In the Blood

With an elegant, lazy glance that only he could pull off, Sesshoumaru looked over his shoulder at the waitress bouncing towards him. She wasn't intimidated by the Armani that he wore. She poured his black coffee – which was just as bitter as he was- and introduced herself as Rin.

He knew that his father met the love of his life in this place and so had his half-brother. They both lived happily –if anyone could tell from an outside distance. As he watched the woman who would be serving him today, tomorrow and then many days after that, he uncharacteristically wondered why he couldn't as well.