Until Your Heart Falls
Six:
Sigh: Well. I'm officially completely a liar. This and my wonderful novel The Falling are like the only thing I've worked on at all in months. I'm so horrible. Now. This chapter will have a lot of romance. And it will probably be really long too. I hope anyways. All right. Read my novels kay? Especially the Falling, because no one has, and so far it's the best thing I've written. I think so anyways. I kiss your feet my reviewers. And you should check out Bloc Party's song This Modern Love. Oh yeah. And Death Cab for Cutie's song I mentioned earlier. It's brought so much inspiration. Just check out those bands actually. And remember. The hide-and-go-seek thing was not my original idea. It belongs to someone else. I don't remember what fic I stole this idea from, but whoever you are, you are a friggen genius, and I loved yer fic. Rock on dudes and dudettes.
Unclaimer: I have nothing. Not even Inuyasha or the song I stole from DCFC. But I have dreams and you friggen people can't take that from me!
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Change in POV, or scene change. Hope that's not too complicated…
So ashamed,
-Kurai-Tenshi of Doom
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It felt so strange. It seemed so out of place. Rin mulled it over as she sat with her grandfather in his office. She had never been in the office this late. It was close to midnight. But they were having a meeting. She sat at one of the tables enjoying the fact that after this they would go and find the still unseen half-brother of Inuyasha Takagawa-kun and bring him home with them. He had been working as well, but upon boredom had left to explore the building before they arrived only an hour earlier.
Apparently something in the stocks had changed or gone wrong, and Gramps had to rush in to the office. The brother had offered to come, having been out working late anyways. But he'd disappeared. Rin thought it rather rude of him. But she was slightly glad she didn't have to meet him. Kagome had said he'd given her the creeps, and Kagome never said that about anyone. Rin couldn't help but picture some kind of monster, some great hulking, ugly, man. She smiled at her own foolishness.
She tapped Gramps on the shoulder. He turned kind eyes to her. "I'm gonna go on the roof, okay?" Rin had always liked the secrecy up there. Gramps gave her a bright smile. "Go ahead sweetheart. Just bring your phone. And if you run into that cruel Sesshomaru tell him we're waiting." His assistant laughed and Rin nodded kindly, leaving the stuffy office. She was tired, no doubt, but she felt confined in the house and had wanted to get into the city.
Some secret motive in her said she'd wanted to get on the roof in the first place, considering she loved the view, towering over the mystic city of Tokyo. She sighed, hoping it would take her breath away like it had so many times before.
She strolled around a bit, and then finally went to the elevator. She rode to the eightieth floor, the top floor, and got off. There were three flights of large, spooky (in Rin's opinion) stairs dimly lit, which reached the top. The elevator didn't go that far. But with her quick, feared run she was up them in seconds. Reaching the drafty, heavy, door she opened it slowly, letting the diamond-encrusted city and the harsh midnight wind engulf her senses from head to heeled foot.
Her white peasant-style sundress caught in the wind and she sighed feeling the breeze over her legs. Small strands of her raven colored hair were yanked from her French braid, and were left to the breeze's nimble fingers. With a look of angelic rapture and contentment, she walked onto the roof and upon opening her eyes, far from the edge realised she wasn't alone.
All the breath left her body. Her eyes barely registered what she saw. Silver hair, much longer and far more beautiful then her own flew wild and uncontained in the wind, dancing around long legs and a slim lithe figure, with wide shoulders and a large chest. She knew him. It was her Moonlight Savior as she'd taken to calling him.
She gasped, and this alerted him to her presence. He turned his beautiful golden eyes from the edge to her, and she saw shock register firmly in them. Then awe. She couldn't think; she didn't. She only took in as much of the beautiful creature before her before she woke up and her dream faded away.
The moon hung pregnant behind him, the crystal city of light the perfect backdrop. His thin lips parted slightly, as if he were going to say something. Seeing him in front of the slightly reddish full moon only confirmed her belief he wasn't made from real flesh, but instead born from moonlight and stars. (AN: From my dreams…drool) Then he seemed to get over his shock; she saw it in his eyes. "I've been looking for you." Rin wanted to faint.
She remembered all the dream scenarios in which she'd met him in a moon-lit garden rendezvous and had said those same words. 'How had he known?' she screamed at herself, still completely convinced she would wake up at any second. But no, she wasn't waking up, and until she did she would use this and take advantage of this moment.
She stepped forward slowly, savouring each feel of the gust of wind on her bare shoulders and exposed legs. Now that he faced away from it his moonbeam hair blew towards her like ribbons caught in the wind. She was closer to that angelic face…closer.
She reached out one uncertain, shaking, hand and let a piece of his silk hair float between her fingers. He seemed amused by her awe with his hair, and he laughed, a deep rumbling noise that both frightened her and made her want to laugh as well. He was so much taller then her, the moonlight cast her into his shadow.
She craned her head to look at him, still holding his hair like a love-struck idiot. And as much as she hated to admit it, that's what she was. Love-struck and a total idiot.
His eyes gazed into hers in a kindly way. Not reading her, not boring into her like Kikyo's sharp eyes, or even Miroku Takagawa's. These weren't judging her, or analysing her soul. They were looking and absorbing her. She liked that. It sent goose-bumps through her.
She realised his statement had been more of a question. He seemed to be awaiting her answer, as if he needed one. As a strong gust of wind struck up that almost blew her over she cried out over it and the crescendo of car horns and other city noises: "So have I." He smiled then and she felt like this was a treasure of some kind. She locked the oddly untried and obviously little used smile away in her mind and took a step closer.
One of his large hands, pale as a crisp bed sheet, reached up for her and found her cheek. His hands were warm and her cheek was cold. She shivered under his unnerving touch. His brow creased, meeting smoothly. "Don't shake, little one." He whispered, and she threw herself into his arms, tears bursting from her eyes. His arms wrapped around her back drawing her against him tight.
She shivered into him, crying without realising it. From happiness if anything. She barely came up to his chest. "I've been looking for so long…" Rin whispered, and her meaning seemed to not include just the few weeks ago they'd met, but far into an eternity of searching for love. Stretching back into lives far before this one. It had taken her millennia's to find him, and upon the threshold of finding everything you've been looking for her eyes dried up, remnants of tears still sparkling like the jeweled city far below.
He bent down, cheek brushing her hair. "Come home, little one…." Such tenderness! Then he released her and took a leaping backwards jump over the ledge, disappearing down into the depths of the ink night.
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"Rin! You look like you've seen a ghost! What happened?" Gramps exclaimed upon seeing a slightly wind-swept trembling Rin. "I'm fine." She mumbled, hiding her face from the grinning assistant. He'd obviously seen Rin's crimson cheeks, not all entirely from the wind. "Well come on then! Your aunt's going to kill me for keeping you out this late!" Gramps cried, easily believing her shrug-off. "That damned Sesshomaru shrugged me off again! Says he got a ride awhile ago! Damn him. The man has no sense of decency. Always being so mysterious. You'd think he was hiding something." Rin wasn't listening.
