AN: A few notes on this chapter…

1.) Naraku is a highly sensual character, and highly sexed. In this story, I have decided to make him bisexual. Usually, he is attracted to females, but in this story, Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru will be an exception.

2.) WARNING: Later on the chapter, it does get slightly lime-ish, but that is only for about half a paragraph. And don't worry, neither of our silver haired characters will be having sex with Naraku. Although, this is not to say the dark haired bastard will not try.

Reasoning behind this: because I can totally see Naraku using his sexuality to overpower his characters. He is a ruthless person, we know this. Therefore, this is just another addition to him. If you do not agree, that is too bad…but this is my story, and since it is a 'fan fiction' fiction is part of it. *laughs madly in the background*

Shadows Against A Shoji Screen

Chapter Five: traveling to unrealistic beauty

Gazing dimly out of the window, Sesshoumaru wondered why exactly he had decided to take a carriage. Carriages were so…overrated. So…without meaning. Only the rich drove them, the rich who were clueless about world. The fat lords who overtaxed the peasants, which in the end would only lead to an uprising. The fact that he, Sesshoumaru, the great lord of the western lands, was sitting in a carriage was revolting.

Watching the landscape drift by on the mountain road (mostly an assortment of newly budding aspens, birches, and scattered pines) he wondered about the destination he was being whisked away to in the beginning of spring. The time of year when there was merry making, children, flowers, and laughter—why was he traveling to his dark comrade, who he trusted less than a starved mountain bear. Why was he allowing the lack of privacy between the two?

Because, he thought dimly to himself, you want the sword.

Like the blooming of the cherry tress, and the falling of their petals; this statement was true. Never had he desired an object so much before in his life. The desire was bordering on obsession, and he closely watched his own actions, examining them for telltale signs. The winter had been too long. There had been too much free time. Too many invisible battles to plan, too many strategies emerging, too many dark and lonely hours... It had been one of the worst winters' ever. Sesshoumaru would not deny that he might have bordered on insanity if it had not been for her. For Rin.

It was not as though he loved her. He cared for her, yes. He fed her, yes. He gave her things to amuse her, things to clothe her—but he did not love her. Love was for the weak. It created vulnerability. Never would Sesshoumaru want a soft spot like the underside of a lizard. Never would he want his enemy to see fear on his features, and a cold sweat on his brow. Never.

The young girl had smiled and sang during those long, cold and white months of something more beautiful; the blossoming of spring. With each note that drifted across the snowy yard, he longed for such a time as well. Her dark large eyes had sparkled like that of a swollen river, and her laughter broke the tiring monotony of the day.

Examining a piece of his silver hair idly, he remembered the date he had stumbled across her in the woods near his castle. She had been bruised, bloody, and half alive. Things that he, a gentleman, would not dare utter had happened to the girl. Her body, her private temple, had been pillaged and sacked by the likes of man. And for one so young, only seventeen, there now seemed something in her extremely heartbreaking, and melancholy at times. A burden that a lady, such as herself, should not have to carry. Images that should not haunt her.

A month had passed, and only then did she speak gently, on that gray snowy day. The two had been breakfasting, the screens flung open so that the view of the pristine beauty on the edges of the brown and dead garden could be seen. Her voice had not been quiet and subdue, nor overly thankful. It had been she, and her alone, which spoke.

Therefore, this young girl, seventeen at the youngest, had come to live with him. As the dark months passed one after another, Sesshoumaru admitted to even himself that this girl brought a sparkle to his abode. A delicate sheen standing tenaciously against the crud and dirt of the world. A cheerful smile gracing her features, even when she blinked back tears. This was Rin. A human girl that he did not love, but a person he cared for.

The thought alarmed him that this young woman might be his weakness after all. Something he had sworn against for all these long years.

Allowing his eyes to drift to her reclined figure opposite him, a strange expression crossed over his features. It was not a look of pain or anger. The closest word that would come to ones mind would be; contentment.

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Upon exiting the carriage, the most preliminary aspect of his surroundings that he noticed, was the abundance of flowers. It was strange, he mused absently to himself, that there should be such great numbers of them. As though the world was trying too hard to be beautiful. As though it was covering something dark, quiet, and clever.

Gazing into the dim recess of the carriage, Sesshoumaru called out, not gently, yet not firmly, "Rin, we're here."

