A/N: I'm not going to say much, so um... yeah... hope you enjoy! Fangirl on! XOXOXO

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

Chapter 28

"Congrats! You two make a lovely couple!"

"You guys are a fine match, may your marriage be long and prosperous!"

And various other useless compliments that failed to make Sesshomaru feel better. Crap. All of it. He bore the fakest smile he could make, giving off the impression that he was as happy as happy could get. When in reality they could all hop on the expressway to hell and he'd not give two flying fucks. With Julia taking the lead, as so much loved to do, the couple walked around, greeting and thanking the elite few she had invited to their engagement party. The only thing Sesshomaru was thankful for was the fact that Julia didn't want an obnoxious wedding, just a few close friends and family- not half of Japan. His heart all but stopped on the spot when he saw Aubrey arrive, wearing a yellow form fitting dress, all her curls pinned away from her face (god, he loved it when she wore her hair that way), Asami Ryuichi on her arm. Sesshomaru felt a familiar twinge of jealousy stir up in him at their closeness, how the older man was almost possessively at her side, daring anyone with his eyes to challenge him. Asami didn't seem the least bit interested in being there (even more so than Sesshomaru) that evening, if anything he'd rather be back at his place with Aubrey curled up into his lap while he worked in his study. But he was working on being supportive, and well, he had to start somewhere.

"Miss Holloway!" Julia smiled brightly as she approached the two, Sesshomaru in tow. "I wasn't sure you'd make it, you look stunning!"

Aubrey smiled kindly, "Thank you, so do you… both of you." She said. "This is my partner, Asami Ryuichi." She gestured to the silently glaring giant at her side.

Julia turned her attention to the overbearing man, still smiling as she stared up into his handsome face. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ryuichi. This is my fiancé, Sesshomaru."

Said young doctor stood at the blonde's side, trying his hardest not to storm away. Asami's keen eyes shifted towards Sesshomaru as he felt the man's heated gaze on him. The business man all but smirked at the ticked off doctor, his eyes saying everything his words didn't. Saying that Aubrey had found someone else, she was with him now, and that he needed to back the hell off. Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes to the man, signaling that he hadn't won just yet.

"I'm thirsty," Aubrey announced. "Would you care for anything?"

"No," Replied Asami shortly.

Aubrey softly excused herself, stepping away from the awkward tension that was threatening to suffocate her.

"Nothing is going on right?"

Aubrey jumped in surprise as Sesshomaru's warm breath suddenly hit the back of her bare neck. "Jesus," She breathed. "You know how much I hate you sneaking up on me."

"Nothing is going on?" He repeated. "He's acting like he owns you!" Hissed Sesshomaru. He was the one whom still held the belle's heart, Asami, in his eyes, hadn't earned the right to stand so proudly at her side. Where was he when Aubrey was in a coma and needed constant care? When she was in physical therapy? When she had no family left in Japan and had nowhere else to go? Where was this Asami Ryuichi then?

"Asami? That's just how he is, and what does it matter? You have a fiancé, who is very lively by the way." Hearing her say those words, like she'd given up on them, struck Sesshomaru like a ton of bricks. Had she honestly moved on? Did she no longer have feelings for him?

"You don't have to remind me."

"Look, Sesshomaru, I think we should part ways. I can't keep doing this to myself, and it's not fair to you. I'll sing at your wedding, but other than that… I think it's best if we don't have contact with each other anymore." Aubrey said, her heart heavy, as she gathered her punch. She bided him a silent farewell, leaving a stunned Sesshomaru behind to gather up the remains of his shattered heart.

Hurting Aubrey was never his intention, he was going through all of this for Aubrey, but to have had her move on to someone else… well, the thought never crossed his mind. He didn't know how to handle it, didn't know how to understand it, hell he didn't want to. All he wanted was Aubrey, she was all he needed and the only one he loved. But now, as she slipped further away, he didn't know if he'd ever be able to get her back.. and that was if she wanted him. What was life if Aubrey wasn't in it?


"I was surprised to see you here." Naraku said. "Since I'm a friend of the groom, naturally I was invited." It wasn't everyday one ran into Asami Ryuichi at a party that wasn't business related and swarming with ill content.

Asami didn't bother to suppress the exasperated roll of his dark eyes. "Aubrey got an invite, so I came with her." He said, sipping casually on a glass of wine.

Seeing this as an opportunity, "How is Aubrey? She must have been mighty shaken up after Sesshomaru left her." Asked Naraku, feigning, concern for the belle.

"Aubrey is just fine, coping well." Said Asami. It was odd that his business partner wanted to talk about nothing but Aubrey, and was taking great joy in the misfortune it seemed like she was experiencing.

"Oh? I heard she was living with you."

"And where did you hear that?"

"You know how talk gets around. And that Julia, nice girl, but she can talk the ears off a deaf man." Chuckled Naraku.

Asami arched a questioning brow but otherwise said nothing for a moment. "She is," he replied shortly.

"Aubrey had the tendency to draw men to her, if you know what I-"

"She is just my house guest I assure you."

Naraku's deep red orbs shifted to the belle standing off into the distance, and couldn't help but smirk. "And speaking of your house guest." He said, taking a sip from his own wine glass.

Asami turned to find Aubrey no more than a few feet away from him, her brow furrowed as her eyes locked with his. There was an unfamiliar look in her deep forest orbs that he couldn't quite pinpoint.

"I'm leaving." She said hotly, turning swiftly on her heels.

