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CHAPTER 7: HAVING OR WANTING
Rin found herself locked inside a large, rather elaborate tradition Japanese master bedroom against her will. She began to replay the last hour of her life's event over and over again in utter disbelief and horror at what happened to her. There she was being dragged out of her apartment like a sack of potatoes. But, in her defense, Rin didn't go meekly, no, she put up a fight. Oh, it would have been worthy one to air on HBO, and the truth was Rin wasn't the least bit remorseful for her actions. However, what infuriated her even more was when Sesshoumaru acted as if nothing was happening. Nothing at all. Rin had resorted to kicking Sesshoumaru full force at his' back while punching, pinching, and yes, even biting his' limbs and none of this had even elicited so much as a growl.
Sesshoumaru, when they had arrived at his car, tossed Rin into the passenger side seat like an unruly child. At first, it had seemed el Presidente was going to take her to Kagome and Sango, but when the car took off in the direction of Oswas, near the ocean, it soon dawned on her that this wasn't the plan. Rin remembered feeling a sudden urge of insanity take hold of her. She couldn't help looking at the emergency brake to her left, thinking about how easy it would be just to pull up on the handle making the car stop, but she wasn't thinking about the car going eighty miles per hour. Or, the result of pulling on the emergency brake at that speed, no, just stopping, that's all she wanted. Then, run, but first she would have to get out of the car… A small smile played on Rin's face momentarily when she realized that Sesshoumaru must have caught on to her desperate way of thinking. For, their eyes locked secant seconds before Rin felt Sesshoumaru's hand wrap around the base of her neck and pinch a nerve rendering her unconscious.
'Damn Sesshoumaru!' she swore, 'When I get out of here he is going to get it.' Rin pummeled her tiny fists against the solid oak double door with no immediate results of help coming her way. It only left her with swollen inflamed red hands that stung like the devil. Rin gave up her futile attempts with the door and bowed against the unwanted barrier in irritation. After a while of regaining her composure, Rin pushed off the door and walked around the interior of the room. As she languidly walked the perimeter a gust of cold wind blew against her frame. The salty tang of ocean water hit her nose drawing her towards that direction from which it came. Rin's almond colored eyes roamed over to a lavish looking, glass French doors which were opened wide displaying a grand view of the outside world.
White puffs of air could be seen in front of Rin's face in a steady rhythmical manor. It took her a moment for her to realize that it was her warm breath clashing with the chilled air from outside. The closer she came to the threshold the more Rin felt the biting nip of the ocean water wafe around her. The view of a pearl white granite balcony sprawled out before her like an endless… Rin could hear the waves rolling in smashing mercilessly against the rocks below. Her hope sank with that insight. 'No escape.' Rin reached the railing and looked over. It only confirmed that which she knew, but yet the pillars that held the balcony erect captured her interest. 'Maybe…' Rin thought as she lifted her leg over the railing, and then the other so that now she was sitting on the ledge.
Kagome wasn't tired. She spent most of the morning and afternoon sleeping, so when dusk came, it didn't hold the allured spell of slumber for her. The restlessness of a haunting evil was taunting her. Kagome found herself pacing the floor of the room into the wee hours of morning, and what exactly was she doing all that time? Thinking. She knew something was wrong, and it was only a matter of time before it was found out. Kagome's instincts were honed to the bastard Romeo's ways. He wasn't done, not by a long shot. Kagome shuddered involuntary as she remembered one so called love letter of his, in which had made his claim. She had memorized it the first time she read it. This one letter stole her warm only to leave her frozen. I loved you. More then life itself, but yet, my dear Kagome, you don't seem to realize that. I've killed for you, and rightly so, those other bitches didn't compare to you. They are tainted whores parading as pure innocent souls. No one woman will ever be as untainted, and for their grievous mistakes, no, insult, I take their lives.
Inuyasha couldn't stand it. 'The nerve of her!' he grumbled. Not only was he sleeping on his couch, he also acquired a painful pinch in his neck, and it was entirely all that wench's fault. Inuyasha sat up in a huff and punched his pillow a few times to soften it, but it was really to relieve his frustrations. Inuyasha fumed at the thought that Kagome wasn't willing to share his bed. In his own room! And now, Inuyasha could hear her every step, walking back and forth none stop on the plush carpet. 'What! She isn't even using my bed! Kags is working out the carpet in my room!' He growled deep in his throat. 'If Kagome isn't sleeping!' Inuyasha thought. 'Then, why the hell is it that I'm out here and she in there?'