She was still on the roof in the arms of her Midnight Saviour. He'd disappeared again, leaving her with a fire inside and completely confused beyond any logical understanding. It hadn't been a dream, but when she'd looked over the eighty-foot drop she'd seen nothing. Not even a body on the far ground. It had been hard to see though.
Only a demon or an illusion could survive that kind of fall. She was willing to take the illusion over the demon. There were only a few demons' left and they had gone into hiding years ago.
Dazed she followed Gramps outside to their awaiting limousine getting in and running a hand through her gnarled hair. She must look an absolute mess. What he'd said had confused her horribly, more then her feelings when she brought his face to mind. 'Come home.' What did that mean?
In his arms she'd felt all the fear that was normally just below the surface in her completely disappear. But he couldn't be real. He was too…perfect. Her mind must be making him up down to his soothing touches to forget about her nightmares and her blurry past. Maybe.
She shook her head furiously, making Gramps ask her if she were sick. With renewed determination to forget these odd feelings she answered a bit too loudly. "I'm perfectly fine Gramps! Let's go home and get some sleep! After all your business partners will be leaving soon just in two days!" Gramps gave her an odd look. "Yes. Sesshomaru deciding to stay a few extra days was a bit odd. But after this the contracts will be signed and I won't have to look at his damn pretty face again." Rin gave him the odd look this time. 'Pretty' had not fit her idea of the business partner Sesshomaru Takagawa when she pictured him.
'Oh well. They'll be gone and Sango won't be so uptight and Kagome will stop bickering every moment with Inuyasha Takagawa.' It was true. Every time Kagome and the half-brother of the infamous Sesshomaru had met in any way or position they'd ended up fuming at each other and storming off. One time Rin had caught them at it in the hall and Inuyasha-kun had said something that made Kagome run off, right by Rin, red as a tomato. He'd said very loudly: "Do you still hate how you feel about me? After all after you stormed off that time I did watch over you in that garden nicely. Someone could've kidnapped you if you'd been alone."
He seemed cocky, but Kagome had obviously been hurt, because she kept running without answering. Rin thought that maybe Kagome liked Inuyasha-kun. She pondered it, then remembered all the times Kagome had brushed off other guys'. No, she was probably just imagining things. She shook her head as they made their way back home.
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Sesshomaru cursed everything in him as the wind pulled his hair back like a silver whip. His jump had been foolish and moronic, but he needed to leave her behind. With one look into those deep eyes of hers he felt finally at peace. And what she'd said! He knew she meant so much more.
The beautiful faerie girl on the roof, the apparition maybe not so fake in his mind, the symbol of his lust and maybe even love, was offering him her heart. And with fear of being unworthy he'd said the only thing that seemed to make sense to him: "Come home, little one." He'd confused her, he knew that. But he'd meant it literally if anything. Come home to me. Let me be your home.
Still free-falling from an eighty foot fall he snapped to attention. His stunt had him thinking fast. His hand shot out and latched onto a window ledge. Using his demonic strength he swung himself up onto the ledge and gasping slightly hidden against the window. It was the boardroom. And unlucky for him, inside was the old geezer. He exhaled quickly, forgetting everything else.
He looked around fast, praying the assistant with him kept him preoccupied and focused away from a wind-swept Sesshomaru breathless and paler then usual on the window ledge. He looked for his options. Just down away was another ledge.
Taking a refreshing breath he leaped, his demon powers the only thing helping him to land perfectly cat-like on the sill. He focused as his eyes began to change colours and tried to get a better grip on his human guise. He tried to keep his little star-lit faerie on the roof from his mind, but it was so hard. The moonlight had cast her in such a way he thought of the great moon goddess Selene. (AN: Sailor Moon wOOt!) Her white dress contrasted so oddly with her dark, dark looks and pale skin. The way her lips parted slightly upon seeing him, the awe in her eyes, the way her eyes seemed to plead with him, how they glimmered even brighter then the stars.
He thought of her as the night sky. Darkly beautiful, but riddled with jewels, which were her stars. She seemed in awe of him. This surprised him slightly, but he had been too busy absorbing her by the light of the moon to notice anything else. Holding her had felt so…right. So secure, he felt almost invincible.
Sesshomaru would rather die then admit it, but deep inside he was always in some kind of doubt about so many things. Of failure, of messing up and revealing himself to the public on accident, of being even more alone then he already was, of running the company into the dirt and of never having anyone see he needed as much help as the next person. But he would rather die then admit that.
He whipped out his cell phone and dialed the geezer's number. He explained something had come up and he would be heading back to the house. He needed some sleep. And a very cold shower, but he didn't tell the geezer that.
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Kagome was tense as she made her way down the hallway. It was morning and she had made the grave mistake of forgetting the extra towel for her hair in the shower in her room. She normally used the bathroom in her room, but the lock on the door was broken after she'd slammed it particularly hard.
She took off running and bumped right into someone. She screamed and soaking wet she tumbled over herself, still wrapped securely in the towel. She knew who it was; destiny was always clichéd enough to throw this at her. "You're young Kagome, am I right?" Kagome started and looked up slowly with wide eyes.
It was Sesshomaru Takagawa, looking breath-taxingly handsome in a dress shirt and his suit jacket thrown over one arm. Maybe destiny was giving her a break. Her face mimicked a tomato and she nodded. He looked so cold. She wondered if he was even aware she was partly naked. He didn't help her up, and she fumed at him for it. "My brother talks of you often." He commented, off-handedly. At least he was trying to sound casual about it.
He was really making Kagome nervous. She didn't like thinking of the inu half-demon taking up residence only three rooms down from hers'. She was normally so mature and astute with everything but he made her feel so…juvenile. She saw him and she lost all her tight-walls around her emotions. The harsh leash she kept them on always snapped and she acted like a child in no time. She was bordering on hating him. "You're younger…cousin, is she? What is her name?" Kagome's head shot up, and all thoughts of her semi-nakedness were forgotten.
At least this guy wasn't like Miroku. He wasn't looking at her anymore; instead his powerful gaze was directed at the window next to them. Sunlight filtered through making him look almost transparent. Kagome gulped. Why did he want to know about Rin? Suddenly she felt unease. "If you'll excuse me, I need to get dressed, but you might want to ask her at dinner tonight. I'm sure she'll be happy to tell you her name." 'If you have enough courage to ask her, you bastard.' was what she was really saying.
Obviously he knew to read between the lines, because he seemed a little put-off. Kagome's eyes flashed in threat, highly over-protective of little Rin. Sesshomaru turned his head, his eyes narrowing. "Come home…" he whispered softly before walking off. He seemed so distracted; so powerful and commanding.
