Until Your Heart Falls:
Authoresses Notes: Konnichiwa everyone! I should not above everything sacred be writing this because I have so much more to do right now, so this may take a very long time to update, so I apologize for how horrid that factor is…. But, focusing! This is my first Inu ficcie, and I'm so far proud of it. It hasn't even been written yet, but I think it'll be good. I love everyone who even considers reading this! Please review, no flames, only nice reviews. (Rated R for reason, will be dirty) (Eventually) mainly an Inu/Kag but will have much Sess/Rin (sorry if you don't like it) and Miroku/Sango. Love all of those! Sorry if anyone seems OOC, but I bend them to my will. Eternal thanks to my first reviewer lilangelarishi, she kicks ass for telling me the name. Sorry bout that….. Disclaimer: Bite me. Hard…..
Oh yeah….
Not mine.
On with the madness.
Kurai-Tenshi of Doom
Chapter One:
The Meetings
'And why on Earth did I agree to this again?' a silver-haired man pondered, the seemingly permanent frown on his face deepening. "Come now cousin, cheer up! This is merely a party! One public appearance and those damn lawyers can't crack through your alibi." Sesshomaru Takagawah (AN: just made it up, sorry it stinks!) whipped in the car-seat to face his grinning cousin Miroku Takagawah. He was immediately suspicious of the mentioned alibi. "Alibi for what?" the question came not from Sesshomaru's pursed lips, but his half-brother's Inu-Yasha Takagawah. "Never mind." Miroku half-hummed. "You need a better excuse for existing." Inu-Yasha said grumpily throwing himself farther into the seat of the limo.
They were indeed on their way to a party, the most important of the year to be exact. The two brothers ran the second biggest stock market company in the world. Millions came and went. Miroku just happened to be a mooching cousin and the last person alive in the Takagawah family. Their company was second right underneath Higurashi Inc. run by a kooky old man. This party was the way the two warring companies were drawing a truce. It was a great social gathering held every year by the Higurashi's, and this year the three were invited. Well really, Sesshomaru was invited since he practically ran the company, but Inu-Yasha just had to tag along.
Miroku… well…. "Yeah, Miroku, that reminds me, why are you here? I don't even remember telling you about this." Inu-Yasha turned his bold amber eyes onto the dark man. Miroku meekly pushed his black haired bangs out of his angular face. He was almost boyish in appearance, and was often red-faced from the slaps of women. The worst part was he's proud of his perversion. His deep blue eyes, almost purple in color, seem to hide a mischievous something in their oddly deep depths. "I have my ways. Plus, I went to grade school with one of the old coots granddaughters. I want to see her now. I teased her horribly then. Made her life quite the living hell." Inu-Yasha's eyes narrowed.
"Nice to know you don't change much over the years." He rolled his eyes. He looked back to Sesshomaru. "Did you tell this maniac? We'll get kicked out again if he tries any…"formalities" with these relatives of the 'old coot'. Won't look good on our record that our future partners' granddaughters were molested by sir-can't-keep-my-hands-to-myself." Sesshomaru continued his stone-like stare out of the window.
Tokyo gleamed outside at its full sparkling nighttime beauty. They practically owned half this country. In just a few hours, and a few signatures, he would own the other half. Inu-Yasha humph-ed, and ignored his brother's ignoring of him. He was used to it by now. After all, Sesshomaru rarely spoke outside of the office. He was an odd one. Barely spoke, wore his feelings deep inside. For some strange reason only Miroku could read him, and that made Sesshomaru dislike him even more.
The perverted moocher could pull off odd boughs of intelligence every once in a while. "So there's granddaughters, huh?" Inu-Yasha asked, trying his best not to seem curious. "Don't get so drunk this time and maybe you'll remember them when you wake up." Inu-Yasha's face flushed a bright angry red at Miroku's insult. "My cousin, the raging alcoholic." "Why you smug little bastard! I'll beat the shit out of-" "We're here." The cocked fist was lowered at Sesshomaru's abrupt and subtle disapproval. The door was opened for them by the driver, and before the men was the largest manor in perhaps all of existence.
