AN: I'm back! I know, I know: I haven't updated in forever! But after a great Christmas Break, I finally introduce you to Chapter 9! ^_^ Again, thank you all so much for your reviews! I really appreciate the support and kindness *hugs all my reviewers* I love you all so much! ^_^ And sorry for the delay! ^^;;

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THE MAID: CHAPTER 9

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The next day rose in the midst of a sunny morning. Everyone woke up again bright and early in the wait for the day that was about to come. Breakfast was a mere delight and the dessert was just too perfect to be existent.

Miroku woke up around noon to only notice that he missed breakfast... again... [Poor guy.]

He showered, brushed up his hygiene, and walked out the door with a plea of food in his mind. He went down and greeted the family with his usual mumble of "Hey, y'all..."

Everyone would greet him sweetly and then he went to the library and tried to concentrate on the English report he supposedly had to work on during summer. He kept looking for ideas to write about, but his mind was truly empty of any notions or wisdom.

So finally noticing that this was totally useless, Miroku closed that cursed 1,000-paged literature book and decided to look out the window for relaxation. But immediately when he laid eyes downward, he saw this faerie- like beauty walking lively towards the garden and watering the plants with a child-like grin in her face.

His eyes squinted as he looked at the young girl's hair tumble down whenever she bent down and pulled a weed or two. He looked at her brown eyes as she strained with might and her gentle hands pulled out the cursed little things with an almost arousing mercilessness. Miroku looked on down Sango's figure, he too proud to admit that she was unlike anything he had ever seen before. It was almost as if she wasn't a maid at all. It was impossible...

She was something out of this world. She just had to be...

Such a beautiful girl with an almost luminous presence in her face. Nonetheless, there she was pulling weeds like an old hag. But she wasn't even frowning. Not a single intimidation of annoyance or irritation! It almost seemed as if she actually enjoyed doing this!

He fastened his ponytail and licked his dry lips with a very shallow heart in his chest. He didn't want to admit that he was attracted to the maid. He couldn't stand the fact that he fell for her... He never thought this would happen. I mean, sure he groped the girl and apologized afterwards. But if he confesses this unconditional love, will she cower away from him? Will she do something ungodly?

He kept looking at her face as she rose and allowed the sunshine to brighten her face. She slowly opened her eyes as she looked towards Mr. Inutaisho's property; acres of grass, trees, and flowers spread on for miles on end. She put her hair behind her ear and sighed deeply, as she let strands of her hair flow on and following that wind's path. She shook her head and wiped away the sweat on her forehead.

She saw the flowers leaning towards the wind's current. She bent down to smell them and sighed as she let the aroma enter her lungs with utmost delight. The wind blew her hair around and about, making her seem holy.

Miroku now stood behind a tree as he looked at Sango breathing in the scent of flowers beholding her. He was captivated in the moment, wishing that this feeling he burndened would go away soon. But then as he kept looking at her, he saw her suspicious eyes find his. She trailed her glance upon his face as the trees added the effect that he was perhaps a man that traveled from afar with a message to give in his hand.

She looked at him as he stood there with his jeans and his black polo shirt. His feet were bare, and his eyes pressed on towards hers. She couldn't help but widen her eyes with fear and stand up tall and obedient- like.

Sango noticed then confused gaze he pressed towards her as she again bent down and grabbed her work utensils in the bucket. She slowly stood up again as her eyes were stuck on his with an almost addicting sense of craze.

Miroku stood there under the shadow of the leaves, watching Sango closely as she walked away from the garden with eyes on him. He knew she was scared out of her wits. He knew that she was just at the verge of going crazy, just like himself. She didn't run away; she kept on walking. He moved around the tree to keep his eyes on hers. Her angelic footsteps made his senses bounce around like sparking atoms.

She arrived at the door to go inside and she just stopped... She couldn't see why in hell's name was happening. Why was her master outside looking at her behind a tree? Last time she checked, this was something called 'illegal' and or 'forbidden'.

This wasn't allowed...