Kagome stalked off. He wasn't touching Rin. Not while Kagome had a say about it anyways. She sighed, relieved once she closed the door in her room. With her back to her room she began to unwrap the towel. But then strong, firm arms closed around her neck and waist and her petite body was pulled against a larger unmistakably male one.
She shrieked and moved to kick her intruder, but when she felt warm lips near her ear she stopped. "Don't struggle. I just have a question." Inuyasha. "Get off me you bastard." She mumbled, trying to seem more convinced then she was. "Just answer my question." He repeated. She felt him smile. She tried to squirm against him, but he hissed and drew her tighter.
She stopped suddenly, terrified. His voice a low rumble he asked her: "What did my brother want with you?" Kagome's mouth opened stupidly for a moment, confused, and then she realised the inu seemed upset. Dare she say, jealous? Possessive? This confused her and her heart even more, so trying to remind herself that he was a playboy and a nasty person besides, she tried to stop herself from leaning into him, but her body betrayed her horribly. "Would you feel more comfortable without the towel?" he asked wickedly, making a shudder run through her.
She wasn't fighting anymore. "He wanted to know about Rin." She breathed, hoping he would let her go before she leaned into him and his sweet touch. Desire ran through her veins and she wanted to indulge in it, but she also wanted to kick him as hard as she could. Not sure what to do, she nearly cried out when he released her and left her stumbling.
She hissed at him, whipping around. But the look on his face stopped her dead. "I'm not afraid of you, you sicko!" she cried. 'Nice, Kagome. Nice.' She rolled her eyes at herself mentally. His eyes were alight, and the look frightened her slightly.
She backed up, the back of her thighs meeting her bed. She was still looking at him. He seemed to be considering her for a moment. "You know you're mine." Kagome bit her bottom lip, anger rising once again. "I'm no one's property!" she yelled back to him. He advanced towards her and she cried out and stumbled over the bed.
Next thing she knew he was leaning into her legs, pushing her down onto the bed, hovering over her. His eyes were half-lidded, and smoky. Kagome would have been lying if she'd said she didn't want him to kiss her. His face got closer and closer, his long fingers moving slowly up her body, trying to feel as much as he could from under the flimsy towel. Kagome drew in a sharp breath. He looked…hungry. That was the look she saw. This was all just lust for him. He didn't care about her.
His lips were centimeters from hers, when he stopped suddenly, hand firmly on her chest. Then with a fast whipping motion he ripped off the towel. Kagome shrieked and tried to cover herself, but she was too late. He pushed against her, mouth tilted in a tender smile. "Only I will ever see you like this. Understand?" he whispered. Kagome was terrified. "Get off me!" She cried, all her virginal instincts screaming at her.
Inuyasha did as she asked and moved away from her bed going to the door. He didn't look back, but paused at the door. "Don't forget. Whether you like it or not, you're mine." Kagome grabbed her chaotic sheets form her bed and pulled them over herself. "I'm no one's plaything!" she screamed.
He had no answer, just left her there. Kagome was trembling for all the wrong reasons. She was going to kill him. Plain and simple. He was dead. She was stupid to ever think she liked him. He just wanted her body, not her. And she would never succumb to that. Ever.
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Sango woke up at one in the afternoon and rose groggily to take a shower. She threw on a random shirt and a pair of man's cargo pants. She brushed her long hair thoroughly then put it up. That was when Rin decided to enter into her room.
Sango heard her enter, and upon expecting the usual suffocating hug, quickly tightened her hair in its bun and prepared for the charge of Rin in all her happy glory. A few seconds went by, and Sango un-cringed and opened her eyes.
Rin was sitting on her bed, swinging her feet. She looked lost. In fact, Sango knew that look. Out of place, slightly scared, confused and absorbed in another world. "Who is he? I'll beat the shit out of him!" Sango cried jumping up and cracking her knuckles. Rin jumped; seeming unaware her sister was even there before sighing.
She smiled, but Sango wasn't buying it. "Sango-san, nothing's wrong. What do you mean who is he?" Sango sighed and got up to sit next to Rin. The bed creaked with her added weight. "Rin, I know that look. Kagome's been walking around with it for almost three weeks now. So who is he, and how did he break your heart?" Rin looked to Sango, tears fresh in her eyes. "I don't even know who he is!" she cried and threw herself at her sister, sobbing.
Sango smiled in a motherly fashion. This was one of the first times in awhile Rin had actually reached out for help. She was glad the girl was recovering enough to be able to talk to her now. "I don't even know if he's real and I've only seen him twice, but he's so…so…" she trailed off, tears making her voice harder to hear. "He saved me at the party, in the gardens, and I saw him on the roof last night, and he looked like a fallen angel. I don't even think he's real!" Sango let her sister cry, hoping Rin wasn't loosing her mind.
Whoever this possibly imaginary man was he had her shocked to her core. He had peeled apart her outer fake-happiness so easily. Not even Sango had been able to do that yet. Whoever he was he was going to get a nice fist from her for making Rin cry. "Speaking of fallen angels, where's my beloved angel?" Sango jumped slightly as Miroku's sing-song voice entered the room. "Get the fuck out!" she screamed at him, reaching around a sobbing Rin and grabbing a book off her bed.
She threw it at his head, and he barely ducked in time. The book slammed into the wall leaving a dent. "Oooh…your hostility is turning me on." "Get out weirdo!" Sango cried again, her words and eyes spitting fire. He eyed Rin who was now hiccupping and looking up to the invader then a hostile Sango.
His smile turned wise and kind and Sango felt her heart jump. "What's bothering you Rin-san?" he asked her, coming to Sango still grasping Rin in her arms and kneeled on the edge of the bed. He was eye-level with Rin now. She wiped her face and gave him a teary smile. "Thank you for being concerned Takagawa-kun, but I'm fine." Miroku smiled again and looked to Sango who, without really realising it, was watching him intently. "Boy trouble?" he asked. Rin flushed.
Sango nodded, having a little fun at teasing her little sister. This is as close she'd truly been to the real Rin in awhile. "I've heard you sing Rin-san. You're rather good. Maybe you could sing for your sister." His teeth were very white, Sango realized, which reminded her she hadn't brushed today.
Rin looked timid and glared at her sister. "I'm no good Takagawa-kun honestly." Sango sat her up and pulled some Kleenex from under her bed. She gave them to Rin who blew her nose quietly. Miroku looked to Sango. "Well I was hoping to be serenaded by you two Goddess, but apparently I was looking for someone else." He stood up, but Sango grabbed his arm. He seemed slightly surprised, but turned back to face her.
She stood and looked to Rin winking. "My sister means, she would love to sing for you! In fact, I can back her up on guitar. I do know one of her favorite songs from America…" Sango wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. Rin flushed again in embarrassment. Sango was having fun.
Then Sango realised she was still holding Miroku's arm and she let go, flushing a little herself. Miroku saw this and smiled wider. Sango ignored him and moved to draw open her curtains to the balcony. She opened the French doors and walked onto the balcony. The sun glared jubilantly in her eyes and she shaded them carefully.
