I Hate Chocolate

by

Paizley

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, nor the secondary characters nor do I own Chanel.

Hey, howdy hi. Here's the second to last chapter of this story :( (Though, not including the epilogue... I think.) Hopefully, I've incorporated some of your lovely ideas, so, enjoy!

"Sesshomaru!" Rin exclaimed, handing Sesshomaru a dish to add to the dining table.

Sesshomaru raised a brow; here he was, turned into a waiter by his lovely fiancée. "Honestly, do you think you needed to make so many dishes?"

Rin scoffed, "Sesshomaru. All your family has flown in for the wedding. I want to make a good impression."

Sesshomaru's expression softened, wrapping an arm around her petite waist, "You need not to worry about such things Rin. They'll be charmed by you."

Rin blushed, resting her head onto his chest, "You think so?"

"Positive." He kissed the top of her head, "Enough self-doubt Rin. You're marrying a Takahashi. If I do say so myself, you've bagged the almost un-baggable."

Rin laughed, swatting him away before handing him a dish of vegetables. "Table."

Sesshomaru sighed dramatically, "Fine."

It was twenty minutes later when the last guest had arrived, "Hello Ms. Rin," a young boy greeted, kissing her hand.

Rin laughed, "Why hello, aren't you charming?" she cooed, bending down to his eye-level. "And what's your name."

"My name's Daisuki."

"Well it's very good to meet you Daisuki. And where are your parents?"

"Right here," a masculine voice called from behind a large basket of flowers and presents. "Could you help me with this?"

"Of course," Rin grabbed a couple of the gifts, easing his load. "Oh, Daichi! What a pleasant surprise!"

Sesshomaru whipped his head from the head of the table, eyeing his last guest. Of course he would be last, he snorted, taking a sip of the wine, he would want to make a statement wouldn't he. He growled as Rin kissed him on the cheek, he would be sure to make sure that she uses mouthwash before she kissed him with those same lips.

"Sesshomaru, Daichi and his son's here."

"Hn, so he is." He stood up from the table, "Excuse me," he told the other guests, walking towards his elder cousin. "Daichi," he extended his hand, "How, kind of you to join our little dinner party."

"Sesshomaru, of course. Though, I have to admit that I was surprised to have been invited to your wedding."

"Hn, yes, surprising," Sesshomaru gave Rin a look, who simply grinned and returned to the rest of the guests.

"Anyways, I've brought the wedding gifts. My wife Anna went a bit crazy, buying more than necessary, but women eh?"

"Hn, yes. Where is your wife then?"

"Oh. Right. She's a surgeon general in Osaka so she couldn't take the time off. There's a doctor shortage so they are in need of her. She'll be sure to be here on the wedding day though."

"Hn, yes. Please, have a seat."

"Thanks cuz, and by the way, congratulations on bagging that wonderful doll of a woman," he complimented, patting him on the back, "I always assumed that you'd have gone for one of those crazy hot models who would only put up with you because, well, you're you. Heir to the Takahashi throne and all."

Sesshomaru raised a brow, "Hn, I suppose I'll take that as a compliment."

"Oh, of course. Rin's spectacular."

"Hn," Sesshomaru rejoined the table, sparking Rin to announce to everyone that they could dig in.

"Do tell Rin, have you chosen the cake yet?" Asked Izayoi, cutting up her chicken into small pieces.

Rin laughed, "Actually no."

"No? The wedding is in one week is it not?" Inutaisho noted dryly.

"Surely the dessert chef would need more than a weeks notice to make the cake!" Izayoi exclaimed.

"Knowing Rin, she probably had commissioned two cakes," joked Sesshomaru. When Rin didn't reply he frowned, turning to face his fiancee. "Surely you didn't."

Rin bit her lip, squirming in her chair at his unhappy look, "Maybe."

Sesshomaru sighed, "Rin."

"Sesshomaru, come on. I told him to make both!"

Sesshomaru raised a brow, "Both? What exactly were, both?"

Rin smiled, "The hummingbird and the chocolate one."

He snorted, waving his hand in dismissal, "Easy. The hummingbird one."

"No way!" Rin protested, "The chocolate one is divine! You've got to give it a chance."

"No." He grabbed the bottle of wine, "Some more wine father?" he asked, pouring the glass anyways.

