tall floral arrangement, "Is why you dumped that chick, who we both know was down for a good time, onto your brother."

"Half-brother."

"Whatever. Either way you just turned down pussy. And not easy pussy - she's a Hirai. Sure she's a high-class, frigid bitch if you ask me, but she's not easy. If anything, she was certainly warming up to you. I believe that her lovely friend in that delightfully purple mini skirt called it a match made in heaven?"

"Hn," Sesshomaru placed his hand onto the handle, pushing out, "Anything else?" He asked sarcastically, "Perhaps you'd like to comment on the weather?"

"No." Miroku grinned, folding his arms, "Just tell me her name."

Sesshomaru froze, "What?"

Miroku laughed, clapping his friend's back, "That's what I thought. Go get 'em tiger. You're a fucking beast. I just hope that she can handle your cold but great ass."

Sesshomaru played with his keys, half-in shock and half-in disgust by Miroku's comments. "Thanks," he muttered, walking out of the grandiose mansion. He stuffed his hands into his jeans, glancing back at the pulsating lights and music that came from the ballroom. What the hell did that girl do to him? Here he was, leaving a party at 12:40 because of her. Her and her stupid orange colored everything, her big doe eyes, her angelic voice, her legs, and her ass. Her perfect little ass. Kami, did he mention her eyes? How she looked like a deer caught in headlights? She was so small, so fragile, so... "Fuck it," he murmured, punching his key into the ignition; he was going to speak to her today if it was the last thing he did.

Sesshomaru held out his ID, feeling the adrenaline rush through his system. "Quick question," he spoke low, eyeing the boy's name-tag, "Souta. Did a girl walk in here with long black hair?"

The boy at the counter blinked, "Uh... well a lot of girls have long black hair. It's Japan. But I don't know man, maybe? There's only four people in the gym right now anyways."

He growled, annoyed with the boy's answer, "Never mind then." He pushed through the glass doors, scanning the gym for any sign of the mystery girl. Fat guy doing sit-ups on a yoga mat. Girl with blonde hair on the treadmill. Guy doing pull-ups, but by the looks of it, unsuccessfully. Damn. She's not here.

"Hi!" Sesshomaru raised his brow, that voice! He looked down, smirking as his gaze settled on her. She wore a green peacoat overtop her peach sweater and leggings, her brown leather boots dusted with the remnants of the fresh snowfall.

"Hi," he replied, noting that her cheeks were red, though he was unsure whether it was from the cold or from talking to him.

"Uhmm, it's... it's, it's getting kinda chilly outside, isn't it?" She stuttered, her brown eyes wide and cautious.

"Indeed it is," he smirked, hell, maybe he even smiled. He pulled off his beanie, thanking Kami that he followed his gut and went to the gym.

"The gym."

He quirked his brow, the statement certainly unexpected, "Yes. This is the gym." This girl, he thought, there was something about her that was... different.

"Oh my god," the girl hid her face in her hands, mortified, "I'm so sorry." And then, just like that, she was gone.

Sesshomaru blinked, running his hand through his hair, "Damn." Well that didn't turn out as expected. He shrugged, unfazed, well at least he finally talked to her, he thought, walking towards the men's locker room. He changed into his typical gym attire and headed back out. His eyes swept over the gym, looking for any signs of the girl-he-now-spoke-to-so-was-not-as-mysterious. "Nothing," he muttered, jumping onto a treadmill. He put in his headphones to drown out the background music, the whirring of the machines, and the voices from the TVs.

An hour later he found himself in front of the mirrored-wall, lifting free weights. Through the corner of his eye he spotted a certain girl walk hesitantly towards the water fountain, to which he stood conveniently beside. He smirked and quickly went in line, just in time for the girl to stand behind him. When the girl in front of him finished filling her water bottle he stepped back and gestured towards the fountain, "After you."

"Huh?" The girl nearly jumped out of her own skin, shooting up to look at him, "Oh, uh thanks," she mumbled, leaning down to drink some water, but by doing so, exposed her pert bum. He couldn't help but smirk, admiring the way that the spandex fitted perfectly over her lace trimmed underwear. "Uhm, thanks again," she whispered, stepping back.

He nodded, it's now or never. "You're in my history class."

"Uh, yeah." She blushed, nervously playing with her hair. Kami, he loved it when she blushed. It led him to wonder if only her cheeks became red when she was flustered...

"And you study at the gym?" He spotted the familiar textbook in her hands. So she's academic. Another plus; he was sick of the air-headed socialites.

"Huh?" She looked down, almost as if she forgot that the textbook was in her hands, "Oh. Yeah." She tucked her bangs to the side as she spoke, "The exam's soon."