She turned around, glad for the nice breeze and eyed Miroku and Rin. Both of them were looking at her oddly, Rin in flushed awe, Miroku…well he had an odd look. Sango wasn't sure she liked it. He seemed amazed by her. Sango turned redder, and came back inside. She plugged in her amp and dragged it outside. Then her guitar.
She tuned it quickly, then found the album and popped it into her stereo. She cranked the volume and as the odd tune started up, she grabbed her guitar. On the balcony, the song reverberated through the floors. It echoed into the gardens. She motioned to Rin as the song started, and Rin shook her head at first, but once Sango's bass started she seemed to light up little by little.
She walked onto the balcony with her, looking very embarrassed. Sango smiled at her encouragingly. Then the lyrics started and uneasily, yet surely, Rin's voice poured over them like honey.
The Atlantic was born today
And I'll tell you how
The clouds above opened up and let it out
I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
When the water filled every hole
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean-making island where no
Island should go
Oh no, no…
Those people are overjoyed
They took to their boats
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to you door
Have been silenced forever more
The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
It seems farther then ever before
Oh no, no
Then Sango let her voice mesh with her sister's, hers' lower, fitting the slow lyrics and warm feeling that came from Rin's pretty voice-
I need you so much closer (x12)
(Long and pretty instrumental break sorry, had to put that in)
I need you so much closer….
I need you so much closer…
I need you so much closer….
I need you so much closer….
So come on…come on…
So come on…
So come on….
So come on…
Sango smiled as Rin finished. The girl really had talent. Miroku was smiling, as usual. Sango gave him a judging look when he burst into applause. Rin seemed in a trance for a second. She woke up slowly, saw them eyeing her and eep-ed in embarrassment. She turned towards the balcony and eyed the gardens. Her eyes widened and she went deathly pale. Sango could see something was wrong, but before she could ask anything, Rin was rushing back into her room and out the door in a flash.
Miroku looked bewildered and Sango looked over the balcony. She saw a spark of silver disappear behind one of the hedges. Her eyes narrowed. Maybe there was some connection. She'd never seen Rin get so white before. Miroku joined her, just as curious. "Ah! If it isn't Sesshomaru!" But the silver-haired man was gone.
Sango hadn't seen the older half-brother of Inuyasha, but Kagome had said he was rather intimidating. Miroku propped himself on the railing and eyed Sango between fluffy bangs. "You're both very good." Sango ignored him and walked back into her room. "Sango, there's something I've been meaning to tell you since the night of the party." Sango heard the serious note in his voice and turned around after hanging up her guitar.
He was eyeing her intensely. She felt bare under his gaze. A dirty little thought in the back of her mind whispered she wouldn't mind being naked under his gaze, but she ignored it. "What?" she asked sharply.
"I love you."
Sango's heart stopped for a full minute. "Umm…" she stuttered.
"Oh yes! And you look so sexy when you're wet."
He winked at her and she snarled at him as he laughed and danced around her. Sometimes she seriously thought he meant what he said, and then he went and did something like that. She tried punching him, but he only caught her fist.
Her eyes widened, and she launched a kick, but he brushed it aside. He used his grip on her fist to pull her forwards against his chest. Her face was curled against his neck, and his undeniably nice smell had her drowsy. She tried to push away from him, but his arms wrapped her in a tight grip against him. Her head was now leaning on his shoulder.
She wanted to push away, she really did, but some part of her liked the warmth he brought, and she liked the comfort. She felt good, just wrapped around him. She supposed he made her forget how bad things had been. She let herself get taken away by this fantasy for a moment before reality and her previously broken heart kicked in. "Let me go." With her head buried in his shoulder it came out muffled and weak-sounding.
She knew he was smiling. "Are you so sure you'd like me to do that Sango-san? After all, I don't find you this open that often." His arms tightened and she felt the wave of security return. "And how often do I get to hold the one I love?" he whispered teasingly, but without malice, into her hair. He stopped for a moment, inhaling its scent before Sango lifted her head and met his gaze.
He looked…well, nice was the only word that came to mind. Just nice. And there was some other emotion there too, but Sango didn't like the way her heart jumped at trying to name it. Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she searched his eyes for answers. "So through all our wisdom and you're labyrinthine advice, I suppose you never turn that powerful analysing lens on yourself, hmm Takagawa-kun?" He finally lost his smile, and his eyelids drooped, seeming surprised by her sudden harsh tallying of him.
"Well Sango-san we're our own worst judges." Sango smiled slyly. "I don't think you need a judge so much as someone to slap you when you do something wrong." His eyes lit up and his smile flashed back. "Spank me Sango-san, tell me I'm wrong! Kinky!" Sango held back a laugh and swatted him on the head.
As she brought her hand down, he grabbed it from mid-air. "You're holding yourself back from love Sango-san. You're convincing yourself life is a lot worse then it is for you. Just because you've been bitten in the past doesn't mean it'll happen every time. There is such a thing as love in the world. You're just too busy covering your eyes and ears that you're walking right by it." Sango tried not to gawk again, but she found his eyes chilled her slightly.
She met his gaze evenly, knowing he was sprouting odd pieces of wisdom again. In her head she began the count-down: 'Five, four, three, two, one-' and his hand grasped her left butt cheek brazenly. He ran screaming like a girl from the room as Sango went at him with a random pair of drumsticks lying on her floor. She had been expecting it, but all the same he still managed to shock her with his odd depth….
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Rin had seen him. Her apparition. From atop the balcony as she gazed over the edge meditatively into the opening of the hedge gardens she'd seen a long silver-haired man disappear with a flourish into the opening.
She'd run from the room giving it no thought to leaving Sango and Miroku-kun so abruptly. She hadn't cared; she just wanted to get to him if he was truly there. As she sprinted down the staircase tripping and falling hard on her hands as she reached the bottom she jumped up ignoring her stinging palms and the stitch in her side.
She didn't dare consider with logic how or why he could be here. Logic could banish him away. She wouldn't loose this chance to see him. Even if she was chasing a mirage. It gave her hope and made her run with the wind goddess on her heels giving her flight. Or perhaps Venus guided her steps. She didn't care; she just tried not to trip over her baggy pants borrowed from Sango.
Because the girl was taller and apparently a bean-pole, her pants were large and only snug in the waist. They went over her sneakers. She tripped on the over-view of the gardens. This was where Kagome and Sango had their talk that Sango had hinted about. Rin held back a curse as she slipped on the smooth, now scuffed, marble and bit her tongue hard. She tasted blood.
But she ignored that as well, thinking fast. "Rin? What on Earth…?" Rin knew it was Kagome, but she didn't care. "Playing hide-and-go-seek gotta go!" Why she gave an excuse she had no idea, but she didn't want Kagome holding her up. She took off again, practically flying over the grass. She hoped (if he was real) he hadn't gone into the forest just beyond the end of the hedge maze.