The girl glanced sleepily up, and upon realizing their destination, she dutifully left the deliciously warm interior in which they had been riding for some time now.

He heard her breathe catch in her throat, and he could only presume it was because of the colors and scents that nature had provided in this mountaintop abode. Large, lazy magnolia blossoms arched over their heads, their lower branches concealed by the pale lavender of the tulip trees. Finally on the ground, were a variety of bulbs, late and early blooming and growing together in euphoric harmony. These collections of colors and plants bordered the sloping steps that led to the fortress of Naraku.

From out of nowhere, a servant appeared, smiled gently, and ushered them up the steps.

Sesshoumaru's deep eyes narrowed in apprehension. It was too beautiful. Too perfect. There was something amiss. Yet, gazing down at Rin, a few paces behind, he felt that he could not alarm her. The girl was already in a delicate position as it was. Heightening her concerns would only prove worse.

"Please, this way." The servant beckoned again, as they reached the top of the stairs, and gazed out onto the formal gardens of the lord of the land. "He expects you in the dining room for lunch."

"He knows of our arrival?" Rin asked quietly, her large eyes still glancing around in joy at the variety of flora and fauna.

"Why yes. Of course he does." The servant answered, her face suddenly seeming very catlike in its expression, "Naraku know everything that goes on."

Suppressing any reaction at all, none that would give away the uneasiness he felt, he followed the dainty servant across the gravel pathway.

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The room was shady and cool, and seated down on the comfortable cloth cushions the three of them ate silently. Naraku, from his position at the head of the table, would every now and then glance up, and ask how they were enjoying the marinated eel, the pickled vegetables, the flavored rice.

Sesshoumaru, of course, made no response. It was not in his nature to indulge himself in social chitchat about things that he could not possibly care less. This was Rin's job. Rin was the social butterfly, a part of his personality long gone when the realties of the world had been thrown upon his back.

And Rin, truthful as she was, would reply, "Its very good. But…" she would pause, gazing at Sesshomaru and wondering whether or not she should continue with her critique.

"But what?" Naraku would reply coolly, his eyebrows rising in a most unnatural way.

"But…" she would begin again, slowly, and savoring the flavors on her tongue, "It needs to be more salty. Too much soy sauce."

This observation would then be followed by a silence, in which Naraku would test the food, and make no reply. He, Sesshoumaru, would just continue to chew thoughtfully on the piece of meat, trying not to allow the corner of his lips to turn up in amusement.

However, the meal was not so amusing as he would have hoped. In fact, it was rather dull and uneventful. Rin, although entranced with the grounds, seemed subdue and rather quiet inside his manor. And, he could possibly understand why. The style and design of the house was extremely traditional—as though this structure had been here for some times, for three hundred years at least. Everything seemed dark, and in muted shades of earthy colors. Rin's airy yukata was the only thing that even resembled colors that were now on full display atop the mountain.

Yet, there was something else about the house. Something dark, and old, and musty. Something that was not welcoming to say the least.

The meal was finished, and two beautiful ladies quickly whisked the remnants away. Sesshoumaru got to his feet, and began to make his way towards the patio, which overlooked the wide expanse of gravel and then in the distance, the inky mountainsides.

"It is," Sesshoumaru began coolly, "A very lovely villa you have here."

Naraku said nothing, his deep expressionless eyes tracing the visiting lord's movements.

"Did you inherit it?" Sesshoumaru asked, gazing down at his claws to study a speck of dirt beneath them.

The rustle of fabric told him that Naraku now too stood, and was making his way slowly towards him. Like a panther about to attack.

"No," he breathed, "I did not inherit it. In a way, you can say that I won it in a game of chance."

Gazing out at the spectacular blue sky of midday, Sesshoumaru expertly hid the questioning in his voice, "I see. This house is a representation of the power that you hold. Do you find yourself worthy of such an heirloom?"

Naraku lit a cigarette from behind and inhaled deeply. The terrible stench drifted across the room and he breathed in the scent. It was revolting like Naraku; his comrade.

"No. It is not worthy of me." Naraku replied coolly, his stance now casual.

There was a deep moment of silence, as both reflected out onto the sunny world beyond. Neither dared to leave the cool recesses of the shadows. The only one, who could bravely face the day without little fear, was Rin, who now sat at the table, gazing down at its glazed cedar top.

