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Chapter 14: The Occurrence


What had he done?

Sesshoumaru strode down the hallway of Kodachi with a slightly more intimidating expression than usual, effectively causing those in the vicinity to do all in their power to avoid him.

His intimidation scheme had not gone as planned…

A snarl escaped his pursed lips.

For the first time… in a long time…

The Great Dog General, Sesshoumaru, had become slave to his instinctive impulses.

He had merely intended to put the girl in her place without drawing the attention of curious ears. Though, her response to his interrogation had been surprisingly strong. Despite the intense fear that was seeping from her pores, she had stood her ground against him and refused to let him strip her of her sound reasoning… for a second time.

He wouldn't dare admit it, but her defiance was intriguingly impressive. The fact that she had insisted on treating his wounds despite both her body's obvious lamentations and his relentless persecution, proved her to be quite the rare specimen.

An unyielding human female…

How interesting…

In that moment of recognition, his method of interrogation had sub-consciously shifted. Instincts that Sesshoumaru had silenced for his quest for power long ago, had, without warning, reignited.

All because of a defiant human woman.

He had grown tired of her high-pitched protests, of her audacious claims regarding his character. Irrationally and blindingly, the ache to take that ability away with his own lips seared the forefront of his mind. Though he had every intention to simply use his hand to accomplish the task, his body had, unexpectedly, acted upon his feral urges at the expense of his conscious will.

As soon as his skin made contact with hers, his mind immediately recoiled. Though he readily acknowledged his carelessness in allowing such an occurrence, he had been certain that there was no need to take precautions against such. For this thing before him was vile. A creature belonging to a race that he had detested since birth.

Their scent, their taste, their stupidity.

Everything about them had never once sparked his interest.

Until now, apparently.

Not only did her scent fill his nostrils with the same sweetness that he had merely whiffed from the previous night, but the rich taste of her mouth had remarkably complemented it. The softness of her rouge-lined lips began to quiver beneath him, a sign of fear; intent to flee.

Fire surged through his veins as his instinctive side anticipated and welcomed the thought of forcing this female into submission.

However, when he had latched his cruel hands onto her tiny shoulders, her immediate withdrawal and plea had snapped him out of his carnal daze.

He grimaced in remembrance. While he had successfully and seamlessly concealed his fault by faking his intentions, a more troublesome issue had made itself known.

For one reason or another, his primal-self had taken a physical interest in Rin. An interest that was strong enough to cause him to stumble in what he had thought was his unwavering discipline.

He would have to be especially cautious when in her presence from this moment onward.

Sesshoumaru's eyes refocused on the hallway ahead. He growled in self-deprecation as he neared the room where both he and Rin would be expected to enjoy themselves for the remnants of the evening. How he was going to securely remove this occurrence from the sights of his powerfully perceptive father, Sesshoumaru could not even fathom. Rin's spiked scent and shocked demeanor would most definitely give them away, if not also his own if he wasn't careful.

As he pondered the severity of Rin's altered scent in a room full of highly sensitive demons, something regarding that particular innate response of hers did not sit well with him. The scent of her arousal, undoubtedly caused by his touch, had been strangely tainted with an unexplained fear. It was the same scent mixture that she had unintentionally given off whenever they had first met; an intriguing sort that was unlike those that he had ever encountered in the past.

After a moment, he smirked.

"Ah… How interesting," he mulled as he came to understand the connection, "…A product of that past of hers, is it?"

He dwelled on such phenomenon for only a moment longer before drawing his thoughts to a close; he had reached the outer entrance of the assigned room. Whether it were by their physical reactions alone or by Rin opening her mouth in tattle, Sesshoumaru had no care to guess by which way his father would come to find out. The true worry upon his conscience, of course, was the security of his enthronement once his father inevitably did...


Rin, with arms crossed across her chest and hands grasping at each shoulder, sat in the fetal position upon the storage room's floor. She stared vacantly at the wooden mats below her as she struggled to latch onto any tiny bit of understanding that she could find. Alas, she came to nothing. Only replays of the situation stirred back and forth between her ears. Each time she pictured it, she grew even more sick.

Sesshoumaru-sama…

a man…

a demon…

...had kissed her.

For such a shallow and thoughtless reason as to degrade her claim, he toyed with her both mentally and physically…

Even when he was the only one that knew how she-

Her heart ached out of betrayal. Why did she ever say anything to him? What made her think that he could be trusted with personal and sensitive information such as that of her past?

She gritted her teeth in shame, fear, and confusion. Would he truly dare to use such things against her? Was he truly that evil?

And though she had every reason to believe these prospects from a demon with his reputation, a part of her dismissed the idea.

Though she had no idea why, she assumed it to be defensive denial…

Her anger slowly calmed and she replayed the scenario once more…

She grimaced slightly. The kiss he had forced upon her wasn't one that she would have anticipated for her first time, if she were to have ever planned on a first time...

It was rough and inflexible. It threatened her with immobility and ensnaring subjugation. How bitter this occurrence was as it catalyzed the reminder of her past…

Or so she had expected of it…

Ironically enough… The past that had caused her reigning fear of men and demons had suddenly disappeared during an intimate act with one.

While there was no mistake that she was scared of Sesshoumaru, of his touch, and petrified by the cruel bite of his crisp and burning eyes, something within her had, to her utter dismay, fought her decision when she decisively pushed him away.

This… This is what scared her the most.

The sarcastic voice of Cesaria-san rang through her ears.

"Though… Apparently his presence is fierce enough to bring you to your knees in a different way, Rin-chan. I don't know of any other human maiden that has received tingles of passion from that kind of guy."

She shook her head as she imagined such an absurd and adult concept…

Was it true? Did some deranged part of her physically yearn for this arrogant…bastard? While he had the face and body that any woman could justify, Rin had never given physical attraction a second thought after interacting with him for the first time.

The utter disappointment from that had long since erased any positive traits that he had…

The flickering of molten gemstones; a reflection of pained and betrayed eyes glimmering in the moonlit night.

…Right?

She despised everything about him…

One of the most softly woven, beautifully orange-dyed, yukatas, complete with an intricate gold-patterned embroidery that could have come from only the most talented and skilled hands in the region, had been given to her at his full expense.

…Right?

The confusion of an over-analytical, hormone-rampant, teenaged brain thwarted her efforts to come to a solid and defined conclusion. She placed both hands over her cheeks in an effort to cool her face; realizing just how hot and bothered she actually was.

Forcing herself to refocus on the tasks at hand, Rin decided upon three things.

The last five minutes never happened. She refused to dwell on things that had the potential to shatter everything that she had come to understand.

Her one purpose, even throughout this whole mess, was still intact. She had to ensure Sesshoumaru-sama's succession to the throne. No matter how much she wanted to see him fall off of a cliff.

And the most important one of all. She was to never fall in love with this demon. No matter what. She would never give him the satisfaction of gaining the affection of those that he relentlessly tormented.

At this point, Rin understood where she had to be. She understood that once she walked into that room tonight to entertain her guests, to entertain Sesshoumaru-sama, her innermost thoughts and feelings would be on display for all of the demons to see. If she were to keep up her end of the bargain, she would have to step up her game. This would all pay off eventually, she just had to remain diligent...

What was her move? How could she possibly distract herself from what had just occurred?


Yeah, yeah I know. This is a short chapter. But it was meant to be so. I only wanted their viewpoints to be shown here. Next up, more sess rin encounters. What will happen? Stay tuned to find out. Though I will be honest, probably not another update until Tuesday or Wednesday of next week. SOWWY.

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