The Higurashi land stretched for miles. Gramps used to like walking, and there were stables where horses were kept, even though Sota was the only one who ever rode them. And he was away at college now. He would've been Rin's age. (AN: I just realised I hadn't even explained his absence. So sorry ;)
She bolted blindly through the twists and turns. Then she came to a turn that was unfamiliar to her. She tried not to start crying. Now she was lost. She turned around, but trying to remember where she came from was impossible normally for her, but when she was distressed and not really looking anyways, it was impossible.
She tried heading back, but the maze only confused her more. She emerged in the clearing near the forest. Tall grass made a yellowy-green ocean. The wind rustled Rin's baggy pants and her shirt rode up above her belly-button. She ignored it, and strode onwards through the grass. Maybe resting in the familiar shade of the trees would wake her up enough to realise where she was.
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"What the-" Kagome stuttered watching Rin's clumsy life-or-death sprint into the hedges. It was then that Kikyo chose to emerge from the shadows. "Come now, Kagome. Never played kiss and tell hide-and-go-seek?" she asked. She seemed sarcastic and mischievous.
She took a drag off her cigarette and eyed Kagome through the gray-blue halo. "See, you play with guys, like Inuyasha perched up there in the shadows-" There was a curse from above and from the vines dropped a very disappointed inu. He glared at Kikyo resentfully. She ignored him and perched herself carefully and fluidly on the railing. "You see, the girls, or the boys for that matter hide, and then the member of the opposite sex goes a-searchin'…" she took another drag, and Kagome was annoyed with her casual way of making sure as much of her breasts that was still somehow appropriate were showing in full view for Inuyasha. He was fully aware of her advances.
He eyed her, trying to focus on her face. Kikyo saw this and a cat-like smile whispered onto her lips. "And when you're found you get a kiss. And you're It." The halo was disappearing from her head, but Kagome felt exasperated. "Let's play." Kagome started and glared at Inuyasha, the earlier incident very fresh and haunting in her mind.
He was eyeing her now with eyes that said exactly what he wanted. They were practically staring her down they were so intense. He seemed so damned cocky and full of himself! Kagome snarled and shot at Kikyo: "I don't have time for this! Rin could be lost for all we know! I'm going to look for her." "She's not lost. She's chasing Sesshomaru." Kikyo stated. Kagome stared at her.
She was looking away now, sitting with one leg dangling off the edge of the railing, smoky eyes cast towards the hedges that made such a thick fence. The cigarette held between nimble fingers dipped once, then twice, shaking off the ashes. Her black painted eyes flashed back to them. Like dimmed jewels, Kagome thought. Her eyes seemed like daggers. "Play one round Kagome. Just one. I'm sure Sango would if you asked. And I would." She smiled, knowing that made Kagome boil.
She was making it a challenge. She read the challenge in those red-rimmed and black eye-shadowed eyes; 'Will he look for me or you?' Kagome looked away, stubborn. But the shriek like a little girl made her curious.
Miroku came running onto the landing and hid behind Inuyasha, who exclaimed in protest. Sango charged out of the house, face red and eyes manic from the chase. "Inuyasha-sempai…help please?" Miroku begged slightly. Sango charged at him again, and he laughed and danced around a frustrated Inuyasha, avoiding her.
"Get off of me you letch! Whatever she's going to do to you I'm sure you damn well deserve!" Inuyasha tried to escape, but Sango lunged at them and they all fell to the ground in a heap. All except Miroku. He side-stepped with feline grace and managed to stay standing.
As Inuyasha politely helped Sango to her feet he said briskly and bluntly: "We're going to play a game." This stopped Sango cold. "Huh?" she stuttered, taken aback by the random saying. "Hide-and-go-seek." He cast a look over his shoulder. "In the forest and the hedges." The rustling of branches had everyone turning around.
Sesshomaru had returned. He cocked an eyebrow at them all, and Sango inhaled sharply. Kagome was right. He was a sexy devil. She shook her head and realised how odd she must look brandishing a drumstick like a sword. "Takagawa-sama, have you seen anyone go by you?" Kagome asked, drawing a quick breath. He'd somehow managed casual in his dress.
Slacks and a baggy shirt that had his company's logo of a large sword cutting through the name. He lowered his eyebrow. "No. Sorry." He prepared to walk around them all when he heard Sango ask: "So where's Rin? She saw something and bolted out here." "She's gone, and I need to find her, but these perverts won't leave me alone about this stupid game-" "Wait. I think I did see her now that I think about it." After he said it, Sesshomaru saw Inuyasha glaring at him, and figured it would be best to let his brother have his whimsies. "I can go look for her and you can play this game." He let his emotions remain colourless.
Kagome tried to hide exasperation. Destiny was playing mind-games again….but Inuyasha's sharp gaze and Sango's mild curiosity made her give in. After all, she always chose others' over herself. She sighed, showing her submission. Inuyasha smiled cockily and Kikyo put out her cigarette on the banister leaving a burn identical to the one in the hallway on the railing.
Kagome was about to yell at her, but she called out before she could: "Boys are It. Count to…" she seemed to be thinking for a moment, then she grinned devilishly again. "Sixty-nine then come looking." With no further ado, she turned and headed into the hedges. Looking over her shoulder she called: "That includes you, you silver haired prick." Inuyasha hid his laugh, but Miroku laughed out loud.
Kagome paled and apologised profusely for her, but Sesshomaru shrugged off her apology. He headed off after her, counting in his mind. Kagome sighed, hating that she got pulled into this, but she started off all the same, determined to find a place so good, no one would find her.
After all she was nineteen and playing hide-and-go-seek. She rolled her eyes and ran off with Sango who seemed slightly excited, even though she hadn't been filled in about the kiss part yet. They split up at a turn near the end and once Kagome wished Sango luck, she ran off as fast as she could. She made it to the forest in several sprints.
She flew amongst the trees and finally found a rather large one that she and Sota used to dare each other to climb as kids. Now she found it was much easier to reach the leafy boughs at the top. Once in a comfortable perch, she sat and waited, hoping never to be found, and cursing herself for being so weak.
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Sango stayed in the maze picking a tricky corner with a tree that had an overhanging limb much like a ledge. Using her brief marital arts training to her advantage she jumped nimbly onto the ledge and climbed higher. Even from this far away, when up in a tree she could still hear the waterfall so far away in the depths of the forest behind them. It was truly beautiful property and a jewel so close to Tokyo. It was only an hour and a half away!
She sat, slightly uncomfortable and relaxed, unaware that below her there was a spy working for the common good. Although she'd never admit it.
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Rin sighed. She traveled deeper into the forest then she'd earlier planned, but the waterfall and the crystal clear pool below it had drawn her attention. The deepness of the water always cleared her mind, and the smell of it purified her soul.