Granted, Kagome was being quiet, but it was driving him nuts. Inuyasha could tell something was bothering her that much was obvious, but the scent of wild flowers mixed with anxiety was wrecking havoc on his senses.
He tossed the flimsies covers off himself and got out off the leather couch. Inuyasha marched down the hall all the while devising a plan. He was either going to chain Kags down to the bed so she would stop that incessant pacing, or toss her out so that he could have the bed.
Sango planted her hands on either side of Miroku's face while grapping hold of his pillow for stability. She looked deep into his violet colored eyes as she rode him hard. Sango licked her lips at what she read in Miroku's eyes. 'Love.' Her breasts bounced with every down ward thrust on Miroku's harden steel arousal. She needed this, she needed him.
Miroku's wandering hands gripped Sango's shoulders then lightly traced down her spine in a feather light dance. He had a final destination in mind for his hands. Miroku leaned forward to capture his love's lips in a seductive kiss. To Miroku, Sango's body was like a map, a treasure map to be exact, and it was one that he knew inside and out. Few men had every dare to explore her, for Miroku would let them. Sango was his treasure to seek and find. He let out a lusty moan as he felt Sango's vaginal walls constrict tightly against him. Miroku dropped his hands down to two well toned cheeks and began to message them.
"You know perv," she whispered, "this is the only time I'll let you…" Sango moaned out the phrase, however could finish when she felt one of Miroku's masterful fingers stroke the bundle of nerves to where their bodies adjoin.
Miroku felt the tightening in his loins has it was supplied with his seed, awaiting to drench the hot cavern his arousal was plundering. "Sango," Miroku groaned as he tried to fight his on coming release. He wanted to come with Sango. Miroku was surprised just how well his mind was function during his' and Sango's love making session. He managed to flip Sango on her back without breaking their union.
Sango let out a gasp at their change in position. Next, she could hear the sight yearning chuckle above her as hot breath played against the shell of her ear. Sango could hear Miroku's lush voice as he talked to her whispering, moaning, and murmuring exotic words of what he longed to do her body. Sango felt lifted her legs so that Miroku could shift them over his arms and push deeper into her. It evoked an orgasm that seized her entire being making Sango incapacitated. She could feel her loves' release triggered by her own, as he followed her into a passion spiraled down back to earth.
For some unknown reason silent tears ran down Sango's face without her noticing it, however, Miroku did. He rained kisses over her face as he rolled over to his side pulling Sango with him. "I love you Sango sweets."
"I love you too." She managed to say without her voice cracking. Sango felt grief of an unknown kind stab through her heart. She never answered Miroku's proposal, and honestly Sango didn't know why she didn't respond. It seemed of all the words in the world 'yes,' had eluded her at that time, as did many more. Sango found herself unable to speak that one word, only act, so she did just that. Now, however, Sango knew she could without a doubt tell Miroku that she wanted a life with him. She turned in his arms to face the man that gave her everything, but demanded nothing in return. Her hand, on its own accord, cupped Miroku's face gentle as Sango spoke softly. "I would, if you still want me, be honored to marry you?"
Kagome heard the door open and shut swiftly behind her. She turned to see who it was but couldn't really make out how it was. Kagome could only see the outline of the figure, a male figure. "Inuyasha?"
"FEH!" he grumbled. Inuyasha's amber eyes fixated on Kagome's body clad in a thin white spaghetti strapped nightie. Thinking was beginning to become challenging for him. Nor was Kagome's unique scent of sandalwood laced with a wild spice helping Inuyasha either
That one word set her at easy, but not for long. "What are you doing in here?"
Inuyasha could tell Kags was having difficulties adjusting her eye sight so he strode over to her. "What I'm doing here is seeing what the hell your doing?! I'm trying to sleep and you are making enough racket to wake the dead!"
Kagome heard his low furious tone. "I'm making noise? Hahahaha! That's funny. I'm not doing anything, so how can I be making noise?" She crossed her arms which only added to the emphasis of her full bosoms straining against the flimsy cotton.
"Are too!" Inuyasha argued as he looked at the ground trying to ignore Kagome's curves, and the jutting light brown nipples through the fabric. "I can hear you pacing back and forth, so if you aren't going to sleep you can just go out and have the couch. That way I can get some sle…"
Kagome stomped her foot down on the floor. "Inuyasha you can be such an insensitive jerk!" Her blue gray eyes narrowed at the hanyou before her.
