A/N: Thanks for the reviews, you guys are awesome. Here's the final chapter for the next handful of days or so. I've got tests coming up and this weekened i plan on not being at home, and i doubt where i'm going i'll be able to write/post. So, i'm leaving you guys with something thinking. Who's "stalking" Aubrey and what do you think they want? Could it be her attacker from three years ago? I dunno! But you guys wont be finding out til i get back, dont let the suspense get to ya... eat a cookie. :) Anyways, enjoy! Review please, and fangirl on! XOXOXO

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

Chapter 29

Aubrey woke the next morning to an empty spot next to her. She sat up and stretched, grabbing the shirt Asami had discarded last night, before leaving the man's bedroom. She found the man at the breakfast table, papers in one hand, his coffee mug in the other.

"Mornin'.." Murmured the belle as she took her implied seat before him, wincing as her rear made contact with the soft cushion.

Asami smirked, "Good morning." He said. Aubrey's hair was tussled from her slumber, her wrists rubbed raw from his makeshift tie bounds, her voice raspy from all the screaming and crying, the skin of her neck and shoulders laced with love marks and bites left by him and him alone. But what had to be icing on his cock busting cake was the fact that she was wearing one of his shirts. Asami had sexed the belle half way through the night. Taking her bound form not only on her room floor, but also in the shower… and on the bathroom counter… and finally in his bedroom where she'd just woken up. Asami found himself smirking more as he sipped casually on his coffee, Aubrey had been quite a sweet treat indeed. "After such a… rigorous night of activity, I would think you'd have quite an appetite this morning." He said smoothly, almost like he was discussing the weather.

Aubrey blushed, glaring at him from across the table. "Can you not?" She huffed.

Asami didn't see what the need for being shy was, he was more than sure that every worker in his home had heard the mews coming from the ever vocal beauty.

"Oh, right, my apologies." He said sarcastically. "Eat Aubrey."

"You don't tell me what the hell to do."


"Sesshomaru?"

No one had seen the young doctor for days following his engagement party, he hadn't even shown up for any of his shifts at the hospital-which struck everyone as odd. Hearing this from an annoying, yet highly worried blonde (whom was oblivious to the fact that she and his family's elders were the ones who drove him to this particular point), Inukimi hopped on the first flight back to Tokyo to see what was wrong with her only child, praying that he hadn't gone off and done something to hurt himself (he was always so… dramatic as a child). When he didn't open the door, after she'd knocked and kicked for minutes on end, she took it upon herself getting inside. An expert at picking locks with hair pens, she never left home without them.

"Sesshomaru?" His mother called again, stepping into the young doctor's home.

It was dark inside despite the sun being out, books and papers lay scattered along the floor and tables. Inukimi made her way up the stairs to her son's bedroom, not the least bit surprised to find him tucked into his bed. He did the same thing as a young boy, wouldn't leave his bed for anything for days on end. She sat down next to him, brushing his bangs back from his forehead.

"Sessh-kun," She said. "Talk to me child."

Sesshomaru was drawn by his mother's voice, like he always have been, rolling over to face her exceptionally kind face. With a heavy heart and a quiver in his throat, he went on to tell his mother about the events that had taken place at his engagement party. Inukimi had been so outraged about her child being forced onto the path she and Inutashio had been forced onto, having to marry someone he didn't know nor love, vowing that she wanted nothing to do with his new bride, her family, or any festivities. She listened to her son's explanation for isolating himself from the rest of the world, giving an inward sigh.

"Maybe you should just tell her that the elders threatened her, and that's why you're doing this. That way she'll know that you still love her."

"And ruin her happiness? You should've seen how she looked with Asami… What if this is for the best? He can give her everything I can't without someone threatening to tear them apart." The young doctor said, defeated.

"Nonsense," Said his mother. "I've never seen two people more meant for each other than you and Aubrey. You both have gone through so much together, it wouldn't be right to just end it like this. God wouldn't have you go through all of this if it was for nothing, and I'm sure he doesn't want you to give up… and neither does Aubrey. We women… we want our men to stand up and fight for us. You have everything you need to be the victor, you just don't see it yet."

Sesshomaru stared up into his mother's face, "But not even father could-"

"Oh hush," Said Kimi. "Your father half asses with everything but his work. I'll worry about talking to him, you just worry about yourself."

"But she doesn't want to see me anymore, mother. She's with someone else."

"Stop worrying yourself into a fit, boy. You're making me depressed." The woman scolded. "Just do what I told you and I'll handle the rest. Just listen to me, mother knows best."


Asami peered at the belle, question in his dark eyes, as he wondered just what in the hell she was doing. They hadn't been official for too long, and already she was proving to brighten up his daily routines tenfold. There was always something new, be it good or bad. Aubrey had tagged along with him that day after breakfast to one of his meetings, respectfully, but her presence had been far more of a nuisance than a benefit. She had dressed accordingly, like she was told to, but Asami hadn't expected her to look so dam good. While he was supposed to have been focusing, his mind was on Aubrey and undressing her slowly. If he could take her right there in the office he would… had they been alone… and had she actually have been there. But as he watched her on the monitor's screen (there were cameras all over his building and the belle had left moments prior, excusing herself to the ladies' room), the motion of her pencil skirt molding to her form with each step she took, the slight bounce in her bust, her wild curls, Asami found himself watching the small screen on his desk and smirking more so than his own men. How someone could get so turned around, when there were signs clear as day on where to go, he didn't know, but he was highly amused to say the least. And when they returned back to his place, Asami was going to let the belle know just how entertaining she was. But as he watched the belle navigate back, noticed something odd- she wasn't alone. Asami's brows furrowed as she shifted in his chair, his gaze even more intent on scrutinizing the screen. Whoever it was following his Aubrey was exceptionally clever, meaning they knew about the cameras and being on constant watch; they knew exactly where the blind spots were and stayed disclosed within them. But Asami's keen eyesight could easily pick up on their shadow trailing unnoticed behind the belle.

"Mr. Ryuichi?" Someone called. "Mr. Ryuichi?"

Asami looked up at the sound of his name, "What?" He asked, annoyance in his gruff voice.

"Did you hear anything I just said, Mr. Ryuichi?" The man asked, his own brows bridging together. The poor man had all but talked the air from his lungs, explaining that rivals had attempted to invade their territory but weren't successful, just to have the man basically ignore him.

"No I didn't," Replied Asami. "Repeat it." But by the time he looked back at the screen, Aubrey had all but made it back to them and her silent stalker was gone.

Aubrey quietly slipped back inside the meeting room, small clouds of second hand smoke pooled at the ceiling, mixing with the stench of whisky, taking her seat next to Asami's side. He casted her an acknowledging glance, but otherwise said nothing as he draped a protective arm around her shoulders. Now that his woman was back at his side, it would've appeared like the man was ready, set, and focused once again. Bu Asami couldn't have been further from it. He couldn't stop his thoughts from drifting back to the images on his screen. Who was silently stalking his belle? What could they want from her? Could they want to do her harm to get to him? No, He wouldn't allow anything to happen to her. But the most important question, who was it?