She thought she heard a noise, like someone walking between twigs, but upon investigating she figured it was her imagination. Besides her cell phone was tucked in her back pocket, and the forest was guarded and fenced off for miles. It was probably just a squirrel or something. She sighed and found a comfortable spot on a not-too-mossy boulder that served as a ledge over the edge of the water.
She lay down on the rock ledge and gazed up at the leafy bouquet above her. She soon felt so calm, she started to doze off. The small sunbeams that escaped through holes in the trees above warmed her pale skin. She stretched like a cat making a small mewing noise. A crack had her up and alert. That was too big to be an animal.
Stumbling slightly into the clearing in a tight pair of pants and a white shirt was none other then Miroku. Rin shrieked, shocked by his appearance. He jumped, and then saw who it was. "Oh Rin! You scared the devil out of me!" he laughed then and walked forward. "Were-were you sent to find me?" she asked uncertainly. "Actually, I was looking for your angelic sister. You see we're playing hide-and-go-seek. Would you like to play?" Rin did a double-take, finding it odd that game kept jumping back at her.
"Everyone else is playing. And you see us boys are it, and when you find the girls…" he grinned. "You get a kiss in reward." Rin eep-ed, turning slightly red. Miroku saw this, and looked nervous. "Ah yes, but Rin-san when I found you, you technically weren't playing. Why don't you go back towards the hedges with me and hide in there?" he offered.
He could tell the girl was nervous. He extended a kind hand to her, but she rejected it. "Sango likes this special corner in the back on this tree that looks like a ledge." Rin smiled, knowing Miroku's wide-eyes were a good sign. "I'm gonna stay here for a little while. See if I ever get found. Don't give me away though, okay Miroku-kun?" he smiled in a brotherly-fashion.
"Wouldn't dream of it, my pretty little apparition." He winked rather dramatically and turned and fled from the clearing. Rin smiled, pleased with herself. After that horrible boy that had broken Sango's heart, Rin thought the girl deserved someone who would treat her right.
She tilted her head off to the side and hummed a bar from a small rhyme her mother had taught her as a child.
"Come into the green
Of the eternal light
Let your voice ring
With power of joy…
Let love run free
And magick abide
Deep in the forests
Of my heart…"
She wasn't even aware her sweet voice was picked up by sensitive ears only a few yards away….
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Kagome sighed. She'd seen Miroku walk in, then prance back out, happy as a clam. But she was getting bored. She turned away from the sun-soaked sea of grass and played absentmindedly with a twig. She didn't see the inu approaching like a predator, sniffing the wind and finding her scent, then taking off like lightening in his black cargo pants and tight black shirt.
He'd found her. His sharp eyes sought her out easily. Her scent was like vanilla and honey. He would know it a mile away, because it always made his heart speed up slightly. He approached her tree, and in three leaps landed softly on her limb high above the field. He could see all the way back to the far fenced in area and the far hedges. He leaned against the trunk and watched her playing with a twig, completely oblivious to his presence.
He smiled warmly as his mind stored away all her movements and the fluid way she moved her limbs. He loved her. He was almost certain of it. The way she felt still confused him. He wasn't sure if she liked him, or hated him. "Is that twig really so interesting?" his voice rumbled.
Kagome screamed and toppled out of the tree, falling two heart-stopping feet before two strong arms gently grabbed her waist and pulled her sharply against a warm muscled body. She turned around and met the smiling eyes of Inuyasha. "I hate you!" she shrieked.
His smile broadened. "I hate you too. But you owe me a kiss, or I should say I get one, free of temper." His eyebrows wiggled and she wanted to slap him. His hands settled on her hips. She noticed they were so large they practically covered her whole waist. She shivered as his eyes became liquid gold. He leaned close into her.
His eyes were taking away all her thoughts as to why this was wrong, why she should fight her feelings for him. Her lips parted expectantly, remembering the first kiss she'd gotten from him. Soft, yet rough, not demanding, but staying in control. It had swept her mind clear of all her hates of him.
He passed over her lips, leaving her confused and hanging. His whisper rippled over her jaw-line. "One kiss…" she was shivering more now. She suddenly wished her shirt covered all of her stomach, and her pants didn't hang low on her hips. He grinned, eyes obviously undressing her.
Heat was pooling itself all over her body. His eyes just seemed to do that to her. "Stop…" a feeble protest that he ignored completely. His hands slid lower, and he dropped to his knees, mouth at her stomach. She felt her stomach tighten consciously.
Her breathing was coming short now. His hands moved up her sides and she squirmed slightly from being ticklish, but as they came to rest on her shoulder's carefully and purposefully passing completely over her breasts, she wondered what he was doing. She didn't like how aware her body was of him and his position.
Then his fanged teeth clamped onto her shirt and pulled upwards slowly. She gasped as more of her tanned, lean stomach exposed itself to his feasting eyes. He stopped just below her bra. Kagome was officially banning everything frilly and black from her wardrobe after she saw his approving look of her underwear. Her hands were clamped at her side. His hand held her shirt just under her bosom, almost all of her upper body exposed to him.
"That girl never said where the kiss had to be…"
And Kagome understood. Then his lips hovered just over the space in-between her breasts from below. She sucked in a deep breath, his on her bare skin driving her insane and sending heat into her lower area. This was too much. She was going to just kiss the bastard if he didn't do something in the next ten seconds. But he did, as if reading her thoughts.
Perhaps it was her rigid and tense body. She felt his smile as he planted one smooth sweet kiss on her skin, lingering for awhile and drawing out all the taste. Then in a swift movement he stood and dropped her shirt. Kagome started at his sudden withdrawal. She was going to swoon. And she did.
Inuyasha caught her. It was so sad he could come by and in just two weeks completely destroy all the strength she had built up against love and being helpless. She tucked her head into his chest. He was so tall. She could see his chest outlined by the shirt. She pushed all the thoughts from this. 'So he's drop-dead sexy? Who is he to make me so messed up?' Kagome drilled herself.
She pushed herself up and looked him straight in the eye. "Hope you enjoyed that." He smirked. "Oh, I did." "Good. Because you won't be seeing anymore of me like that. Ever." Her tone was dead serious. He kept grinning. "You know, you're redder then a tomato right now." Kagome slapped him then, and not really paying attention shimmied down the tree to the next branch. "You're only using me! You just want to get into my pants, then you'll ditch me!" she screamed up at him.
Shaking off her slap, Inuyasha jumped from the branch above with half-demon grace. She took a step back. "You're just so uptight because you're a virgin." He said shrugging. Kagome flared up. "There's nothing wrong with being a virgin!" she screamed, raising her hand to slap him again. When he grabbed her hand and laid a wet kiss on it, she stopped and yanked her hand away, more flustered.