At least it seemed that way to Inu-Yasha. Large steps led to the cave-like entrance, well-lit by installed lamp-posts. Inu-Yasha shook out his mane of extraordinary silver hair. Contrary to popular belief it was his original color. (AN: I just can't see Inu in a salon…) it was slightly shorter than his brother's, but the same color. Both he and his brother bore little resemblance physically to Miroku, and occasionally mentally as well. Many other guests were pulling into the circle and exiting just as the three were. Inu-Yasha, not being a tux type wore simply his favorite leather coat and black somewhat dressy shirt.
Miroku wore a tuxedo as did Sesshomaru, although one looked more pleased than the other. "You look like a gangster in that." Inu shot over his shoulder to Sesshomaru. His brother only glanced his way before leaving the perverted cousin and smirking younger brother behind to enter the great mansion. "Come cousin! Let's go find those girls!" Miroku threw a good-natured arm around Inu, but the growl from the silver-haired man left him cowering away. "These 'girls' I doubt will be anything worth mentioning. I've seen the gramps and he's no prize chicken. Trust me not worth writing home about."
At that very moment on of the said girls was rushing frantically around the third floor of the house. One room stood ajar in a large, well-lit hallway and a slightly petit girl with silky black hair rushed in frantic. "Sango-san? Aren't you ready yet!" Rin Higurashi cried noticing her older sister wasn't even dressed.
She laid, long, lithe, body thrown on her large king-sized bed reading some band magazine. "Do I look like the party type? Plus what's this for? So gramps can get some nasty old dudes to want to marry us? Just take what you want Rin and turn up my music before you leave." Sango barely looked over the magazine as she spoke. Rin tried to get angry at her grumpy sister, but couldn't. "Sango-san, we're here to learn about gramps and have a good time. Think about it. He only took us in after our relatives disowned both of us.
And poor Kagome-chan (AN: just throwing these chan and san things around.) only has us and her mom and her brother left. She lost her father last year. We need to be strong for her. And she's going tonight. Why don't you do it for Kagome?" Sango snorted. "Always making it all seem so important aren't you Rin? Do something for yourself every once in awhile. I'm goin' out tonight. Don't do that whole considerate thing." She turned a page and resumed ignoring her sister. "You know Sango, you've really changed. I'm disappointed to be related to you." Rin huffed and left the room slamming the door behind her.
Sango rolled over onto her side. She grumbled something about crybaby's before her temper reared its ugly head and she threw the magazine across the room. Throwing herself up, she rushed into her own bathroom and started to take a shower. "Why do I always let her win?" Sango grumbled, as she stripped and got in.
"Kagome-chan!" Rin called as she knocked on Kagome's door. A tall very pretty black-haired girl answered the door. "Yes Rin?" she asked. "Are you ready?" Rin asked, having to look up to the girl. Rin eyed Kagome's nice short black dress and her elaborate hair bun. "I see you are Rin. Yes I'm ready." Kagome addressed Rin's eloquent long skirt and low cut shirt both a deep glittering blue. "Sango said she wasn't the party type. I'm sorry about her Kagome-chan. She's usually so much nicer." Rin gushed a hurried apology for her sister and Kagome's cousin.
Kagome smiled and patted Rin gently on the head. The girl had let her shoulder-length hair lie on her shoulders. "I know Rin. She's just hurt and upset after all that's happened. I know Sango-san very well. If anything she'll feel guilty and show up. Don't expect a lot from her, she's still hurting." Kagome addressed the factor of Rin and Sango's parents. Their mother had been fragile and had died only a few months ago. Maddened with grief, their father had become a raging alcoholic, and when he was really drunk used to beat Rin.
Sango was out a lot, and never knew because Rin was so scared, but suspecting something, she came home early and found her father and Rin. Her father had beaten poor little Rin to a bloody pulp and Sango after a lot of phone calls had gotten her and Rin out of there and Rin into a hospital. Her father had called the police and named them run-aways and both had been eventually disowned. Kagome knew Sango felt guilty for what had happened. Rin however seemed to be suffering amnesia about the whole thing. She still had a lot of bruises, but was recovering well.
Sango became withdrawn and depressed. She went off and joined some band and spent most of her time in the underground world. Kagome's grandfather had taken them in for now until Sango could support them both. Which may take awhile. The punk girl was not coming around. Kagome placed a comforting arm around the flustered Rin and led her to the steps. "Rin, I want to warn you ahead of time. From what I've been hearing, gramps may do something desperate about getting this merger. So try to stay away from him, or who knows what he'll try to marry you off to. He wants you and Sango taken care of, and he'll try to marry you to get just that."
