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Not Easily Broken: Boys Over Flowers-Inuyasha Edition Part II

Chapter 14

Aubrey woke up midway through the night, her stomach growling angrily, nothing but darkness shining through the pale curtains of the bedroom. She rolled over with an 'umph', her body had long since cramped up from being in the same position for hours. But as she sat up, she realized Sesshomaru must have tucked her in to keep her from catching a cold. The belle smiled at the kind gesture, swinging her legs off the edge of the bed. Letting them hang there for a moment, before gathering the small stack of clothes her fiancé had left at the bedside, going to take a much needed shower. When Aubrey left the adjoined bed and bath, she found the young doctor tired out on the sofa. The TV played softly in the background, some late night southern sitcom, as he lay tossed about the small couch. Sesshomaru wore no shirt, an open book resting on his chest as he lightly snored. His pajama pants hung loosely around his trimmed waist, his large feet bare as they hung off the edge. The way he looked just now made him seem like a normal, twenty year old man. A young man with normal problems. Not the young, probably soon to be disowned Tashio heir, that she was engaged to. Even as Sesshomaru slept it appeared like he had a lot of things running through his mind. Aubrey grabbed one of the spare blankets from the hall closet, removing his book before spreading it over him. She gave his forehead a gentle kiss, before retreating back into the bedroom.

When the belle awoke again, it was much later, by the patter of rain tapping against the bedroom window. Sesshomaru was still fast asleep, not the least bit bothered by the weather beating against the small cottage. But Aubrey climbed from the security of the bed sheets drawn over to the window.

Lets' go back, back to the beginning.

Back to where the earth, the stars, the sun, all aligned.

'Cause perfect, didn't feel so perfect.

Trying to fit a square into a circle was no lie, I defy.

Let the rain fall down and wake my dreams.

Let it wash away my sanity.

'Cause I want to feel the thunder, I want to scream.

Let the rain fall down, I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean.

Aubrey quickly grew silent as she felt a pair of strong, bare arms wrap around her from behind.

"Your voice…" Sesshomaru murmured tiredly. "Hasn't changed at all… still warm, still beautiful…. Still able to melt the ice around my heart and soul." His face rested neatly in the crook of her neck.

Aubrey blushed at the praise, "I didn't mean to wake you… I just remembered that the first time I saw the rain back in Japan." She said vaguely. The belle thought back to those fateful days, her first experiences in Japan, and how bitter having to start her life all over in a new country had made her. But the more she hated Japan, the more she wanted to know about it. Having no idea that that very country would change her life forever and shape her into the woman she'd grown up to be.

"Aubrey," He said. "Don't give up on Broadway…"

Aubrey turned to face her fiancé, "But…" Her words trailed off.

"But nothing, I followed my dreams and I want you to do the same. Someone tried to take your life away but you were given a second chance, make something of it. I may not have that proud dancer at my side, but I'll have a proud, beautiful singer any day. Every time I look at you I never know what you may do or say next… and your talent is seemingly endless… don't let it go to waste."

"But what about you? Traveling without you? We barely spend time together now." She said, protesting.

Sesshomaru gave her a soft smile, gently kissing her forehead. "Oh trust me, you won't be seeing the world without me. I'm not letting you out of my sight." He chuckled warmly.

"I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing," The belle grumbled almost teasingly.

"It's a great thing." Sesshomaru winked charmingly.

Aubrey couldn't suppress the roll of her dark eyes. 'Yeah… for you maybe, you rich weirdo.'

Aubrey woke tightly held in her lover's warm embrace. She blinked for a moment, her lids shielding her eyes from the sun's early welcoming rays as she tried to recall the events of the previous night. She remembered her conversation with Sesshomaru during the late night storm, his words of encouragement on continuing her rise to stardom. Which landed her, shortly after, on the bed once again with the aroused doctor eager to make a mess of her. Which he did faithfully until the wee morning hours. Now, ever so content, her lover's body molded perfectly into hers from behind. Sesshomaru's face rested against the back of her neck, his warm gentle breath tickling her fine hairs, while his arms held her close by the waist. His silver tresses draped over them gracefully as a makeshift blanket, and the young man didn't stir an inch. Aubrey listened to his even breathing, his soft snores filling the brightening room. She felt herself smile as she lifted one of his hands, giving his knuckles a kiss.

'God, I'm such a sap.'

Aubrey laid in Sesshomaru's grasp for a moment longer before gently removing herself, careful not to wake him. Maybe he'd take their time away from home to catch up on some much needed rest and to clear his thoughts (which would obviously be easier said than done). And while he did that, the belle planned on occupying herself with her sister before she shipped off to Yale, and her father before he married that… erm… Carson guy. Just who did that Ken wannabe think he is? His tanned glistening skin and bleach blonde hair, moving in on her belovedly dense, soft spoken, kind hearted, not-so-over protective-yet-protective-enough father? Was he being black mailed? No. Aaron Holloway may have been soft spoken, but the man was far from being a push over. He could handle his own. If it wasn't that… then could her father actually be in love with that fake blonde (who looked like he was right off of Jersey Shore)? After twenty long years of marriage to a woman, just to turn gay? Aubrey groaned, shaking her head, as she jumped into the shower. And it wasn't just any man, oh no. Like her mother wasn't just any woman. Carson…whatever his last name was, was a fucking god. In fact, he had to be just as handsome as Sesshomaru.

'What the hell am I thinking? He is the enemy, damnit!'

The belle needed to talk with her dad personally, hear it from him. Because so far nothing was making sense and the more she tried to figure it out on her own, the more upset and confused she got.

"Daddy?" Aubrey called as she entered through the backdoor of the main house. It had been more than twenty four hours since her last conversation with her father, and considering they were back in each other's lives, she didn't want to screw it up by being narrowed minded towards his happiness. They shared a strong bond for a reason, he always supported her, now it was her time to support him. She was surprised, to say the least, to find Carson in the kitchen instead, brewing up something that had her taste buds dancing.

"Good morning." Smiled the blonde man. He wore a short sleeved shirt that clung to his muscled torso and worn jeans. His strong arms flexed as he mixed something in a large bowl, some of its contents spilling out onto the apron he wore.

"Um… morning." Aubrey said with a slight frown. After taking a moment to look at him, his well built structure and glossy golden tresses, it baffled her that some guy that looked like he was cut out of an underwear magazine was topping her father. The thought left her gut churning, which Carson grinned at.

"Hungry?" He asked. When Aubrey didn't say anything, he continued. "I'm making a lot, you and your fiancé can join us. Your dad told me how much you love to eat."

"Where is my daddy?" She asked.

"He headed to the store, said he'd be back soon…" Carson stopped mixing to look at the belle. "Look, Aubrey, am no way am I here to replace your mom nor do I want to." His deep voice sincere as his hazel eyes studied her closely. "I care a lot for Amber and you two, just like if you were my own daughters. I love your dad so much… and I hope you'll warm up to the idea of me being around."

Aubrey studied the sturdy giant in her kitchen silently for a moment. "I just… I want my daddy to be happy… he lost his wife, and three years of my life. He's timid and fragile, and the last thing I want is him feeling lonely. And if you can make him happy while I'm off in Japan and Amber is at Yale… then I'm happy." She said, giving him a soft smile.

Carson's face brightened, "Oh good!" He beamed. "Now come over here and help me make these biscuits."