Rin pouted, "Fine. Why don't you tell the whole table one reason why you don't want a chocolate wedding cake."

Sesshomaru looked at Rin in her eyes, accepting her challenge, "Very well, your twenty-second birthday..."

Sesshomaru found himself in a pickle, walking through the mall with Kouga at his side. "Well?" he asked his friend of nearly two decades, "Anything?"

Kouga shrugged, "I have no idea. Look, why didn't you just get your secretary to go out and buy something for Rin. That's what you did for all the other women in your life."

Sesshomaru snarled, "Rin's not like the other woman. She's not as easily placated by jewelry and bags."

Kouga sighed, "Then why the hell are we at the Somerville Mall? Everything here is brand name!"

Sesshomaru sighed, "I don't know."

Kouga rubbed his face, after the longest meeting they had with the Yamuna Corp. the last thing he had wanted or expected was to be dragged downtown to do some shopping on his lunch break. "For fuck sakes, I don't know. All I know is that I'm starving. You promised me a steak, remember?"

Sesshomaru gave him a look, causing Kouga to roll his eyes, "Fine, just, buy her a car."

Sesshomaru snorted, "Yes. A car. And then shall I buy her an airplane for Christmas?"

"You've got the money for it," he muttered, following Sesshomaru into Chanel.

"Hello Mr. Takahashi," greeted the sales team, bowing gracefully at his entrance.

"Hn," he replied, walking up to a young, female associate, "You, what do you recommend for a woman, around your age?"

"Uh," the woman stuttered, shocked at being so close to Japan's hottest bachelor, "We have a new line of heels, sir." She quickly composed herself, rushing over three pairs of heels. "This first one is from Milan, it's made of snakeskin. The second pair is from Paris, and it's nice tanned leather. The third is from Brazil, it's made of alligator."

Sesshomaru frowned distastefully, "Perhaps something not made of animal hide."

"Yes sir," she ran back to the wall.

"You, what do you suggest?" He asked another associate, this time older, with Botox filling every wrinkle on her face.

"Is this for your love-interest sir?"

"Hn, yes."

"Then perhaps a necklace?" She brought him over to their display case, "This one is a vintage piece, circa the 1960s. It's pure 24K gold, with rare pearls and our signature diamond encrusted onyx logo."

Sesshomaru raised a brow, holding up the necklace to show Kouga, "What do you think?"

Kouga shrugged, "Didn't you just say that she wasn't impressed by jewelry?"

So he did, but he had nothing else. "Pack it up," he told the woman, taking out his credit card.

"Very well sir." Seconds later he had the necklace in his hands and they were out of the shop.

"So much for stepping out of the box on that one," noted Kouga sarcastically.

Sesshomaru growled, "Your suggestions were shit, Wolfe."

"Maybe because I'm not the one dating her."

Sesshomaru snorted, "Stop," he held his hand in front of Kouga to prevent him from walking any farther, "Don't move," he muttered, ducking into the closest shop.

"What the hell? Sesshomaru?" Kouga asked himself, following Sesshomaru into the lingerie store, "I'm not helping you buy lingerie for Rin man, that's just creepy. Look, as much as I like you and Rin together, I don't need mental images of you two doing it."

"I'm not going to buy anything for Rin here," he told him, pointing to the outside where a familiarly dressed flamboyant gay roommate was running amuck with his own boyfriend, "Jakotsu," he hissed, hiding behind a rack of silk negligees.

"Jakotsu eh?" Kouga looked out the window, smirking at the plan that began to boil in his mind, "You mean the gay best-friend who hits on you every chance he gets?"

Sesshomaru glared at Kouga, "Don't do it."

Kouga smiled, "Payback's a bitch, especially when she's starving." He walked out of the store, flailing his arms to get Jakotsu's attention, "Hey! Jakotsu! Sesshomaru wants to talk to you!"

Sesshomaru groaned, watching in horror as the man dressed in pink came into the shop, "Shit."

"Sesshomaru!" cooed the man, "It's been ages darling," Jakotsu reached over to kiss both his cheeks, "How are you doing."

"Fine. I'm fine." He pulled away from Jakotsu's death grip.

