No, Sesshomaru won't pressure Rin to take drugs.

My chapter said that he did drugs in the 80's, but now he's just taking sleeping pills to, well, sleep. (It comes into play later.)

I don't think that Sessh normally seems like the prescription abuser I'm making him be in these chapters, but keep in mind, he does think he's invincible and immortal.

And he's arrogant, and he seems like the type who holds himself above the law...

He is just so vain, even in Rumiko's work.

-D.O.C

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Don't own Inuyasha

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Rin gently eased herself out of her room, the sun beating down from her sheer curtains, alerting her that it was at least one o' clock in the afternoon.

'Why wasn't I woken up?' She rubbed her eyes, heading downstairs to try to find some food.

She smirked at her extravagant surroundings. 'Well, for now, this is technically my mansion. And since I... belong to Sesshomaru,' Her expression soured for a moment, but then brightened again, 'everyone has to listen to me! It's sorta like a hotel! And I'll check out soon...'

She broke into a brisk run down the large expanse of stairs, and skidded to a stop in front of the dining room.

She pulled against the door, but it didn't budge.

'It's locked?' She frowned. 'I don't see a keyhole anywhere...'

A pale hand reached around her, pulling the door open easily. She looked up to see the man who had dragged her here.

Rin immediately dropped her gaze, twiddling her thumbs in uneasiness.

"The doors are very heavy, on this floor. It is to avoid disturbances, and block noises from the servants' quarters." Sesshomaru spoke softly, still holding the door for her. "You may proceed, Ms. Tsukiko. The dining room and kitchen are yours to partake in."

She skittered past the tall man, averting her gaze from his to hide her shock.

That door had felt like a slab of concrete covered in thick pieces of ironwood! It had been so heavy that she couldn't even make it shake, let alone have a prayer of actually opening it.

But the older Taisho had swung it open easily with one hand, when it took at least two men to open one door the night before.

This was starting to really scare her. Why couldn't she have kept silent about all of this?

She would have never met this horrible creature, and she would be at home, her own home.

She had suddenly lost her appetite.

"Don't worry." A sigh met her ears.

Rin's head snapped to Sesshomaru, whose hand was pressing a sleek phone to his ear. She didn't mean to listen in, but her curiosity was piqued.

"Sango, I am the president, you do realize that I can take a day off whenever I wish... Then cancel the meeting!... I don't give a damn who wants a contract... Well, if he wants it so badly, he can wait until tomorrow... You seem to be forgetting who holds the paychecks... Yes, yes, it would, indeed, be wise to lower your voice." His gaze slid to her, golden orbs frigid.

"I have a more important engagement as of two days ago... You are the one who sent up the Tsukiko woman in the first place... Of course she found out," He hissed. "Well, tell Miroku to have the Sasaki contract on my desk... I will be in tomorrow..." He hung up, still piercing Rin with that calculative stare.

"Work?" Rin inquired, shrinking back from him.

"Hn. The receptionist seems to have realized your reason for finding my brother and myself."

She hung her head. "I didn't mean to cause any troub-"

"Ah, but you did, and there's nothing we can do about that." He sat her down in the chair on the right side of the head of the table. "Now, do you wish to tell me what truly happened?" He asked, sitting down in his seat.

She sighed, relaying her tale of insanity, half-expecting him to scoff at her seemingly preposterous story and then proceed to kill her in cold blood.

But, throughout the duration of the anecdote, he sat quietly, occasionally grunting or smiling softly at the memories she told of.

When she was finished, Rin held her breath, awaiting his verdict.

"You are strong human, Ms. Tsukiko." Sesshomaru murmured, standing. "Come with me."

They both stood, walking out of the dining room, up the stairs to the third floor, making a beeline for a room that looked like a study.

It's walls were lined with bookshelves, except for the far wall, which was simply a large window.

It was a smaller version of his office, but with plush, dark gray carpet instead of frosty, steel-gray, and cozy wooden bookshelves almost completely covered the cream-colored drywall, as opposed to the walls consisting of white brick.

Rin immediately fell in love.

"I-Is this a complete shelf dedicated to Edgar Allan Poe?!" She gaped, trailing her hand over the leather spines of the old books, still in remarkable condition.

"Hn, of course. I enjoy his morbid stanzas. It makes me feel as if I am not the most insane person." He chuckled warmly.

"Shakespeare, Stephen King, Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, J.D. Salinger..." She rattled off the famous names, a few foreign to her tongue.

She opened a hardback copy of 'The Catcher in the Rye.'

"Is this French?" She murmured, looking at the title page, which displayed a different title than the cover.

He nodded, proud that she was enjoying his personal library. "I had all of these covers rebound in our native language a long time ago, so it would be more... fun to open them and be surprised with the language one would have to read in. It is a private game between my brother and me."

"Really?" She cocked her head, still studying the foreign language, trying to recall what she had learned in her two years of French class in high school.

"We would choose a book for each other to read, and then we would have to grab the first copy we could get our hands on. The first to read it and translate the whole book to Japanese would win a large amount of money, or a favor from the loser. Inuyasha still owes me twelve favors."

"What if you just took from the internet?"

"There was rule number four. We had to hand write the entire thing."

"So, there are no Japanese translations in here?" Rin asked, frowning. She was hoping that she could read some during her stay.

"There are. Those were the, quote-unquote, lucky copies."

Rin slid the book back in its place among its fellow copies, all of them different colors of leather, but displaying the same titles. "But isn't that an unfair advantage?"

"No, we made our choice right when we were told what book we would be reading. There was no waiting period, so we couldn't exactly plan which copy we were going to take, especially when the other could already be on page twenty of his while we are still looking through various books." He smirked. "Besides, copying straight from the book is awful. It is so tedious, while reading in Swedish and converting it to Japanese is much more fun."

Rin looked at her captor. He really wasn't so cold at all.

He liked brain teasers as much as she did, and he actually made bets with his brother. They did brotherly things together. The only side Rin had saw was the side of Sesshomaru that insulted Inuyasha constantly.

'Great, I've been here less than two days, and I've already gone soft. What about that way out of here?... I can find a phone later... But, seriously. I guess Sesshomaru could be worse. A lot worse. Why not just ride it out until I get my hands on a phone and get a hold of Hojo?... Yeah, that's a better idea...'

"Would you like to play a round?"

She looked up at him. "What are we playing for?" 'Please... Freedom...'

He read the hope in her gaze and shook his head. "How about we play for a kiss?"

Rin's eyes widened. "No. I'm not doing that." She trembled. She didn't want to be taken advantage of by any man.

"Well, they do not cost any money," Sesshomaru cocked his head. "And I never said a romantic kiss. It could be a kiss on the hand, the cheek, the forehead. It is the... thought that counts."

Rin mulled this over, "I-I guess that could be okay..."

He smirked.

'Step one of plan: Check.'

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Had a whole rant here, but deleted it.

I'm already found annoying anyway, so I'm not going to add to the load.

*Ironwood- types of wood that are so heavy, they actually sink when placed in water*

-D.O.C