UnSpoken Love By: OtakuSailorV
Chapter 3: Miss Rin Isn't In
Sesshoumaru found it hard believing that a human, of all beings, contained the thing that he had been searching relentlessly for, for over 21 years.
But it must be so. Miko's, in the days before humans were the dominant species, had unbelievable power. Enough to even rival a demon's power.
But in these days of science and technology, those that had the powers of a miko were not trained in the art, and their power lay dormant. And those that did know of their powers, and wanted to train themselves, would have a hard time finding someone who could teach them how to use their powers, and use them wisely at the same time. He, in all his years, could not think of one time when a sudden and mysterious death or destruction of any kind was said to be a 'terrorist act.' The humans hid their awesome power like it was something to be ashamed of; those few that knew of the power would always be keeping it from others, fearing the worst. Were humans so blind that they could not see what they could do with such power? But, knowing humans, they would simply use it to destroy each other. Use those that had this power to achieve a new kind of warfare.
Was this human that carried this light with her, was she, could she be. . .a miko? Could the light he saw only be a manifestation of this humans power? Was the feeling of chasing it nothing more than his demon spirit reacting to the magical powers of a human? Was he wasting his time chasing after her? Would this all end badly if he could not control his demon half, supposing that she was only a miko that was attracting him unknowingly with her powers?
He sighed into the wind as he slid gracefully through the air from building to building. This was all so confusing. But inside, his heart pulled, telling him to go forward, that by going forward he would find out why he needed to find this light. And his mind yelled for him to stop, that by going even one more step, he might doom himself.
The papers in his hand said that she worked at an office building. He recalled that the humans in this building always opened their wares an hour after everyone else. Lazy things that they were, but most humans in this time were.
He stopped as he spotted the building. Sighing one last time, he stepped off the top of the building he was on, and let himself fall down into an alley, only receiving a few peculiar or shocked glances from humans that looked like they were near insanity anyway.
Tipping his hat forward over his eyes, ears and the markings on his face and forehead, he strode out of the alley. Situating his swords in just the right way, he glanced around at the humans and slid in among them, becoming one with the mid-morning crowd.
* * *
He stepped into the open, cool building and glanced about the marble interior. In a way, it was no different from the humans Hall of Records that he had visited earlier that morning, except that the marble in this building was a dark green, instead of black.
His shoes clacked on the hard floor - which was also marble - as his swords jingled slightly at his side.
'Humans have something for marble in their important buildings.' He noted as he strode forward.
He stopped right in front of the counter, glancing from the corners of his eyes for the human that was supposed to be behind the counter assisting him.
There was no sign of a human clerk visually though. So, he let himself sniff the air for a human scent. His ears pricked forward as the sound of someone's muffled, frustrated breathing sounded just below his line of vision. He caught the scent of a female human at almost exactly the same time.
Slowly, he moved his head downward to see the human straining with a large and heavy looking box on the floor.
He looked straight ahead again with an inward sigh. 'Humans are so weak. Especially the female of their species.' He wrinkled his nose at the observation before clearing his throat loudly.
There was a small gasp before the female straightened suddenly, saluting. Her entire form was rigid, her mouth drawn into a thin line, her eyes staring straight ahead alertly, and her form swaying slightly from the sudden incline.
She noticed Sesshoumaru and blushed furiously, letting her hand fall to her side and sighing slightly. "Sorry about that, sir. Um, how may I help you?"
"I'm looking for a human that works here." He stated almost as soon as her sentence was finished, ignoring her blushing and her quizzical look.
"Um, o-ok, what's their name?" The girl went to the computer that lay to her right, still blushing and glancing swiftly at the handsome man before her.
"Her name is Rin." He said.
The girl's face fell slightly, but she clicked the name in anyway. "And her last name?"
He brought the papers forward and searched it thoroughly. "Her last name is Higurashi."
The girl clicked away rapidly, but her eyes still flicked toward Sesshoumaru every few seconds, as if he might leave if she didn't watch him.