"Oh, you've been shopping haven't you?" Jakotsu grabbed the bag from Sesshomaru's hands, "Naughty boy, you know I would have gone with you in a moments notice," he teased, running his manicured fingers down his chest, "For me?" he asked, opening the black case.

Jakotsu whistled at the site, "Well, call me a gay and smack a horse's ass, you've done well. For Rin I presume?"

"Hn, yes." Sesshomaru smirked, so he did do well. "Did you buy her anything for her birthday?"

"Nope. But I made her this fabulous dress. Trust me darling, once you see her in it you'll thank me personally, if you know what I'm saying."

"Hn."

"Anyways," he handed the bag back to Sesshomaru, "What else did you get for Rin?"

Sesshomaru paused, "You mean, the necklace isn't enough?"

"I," Jakotsu frowned, "No, no. The necklace is fine. But, you mean, that's all you got for Rin?"

"What else would I get her?"

Jakotsu stared at the man like he had grown another head, "I dunno, perhaps a birthday cake?"

Sesshomaru noted that in his head, filing it away, right, a cake. "What's her favorite?"

Jakotsu laughed, "You've been dating Rin for a year and you don't know what kind of cake she likes? You sir, are in dire need of an intervention ASAP." He swatted Sesshomaru's chest before he paused, "Wait. Have you cooked for Rin yet?"

"Hn?"

"Cooked for her. Like breakfast or supper?"

"No."

"Well would you like some wonderful sex tonight? Perhaps even a blowjob? Because I've a surefire way to ensure that you're going to get some."

Sesshomaru was intrigued, "Hn, what is it you suggest?"

Jakotsu leaned into Sesshomaru, whispering into his ear. Sesshomaru raised a brow at his suggestion, "And you're sure that she'll be, pleased with this?"

"Honey, you do all of that plus give her that necklace, well, you'll both be pretty damned pleased."

"Alright class, today we will be learning about the letter P! Does anyone know an animal that starts with the P?" she asked, writing the letter in a large bold font on the chalkboard.

Hands shot up from the class; a red-headed girl with pigtails waved her hand eagerly, catching Rin's attention, "Yes, Kasumi?"

"Panda! A panda!" she exclaimed, pulling her stuffed panda from her desk. "It's black and white and says 'grr' and it eats bamboo!"

Rin clapped her hands, "Yes! Very good Kasumi," she added a sticker to the star chart she had started the beginning of the school year. Two months in and it was going well. "Three more stars and you can pick a prize from the treasure chest!"

Kasumi beamed with delight, "Arigato sensei."

"Alright, does anybody else know of an animal that starts wgaitoith the letter P?"

A little boy with moppy black hair waved his hand back in forth, "Me! Me! I do, I do!" he exclaimed front the front row.

Rin laughed, "Alright Gaito. What animal starts with the letter P?"

"Peacock! And I knows this because my dad and I wents to the zoo on the weekend because mom was getting a headache so we went to the zoo and we saws like a million animals like goats and tigers and then we saw this huge," he stretched out his arms, "blue bird and it was saying 'bocckkk, bocckkk' like a crazy person and it had these huge feather thingys that were shiny and I wanted to bring one to my mommy so I ran ups to it and pulled on its tail but that made it angry so then it was running towards us and everything so my dad told me to run and so we did! But then it chased my dad to the food-stand and he had to jump over the counter and he got a booboo and he gots to pay the zoo like a jillion dollars for all the food he ruined."

Rin laughed, as did the rest of the class, "Alright, very good Gaito. But you shouldn't pull on a bird's feather, alright?" She looked to Gaito who nodded soberly, "Good. And I hope your dad feels better!"

She turned to her desk and collected a stack of papers that she had freshly photocopied the morning before. "So today, you guys will have the choice of six animals that start with the letter P. They are," she held the pictures up sequentially, "The puppy, the panda, the peacock, the penguin and the polar bear. So I'll divide you guys up into 5 groups ok? And then I will give you each an animal to color and a book about your animal and then you will give the class a mini presentation about your animal. Does that sound good?"

"Yes sensei," the class chimed.

Rin smiled, "Alright. Honoka, Izumi and Jiro will be doing the puppy. Kaoru, Kasumi and Mei will be doing the panda. Gaito, Mayu and Aoi will be doing the peacock. Ayaka, Chiyo and Emi will be doing the penguin. And Finally, Chika, Hibiki and Junko will be doing the polar bear." She handed out the coloring pages and then the books. "You guys can have half-an-hour to color and then one hour to do your presentations."