Rin looked up to Kagome all innocence and naïve eyes. "Marry me?" she asked. "Just stay near me okay Rin?" Kagome sighed, leading them down the steps.
"This is so boring." Inu-Yasha spoke aloud. Two people near him turned and stared, but he ignored it and shot Miroku a dark look. The man was engulfing the whole food table. "Hey, Inu, lighten up. Free food!" He managed around a mouthful of food. The people only stared more. "Baka!" Inu-Yasha snapped, thwacking Miroku on the head. "Both of you calm down." Both Miroku and Inu jumped at the deep voice of Sesshomaru behind them.
"There's the man I need to win the heart of tonight." His dark, orb-like eyes were directed intensely on an old man standing just a few feet away engaged in a conversation with a pretty middle-aged woman with black hair. Sesshomaru moved with his usual cat-like grace around both of them and towards the old man. "Miroku stay here Inu-Yasha…" he glanced at him, sizing him up. "Watch Miroku and his hands."
He left and Inu huffed angrily and stalked in the other direction. "Well, fine just leave me!" Miroku called after him, but Inu was so frustrated he didn't hear. Miroku shrugged. As a pretty red-head walked by he smiled and followed after her.
Inu stalked off into the depths of the party through many different rooms. The whole first floor was open to the guests. He was still amazed by the house, but right now he wanted to beat the shit out of Sesshomaru so bad he barely saw anything but red. It was when he collided with something and nearly fell over that he realized he was in a small back dining room it looked like and he was alone besides whoever had fallen at his feet. "Watch ou-" he snapped before catching himself as the person looked up. It was a girl he realized. An extremely beautiful girl.
Her sparkling chocolate brown eyes were glinting in outrage at him, and she stood up fast. Inu was aware she was shouting at him, but he barely noticed over inspection of her. Those warm eyes, that pretty face, lush lips, and that thin column of a neck that led to a sweet, trim figure. As soon as he saw her, he knew he had to have her. No matter what it took. Hell, he was part demon dog; he could've just taken her right there. Then he realized that from those sweetly pursed lips came a question. "H-Huh?" he stuttered, realizing how dumb he must look.
"I said who are you?" Kagome practically screamed. Some weird guy knocks her over, then screams at her, then obviously ogles her right while she's yelling at him. "I'm…Inu-Yasha." He managed to get out around an odd lump in his throat. Kagome stopped. The words died on her lips. She knew him. That name….he was the brother to Sesshomaru, the man gramps was trying to make a merger with! She eyed him again.
Tall, taller than her, obviously very well-built, she felt that when she collided with his rock-like chest, his odd silver hair seemed to glitter in the dim light. Her eyes moved from his nice lips to his eyes and stopped. They were extraordinary! A shocking gold color with what looked like orange mixed in. Both were staring at each other for what seemed like eternity. Then Kagome's eyes moved upwards and she saw sticking out of his hair- "Ears!" she cried. "Huh?" Inu-Yasha cursed and realized the startle and shock of seeing her had made him loose his controlled grip over his demon powers and his ears must've slipped out.
What she did next he both loved, and hated. She closed the distance between them and grabbed his ears in long fingers. He tried to not un-tense under her touch, but it was hard. She rubbed his ears and pulled on them. "Ow!" he cried, and pulled away. "What're you doing?" he demanded, grabbing his own ears. "Are you a demon?" Kagome asked. "No. I'm a half-demon. One of the last of my kind." Inu-Yasha stated, as though talking to a child. Kagome stepped back. Inu-Yasha tried to hide the hurt he felt.
She would reject him now, he knew it. Every other girl that had ever seen his ears had run either screaming or laughing. She did neither. Inu-Yasha sighed and focused on re-hiding his ears. They seemed to be sucked into his head. "You know, you look kind of like a dog-demon." His eyes riveted to her. "What?" he asked. "I said you look like a dog-demon." "Um…thanks I guess?" Inu-Yasha said uncertainly. "Are you Sesshomaru's brother?" she asked. "Yeah. That bastard." Her eyes met his at his use of language. "What's your name?" he asked, voice a whisper. "Kagome!" the shout came just before a shorter perhaps year younger girl came bursting through the door Kagome must've come from.