She made a face at the results. "She's in room 302." The girl said in a haughty, snobbish voice. She glared menacingly at the screen, upset that the tall gorgeous figure was leaving in the direction that she was pointing her finger.
With an angry sigh, she commenced in picking up the large box again.
* * *
He strode down the halls, following the signs that read, 'To rooms 300-350'.
The signs led him to a glass elevator at what seemed like the heart of the building. Pressing the 'up' button, he watched as the glass marvel slid down toward him, carrying two other human occupants.
The two stepped off, both female, talking and laughing until they spotted him. They seemed to stop, like they wanted to move back into the elevator, but they stepped out, letting him step in. Without a word, they watched the glass elevator rise, taking Sesshoumaru with it.
"D-did that man have swords with him?" The first asked, seemingly older than the other woman.
"Who cares, he was hot!" The other one said with a small blush and a laugh.
Both women smiled at each other and laughed again, continuing on their business and forgetting the tall figure that had just passed them.
* * *
He stepped off at the 7th floor, and found that room 300 was right in front of him.
He suddenly felt his heart race, he had not expected to come so close to what he was searching for. His quest was almost over.
He took in a deep breath and glanced down the hall, spotting room 302, it's door closed tightly just a few yards away.
Striding forward like a machine, he felt his heart jump at every step that brought him closer to the door numbered 302.
He stopped in front of it, small beads of sweat forming at his brow line. He felt like his face was growing warm with embarrassed anticipation. His fingers jittered at his sides, his palms grew sweaty within seconds.
Drawing in another deep breath, he forced his body to calm and return itself to his usual noble stature.
It obeyed, and he moved to knock at the door before his body jumped back into that strange feeling of anxiety again.
*bam, bam, bam*
He heard his knuckles crack on the wood of the door magnified a thousand times. He thought he would go deaf from the noise that suddenly drummed in his ears.
The clacking and scraping of human feet on floors above and below him. The sound of his own breath, and the breathing of the humans in the building. The scrape of his shoes on the carpet, the whisk of the door as a human male breezed into the building and the soft music from the elevator.
Everything seemed to be closing in on him, squeezing, grasping, holding him, and making him choke to breathe.
He noticed that the anxiety had set in again, making him sweat and making his heart race. Angrily, he cleared his mind and composed himself, forcing the anxiety away with a long sigh.
He noticed that no one had yet answered the door, and he knocked again.
This time, the anxiety didn't hit him again. Instead, he heard the shuffle of human feet getting louder and louder as it approached the door.
He stood rigid, waiting for the door to open.
The knob turned, with the soft clack of the lock as it pulled away from the doorframe.
The scent of wildflowers floated out the door as a human head started to turn this way and that.
A girl with long black hair searched for the person who had knocked on her door quietly.
She spotted Sesshoumaru and smiled at him. "Hello, how may I help you, sir?"
He noticed almost immediately that she didn't bear a light, nor did she resemble the young female human that was pictured on the papers that he held in his hand still.
"I'm looking for a young human girl by the name of Rin Higurashi." He stated.
The woman before him didn't seem to notice that he used the term 'human' as if he weren't one. Her eyebrows didn't even raise or furrow in question.
"Ah, yes, Rin-chan." The girl said with a smile. "I'm sorry, she's not in today. It's her week off."
Sesshoumaru felt his heart sink, and he nodded. "Thank you." He said before turning to leave.
"Hey, wait, I could give you her address. . ." The girl started.
He flashed the papers. "Thank you, but I already know where she lives. Good day."
The girl nodded as he disappeared into the elevator that was crowded with workers getting on and off.
With a sigh, she turned and resumed her work in her office, fingering a picture of a white haired man with small white ears on the top of his head.
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Hey, sorry it took me so long to update again guys. ^_^;; I just couldn't get in the mood to write for this story. Finally, I did though, and here's the chapter. I'll try to have another chapter out within the next 2 weeks, so, yeah.
Thanks for all the kind reviews. ^_^ Ja!!!