"Sesshoumaru-sama…" she began quietly, as she always did, "I was wondering if I could go down to the village."

Naraku laughed, it was not a kind laugh; no, it was mocking, and arrogant. "Why on earth would you want to go down to that maggot trap?"

Rin was quiet for a moment, her eyes moving from one object to another, as though there was some chase taking place.

"Because I grew up there." She conceded, now hoisting herself off the ground, and joining the two men. "I will be safe. Don't worry about me."

You know that is not possible, Rin.

"Go. However, be back before sundown. Even you cannot stand up to such villains who lurk in these dark hills."

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Naraku narrowed his dark eyes as he watched the lord of the western lands make his way across the yard. After the departure of Rin, Sesshoumaru had excused himself for a short amount of time. It was obvious that this youkai was not as strong as he had first appeared to be. Sesshoumaru had allowed himself to care. And if that wasn't enough, the object to which this was directed to was a human, and a female human at that. Naraku had surmised that Sesshoumaru would stand watch, and make sure the flimsy little thing got down to her maggot-like village. Naraku had played innocence with grace and had retired to the room he was now residing in.

Heaving a well-timed sigh, Naraku hoisted himself from the tatami mats that he was seated on. It was not as though he particularly wanted to move, the day, even by his standards (which were brutally high) was turning fine. The sky was abnormally blue, and the air atop the mountain made the affect like almost ambrosia. Yet, he had to leave the chamber—for his plans were now beginning.

And indeed, he had glorious plans for Sesshoumaru.

Striding smoothly along the deserted halls, he crept his way to the far recesses of the house, facing a deep valley, like a slice taken brutally from the earth. The midday sun did not reach this area well, and it sank back in the cool piney shadows, the red, bloodstained dirt surrounding the vicinity. Opening a non-descript shoji screen, and then another and another and another, he entered into the room, illuminated with a blue light, like that of fireflies dancing mindlessly through the summer breezes.

Smirking to himself, Naraku decided not to sit, but instead stood in the center of the room, gazing down into a silver bowl, its water sparkling and casting light even into the darkest corners of the room. His lips turned upwards in a smirk of satisfaction as he noticed the way the water swirled and spun in its metal container. This was his most treasured item, even more so than his demonic powers. This jewel was one of the main reasons to his success. How easily he could turn a person's spirit, bend it to his will. It was all fun and games, and what prizes he reaped from it.

Sesshoumaru would be just another pawn in the game for his ultimate victory. Naraku was painfully aware of the demon's pride, and dangerous, if not deadly, attitude. Yet now…the soft underside of villain had been revealed. For a time, Naraku would admit he was worried. There seemed nothing this inconvenient lord could not handle! It had been irritating.

However, he would have to play his cards ever so carefully. If he moved too soon his plan would be discovered. If his actions and movements were sluggish—then the preparation would be lost, the time for action disappeared like the summer's breeze.

Upon leaving the dining room, Naraku had informed one of his servants that Sesshoumaru was to meet him in this chamber. For some time now, the presence of this lord had been growing steadily stronger—and now he seemed just at the threshold.

Of all of the rooms in the structure, this one was the most dangerous and treasured. Despite the fact that the walls were lit with an unearthly blue light which emanated from a bowl placed in the center of the room, it was also the room in which he was most at risk of discovery. While controlling his dispels, he was defenseless within these paper walls.

In this room, he controlled the figures that he created, he watched their births and deaths bloom and whither like flowers before his eye. His power amazed even him…but not only that, the foolishness of man, as well as demons, astounded him in their predictable ways. If you taunted them with things that they believed were theirs, the vision would be clouded by the deep color of jealousy.

And my, my, what plans he did have.

Sesshoumaru was not exception to his rule. Sesshoumaru would be hard to turn, but in the end, he could manage it. For months, he had been studying the personality of the striking demon lord—and yet, there seemed nothing that the bastard was afraid of; or even hated with a passion. Sesshoumaru did not even hate his brother as much as it appeared—it was only the sword he was after. For a while, Naraku had been close to panicking—yet after having watched the scene unfold in the dining room, he realized he now had his perfect plan. The key to Sesshoumaru's weakness was Rin. The pathetic human girl.