"Yes Rin?" Kagome asked turning to her. Rin stopped when she saw Inu-Yasha. Her eyes went wide as she glanced form his furious eyes to Kagome's blush. They widened with mischievous understanding. "Just came to tell you Sango-san came down just like you said." Rin said, before turning to leave. Kagome grabbed her arm and pulled her to the door shouting over her shoulder to Inu-Yasha: "Watch where you're going next time you ass."
Sango pushed her way through people, growling. She'd seen Rin go running off and had tried to follow her, but had gotten thrown onto the dance floor by gramps. He'd chuckled and said she needed to find a good man. Sango hissed at the next guy who tried to take her arm. Her black sleeveless shirt clung to her. Her jeans were skin-tight. Sango didn't do skirts. Suddenly someone came behind her and wrapped two arms around her middle.
She was dragged against a large chest and her arms were pinned to her sides. "Sango! Remember me? Miroku." "Let-" Sango cried elbowing him in the stomach, "me go!" she cried. Miroku managed to get away from her blow. He'd released her, and she tried to recover from being held in this freak's arms. For some reason it turned her upside down. She whipped around to face him and saw a handsome man with eyes that took her breath away. She pulled her shirt down self-conscious of the way a bit of her stomach showed. "Do I know you?" she asked.
He smiled and offered to lead her off the dance floor. She followed him, not liking her curiosity. He led her to a table and they both sat, Sango weary, Miroku all kind smiles. "We went to school together." Miroku explained. Sango's eyes widened. "You're Miroku Takagawah?" she cried pointing a finger at him. He nodded, obviously pleased she remembered. That's why her slap was unexpected. "OW!" Miroku called out holding his cheek. "Why'd you do that?" he demanded. "You ruined my whole school life for me!" Sango jumped up preparing to hit him again, but Miroku ducked. He jumped up and went racing off.
Not caring that people were staring, Sango took off after him, bent on revenge on the person who teased her and made her life miserable. Miroku raced out the back balcony doors that led to the extremely large balcony with the large staircase down to the gardens. Racing into the gardens, Sango followed in close pursuit. Miroku entered the gardens with the hedges separating each one into sections and as he neared a fountain stopped fast. Sango, surprised, tried to stop, but tripped over her feet and went flying into Miroku who caught her easily. His arms were around her middle, supporting her, and she was slammed against his chest.
She couldn't help but inhale deeply and take in his nice scent. Trying to ignore the warmth spreading throughout her body, she tried to push away, but his pressure around her increased. "You're amazingly beautiful Sango." A bright red blush spread across Sango's face. "Let…me go." She whispered, barely able to keep the shake out of her voice. Not much behind her words. In a swift movement Miroku swept her off her feet and cradled her in his arms. Sango felt her world disappearing. Normally she wouldn't even let gramps touch her. Heart of ice is what Kagome had said jokingly one day. How could she fail now when it was most important? Her heart sped so fast, she thought it would jump from her chest.
Miroku whispered into her hair. "I still like to pick on you. And seeing you wet is so tempting." His words barely reached her mind before he dropped her into the fountain soaking her through. She screamed and flailed around. She heard him laughing, and felt her heart turning solid again. She wanted him dead. Seeing him turn to leave, she threw her hair back from her face, so it fell to its usual spot the small of her back, and reached forward grabbing him around the middle and dragging him down on top of her in the fountain soaking him too. She slithered out from underneath him and climbed out frailly.
Miroku stopped moving and stared at her as she rung out her top, not realizing she'd exposed her tawnystomach. He whistled, bringing her to her senses. She flushed, but whipped around. "You know Sango I was right, you do look awesome wet." Sango felt her heart warming again, but pushed it aside and threw him the finger over her shoulder, trying to push the image of his hair falling into his eyes, and his tux outlining his body very nicely.
"Never come near me again." She shouted as she heard him climb out.
Rin's eyes widened as she saw Sango emerge form the gardens soaking wet with an even wetter Miroku trailing behind her. Amazed at the blush on Sango's determined face she said nothing and hid in one of the numerous dark corners near the entrance to the maze-like gardens. Both didn't see her, and she continued into the gardens ignoring the people she saw making out in private corners.
She wasn't aware people would get this drunk. After all gramps could throw quite a party. As she came to a far back area, she realized the complete solitude of it. No sound could be heard and the only actual noise was the wind blowing. Her skirt got caught in this breeze and lifted uncomfortably, showing way too much of her legs. She flushed and pulled it down embarrassed. She didn't hear the drunken man behind her as he snuck up and pulled her forcefully against him. She cried out and squirmed against him, but he only trapped her harder.