"You're the one that kicked me out of my own room! So, if you ain't going to use it Kags, I am." Inuyasha meet her gaze. 'Damn, I forgot how incredibly beautiful she can look when she mad.' That thought was not helping him cool his blood down, so far it only increase his arousal. Thankfully Kagome was oblivious to that lower region of his body. 'Not like she would be looking anyway.' Inuyasha mumbled. 'Kags is to busy giving me a glare that is boarding on mutiny.'
Kagome only interrupted Inuyasha action as sheer determined stubbornness. "Fine, I'm sorry that my apprehension is disturbing your precious beauty sleep! I can't help it if I can't shake this feeling that Romeo struck again, and that…" Kagome paused feeling a little foolish. "Never mind, you wouldn't understand." She brushed passed him on her way to exit the bedroom. Betrayal battered her already fragile feelings with Inuyasha's callus attitude. Kagome made only four steps before a firm hand encircled her wrist.
"Kags wait." Inuyasha stopped her. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be such an ass. I haven't slept in two days, and I tend to get a little…"
'An asshole?' is what she really wanted to say but opted for another word, something less hostile. "Irritable?" Kagome offered. She saw the regret in his eyes almost instantaneously, that did it right there. Kagome could never stay mad at the hanyou for long. "It's alright Inuyasha. I guess I'm still on edge." She still fully perceived that Inuyasha hadn't let go of her.
"Kags, what did you mean you when you said that Romeo struck again?" Inuyasha inquired. He saw Kags turn slightly away as if debating to tell him. Inuyasha tugged on her wrist again, willing her to answer him. "Kagome you aren't the only one going through this any more. I swear I'll protect you. I won't leave you."
His passionate plea was breaking through her resistance to tell him. "Um, well, I don't know how to explain it. It's just something I can sense, mostly in my dreams. Its like broke pieces of a movie that I can tap into. They haunt me all the time. During the day I try to act as if nothing is wrong, that everything is normal. Come night time, the dreams only remind me otherwise."
"Hell, those aren't dreams Kags, those are nightmares." Inuyasha let go of his hold on Kagome's wrist.
Kagome didn't response to that statement, but whole heartedly agreed. "Do you?" It took a while for Kagome to realize the vagueness of her question, so she rephrased it. "I mean do you… ever dream… about her?" She wanted to cut her tongue out after she asked that question. 'Damn!'
Oh, how she wished she could melt into the floor. Inuyasha hadn't respond to her right away, so as the seconds tic by Kagome could feel a lump forming in her throat. It hurt, painfully so, but not a much as Inuyasha's silence. All Kagome wanted to do right then and there was fade into the abyss by the silver moon light. Submissively, Kagome lowered her head, so her chin was resting on her chest. Those mocking inner voices were screaming at her for her own foolishness.
He was bemused the moment the question slipped past her lush lips. It took him a while to honestly think. Inuyasha watched as Kagome briefly meet his gaze then readjusted it to ground waiting for his answer. "Yes."
She had tried to prepare herself for whatever answer he gave when she asked that damn question. They had only been reunited for a few days under very dire circumstances, and never once did he or she bring up Kikyou. Let alone the other girls. Kagome inherently knew the answer before Inuyasha gave it to her, but she couldn't help these repressed emotion return anew. 'Come on Kags! It's not like he was your boyfriend. Because if you think about it really in hard cold facts, you only him for less than one year!'
Inuyasha watched her cringe with his answer, but it was the truth. He had dreamt about Kikyou, except Inuyasha dreamt about Kagome as well, more so the latter. Inuyasha told Kagome he wanted her, but in what way? Well now, that was what he was pondering. He had spent ten years of his life wishing for this moment, just one chance to see the girl that had the gall to tell him off with such fervor. Puzzling, though, Inuyasha had not said that at all. Within that year of knowing Kagome, Inuyasha was certain that they were destine to be something more.
"You know Kags," Inuyasha said, changing the subject, "tomorrow we have to go to the police station to give your statement." He eyed her to watch her reaction. There was nothing out of the ordinary; Kagome just looked a little forlorn.
Kagome missed Inuyasha's hold on her, oddly enough, but responded to him meekly. "I know." Then a small yawn worked its way from her mouth involuntarily. Kagome found herself suddenly exhausted.