They could get in trouble, she could lose her job, and her father wouldn't have the money to pay the medical bills... He could even die of the cursed leukemia... but she couldn't allow that to happen. This had to stop now.

She turned her head away from him, and left the poor guy alone in the presence of his own confusion. My god, what was he going to do? He deeply sighed as he crumbled upon the ground, as if he had just been shot with a made-up bullet of evil.

He didn't want to admit it, but he knew it was wrong if he didn't. This girl had been in his mind ever since he saw her.

He loved the girl... no matter if it hurt him inside. He loved her, and his humanity was paying the price...

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Around 1:00 am at night, Kohaku woke up without sleep and decided to jump into the shower for a few minutes. He washed his hair, his face, and cleaned all the dust off his hands, arms, and the rest of his body.

The bathroom was steamed up, and fogginess was all that captured his eyes. He turned off the shower and wrapped the towel around his waist.

He dried himself up and put on his usual boxers and white shirt. His hair was soaking wet and loose around his face. He brushed his teeth and came out to find the surprise of life...

"Hey, there."

Kohaku immediately froze when he saw a stunning figure sitting on his bed with a smile in her face and a lust in her eyes. The young girl looked up and down at her prey and smirked at him with her hands leaning towards the bed and her legs crossed.

"I'm quite a shocker, aren't I?" Rin asked as she stood up in her thin- strap dress while her hair plumped heavily under her shoulders. She walked towards him like a tigress, and he backed away with fear filled in his façade.

"Why are you so scared?" She closed in on him and began caressing his face, her fingers sending nerves of ache of surprise and passion through his body. "Don't be scared, Kohaku-sama. I'm not leaving you just yet..."

Her face was closing in on his by the second, and all Kohaku could do was just allow her to touch his chest and caress his arms. He could admit to us any day that he wasn't enjoying this at all, but he couldn't do anything in fear that he might get fired.

"P-please don't d-do this," he pleaded nervously as her fingers started reaching for his boxers' straps. "I don't want any p-problems to occur, ma'am..."

Rin giggled as she saw the freckled-faced boy stutter. He was such a handsome little thing, and she finally had him where she wanted. And as a bonus, he was in his boxers and shirt. At least it saved her the hassle and work...

"I know that, silly," she whispered, "that's why you're going to hush up... and do as I say..." Kohaku didn't want to do this. Sure it was true that she was beautiful and rich, but she just wasn't that girl he was eyeing on. She was too flirtatious and she wore way too much pink. He was still having nightmares each day he came out of her room folding her pink tank tops and her pink halter tops and et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

"I've been keeping my eye on you for quite sometime, boy," Rin smiled, "and each time I glance at you, you make me go nuts..."

Kohaku couldn't resist but to sweat. Because think about it: a crazy girl is on top of you wearing a thong and trying to reach inside your boxers and shirt. And what was worst was that this girl was the one that fired him or not. So if he resisted, he'd get fired; but if he went along, he'd still get fired anyway.

So he was now in a very nasty knot... And just when she lied on top of him, her lips were so close to his that he could smell her perfume all over the air.

"Why are you so scared of me, Kohaku-sama?" Rin asked softly, "am I really that scary-looking?" She passed her hands through his broad shoulders, his hands shaking with fear as her eyes closed in on his. Her forehead rested against his, and she leaned more and more to his face...

And before they knew it, their lips were pressed. They were officially kissing, and Kohaku was now confused of what to feel: happiness and joy or freakiness and anxiety?

He felt her tongue enter his mouth, and her hands caressing his stomach and chest. Immediately by impulse, Kohaku interrupted the moment, and grabbed her arms with a fragile grasp in his hands. He was out of breath after he tried to stand up. The young girl looked at him confusedly, as if it was originally Kohaku who asked her to kiss him.

"I don't want any problems," Kohaku said, "please leave now. This isn't right..." Kohaku walked towards the door and opened it for her, a fear and desperation for her departure in his eyes.

A servant? Telling her to leave a room inside her own home?! Who did he think he was, bossing her around like this? She was Rin! She was the boss!

NOT HIM!