"Do you still hate the way I make you feel? Because believe me, I hate what you're doing to me. I don't fall asleep without mulling over you're face, the way you talk, the way you act, how you're anger makes me laugh, how you always seem to put what others' do ahead of what you do, even when it sacrifices something in you. How kind and un-selfish you are. Not to mention how freakin' sexy you are too, but I feel like with you, you're not just some floozy I'm trying to bang and leave. You're something greater, something I could never deserve. And I never will deserve. So believe me, you have no idea how wrong you are. Kagome, you're too perfect to toss out. And any man who does deserves to be shot. But I'll never be good enough for you. And by Kami if that isn't what makes you so irresistible….believe me, I have been taking a lot of cold showers lately."
Kagome flushed (somehow a deeper red) and finally broke eye contact with him. "Kagome…insult me all you want…hate me as much as you want, but just don't ever think I would use you so heartlessly. I would sooner kill." He paused and searched her eyes, his a deep smoldering amber now. "You could do so much better then me, but I wish you wouldn't." it didn't sound like a plea, but more or less a statement.
She looked back to him after he said that and the odd pleading and sense of regret only in his eyes made her want to throw her arms around him and comfort him. She was reminded of a lost little puppy. She eyed his sprouting ears. Smiling she stepped close to him, surprising him and grabbed his ears.
She rubbed them curiously. "Do you feel that?" she asked. She eyed his face on tip-toes. His tongue was hanging out from the side of his mouth, and he looked positively blissful. He was so cute! Kagome giggled, not having this carefree feeling in awhile. But his admitting how he felt made her feel so free and so guilty.
She believed him, but she still wasn't going to throw herself at him. She let go of his ears and while his eyes were still closed she kissed him quickly and softly on the cheek. His eyes shot open, surprise in them. He searched her own, and her shy warmth made him smile. Her innocence was why he loved her. That and her temper. She was the first one to not tread lightly around him. He liked that. No, he loved that.
"Now don't read too into this doggie-boy." She scolded at his pleased look. "Shall we head back?" he asked, playing chivalrous knight. She nodded, plotting a way to get down, but before she could start to climb Inuyasha swept her up against him, easy since she was so light, and jumped the last yard or two, Kagome shrieking her head off as he landed perfectly. She yelled at him for being impulsive and stupid. He laughed and didn't bother defending himself.
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Rin still lolled on her ledge singing softly, not even aware Sesshomaru was slowly advancing behind her. The weird girl, Kikyo he thought her name was, had told him to try the waterfall. She hadn't even bothered hiding. If he were even playing their stupid game.
Even as he eyed her curving form emblazoned by the small sunbeams, he did wish he could get a kiss from her. But he supposed it was too much to ask for. He sighed and walked into the clearing. Her voice was like a sweet melody. He felt like he could live off of it. He found he was entranced.
Her eyes were closed, but her head tilted towards him. Her hair fell into her face like a raven veil. He bit his lip. He didn't realize until this moment how truly beautiful she was. His body was reacting in ways it hadn't in such a long time. The demon in him was rising fast. He feared he would hurt her if his demon side took over. He felt his teeth becoming longer. He was almost sure his eyes were crimson by thins point.
He tried to get control of himself, but a low growl that slipped through his clenched lips gave him away. Rin shrieked upon seeing a man standing off to the side and slipped off the edge into the pool. Sesshomaru panicked and was at the edge, shirt off and jumping in just as Rin touched the bottom. Her eyes were closed, but she felt the large arms wrapping around her waist and yanking her up to the surface. Without really needing to breathe he heard her take a greedy breath.
He saw her shaking and realised the water must be cold to her mortal flesh. His was always heated. She floundered for a moment, then grabbed his neck and wrapped her legs around his stomach. Finding it very hard to focus like this, Sesshomaru paddled them to the edge of the ledge and managed to awkwardly get up onto it, with Rin still wrapped around him.
He gently pried her off, and she let go and fell to the stone in a heap coughing up water she'd swallowed on the way down. It took her a moment, and then she was left gasping horribly for much needed air. She was freezing now in the mild fall day, and wrapped her arms around herself to stop her trembling.
She tried to get the fear to subside, but it was only when she realised her rescuer was completely fine that she took notice of him. She met sparkling golden eyes, concern obvious, and then slightly matted cobweb-coloured hair and she fell backwards, finger pointing, mouth agape like an idiot. He smiled at her awe. That untried smile. It seemed rusty almost.
Rin pushed her hair from her face still shivering and got a good look at him. Her face exploded with colour. He was bare-chested. And water slid in glistening drops down a very nicely built physique. Rin was reminded of a God. She stared a bit too long, watching his perfect chest rise and fall in even breaths and finally looked away, looking back down to herself.
That was when she remembered how dumb she'd been. That morning, she'd accidentally taken Sango's clothes instead of her own from the laundry room, so she'd absent-mindedly put on a white tight tank-top the girl had and a pair of khaki cargo pants. A white tank-top. WHITE! She had a black bra on! Colour blossomed all down her neck and her ears lit up.
She looked up to her Moonlight Savior and mumbled a thank you. "Are you cold?" he asked. She glanced at his eyes. He seemed generally concerned. A small smile lit up her face. Sesshomaru blinked still loving that perfectly cute smile. Shivering, helpless. Soaking wet, and wearing a see-through top….Kami was testing him horribly.
He wished he could feel the cold water. She hugged herself tighter, and he tried not to focus on how her small bosom squeezed together. He spotted his shirt and got up to get it. He gave it to her and, blushing, she put it on. Keeping her arms inside the sleeves while Sesshomaru modestly turned away she slid off the wet tank-top. Sesshomaru turned back and found himself trying desperately to hold back laughter. It was huge on her. His shirt practically made a dress on her.
He hid a grin behind his hand. She caught it. "What?" she asked, rather self-conscious. He shook his head. Rin huffed, not liking his secrecy. Then again there was so much she wanted to know. How did he keep appearing around her? Why was he here, of all places? She held back her questions in light of another. It dawned on her so suddenly; she was amazed she hadn't figured it out before. "Are you Sesshomaru?" she asked.
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Sesshomaru started as his name came from her lips. He eyed those pretty lips for a minute, wondering how his name sounded so nice coming from her. He eyed her cautiously. "Yes." he said firmly, but quietly. Her eyes widened. "But then…you've been staying here this whole time?" Rin looked down to the ground, suddenly smiling. "You're real…" she whispered.
Sesshomaru started. She had doubted it? She looked so happy. He wondered how he was the cause of that happiness. He wouldn't have it any other way. "And you're Rin I assume?" she looked up to him again, still smiling like a child at Christmas. "Yep! Rin Higurashi at your service!" she held out her hand to him. He took it, loving the soft feel of it.
He inhaled her scent, hovering in the air. It was like…lavender and…sugar maybe? "Are you playing hide-and-go-seek?" she asked suddenly, surprising him. He eyed her, still blushing. "Are you?" he asked, treating this delicately. She looked up to him. "Yes. If you are." She added quickly. Then she looked away again, red. "And you found me…" she whispered. "I won't follow the rules. It's idiotic." He thought that's what she wanted to hear. Maybe not.