Review please!!!
Chapter 3: Miss Rin Isn't In
Sesshoumaru found it hard believing that a human, of all beings, contained the thing that he had been searching relentlessly for, for over 21 years.
But it must be so. Miko's, in the days before humans were the dominant species, had unbelievable power. Enough to even rival a demon's power.
But in these days of science and technology, those that had the powers of a miko were not trained in the art, and their power lay dormant. And those that did know of their powers, and wanted to train themselves, would have a hard time finding someone who could teach them how to use their powers, and use them wisely at the same time. He, in all his years, could not think of one time when a sudden and mysterious death or destruction of any kind was said to be a 'terrorist act.' The humans hid their awesome power like it was something to be ashamed of; those few that knew of the power would always be keeping it from others, fearing the worst. Were humans so blind that they could not see what they could do with such power? But, knowing humans, they would simply use it to destroy each other. Use those that had this power to achieve a new kind of warfare.
Was this human that carried this light with her, was she, could she be. . .a miko? Could the light he saw only be a manifestation of this humans power? Was the feeling of chasing it nothing more than his demon spirit reacting to the magical powers of a human? Was he wasting his time chasing after her? Would this all end badly if he could not control his demon half, supposing that she was only a miko that was attracting him unknowingly with her powers?
He sighed into the wind as he slid gracefully through the air from building to building. This was all so confusing. But inside, his heart pulled, telling him to go forward, that by going forward he would find out why he needed to find this light. And his mind yelled for him to stop, that by going even one more step, he might doom himself.
The papers in his hand said that she worked at an office building. He recalled that the humans in this building always opened their wares an hour after everyone else. Lazy things that they were, but most humans in this time were.
He stopped as he spotted the building. Sighing one last time, he stepped off the top of the building he was on, and let himself fall down into an alley, only receiving a few peculiar or shocked glances from humans that looked like they were near insanity anyway.
Tipping his hat forward over his eyes, ears and the markings on his face and forehead, he strode out of the alley. Situating his swords in just the right way, he glanced around at the humans and slid in among them, becoming one with the mid-morning crowd.
* * *
He stepped into the open, cool building and glanced about the marble interior. In a way, it was no different from the humans Hall of Records that he had visited earlier that morning, except that the marble in this building was a dark green, instead of black.
His shoes clacked on the hard floor - which was also marble - as his swords jingled slightly at his side.
'Humans have something for marble in their important buildings.' He noted as he strode forward.
He stopped right in front of the counter, glancing from the corners of his eyes for the human that was supposed to be behind the counter assisting him.
There was no sign of a human clerk visually though. So, he let himself sniff the air for a human scent. His ears pricked forward as the sound of someone's muffled, frustrated breathing sounded just below his line of vision. He caught the scent of a female human at almost exactly the same time.
Slowly, he moved his head downward to see the human straining with a large and heavy looking box on the floor.
He looked straight ahead again with an inward sigh. 'Humans are so weak. Especially the female of their species.' He wrinkled his nose at the observation before clearing his throat loudly.
There was a small gasp before the female straightened suddenly, saluting. Her entire form was rigid, her mouth drawn into a thin line, her eyes staring straight ahead alertly, and her form swaying slightly from the sudden incline.
She noticed Sesshoumaru and blushed furiously, letting her hand fall to her side and sighing slightly. "Sorry about that, sir. Um, how may I help you?"
"I'm looking for a human that works here." He stated almost as soon as her sentence was finished, ignoring her blushing and her quizzical look.
"Um, o-ok, what's their name?" The girl went to the computer that lay to her right, still blushing and glancing swiftly at the handsome man before her.
"Her name is Rin." He said.
The girl's face fell slightly, but she clicked the name in anyway. "And her last name?"
He brought the papers forward and searched it thoroughly. "Her last name is Higurashi."
The girl clicked away rapidly, but her eyes still flicked toward Sesshoumaru every few seconds, as if he might leave if she didn't watch him.