Leaning over the silvery bowl, he watched the mercury-like liquid gush and swirl by its own accord. His face was highlighted in shadows from the light, and smirking once again, he idly slipped his finger into the substance. Shivering in ecstasy, he quickly withdrew it, and wiped it clean onto his silken clothes. All that there was left to do was wait; wait for Sesshoumaru. Wait for him to fall into a hole in which he could never escape from…

The door leading to the chamber slid open suddenly, and turning a half menacing, half startled glare in the direction, he quickly smoothed his features and once again slipped back into his noble role.

"Oh, you found me?" He quipped, walking towards the silver haired youkai's taught figure. Naraku was painfully aware of the way the clothes hugged his form, and the bit of collarbone revealing his pale skin that he hungered for.

Sesshomaru did not reply, his golden eyes following Naraku about the room.

"Just as well," Naraku continued eyeing him intently, "There is something I have been wanting to show you…"

Really, Naraku thought darkly, Sesshoumaru was too good looking. Even by his standards.

The form roused itself, and questioned, "What would that be."

Lifting his arm, and pointing to the basin in the middle of the room, he moved towards it, like a mother extending her arms for their babe.

"This would be my treasure," Naraku murmured, his long fingers gently brushing against the metal surface. "Since we are allies, I figured that it was time to let you in on the secret."

Whether or not Sesshoumaru showed some sign of interest, it was hard to say. However, he did move nearer to the bowl, his movements well thought out, as though every blink of his eye had to be first contemplated so as to not give his many secrets away.

Leaning once again over the bowl, Naraku hissed tenderly, "It does come in handy…here, let me demonstrate."

Sesshoumaru too inclined over the basin, the depths beginning to swirl faster and faster as though by his control. Naraku closed his eyes, and said in his deep voice, "Show me…Inuyasha."

The metallic liquid churned suddenly, swirling faster and faster…and then suddenly, it stopped, and its surface was calm, without a movement. On this exterior, the image steadily grew clear, and voices of people who were not present echoed throughout the room.

"Why the hell do you always have to play that instrument all the time?!" boomed Inuyasha's voice.

"I don't," began a stern, if not softer tone, "You just are always around when I do. If you do not want to listen, go somewhere else. Your castle is big enough for the two of us, you know."

"But why should I have to leave, eh? Its my castle!" Inuyasha barked angrily.

The image was that of two people seated together on a sunny porch deck, a newly budding garden surrounding them. Inuyasha was leaning haphazardly against a doorway, while glaring down at (what Sesshoumaru presumed his young wife) who was playing the koto.

Sesshoumaru caught his breath, and turned towards Naraku, "Where did you find this?"

Naraku formed a practically devious smile, "I never reveal my secrets." His dark expressionless eyes turned once more down to the bowl, narrowing ever so slightly as they rested upon the figure of the female.

"Beautiful." He breathed deeply, "For a human. There are not too many of her kind—those which had brains, beauty and breasts."

Saying nothing, Sesshoumaru studied the female form for a moment longer, his brother shortly forgotten. Naraku was right, it seemed. The girl was abnormally striking—and never before had a seen a human possess eyes in that shade of blue.

And for a moment in time, Sesshoumaru envied his bother. But that passed.

"Yes." He replied curtly, "She is quite striking."

Naraku glanced at the silver haired youkai in a questioning sort of way. The tone of his voice and the gleam to his eyes had been odd. It was a move he had counted on. Naraku had counted on the mutual attraction between Kagome and Sesshoumaru…and when the time came, how gloriously they would unite, at the cost of all others—of his brother, Inuyasha, and even the girl herself would perish.

Excusing himself from the place besides the bowl, Naraku walked slowly around the room, aware that Sesshoumaru was still eying the contents with fascination. Yet, a thought struck him, and his thick eyebrows furrowed together in a moment of bewilderment.

There was still the human. The girl.

Had he been false in his perceptions earlier that morning? Was there only a mutual friendship devised of a hierarchy that both were aware of? He had to be sure. All his plans had to be set in stone. There could be no shadows of doubt lurking in the corner. His plans were all or nothing, and he wanted it all. Silently he rubbed his hands together, as he did so, a small spider like thread appeared, and then another and then another, until there were three of such strands. Tucking his hands behind his back, he moved alongside Sesshoumaru and said in an exhausted voice, "If you will excuse me, Sesshoumaru, I feel very tired. I just returned from an excursion near Edo yesterday, and that has not afforded me much sleep."

