I do not own this anime/manga, a genius does.
Original story thought up by Palelight, but she gave it to me for handling.
WARNING: PLEASE STOP READING AT THE *0*, IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO MATURE/SEXUAL CONTENT
Story Dictionary:
docomo: NTT Docomo, mobile phone service.
Namako: type of slug from the sea. Edible
*In the story everyone is speaking Japanese, but translated. This, *, means that they are speaking English.
Sesshoumaru's view of His deceasing life:
Raindrops of peaches and the summer's tears of my contaminating smokes were a teaser from the thief.
The spider, hanging onto the window's gaping pane of glass, coiled into it's soaking web. Watery sobs dared it's habitat into extinction from the flooding lavatory.
I imagined the burden on the spider, but in all it would be such a sight for pleasure over the demeaning future smacking me in the face. Halting me like a barring red wall of separation made by the lineage of Asawa.
In all hell, why were the children of those two foolish couples being punished for something they did not sow?.
The lustful old hag and selfish old man's brat was my thief of life's medication.
Third View:
Sesshoumaru's still figure sat on the pearl stained counter while he simply inquired what must be done to rescue his pack. His back sat against the wide smoggy mirror of blinded images as he stared down at the cream tiling in a daze.
His formidable face turned in sectors until he faced the blurry window that gushed puddles inside the large bathroom.
'Cooled, juicy peaches dripped their sweet nectar down the mouth's biting force and moist lips '. The incessant smell plagued the house beyond the green tea hallways, but it oscillated as it became weaker and stronger to Sesshoumaru.
Like a rat's ridged, slithering tail, a tentacle of flesh reached through the window. The offensive limb flipped their rectangular,apricot orange mobile open with their soaked thumb. The screen flashed a show of colors that reflected of the pale skin. A tiny warped tune blasted through the frigid 11 o'clock air as a soaking head of black hair poked through the drafty window.
" DoCoMo!*" The phone mumbled out into the crisp, luscious air.
"YES! Okay!*" Rin shouted in victory. A cigarette split the index and middle finger of her right hand as she slowly edged her lanky neck and thin arms through the wet window.
"Are peeping and thievery hobbies of yours?" Sesshourmaru's sleek black, right, eyebrow raised at her.
Shaking shoulders were now through the peeling painted window sill. Rin's lips squeezed into a thin line and she retracted as she spotted the Taishou sitting on the counter. She slithered her head out of the window as if she camouflaged her skin to match the sanitary white walls.
Sesshoumaru caught the last remainder solid ligament of Rin.
" It is out of service," Rin flashed her white wide screen of her mobile in Sesshoumaru's eye. " I need to go home."
" Where are your parents?" Rin's skull and upper torso popped right back through the window as Sesshoumaru released her wrist like it was a namako ready to suck the brains of unsuspecting fish. Spray from Rin's uncovered mouth, as she sneezed, evaded Sesshoumaru and caught into the spider's dissipating threads.
" Incompetence only get you a fever in later hours."
Sesshoumaru slipped his way to the counter over the increasing puddling of the grounds. His sharp nails clinched around Izayoi's sterile, lavender porcelain cup and stocked his way to the spider. He cupped the spider from the web and lightly nudged it to release it's hold on the imperishable map of it's late work. It safely shivered it's way to the bottom of the cup not daring to wonder back out to the unexpected weather.
"Sorry, Mr Spider. May you live in prosperity and serenity." She clapped her hands together and squeaked out as she sucked in her affecting cold.
Sesshoumaru stared wildly at the spider in his envy. "I will let Izayoi find it later when it's weaved itself into the house's structure." He connected vision with the drenching girl to insure he was mentioning it to her. The safety cage floated back to the counter while the spider idly sputtered itself out into the bright world of bathroom lights.
His hand swiftly grabbed the dissolving cigarette from Rin's free hand. She was engulfed into her mobile as beeping made streams of noise through the refreshed stale air.
Rin glanced back up to the odd character with the familiar scents that hung in clouds from her borrowed clothing. She reached back down to the now crumpled, smashed, and damp pack of Sesshoumaru's warnings. Her hand disappeared through her smog encrusted shirt to pull out a partially moistened stack of matches. Puffs of smoke rolled in circles out of her drying lips as she sucked on the lethal stick as if it would dry her to the bone.
Sesshoumaru was too busy in the ecstasy cloud he smoked out of the filtered, vanishing, mortality he held. He wavered the impotent "lady" to crawl inside from overflowing the pooling restroom.
Rin stepped onto the toilet seat backwards as she held her bag of sopping materials and her mobile with cigarette in the other hand. The window's hinges shrilled as it lowered down to it's place in the house's wall.
"Take off my clothes." He demanded as he unbuttoned his formal shirt and starched pants.
" No thank you." She bowed as he pulled off his arid white top off his developed arms.
"I'm not asking. I'm telling you, so I can go dry my drenched clothes." He set the dull shirt on the counter for Rin to take when she would finally decide to obey. His back to her as he her wet kilograms slid down to the cold tile.
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