She made a face at the results. "She's in room 302." The girl said in a haughty, snobbish voice. She glared menacingly at the screen, upset that the tall gorgeous figure was leaving in the direction that she was pointing her finger.
With an angry sigh, she commenced in picking up the large box again.
* * *
He strode down the halls, following the signs that read, 'To rooms 300-350'.
The signs led him to a glass elevator at what seemed like the heart of the building. Pressing the 'up' button, he watched as the glass marvel slid down toward him, carrying two other human occupants.
The two stepped off, both female, talking and laughing until they spotted him. They seemed to stop, like they wanted to move back into the elevator, but they stepped out, letting him step in. Without a word, they watched the glass elevator rise, taking Sesshoumaru with it.
"D-did that man have swords with him?" The first asked, seemingly older than the other woman.
"Who cares, he was hot!" The other one said with a small blush and a laugh.
Both women smiled at each other and laughed again, continuing on their business and forgetting the tall figure that had just passed them.
* * *
He stepped off at the 7th floor, and found that room 300 was right in front of him.
He suddenly felt his heart race, he had not expected to come so close to what he was searching for. His quest was almost over.
He took in a deep breath and glanced down the hall, spotting room 302, it's door closed tightly just a few yards away.
Striding forward like a machine, he felt his heart jump at every step that brought him closer to the door numbered 302.
He stopped in front of it, small beads of sweat forming at his brow line. He felt like his face was growing warm with embarrassed anticipation. His fingers jittered at his sides, his palms grew sweaty within seconds.
Drawing in another deep breath, he forced his body to calm and return itself to his usual noble stature.
It obeyed, and he moved to knock at the door before his body jumped back into that strange feeling of anxiety again.
*bam, bam, bam*
He heard his knuckles crack on the wood of the door magnified a thousand times. He thought he would go deaf from the noise that suddenly drummed in his ears.
The clacking and scraping of human feet on floors above and below him. The sound of his own breath, and the breathing of the humans in the building. The scrape of his shoes on the carpet, the whisk of the door as a human male breezed into the building and the soft music from the elevator.
Everything seemed to be closing in on him, squeezing, grasping, holding him, and making him choke to breathe.
He noticed that the anxiety had set in again, making him sweat and making his heart race. Angrily, he cleared his mind and composed himself, forcing the anxiety away with a long sigh.
He noticed that no one had yet answered the door, and he knocked again.
This time, the anxiety didn't hit him again. Instead, he heard the shuffle of human feet getting louder and louder as it approached the door.
He stood rigid, waiting for the door to open.
The knob turned, with the soft clack of the lock as it pulled away from the doorframe.
The scent of wildflowers floated out the door as a human head started to turn this way and that.
A girl with long black hair searched for the person who had knocked on her door quietly.
She spotted Sesshoumaru and smiled at him. "Hello, how may I help you, sir?"
He noticed almost immediately that she didn't bear a light, nor did she resemble the young female human that was pictured on the papers that he held in his hand still.
"I'm looking for a young human girl by the name of Rin Higurashi." He stated.
The woman before him didn't seem to notice that he used the term 'human' as if he weren't one. Her eyebrows didn't even raise or furrow in question.
"Ah, yes, Rin-chan." The girl said with a smile. "I'm sorry, she's not in today. It's her week off."
Sesshoumaru felt his heart sink, and he nodded. "Thank you." He said before turning to leave.
"Hey, wait, I could give you her address. . ." The girl started.
He flashed the papers. "Thank you, but I already know where she lives. Good day."
The girl nodded as he disappeared into the elevator that was crowded with workers getting on and off.
With a sigh, she turned and resumed her work in her office, fingering a picture of a white haired man with small white ears on the top of his head.
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Hey, sorry it took me so long to update again guys. ^_^;; I just couldn't get in the mood to write for this story. Finally, I did though, and here's the chapter. I'll try to have another chapter out within the next 2 weeks, so, yeah.
Thanks for all the kind reviews. ^_^ Ja!!!
Review please!!!