He laughed in her ear and she screamed. She knew who he was. An old friend who recently had been chasing her around. His name is Yage. He'd cornered her once and tried to kiss her, but Kagome had saved her and told him to leave her alone. Sango had beat him up later on, but he'd not taken the hint. He was the son of a business man, as sleazy as his son. Yage's hands slid down her front grabbing and touching. Rin screamed again, and again, but no one could hear. And suddenly, she felt Yage's body freeze and shake. He fell backwards and took her with him. Then Rin's world went black.
Sesshomaru barely acknowledged the girl who intruded on his garden. He'd taken solitude there after not being able to speak to the old man. He was perched in an overhanging tree and when he heard her make an embarrassed eeping noise his eyes went back to her. He got a view of long, creamy legs, then she pushed her skirt back down, and he saw the maidenly flush on her cheeks. His interest was perked as he saw the innocence and beauty of the girl.
Her silky black hair furled around her like a mist and he almost wanted to touch it to make sure it was real. Pushing this aside, he took in her pixie-like face and large eyes. It reminded him of a deer's. More like a fawn judging from her. She looked absolutely sweet. Sesshomaru had had his fair share of women in his lifetime, but she seemed new to him….something he needed. He was about to jump down from his limb, when he saw the man enter the garden and sneak up behind his girl…his girl! He was already claiming her as his mate and he didn't even know her name. This was ridiculous. He should just give up.
Then three piercing screams woke him from his disturbed trance. He saw the man fondling her and she struggled against him. He felt anger and desperation to help her. But anger first. There were very few people demon or otherwise dumb enough on this Earth to anger Sesshomaru, but when he did get angry, it was not pretty. He leapt from the tree, landed behind the man and chopped him in the neck. He passed out immediately. He restrained himself from killing the boy. Both he and the girl hit the ground, her on top of him, and he saw she was unconscious.
He sighed and gently picked her up, amazed at how light she was. He laid her on one of the stone benches and moved to the boy. He picked him up roughly and threw him over the hedge, not caring how he landed. Going quickly back to the girl, a quick inspection said she was uninjured. Her smell wrapped around his senses and stuck there. He eyed her suspiciously, not liking the feelings bubbling up in him. He stuffed them down as low as he could and tried to ignore the curve of her body and the delicate way her hair fell onto the cement of the bench.
Or the way her pale skin matched the bench. She smelled of sweet honey and lilac…he wondered if she tasted like lilac… "No!" he shook his head, trying to get the many images from his brain. He was acting like a little girl! What was wrong with him! She moaned as she regained consciousness. His eyes went to her eyes as they fluttered open. The color of her eyes was interesting. A sparkling green that seemed deeper than the ocean. Her eyes widened as they met his golden ones' and she cried out and drew her legs up to her chest curling into a sitting ball.
Staring into her eyes, Sesshomaru lost thought, and then she spoke. "Don't hurt me…" she sounded so helpless, and her eyes were pleading. He realized how he must seem. He towered over her in height and must seem enormous. He always wore a slight frown and knew this could scare and intimidate. He could not think of a way to soften anything. She stood and eyed him suspiciously. Her shaking hand came up slowly towards his face. He couldn't tear his eyes form hers. So many emotions ran through them at once. He saw mainly disbelief.
Her hand came in contact with his skin, and he tried not to sigh. He kept his face dispassionate. "You're real…?" she seemed confused. "But you're so…beautiful. And you saved me." she blushed a deep red. "I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to call you beautiful I just…" she trailed off as Sesshomaru grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. He gently laid a kiss on it, and held it to his lips for a moment, savoring the taste of her skin. She was shivering. He let her hand fall and keeping her eyes, he stepped back into the darkness around them.
The moon had bathed him in enough moonlight for her to see him. Using his demon powers, he jumped the hedge behind them and was gone. As Sesshomaru pondered his behavior, he could find no reason for it. He figured he would never see her again hopefully whoever she was. For both their sakes'.
TBC!
AN2: Well, I hope you liked it. Honestly, I think I should just not do this. I think it sucks. But then again I suck. So there we go. Hope you liked it! If you did, I am a humble servant to your (NON-FLAMMABLE) reviews. Love you all!
Deny your maker
Kurai-Tenshi of Doom