Thank you, thank you!
I was afraid no one would like this, because I thought the first chapter might have the power to scare some people away... :/
Whatever! :D I'm still not a very good writer, but I'm sure a few readers like my weirdness!
-D.O.C
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Rin stared hard at the glinting building of glass and steel.
'I got you now...'
She smoothed her wind-blown hair, grimacing at the way the mid-back length tresses were twisted around one another viciously.
She had been trying to find time for this visit for a few months now, because her boss had been on her back for not showing.
She had also been confined to her bed each evening.
As soon as she got home from work, her body was thrown to the floor in a violent manner as memories took over her mind.
While it was good that her fits were now always after work, it was also cutting away her sleeping time.
And, not to mention, it was strange that her brain was waiting until after work to shut down.
Rin took a deep breath, and strutted into the building.
She stopped suddenly, grimacing as she plucked at the hem of her, extremely cheap, black business skirt. This place was way too nice to be wearing these... poor person clothes.
She went straight to the huge, marble-top desk in the middle of the enormous lobby, of which had walls completely lined with corridors, elevators, and glass doors.
This skyscraper looked a lot smaller on the outside...
"Um, excuse me."
A woman looked up from over her chic glasses. Obviously fake...
"May I help you."
The receptionist said her inquiry flatly, as if stating it instead of truly asking it.
"Um, yes... I need to be directed to a... restroom." Rin hastily made up an excuse.
If the Taishos were as intimidating as this female, there was no way she could burst in there and demand answers for her predicament.
"There is a chain restaurant three blocks north. You may use those facilities." The beautiful woman narrowed her cold brown eyes, tossing her straight, lower back-length, brown hair over her shoulder.
"Uh... Listen... I need to talk to Sesshomaru Taisho, but I can't go in there looking like this." Rin pointed to her mussed hair, the cheap, wrinkled clothing, the lack of makeup.
The woman remained rigid. "Taisho-sama cannot be approached by any bum off the street. He demands the utmost respect."
"But... I've been planning for months..." Rin's vision blurred with tears.
Would she ever find out where these visions were coming from? She could handle, at the very most, one more week without sleep, before she started losing what was left of her sanity.
"Hey now, don't start crying." The woman's voice lost it's frigidness. "Here, I'll show you the way, get you cleaned up." She took off the glasses and met Rin's eyes.
The smaller female nodded, letting the receptionist take her hand and guide her, like a child, to a bathroom, down a corridor from the lobby.
Once she made sure they were alone, the woman locked the door and smiled at the under-dressed visitor. "My name is Sango, by the way. You can call me that, if you want. But Mrs. Houshi works, as well."
"I am Rin." Sango nodded, committing the name to memory. "You're married? You only look a little older than me, though."
"Ah, Miroku Houshi became my husband only last month. I actually just came back today after our honeymoon."
"Oh. Congratulations!" Rin beamed at Sango, who was currently dumping the contents of her small handbag on the bathroom's porcelain counter. Designer makeup rolled about happily.
"I can't promise that you will get the chance to meet Sesshomaru, but I know for a fact that you'll never be able to if you look like this."
Rin shrugged, knowing it was the truth.
Her eyes were ringed with such dark circles, that people would believe she was recovering from a broken nose.
Her skirt was frayed at the hem, and her blouse was crinkled.
Her pantyhose had runs in them, while her shoes were scuffed and dirty.
"Okay. I'm going to help you. I don't know why, but I feel like your meeting is very important."
"It is." Rin's sorrowful gaze was all that was needed to make Sango completely cave.
"Oh, you poor girl! Something must be absolutely terrible! You look like you haven't slept in ages!"
"Three months." Rin sighed.
Sango made an apologetic noise in the back of her throat as she heard this, and started dabbing concealer on Rin's face, dusting flesh-colored power over it afterwards.
She lined Rin's eyes, applied mascara, and curled the lashes with her fingers. She smeared lip gloss on the younger woman.
"It's not the greatest, but it's good enough." Sango stated as took out a bottle of nail polish.
"What's that FORRRR?!" Rin finished her question with a squeal, catching herself on the counter, for the receptionist had taken her by the ankles and pried off her shoes.
"Living in an almost entirely concrete part of the city can be hell on shoes, so I always carry around black nail polish." She swiped at the scratches, pleased when the whitish scars were covered in a glossy coat, no trace of them left.
"Pantyhose. Lose. Now." Sango commanded. "Come on. I can tell you have the legs to go bare." She added when the other woman hesitated.
Rin peeled them away, tossing them in the trash. She pulled at Rin's red blouse, tucking it in the skirt tightly to rid it of wrinkles the best she could.
"Not my best work, but not bad." Sango commented, ripping through the tangled hair with a comb.
She surveyed Rin. "Not bad at all."
Sango packed up her make up and supplies, leading the way out of the bathroom, and back to the lobby.
"Okay, now, this is Taisho-sama's lunch hour, so he is free." Sango sat behind the huge desk and began typing away on the computer again. "However, he might not be too happy to have a visitor at the moment. And Inuyasha-san will be there, as well."
From the tone Sango said the name in, Rin could tell that she knew Inuyasha personally, therefore not using the same honorific as Sesshomaru's status demanded.
"You know them both?"
"I work for them, but Inuyasha was the Best Man at my wedding. Oh, Miroku, the accountant, might be there as well, in Taisho-sama's office."
Rin nodded, accepting the laminated pass that receptionist slipped over her neck.