The demon said nothing, his eye not even meeting Naraku's emotionless depths.

"But, feel free to look upon anything you want to. Dinner is served at seven, try not to be late."

Sesshoumaru's pale lips formed the words, "Why would I be late?" There was an accusation in the tone, which Naraku was not fond of.

"Well, incase you find yourself enthralled with this," he motioned to the bowl in a wide sweep, "Or incase you walk around the grounds. It truly the best time of year to be doing so."

"Is that so." Sesshoumaru coolly replied, his eyes moving slowly about the room.

Making his way towards the shoji screens, Naraku murmured underneath his breathe, "Show him Rin and my power."

Sesshoumaru, was now staring at the liquid as the image was erased by some hand of god, and did not hear this. The contents began to swirl, faster and faster and faster.

Like before, all was calm, and the image remained. The image of Rin; who was not alone in the forest.

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The room was opaque with the thick, heavily scented steam that surrounded his body, and enveloped all objects into a dim murky color palate. The glazed tile gleamed a startling shade of blue and green in the flickering lamplight. Reclining his head against the cool surface, Naraku let a gasp of pleasure emit from his lips as the water washed into crevices, its nearly boiling temperature searing his already blackened soul. His dark glossy hair tumbled over his shoulder, its delicate curls plastered in pleasure against his bronzed skin. The curves and contours to his body rippled as he adjusted his position to allow for the girl at his side to better reach the parts she was trying to bring enlightenment. Another voluptuous female flattened her engorged breasts against his skin, and tenderly licked his body over.

This was one of the benefits to his power.

A few moments more of such pleasure continued, gasps, groans, and the musical gushing of the water the only thing heard. Then, Naraku wiping his brow to relinquish the sweat that had formed there, commanded, "Leave me now."

The two bare females gave him a parting gift, and then left the bath.

Smirking to himself as he caught his breath, he licked his lips as though he had just feasted on a fine meal. There was yet another course that he wanted to sample, to test. This was his silver haired guest. It amused him how attracted he was to this youkai, how it was so hard to control his body from reacting in very un-business-like ways. Sesshoumaru was just so…untouched in his untapped resources. He was pure, despite the blood stained past. Sesshoumaru held a power of subtle sensuality that even in its light fragrance overpowered his senses. It was glorious. In addition, Naraku had resolved that once this little war was over, Sesshoumaru would one day his; begging for his touch.

The thought turned him on, damn it.

Trying to clear his head of all such thoughts, although it was rather hard, considering the smell of bodily fluids still surrounded him; he lifted his fingers from out of the water, and as though he was plucking an imaginary koto the silver strands of silk appeared. Closing his eyes, he saw the scene materialize about him, and still moving his fingers, he acted the three parts. This would be the test of Sesshoumaru's will. If the lord of the western lands acted in the manner that he supposed, than his task would much easier. The pieces would fall into place. And one day Sesshoumaru would be felt beneath him…his deep voice hoarsely calling…calling…

And the most ingenious part of his plan was: they could never trace it back to him. For, in reality, the people he created did not exist. The yearning for such a thing or fear caused them to take solid form. If such a thought was expected, then out of the depths he could leap—and blood would be spilt, people would scream out in pain for an imaginary figure that terrorized their weak minds.

The scream of the young human girl rang through his ears…

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It was deep afternoon on the mountainside leading towards Naraku's fortress. Everything seemed in muted shades, as though their beauty only survived morning and mid-afternoon, and everything was now retiring for the night. All were closing tightly, hiding from Rin's deep and dark colored eyes. The air had suddenly turned cold as shadows from a passing cloud fell upon the hillside. Quickening her step, her deep eyes moving quickly, like that of a bird, she hastened to the castle.

Perhaps she had stayed too long.

Yet, people from her troublesome past had treated her with such a generosity she could not easily pull away from a part of her that had once been her history. Although such memories stabbed her bitterly at night, they were her comfort during the long days. Only when Sesshoumaru was near did her past seem non-existent, and only the future remained. There had never been a brutal autumn, quiet winter, and a subtle spring. With him, there was only now and tomorrow.