"Yes sensei."

"Ok! Go to work everybody!" she clapped her hands and went to sit at her desk, such well-behaved kids. She smiled to herself as she watched the kids interact with each other; Honoka shyly sharing her crayons with Jiro, Kasumi and Mei arguing over whether it would be alright to color their panda pink, Hibiki and Junko talking about the weather while the rest colored dutifully. A knock on her door disrupted her train of thought, Sesshomaru? The class had stopped their coloring to stare at the tall silver-haired man at the door.

"His hair is so shiny!" exclaimed Chiyo, "And white. Does that mean he's an old man?"

"I think so. Why do you think he's here? Do you think he's the police? Maybe he's here to take Gaito to jail for stealing the peacock's feather!"

Gaito protested, throwing his crayons in Jiro's direction, "You're coming to jail with me then!"

"For what!"

"For, for being a stinky stupid-head!" The class gasped in horror, surely Gaito had not used the double s-word.

Rin stood over the boys, hands on her hips, "Gaito, Jiro, enough. Apologize to each-other."

Gaito frowned, "Sorry Jiro."

Jiro sniffed, "Fine. Sorry."

Sesshomaru snorted indignantly, honestly, had they no respect for their peers?

"Good, now everybody back to their project. You've only ten minutes left to color before you do your research." She walked over to the door to Sesshomaru who had been waiting patiently for her attention. "Hi," she murmured, giving him a quick hug, "What are you doing here?"

"Hn, I've come to inform you that you are to come to my house for dinner tonight."

"Oh? And why exactly?" She teased, "What if I have better plans?"

Sesshomaru growled possessively, "Better plans? Impossible. Besides," he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, "Dinner involves chocolate."

Rin's eyes widened, "Chocolate eh? Well then, I guess that date with Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome will have to be put on hold."

"Hn, make sure to be there by seven."

"Alright, I'll be sure to do that." She played with his fingers; "You're not going to spring a giant surprise birthday party on me are you?"

Sesshomaru was shocked, why had he not even thought about that? "No." Yet another idea to be filed away.

"Ok, see you tonight."

"Wait, Rin," he brought his head down to kiss her lips, "Happy birthday," he murmured before walking out of the school. Rin blushed deeply as the turned to face her class who had stared in shock at their teacher being kissed by the silver-haired stranger.

"Ms. Rin?" Kasumi asked, shooting her hand in the air.

"Uh, yes. Kasumi?" Rin was flustered, trying to cool down her red cheeks.

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"Uh-huh," her voice was strained, "Um, everyone back to their coloring."

Sesshomaru pushed the shopping cart with ease with one hand while flipping through the recipe book with his other. "Hn, so I need penne pasta, fresh baby spinach leaves, chicken breasts, basil leaves, pasta sauce, tomatoes, cream cheese, and shredded cheese." Sesshomaru stood still, "Where the hell do I go?" he asked himself. He would be the first to admit that he had never been in a grocery store before he had met Rin.

"The meat isle?" He pushed the cart to the meat section, poking at the various meats with his index finger. "One pound of chicken breasts." Sesshomaru stared at the chicken, "How does one know how much one pound is?" He sighed, throwing in two packages of chicken breasts just to be sure. He'd weigh it out at home.

He found the pasta and the cheeses easily enough, though when it came time to look for the spinach and basil, he was unsure how to continue. "Hn," he picked up a batch of spinach, "Is this baby spinach?" he asked, thrusting the spinach into the face of the young, pimpled employee.

"Uh," the boy stared at the outstretched hand holding the spinach, "I'm not really sure sir."

Sesshomaru growled, "Is it not your job to know for sure?"

"I'm sorry sir," he squeaked out, "I'm just here to pay for my skateboard man."

Sesshomaru sighed, "Idiot." He turned his back, placing the spinach into the cart. Surely it didn't matter that much the age of the spinach. "And now the basil," he frowned at the smell, it was terribly strong. "It looks exactly like the spinach," he noted, grabbing a couple more items before walking back to his car, his groceries being towed by another gangly teen.