"Go to bed Kagome." Inuyasha stated, before turning and leaving her in the bedroom.
Kouga had to step out of the police station. Yup, that good ol' nicotine craving was calling for him, again. So, Kouga decided to answer the call with a smoke. He usually never liked to smoke these addictive, life stealing, rolls unless he felt under stress. And now, Kouga felt the pressure making him buckle, so he didn't feel the slight bit guilty with indulging in this sinful pleasure.
He had been at the precinct for hours reading over reports, looking at crime scene photos, and making himself more familiar with the homicidal bastard, Romeo. There was a total of, about, twenty murders spanning over a period of ten years. With many references, approximately double the number of confirmed murders that were strikingly similar in method that Romeo used on the deceased victims. Only one thing was off. There were no flowers. 'Probably a freaking copy cat.'
He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and placed it between his lips. Then rummage around his back pocket for his lighter, but couldn't place it. "Shit! Of all the freaking luck! I can't find my damn lighter." Kouga cursed heatedly. Then it hit him. He remembered that he had taken it out of his back pocket and put it in the glove compartment of the squad car he rode back in. Why had he taken it out in the first place? Hell, if he could remembered. But it some how had something to do with hanging out a little more so at the hospital with that hot little number, named Nurse Ayame. He definitely call her later.
Kouga dragged his clawed hand threw his hair, there was only one way to solve this dilemma of delayed self gratification. 'Go get it.'
A gentle breeze waffed in the early twilight hours of morning in which light as not penetrated the shadows of dark. Kouga's blue eyes watched as the trees were caught on the breeze swaying, with the accompaniment of various trash on the ground dancing on the wind. It was nothing out of the norm, really. Papers, candy wrappers, white rose petals, empty styrofoam cups,… 'Wait a minute. White rose petals?!' Kouga's mind back pedaled at an accelerated speed to all those reports, to the graphic detailed photos. 'FUCK!'
As she stared down at the Grecian styled column below her, below the balcony, Rin debated whether or not she could make it without killing herself. There was that distinct possibility that she could fall to her death, but there ways, also, the possibility that she would live and make her escape from el Presidente. It was a risk Rin was willing to take.
Rin shifted her body so that her stomach was against the rail, and that way she couldn't look down the deep mountainous ravine. Her grip on the rail was causing her hand and knuckles to turn a sickening shade of white. Rin's feet curved and molded to the unique semi circular rim of the balcony trying to stabilizing her equilibrium. Her breaths were shallow and uneven with the sheer exertion of just leaning over the railing there. Any wrong movement would cause Rin to loose her balance and plummet down to earth.
'Just don't think about falling. Just don't think about falling.' Rin repeated over and over again. Rin figured if she could line up exactly with the column then she could slide all the way down to the ground. The column wasn't that wide looking and Rin schemed it wouldn't be that hard to hold on, right? As she left go off the rail she lowered her body into a crouched position readying herself for her descent.
Sesshoumaru was in his study, sitting stock still in the oversized Italian leather executive chair. Legs crossed with elbows resting on his calf, Sesshoumaru's fingers were intertwined gracefully. His gaze was locked on the window staring intensely, almost as if he was admiring the frosty fall weather, however; Sesshoumaru was entrapped deep in thought. He was damning himself for making the brash decision to take home that infuriating female. Human female. Then to make matters worse, Sesshoumaru put Rin in the one room that was met for the lady of the Western lands. The one room that was meant for his wife, his lover, his mate… So, why was it he, Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western lands, was bewitched by this minx?
He wasn't pleased at all with this conclusion at all. In fact, it disturbed him greatly that he could not stop thinking about her. Sesshoumaru contemplated what to do with her to stop his persistent thoughts of Rin. 'I could put in the dungeon, locked up for as long as this nuisance of a so-called infatuation continued. No, more like puzzling quandary.' He corrected himself.
Something out of the corner of his eye caught onto a black and blue blur sliding at a fast rate of speed. That stopped all thoughts, Sesshoumaru leaned forward in his chair to get a better glimpse. He would have gasped, if Sesshoumaru didn't think it was beneath him, so his jaw dropped a little. It was ever so slight, that no one would have noticed the crack in his stoic face.