Her elegant from paused suddenly, her ears pricked in apprehension as she gazed about the tumble of the forest, a mixture of dried and dead leaves and small sprigs of grass. The light from the sun had now grown dimmer, and the trees were cast into hazy lavender, the area suddenly cold and ominous. Yet is was not the weakening of the suns light that disturbed her, but the heavy footsteps she could have sworn she heard. All seemed quiet, dull and dark.

Turning around, she breathed in suddenly, her deep glossy eyes wide in mild fear. Three men stood gazing at her, their hands resting on their own weapon. Their clothes were that of bandits, and the scars visible on a few of their muscled arms only confirmed the fact. Silently Rin prayed that nothing would happen…yet, she was not stupid, and she knew this. These were bandits; and when presented with a young, unarmed innocent girl such as herself, the men would take advantage of the situation. Yet, hope always sprung eternal in her heart…

Nodding slightly to them, an uneasy smile resting on her pretty lips, she continued up the mountain slope. Yet, the footsteps followed, as did their voices.

"Can you believe this girl? Not even saying hello." Mumbled a deep sensual voice that seemed slightly familiar.

"What is the world coming to, eh?" Replied another, his voice a rich tenor.

"I believe that we should show her suitable behavior." Suggested the corporeal voice again.

The third grunted in agreement. Their steps quickened.

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A shriek of fright echoed about the room and bounced off the walls. Sesshoumaru, who had his back turned to the untrustworthy bowl, strode forward, his pupils enlarged in emotion. Grasping the silver rim with his dangerously sharp claws, he leaned forward, and gazed at the scene that lay before him.

A forest area surrounded Rin, crumpled leaves, and freshly budding trees. Yet, her figure was not so easily seen. It lay on the ground; a large figure holding her outstretched arms, another holding her slightly parted legs, and finally, a thin muscular figure straddling her body as he began to undue the folds in her yukata.

An additional scream, then tears began to roll down her delicate cheeks.

"We're on a fucking mountainside, bitch. No one is going to hear you scream." The slim man smirked, his eyes clouded with passion as he held one of her breasts in his hands, while continuing to fondle it tenderly, "Try to enjoy yourself, won't you?"

Turning harshly, Sessshoumaru sped out of the room, his face expressionless, yet his eyes dangerous and steely in texture.

He had paused halfway down the mountain slope and listened intently for a second. Her sobs were magnified to intensity, and the trees and shrubs turning indistinct about him, he continued his search, which did not take him long.

The solitary item he remembered was the screams of the three bandits, the ripping of bodies with his claws, and the blood staining his garments and the unsullied grass. Even in the beginning, the blossoming of life, the lust and hatred of blood still called out to his contaminated soul.

The rest of the trip only consisted of the weight of Rin against his back, her subdue gratitude mingling with her tears. Her smooth arms wrapped about his neck, as though clinging to him for support. Yet, soon Rin would recover…by the time they reached the castle for diner, she walked quietly along side him. A companion.

And when the shoji screen slid open, Naraku's eyes burned in utter triumph. Sesshoumaru had failed his test. Now…the fun would begin. Now the destruction of these lives would begin.

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AN: is it me, or did this chapter seem short? I think its because of all the spaces, but it is just turns up like that! It's not like I mean it, I swear! O__O.

Yeah, Naraku was pretty nasty, but I dunno…its always fun to write about a highly sexed person…^_^;; heh heh…seriously. I think Naraku is pretty hot, if not evil. Just a misunderstood guy, lust for power…like Macbeth. Poor guy. Anyways, yeah, but Naraku does get a lot, dosen't he? Oh well, with power comes privileges. Also…I do like shonen-ai/yaoi…but this fic won't have any really…but I mean, Naraku and Sesshoumaru would be a cute couple as far as looks go. You have the pale and fair (sesshie-chan!!) and the dark and bronze ('ku'-chan!!!)…see? Its like Harry and Draco! It works, darn it. But..don't worry…there will be no pairings with guy/guy stuff…

Also, lack of Inuyasha/Kagome this chapter. I know. Sorry for all you guys, but I decided to look to Sessh again. Next chapter will be…Inuyasha and KIKYOU! *hides behind a crate of tomatoes* I know…you guys hate her. But don't worry, the next chapter is basically a HUDGE flashback explaining relationships ect ect ect…

This is a long authors notes… I guess I feel like talking…June 21 the new Harry Potter book comes out! I am not going to buy it until I get back from France, because if I get it before, I will be all wanting to read it in France…!! O______O;;;;