"Hn," he handed the boy a five-dollar bill before heading back to his condo. Once he reached home he had his doorman bring the groceries up while he took a quick shower. When he was finished with that he walked to his kitchen and set up his ingredients.

"Step 1. Skin and remove any bones of the chicken breasts, cutting it into bite-size pieces." Sesshomaru blinked, taking the knife he carefully removed the skin and began to cut it into pieces as large as his thumb. Surely that was bite-sized.

"Step 2. Dice tomatoes." Sesshomaru sighed, really, this was too easy. He took another knife, cutting the tomato in half. "Done."

"Step 3. Boil the pasta, adding spinach to the boiling water for the last 1 min." Sesshomaru took out a pot, filling it with water before placing it onto the stove. He poured in the pasta, adding a pinch of salt for taste and a small capful of oil to prevent the pasta from sticking to the pot.

"Step 4. Heat the oven to 375'F." He flicked the oven on.

"Step 5. Heat large nonstick skillet on medium-high. Add chicken and basil; cook for 3 minutes." He added the chicken but cursed as the pasta began to boil over, water spilling over the edges. He cursed as the chicken began to sizzle, sending bits of oil onto his body. He quickly turned down both the heats, adding the spinach to the chicken and the basil to the pasta. He cursed once more as he realized his mistake, surely that didn't matter... right?

He shrugged, adding the pasta sauce and tomatoes, waiting for the mixture to boil. "Step 6. Drain pasta and spinach. Return to same saucepan and add chicken mixture. Stir in 1/2 cup of cheese and spoon into 2-L baking dish." Well, in this case it would be the pasta and basil. It couldn't matter that much, seeing as they'd be mixed together in the end anyways. Efficiently he added the chicken mixture to the drained pasta and measured out a 1/2 cup of cheese. He then stirred the saucepan lightly then dumped the mixture into the baking dish.

"Step 7. Bake for 20 mins." He placed the dish into the oven. "Alright, now for dessert." He took a quick glance at the clock, it read six. He had an hour to cook the chocolate cake. "Easy."

He took out all the ingredients for the chocolate cake, the butter, sugar, eggs, flour, cocoa powder, baking powder, vanilla extract and sour cream.

"Step 1. Preheat oven to 350'." Sesshomaru frowned; there was already something in the oven. He shrugged, surely that was considered preheating the oven anyhow. "Step 2. Break the chocolate into small pieces and melt it with butter over hot water."

Sesshomaru frowned, "Over water?" What did that mean? "Forget it," he muttered, adding the chocolate and butter into a bowl and dumped it into the microwave, heating it on high for one minutes. "Step 3. Beat eggs with sugar, flour, cocoa powder, baking powder and vanilla extract." He did so easily, well, fairly easily, as breaking the eggs was quite difficult to accomplish without the shells mixing in.

"Step 4. Slowly fold in the melted butter, chocolate and sour cream." Sesshomaru frowned, what was with this odd lingo? "Fold over?" He snorted, moving over to take out the chocolate from the microwave. Though he failed to realize how hot it was, dropping the mixture onto his bare feet.

"Aughh, fuck," he cursed; limping over to the sink he dumped a cool dishrag onto his feet. He collapsed onto the floor, wiping away the chocolate residue. Kami-sama, this was bringing back unwanted memories to the last time a large amount of hot-chocolate had been dumped unceremoniously onto his lap. He cringed at the thought, though this time, the chocolate had not had completely melted. He groaned, leaning against the wood cabinets, cooking was not fun. He hoped to Kami that Rin would repay his kindness tonight though... yes.

He smirked, standing up to finish baking the cake. He took out a small saucepan, heating the chocolate and butter at a slow rate. When it was boiling he dumped it into the egg mixture and then dumped that onto a baking tin. He removed the pasta, with protective gloves this time, and then added the cake. He wiped his brow, "Done."

He looked to the clock, ten to seven. He had enough time to make the dinner plates, pour the wine and change his clothes. "Hn," he looked down at the hardwood floor, perhaps he should have wiped that up before it had begun to harden. He shrugged, it would simply be easier to clean later if it hardened.

Quickly he changed into a crisp deep purple button-up shirt and a pair of dark-washed jeans. Rin liked his, casual look. Speaking of Rin, he thought at the sound of her light knock on his door that resonated throughout his condo, she was here.