Asami excused himself from Naraku's presence, the young businessman all but giddy as a young child as he watched the older man leave after the belle briskly. Considering Asami had driven them there, Aubrey hailed a nearby taxi, climbing inside it without Asami. The man growled as he watched the taxi take off, chasing after strongly opinionated females hadn't been on his things to do list that evening or ever for that matter. But this was Aubrey, and even Asami had come to terms with the fact that she left him doing some off the wall shit he wouldn't normally do… like chase down a taxi.

"Aubrey? Where are you going?" Asami asked. He had pulled up just as Aubrey's taxi was driving off, the belle storming hotly up the stone pathway.

"Back to Sango's? Hell back to Texas for all I care!" Shouted Aubrey as she continued her march away from him. She didn't know what was worse, seeing the fake happiness Sesshomaru thought he was feeding to everyone and telling him that she never wanted to see him again (in so many words) or hearing how Asami truly felt about her. Just a house guest? 'House guest my ass!' The fuming belle threw open her room door, stomping over to the dresser that housed all of her clothing. But before she could manage to start packing in her clouded rage and heartache, Asami had all but tackled her to the hardwood floor. Aubrey squirmed under the man's large body, trying her hardest to fight against him and failing horribly.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Asami asked, glaring questioningly at the belle.

"What's wrong with me?" Raged Aubrey. "What the hell is wrong with you, you sick bastard? Playing with my emotions like that?! How horrible can you be?" She cried.

Asami's expression softened but he didn't loosen his hold on her. "Aubrey," He said, his voice calling to her. "I don't want anyone but you."

This only made the belle fight him more. "Eat shit!" She spat. "I'm just your house guest, remember? And besides, Sesshomaru said the same thing, and now he'd rather marry a complete stranger than fight for me! I am sick and tired to death of men and all the empty promises you assholes come with!" Cried Aubrey, tears slowly falling from her eyes. Her heart had long since broken, there was nothing left in her chest but a dark void seeking to rid its despair.

"I am not him," Asami said. "I am a private man, and I conduct my life as such. I want our relationship private, because I refuse to share you with anyone else. I want you, just you, and if I have to fight the world to prove that to you I will."

Aubrey stilled, staring up into his gleaming chocolate eyes. "I don't know if I can handle getting hurt again," She whispered.

"All you have to do is trust me," Asami said, his lips lightly touching her ear. "I'll handle the rest."

Aubrey felt herself melting completely under the man's great form, his large warm palms tracing every inch of her. Aubrey's mind was transfixed by his words, his promise, her heart threatening to pound right out of her chest. Asami placed a tender kiss on her lips, and the belle couldn't help but respond at the feeling of his strong chest against her. The man loosened his tie, pulling it off and bounding Aubrey's wrists with it. Asami, his tongue making hast as he tasted the sweet skin of her jawline and neck, unzipping the back of her dress. He peeled away the lace fabric, basking in the glow of her bare torso. Asami reclaimed Aubrey's lips, rough and demanding, before trailing hot kisses down to her throat. Aubrey gasped and arched her back as the man found a nipple, bucking her whole body as he licked the sensitive flesh, having it harden between his warm lips. Her breath came out it ragged gasps as large palms roamed her flushing frame, knowing exactly where to find her soft spots. Her expression was so sinful and inviting Asami all but lost himself in the pools of bliss in her half lidded eyes. Aubrey whimpered as his hands trailed up her thighs, tearing off her panties, revealing her completely naked form.

"Please Asami…" Aubrey begged quietly.

Her only answer was his soft lips touch hers for a short moment before the man pulled away. Asami pushed his fingers deep within her, causing her entire body to go limp on the cold wooden floor, giving a soft moan. A deep groan slipped past Asami's lips as he sped up, finding a steady rhythm. Aubrey gave another whimper, tugging at the cloth bounds on her wrists, her hips arching to meet his hand. Nothing else in the world seemed to matter to her anymore, nothing but Asami and his infamous touch. Her whole body seemed to be screaming as Asami kept pumping his fingers in and out of her, his thumb stimulating her clitoris. Aubrey peaked, releasing in a scream of pleasure, howling to the heavens. Asami licked his fingers clean before combing fingers through his own dampening tresses. He chuckled, clearly amused by the panting belle, as he unbuttoned his shirt and discarding it. He watched, trying hard to suppress the urge to laugh, as Aubrey's eyes grew wide, her cheeks flushing more as he freed his large member from the fabric of his pants. Asami grinned smugly before quickly pulling the belle to him, surprising her with his agility. He pressed his tongue into her hot, wanting mouth as he rolled her over onto her belly, her rising rear absently rubbing against him and his heated erection, causing the man to groan. Asami took a firm grip on her waist, placing his heated cock at the clef of her rear. Aubrey whimpered, the feeling of his hot thickness against her tight ring was beyond anything. But ask he pushed in, sinking deeper into her, that low whimper became a pain filled cry. Aubrey's fists clenched, her bare chest resting against the cool wood, as Asami sped up, making her gasp out in pain. The man pulled out, almost completely, before sinking back into her inviting warmth, sheathing his cock completely. Aubrey cried aloud, clenching the nearest object for support, as the large man pushed into her steadily, his face buried in the crook of her neck. The breathless gasps and cries of the belle, the jolting motion of her breasts as he relentlessly pounded into her, urged Asami forward, his increasing speed and powerful thrusts, leaving the belle withering in pain beneath him. Aubrey threw her head back, her curls fanning over her olive back beautifully, as she came with a cry of Asami's name. The truly glorious sight, her juices slowly trailing down her legs and pooling onto the floor, was more than enough to get Asami over the edge, raucously screaming her name as he released himself into her.

Silence. Silence, with rough panting in the background. Aubrey lay dazed on the floor, her limbs limp as her face rested against the cool wood. Asami lay on top of her, slumped against her back, exhausted. Aubrey could say nothing, she didn't know what to say.