Rin yearned to let out a 'WHEEE!' as she zipped down the column, nonetheless; thought not to, for fear of being found out. It wasn't so frightening anymore with the knowledge that every instant of the downward pull only brought her closer to the ground. It was just a little overwhelming, due to the fact that Rin could feel the butterflies in her stomach. What probably didn't help was that her almond eyes were sealed shut, preferring not to look down. 'Its like a ride at the carnival.' She exclaimed. 'The ones that make you feel as if you left your stomach at the beginning of the ride, and its scrambling to catch up to you.'
Rin's muscles were taunt and beginning to twinge from the strain of prolonged contraction. It made her long all the more for that inevitable thud her backside would make, once Rin made contact with the ground. A hard firm grip on Rin's bottom made her eyes fly open. She could feel the indention of steel finger tips imprinting on her firm bottom, and Rin let out a piercing yelp. Rin turned her head to the side to find what had been impeding her escape.
Sesshoumaru stood at the base of the old Grecian style column. His one arm held the up the beauty, wrapped tightly around the ancient granite pillar like a second skin. Sesshoumaru was greatly amused with Rin's imprudent course of action, but. "So," Sesshoumaru hissed, "what do we have here?"
Rin gulped down the groan. 'Ah, shit!' She was trying to put one of the most dignified and haughty look she could mustard. Rin's almond colored eyes darkened to a deep mocha. She was caught red handed, in the act, so to speak fleeing this gorgeous prison Sesshoumaru locked her in.
Sesshoumaru saw the spark in her eye and couldn't help but gloat her on. "What brilliant ideas flow from small minds, hm?"
Rin didn't feel the sting of his voice in that insult, rather the amusement in his tone. If she could get in a good swift kick at him she would, conversely; Rin was a little tangled up at the moment. 'If he laughs at me I swear I'll…' Rin didn't finish her thought. For when she looked into his seemingly cold gleaming golden eyes, and for a fleeting second, she thought the entire future had been opened up in his eyes. No longer cold and calculating shimmering golden orbs, but warm and longing that made her heart stop. It gave Rin a sneak preview of how her life could be with him, would be, if she only allowed it. Rin's soul was reaching out for what? Heaven only knew. Her arms gave out and Rin felt those strong arms once again save her from herself, or rather an embarrassing fall.
The twenty-first victim of Romeo's was found around four in the morning, located on the 47th precinct in the parking lot in the most crudest manor. Much to the humiliation of the department, no one saw a damn thing. 'Shit, you can't tell me that of four hundred law enforcement officer working in one of the largest precinct that no one saw a blessed damn thing!' Chief Myoga fumed. 'Or, that the patrol car was none other then Detective Tsuwamono and Detective Ookami. That bastard has balls!'
Chief Myoga closed his eyes and brought up both hand to massage his wrinkled temples. Scandal was in the air, and the roar of the public woes and insecurities fell upon the shoulders of an overworked Chief Myoga. Then, with the threat of Japanese Imperial Government threatening to come in and take over the station, Chief Myoga was at the end of his rope. If the Imperial Government came in it was cause even more pandemonium then the hellish chaos that was already going on. He could only think of a few life altering things happening if that would occur. One being, the ordering Kagome Higurashi back into a new protective custody and taking her to a safe house, to which no one would know the location of her whereabouts. Chief Myoga was hell bent on not letting that happen. He might not have had the power ten years ago, but the title "Chief," sure as hell better have some pull now.
He remembered how Inuyasha, as a young man, desperately searched for answers. Chief Myoga could only remember the look of desperation on the hanyou's face when he learned that Kagome had disappeared without a trace, without a word. Then seeing your girlfriend's mutilated body hung up one the Higurashi Shrine's post had to have been a devastating blow. He wouldn't allow it. Chief Myoga knew when to separate his emotions with this job, but now was not the time. He'd be damn if he let that Inuyasha suffer through that nightmare again, it almost broke him.
Chief Myoga had no other choice, really, and so with that he picked up the phone and called Inuyasha.
RING, RING
"Hello?" a groggy voice answered the phone.
"Detective Tsuwamono?" Chief Myoga asked questioningly.
"Feh! This better be good jerk-off. Do you have any idea what time it is?" Inuyasha grumbled bleary with sleep not paying any heed to who was on the phone.
Chief Myoga smiled despite being called a jerk-off. "This jerk-off of a boss is trying to warn a certain ungrateful dog that the Imperial Government is threatening to step in and take Kagome away, which means that she will be relocated into a safe house. Now, do I have your attention?"