But nonetheless, she decided to bottle up her anger for now, because she didn't want to bring him to hell just yet. She then rose up from the bed and inhaled deeply with her fists tight.

She stopped in front of him and tapped his chest with her finger, looking at him with a menacing gaze.

"You'll regret doing this, bitch," she hissed at him, "you just 'til tomorrow. It's not going to be pretty..."

The last thing Kohaku remembered was hearing the door slam and feeling his knees weaken. He was now in deep doo, wasn't he? He knew now that tonight was his last night at the mansion. He was surely going to get fired...

He just knew it...

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It was finally night time, and Inuyasha wasn't able to get any sleep. He went to the kitchen to get something to drink only to find someone in there before him. He opened the fridge and the light showed his maid sitting on the chair near the 7'x9' French window. Nazuna was looking at him with a sudden surge of fright traced around her face. Inuyasha looked at his crush while he blushed trivially.

"What are you doing here?" Inuyasha asked her. Nazuna put down her ham sandwich and straightened herself out.

"I was hungry and so I couldn't sleep, sir," she stated, "I'll go now if you wish." She was about to stand but he raised his hand.

"Don't worry about it. Take your time." And after closing the fridge, he sat on the counter with a bottle of beer in hand. She wondered why this man was suddenly being so nice to her. She was positive that he would at least push her out of the room or yell at her for her stupidity. But he did neither; he let her stay where she was...

As he chugged down his first gulp of beer, she looked at him with her sandwich in hand. In an instant, he put the finished bottle down and looked at her. Inuyasha looked at the girl as the window allowed the moon to shine down her head and face. Even in the dark she looked beautiful...

"What are you looking at?" Inuyasha growled. Nazuna bit another bite of her sandwich with eyes all tangled inside the shine of his own.

"Nothing, sir..." she said shyly. And as the hands in the clock moved, the young girl could see that there now stood 4 bottles of beer on the counter. She was finally hurrying up with her sandwich as she saw the young hanyou stand with a bit of difficulty. She was on her feet as she decided to turn on the light on top of the sink and wash her hands very quickly.

But she suddenly felt a pair of cold hands caress her hips and her waist. His hands were that way by the number of beer bottles he drank. He touched her with a touch more gentle than any feather she ever plucked. She shivered with surprise as she closed her eyes and felt her hands turn off the sink with a slight shake.

"What are you doing, Nazuna?" she heard her master ask. Her mouth hung open and she was hoping to speak out something, anything...

"I...I-I don't know..." she said softly, slowly getting dragged into this unknown world of unexpected bliss. She didn't know what was up with her, why she was actually feeling excited about this. Her master was most likely drunk by now, and she felt no fear over this; at all!

"I hope you don't mind if I do this," he whispered to her ear softly, "but you have to understand that I can't resist anymore..."

From there, he flipped her around and faced her towards him, a sexy smirk upon his face and a finger stroking her cheek. Her eyes couldn't stick away from his. He was pulling her in deeper, and the worst thing was that he didn't even know it...

"Master I-" The handsome hanyou hushed her with his finger and his other hand reached for the light which he turned off. They both stood in the dark as the moonlight shined across their faces. His face was coming closer and closer to hers, as she inhaled in his breath of alcohol.

"Just go with the flow, girl," he whispered quietly. He came closer to her and more than willing and prepared to give her the kiss of her life. But just when things were about to start, Nazuna touched his arms and pushed him away slightly. She saw the guy look at her confusedly.

"I'm sorry, master," she apologized, "I'm going to bed..." He watched her leave the room after a bid good night. But the funny thing was that he didn't stop her... He let her got without any complaints.

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Yay! That's Chapter 9, y'all! ^_^ I hope you liked it. Sorry it was so long, but I've been so late on this that I hope this made up for my absence! ^^;; Kagome and Sesshoumaru's moment won't come until the next two chapters since they ARE the main couple. And like always, I need 5+ reviews or I won't update Chapter 10! And I promise this: the story's going to get better; I swear!

So just stay tuned around for more!

Peace out, minna-san! ^_^v

~*~ Ruu-chan