"If you cause any trouble, and get me fired, I will get you." She growled as Rin walked away, following the directions given to her on a sticky note.
'Why should I be helping her?... But, she just looked so lost and tired. And she used Taisho-sama's first name, too. No one does that! Maybe they know each other?'
She shook her head slowly, going back to work.
If the Taisho brothers knew she had been slacking off, she'd lose her chance for that raise...
'Does she know what they are?'
Sango froze, unable to move as ice water ran through her veins.
'Did I just help a woman expose my boss and my friend?'
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Rin took a deep breath, stepping off the elevator and patting her hair.
She walked down the hallway, heels thudding dully against the plush carpet.
She stopped at the end of the hallway. There was still time to go back...
No.
She'd gone through a lot to get to this point, so many stares and scoffs from the workers on her way to the top floor...
She raised her hand, bringing it to knock hard against the large, frosted-glass pane of the door, which was labeled:
Taisho, S.
President
The door opened on smooth hinges.
"May I help you, ma'am?"
'I'd recognize that voice anywhere.' Rin raised her eyes to meet the chocolate brown ones above her.
"Are you Inuyasha? Taisho?"
The silver-haired man narrowed his eyes at her. "Yes... And who are you?"
'This is it. Stay strong. Stand tall, bitch!' "My name is Rin Tsukiko. And I would like to ask you a few questions."
"Are you from the news, or something? We don't take interviews. Especially not with parasites out to destroy our reputations." Inuyasha seemed to have this speech rehearsed.
"No, I'm not the press. I simply have a few, important, questions for you."
"Ask 'em now, then." Inuyasha sighed, starting to get annoyed.
"They are for your brother, as well."
The man's lip curled. "Why should I even give you the time of day?"
"I'm the one who has part of Kikyo Taisho's brain inside my skull." Tears sprung to her eyes. Why couldn't she do this?! Why was this so damn hard?!
Inuyasha's eyes seemed to be bloodshot all of a sudden, and he stepped aside to let her in. "S-Sesshomaru... she... had something to ask you."
He walked briskly away, clenching his fists as he disappeared into what appeared to be a restroom.
Rin looked around the gigantic office, which had an entire wall of glass behind the desk.
Two other men caught her eye, one eating take out while lounging comfortably on a huge, modern leather sofa in the corner, the other seated at the desk, simple, small bento box untouched in front of him.
"You had a question for me?" A deep tenor broke the silence as the man on the couch set his food on the low, glass coffee table in front of him.
The man stood and smiled at her as he walked towards the door.
"Miroku, take that filth with you. I am not your maid." The man's voice commanded coldly.
The raven-haired male, Miroku, sighed and retraced his steps to collect his discarded food. He walked out, closing the door softly behind him.
She could have sworn she heard him mutter, "Don't kill her." under his breath.
"Miss. Tsukiko. I am honored to make your acquaintance. What can I do for you?" Rin looked over at the man at the desk.
He had the same silver hair as Inuyasha, but his was shinier, less white, had more of a luster. It was tinted blue in the shadows, and gold in the light of the setting sun, which was outside the wall-sized window.
His eyes weren't chocolaty, like his brother's and hers, but were a darker color. Almost black.
His face looked like ceramic, pale, unblemished, perfect. Sculpted by a renowned craftsman.
'No markings...' "I want answers."
He smirked, pushing aside his bento. "... That wasn't a question, Miss Tsukiko."
"Why am I remembering things that I've never experienced?!" She ran to the front of the desk, planting her hands on the smooth surface.
"Are you well, miss? Would you like me to call your nurse?"
"I AM NOT CRAZY!" Rin shouted, leaning over the wide expanse of Sesshomaru's desk. "I saw Kikyo shoot Inuyasha through the heart with an arrow. I saw YOU come to free him!"
Something flickered in his eyes, but it was gone too fast for Rin to identify it. "You aren't well in the head. I will ask you to leave, before I escort you out myself."
"... You know what I'm talking about." That emotion flashed in his dark eyes again. "You do! YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"
Sesshomaru stood, walking slowly around the desk, until he was towering over her petite from. He leaned over, trying to smother her with his sheer presence.
"It would be wise to leave. Now." He said in a cold, deadly cold, voice.
Rin's eyes were drawn to his left cheek. There was something faint there. A rosy stripe across the razor-sharp cheekbone.
Without thinking, her hand shot out, swiping a finger across it. A streak of dark magenta appeared, on the path her fingertip had taken.
She gasped, eyes wide. "W-What...?"
"GET OUT!" Sesshomaru roared, his emotionless mask cracking, pure rage contorting his perfect features.
Rin backed away, slowly. "What... are you?"
He composed himself, cupping his cheek to hide it from her view. "I am a man with simple tattoos."
She looked at her index finger, seeing pale makeup covering the tip. "Why were you two alive back then?... WHAT ARE YOU TWO?" Rin screamed, backing against the wall.
Sesshomaru followed, looking her over. "Kikyo's reiki survived to lead you to us. Why?" He murmured, pinning her against the wall, scrutinizing her.
"Please... I won't tell anyone. Just please, don't kill me." She sobbed out, leaning farther against the wall and he began to investigate her throat.
He pulled back, sneering at her. "You are nothing special. Just a normal, pathetic human."
"Just... tell me what you are."
"I am not human. I am a demon. There. You have obtained the requested information, you may depart without any hindrance."
Rin stared at the tall man, vision blurring, room spinning as she promptly passed out.
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Okay! Another chapter posted. Hope you enjoyed!
-D.O.C