"Indeed it is," he bent down to take a sip, finding himself parched. "Are you majored in history?"

She snorted, shaking her head, "No." She played with her bracelet, "Not at all."

He chuckled lightly, continuing their conversation. In the short span of three minutes he found out that she majored in botany, her ears were pierced twice, she had a nervous habit of biting her bottom lip, and that she blinked twice as often when she was thinking. Soon he found himself looking down into her brown doe eyes, a mere two inches from her petite form. He ached to hold her, to touch her skin, to see if it was truly as soft as he thought it to be.

"Yo, you two going to make out or can I get some fucking water?"

And just like that the moment was gone and tragically, so was she. Sesshomaru growled, irritated by the man's interruption. "Was that truly necessary?" he hissed, narrowing his eyes in disgust at the meathead and his Ed Hardy attire.

The meathead's response was a mere grunt, moving his bulky frame towards the fountain. "I was fucking thirsty, so sue me pretty boy."

Sesshomaru glared back at him, knowing he could snap his non-existent neck in two. He cursed, fuck it, I'm better than him, he thought, and ran over to the locker rooms to grab his gym bag and coat. He was going to take Kouga's advice and "man up". He pushed through the doors of the gym, checking the snow-covered ground for evidence of fresh footprints. When he found none he leant against the brick wall, waiting. His phone buzzed and he pulled it out, checking through the messages he had amassed during his impromptu trip to the gym.

'Yo man, where the fuck are you? Hippo chick is here again and Ayame is about to start a fight with her. I need your help!' - Kouga

'Dude, what the fuck? That red-haired bitch was a fucking nightmare! Why the fuck did you try and sick her on me? Fuck you bro.' - Idiot

'Uncool. You left. If it was to study for your fucking exam I'll kill you. But if it's because you're boning some chick, then bravo.' - Kouga

He rolled his eyes, deleting the remaining messages in his inbox from his idiotic brother and roommate. He looked up when he heard the sounds of the doors open, nearly smiling, "There you are." He walked over to her, placing his phone in his pocket, "Are you going to make it a habit of running away from me?"

"I..."

He wrapped his hand around her arm, knowing that if he didn't, she would have run. "Stay," he murmured, smirking when he felt her relax and mutter her response. "Do you live on campus?" he asked, grabbing ahold of her textbook. He looked to her for confirmation, noting that she wasn't very good at communicating verbally when she was nervous, "Very well. I'll walk you to your dorm." He began to walk, but three paces in he looked back and noticed that she stood rooted to her original position. He raised a brow, amused, "Are you coming?"

"I..." she stammered, hesitating, scuffing her heeled boot against the snow, "I don't even know your name."

Ah yes, stranger danger. "Sesshomaru."

"Rin," she tried to compose herself, tried to stop that incessant blush from reappearing, "My name is Rin."

He chuckled to himself, "Rin." Companion. Her name means companion. He shook his head, it seemed the gods were laughing today, "Very well Rin, to your dorm." He held her hand, it was so small in his, but it felt right. She felt right. Soon enough they were in front of her dorm, and he knew that he had to leave a lasting impression on her. And so he did, he turned to face her, watching as her pupils dilated, her pulse quicken, her lips part, and kissed her. Finally, after three long months of waiting, he felt her soft, luscious lips upon his. She moaned pleasurably, her arms wrapped around his neck, her small hands tangled in his hair. His hold on her tightened, lifting her petite frame off the gravel pathway.

"Sesshomaru," she whispered when they parted, her hair tussled, her lips swollen, her cheeks red, "I..."

It was too tempting, her lips were calling to him as he set her down, "I'll see you tomorrow night," he promised, placing a final kiss upon her lips, silencing her speech. He turned to leave, only for his coat sleeve to be lightly tugged upon.

"Wait!" Her voice was jittery, her eyes bright and jubilant, "By tomorrow night at seven, do you mean tomorrow as in Tuesday or tomorrow as in actually tonight, considering it's technically already Monday?"

He laughed, Kami she was delightful, "Tonight then," he walked back to her, wrapping his arm around her waist, "Have a goodnight Rin," he murmured, kissing her cheek.

She looked back up at him, her cheeks still flushed, "Ok," she whispered, watching as he left. She waited mere moments until she squealed with joy, running around her dorm, "HOLY SHIT!"

Sesshomaru turned back around and chuckled, watching as she ran around the lamppost. He was certainly impressed with her gymnastic abilities, watching as she flung herself off into a cartwheel.

"Thank you Kami!" She giggled and twirled with the falling snowflakes, her midnight hair sprinkled with white drops of snow.

He smiled, tucking his hands into his pants. She was different, he thought, and if anything, he was definitely looking forward to tonight.

xoxo

paizley