"Damn, she's early." Well, by Rin-time she was early. Usually she was ten minutes late to everything.

He jogged down the stairs, opening the door to reveal Rin dressed in a curve-hugging black dress. "Hello," he murmured, taking her lips once more, clutching her hips through her dress. "You look beautiful."

Rin blushed when they pulled away, "Thank you. Um, so you cooked huh?"

"Hn, I did. Are you hungry?"

"Starving."

"Good," he lead her to the dining table where he had set up some candles, dimming the lights.

"Did you really cook or did you send Jaken to Italy to pick up some genuine Italian food like last time?" she teased, thanking him as he pulled out her seat.

He laughed, "I cooked. I promise."

Rin smiled, "Good. Show me the food oh chef."

Sesshomaru smirked, walking back to the kitchen to dish out the pasta onto two plates. He brought them back to the dining table, placing Rin's dish in front of her first and then setting his plate down. "Wine?" he asked, grabbing a bottle of Pinot Noire.

"Please," Rin smiled as Sesshomaru poured her glass, "You're such the waiter Sesshomaru."

"Hn," he bent down to kiss her, "I simply excel in everything."

Rin laughed, taking a bite of the pasta. Rin coughed, "Oh, um, tastes interesting."

Sesshomaru raised a brow, hesitantly taking a bite of his. He scrunched his nose, "Kami, this tastes like shit."

Rin giggled, "Maru, it's not that bad. It's just... a bit, odd."

Sesshomaru sighed, "Rin, you need not placate me like one of your students."

Rin skipped over to Sesshomaru, sitting in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, "You tried Sesshomaru. I appreciate it." She kissed his nose, giggling at the look on his face, "You're pouting!"

"No I'm not."

"You are!" She laughed, burying herself into his neck, "Maru, you're such a sweetheart for trying."

He growled, "Please ensure that you do not let anyone know of this, failed attempt."

"Oh, of course. We wouldn't want to ruin your Mr. Perfect reputation now would we?"

"Hn," he kissed her forehead, "Shall I call for delivery or take you out to dinner?"

"Hmm, surprise me."

"Hn, alright." He stood up from his seat, grabbing their dishes and threw them in the trash.

Rin raised a brow, "That's a bit dramatic don't you think?" She bounced up from her seat, following him into the kitchen. She laughed at the pile of dirty dishes in the sink. "You really did cook!" She sniffed the air, "It smells like something's burning though."

Sesshomaru frowned, "Odd," he was interrupted though, by a loud beeping erupting from the smoke detectors.

Rin looked at what was in the oven and gasped, "Sesshomaru! Whatever's in the oven is on fire!"

Sesshomaru threw on the baking gloves and opened the door, smoke billowing into his face. He coughed, trying to wave away the smoke, "Get the fire extinguisher!"

Rin nodded, scrambling to find the fire extinguisher. "Where is it?" she asked, looking through his cabinets.

Sesshomaru cursed, "I don't know." Hell, he didn't even know if he actually had one. He grabbed the cake, bringing the flaming masterpiece out of the oven. "Now what?"

Rin shrieked, "Found it!" She turned to face Sesshomaru who simply held the burning cake in shock, "Sesshomaru! Your hair's on fire!"

"It is?" Sesshomaru growled, dropping the cake in the sink and turned on the cold water.

Rin pulled the pin from the top and sprayed in his direction. She was too weak however, to control the fire extinguisher, sending her to sit on her bottom and for the hose to splay out of control. "Shit," she muttered, when the fire extinguisher had expelled its contents all over the kitchen. Just then, the sprinklers came on.

Sesshomaru sighed, this was a horrible, horrible evening. He picked up the cake and brought it over to Rin, "Happy Birthday," he muttered bitterly.

Rin laughed, pushing away his wet hair from his face, "Thanks." She played with the ends of his hair, "Maru, your hair's pretty damaged."

Sesshomaru groaned, "Fuck chocolate." Ruining his kitchen. Ruining his perfectly good dinner date with Rin. And most of all, ruining his perfect silver locks.

Wells, did you like it? Did ya, did ya, did ya? I hope so. Chocolate trifles to the lovely people who reviewed!

Hugs and Kisses, Paizley.