She looked slightly put-out. "Unless you wanted me to, well…" he trailed off, hating the flush on his own cheeks now. "Um, well…" Rin seemed to have lost the momentary courage. Sesshomaru couldn't take this anymore. "Come on, let's go." He said shortly.
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Rin watched him turn around and go to leave. She cursed herself. She was just too shy for this. But as she watched his silver hair glinting almost pure white in the sunlight and his slightly tanned body moving away, a strong feeling of lust and disappointment welled up in her, too strong to resist.
"Wait!" she yelled, running after him. He turned, and she threw herself into his arms. He grunted, shocked. But she went farther. She pressed her lips against his. Somewhere in her mind, she realised this was her first kiss, and she realised she wasn't very good at it. She closed her eyes, and kissed him as hard as she could, praying for a reaction, praying she'd read him right. She was so terrified of rejection.
He seemed stiff and reluctant for a second, then he seemed to melt and his arms wrapped around her, suffocating her in a wonderful sense of security and belonging. And his mouth crushed on hers. He practically devoured her mouth, coming on her like a steel force. Still timid, she almost pulled back, but his arms tightened and his tongue nipped at her bottom lip.
Amazed by this small action that erupted fire in her. Her mouth opened in shock. He took advantage of this and plunged into her honeyed depths. Rin was at first too timid to do anything, then when his tongue carefully tapped hers she woke up and her arms wrapped around him and she pushed herself as hard as she could against him.
A small sigh came from him, and she wondered at her effect on him for a moment, still not really understanding men, but her tongue began to timidly explore as well. He let her, liking how sweet she was and the way her hands curled into his hair. She was almost lifted off the ground for her slightness to him. Rin felt so good, desire's flames licked her deep, touching her in a way she'd never felt it before.
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Sesshomaru was still surprised that he was her first kiss. Her as beautiful as she was and never having anyone kiss her? But by Kami she tasted so good. He could drown in her. His hands stopped trying to crush her against him, and rested on her slight waist. It amazed him how small she was. He could crush her. He became afraid suddenly of hurting her. Or breaking her.
Some primal satisfaction came from knowing he was her first kiss. As soon as her lips touched his he tried to pull away, tried to stop himself from letting the demon take over and take something so easily given before him, such a tender little morsel, but he felt her fear and knew he couldn't fight it. Plus she felt so right. Her body seemed to fit into his perfectly. Like two puzzle pieces.
He pulled her waist against his and she gasped, breaking the kiss. He regretted it. He'd moved too fast. He let her go, and tried to pretend he wasn't hurt.
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Rin eyed Sesshomaru. Her heart was beating surprisingly slow, and her face had a permanent tint, but other then slightly swelling lips from where he'd nibbled a bit and a lack of air, she was fine. In fact she was more then fine. She was on fire.
But him pulling her against his…she'd felt it, and that had woken up the nun in her, he virginal shyness, and she'd pushed away. He looked slightly stricken, and between gasps she said in a very high-pitched voice: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" he seemed almost as out of breath as her: "Its fine. I'm sorry I lose control like that. Are you okay?" that concern again.
What did he think she was a child? Shivering from something else now she took a few deep breaths. Then she smiled. "So does that count as your kiss?" he eyed her, a sly look in his golden eyes. He stepped closer to her and Rin inhaled sharply. "Almost." He whispered, gaze half-lidded and eyes burning. He bent over and Rin stayed frozen. His smooth lips met her pale column of a neck and he laid a kiss on her pulse in a loving manner. "There. Now we're even."
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Sesshomaru decided he liked the look she had. Her body had burned an image into his mind. The look of being tousled kissed to oblivion and back and flushed innocently. He still regretted what he'd done, but not by much. Now that he'd had a taste the demon in him wanted more.
He was her first kiss; he would be her first mate. Forever. He knew it with certainty. She was the pure light that would keep him going. Love was the feeling running through him. That and an urgent lust. He knew after this, one look at her would bring back the feel of her lips, of her sweet mouth, of her body pressed against his, luscious curves winding against his, her small breasts pushing into his chest….no, he would not sleep well tonight.
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Sango hadn't realized she'd fallen asleep until someone planted a very smooth kiss on her forehead. She started awake, fumbling not to throw herself off the tree. "Found you." Miroku Takagawa whispered huskily, leaning against the trunk of the tree so nonchalantly behind her. As if he always kissed random girls in trees.
Sango tried not to let her surprise show as she stood unsteadily and snarled at him. "That was your blasted kiss I hope you realise freak." She was very upset she had been found. And his cool lips on her brow didn't help either. Taking a deep breath she glared at him as he cocked a grin.
She then saw the resemblance between him and Inuyasha. Inuyasha and he shared the same grin. She tried to cast the unease from her mind. It made her just as nervous as his odd depth and large telescope-like observation skills that saw the worst things in people.
She looked away, not wanting him to sense her unease. He did, and gained smugness along with the cocky feel about him. She decided she thoroughly did not like this about him. She hated guys' with ego's that were bigger then their dicks'. And looking at him fast, she decided there was no way he was packing that much.
He looked up to her meeting her fleeing eyes. "Now I had only found you once you woke up. That doesn't-" he stepped forward swiftly, and his leather jacket swished with the sudden movement. His arms wrapped around her waist, and Sango recoiled from instinct.
He smiled down at her and finished: "count." Sango tried to remember to breathe, but his deep eyes pierced through her with more alarming clarity then ever. 'More then Mihara's ever did.' She thought, then scolded herself for thinking of him, especially now.
But she was surprised when the stab at her heart didn't come when she thought of his betrayal. It was still there, just dulled by something. Dulled by what she didn't know. As if he knew her thoughts were elsewhere Miroku's fingers gently grasped her face, tilting it to his eye-level.
She shivered upon seeing his look of desire. She was so amazed and confounded anyone could feel anything like that for her. Then again she'd seen it in Mihara's eyes, something similar, but when his frisky hands roamed her body she never felt even a margin of what was spinning in her right now.
She wanted to get lost in those eyes so badly. Then she remembered all that was said about him. A horrible fear rose in her again. All of Mihara's breaking of her heart came back fast and left a very bad taste in her mouth. She wrenched her face out of his hand, looking at the tree trunk.
Part of her wanted to cry on his shoulder and tell him about all her fears of getting hurt again, but anger at the world quickly replaced this. "Who did this to you?" Starting, Sango looked back into his eyes and cursed herself for it. How could he know what she was feeling when not even Kagome or Rin could read her? She'd built her walls so strongly, but his battering made them crumble. She began to suspect he was a mind-reader. "I don't know what you're talking about." She muttered, trying to put back up the portcullis in her heart.
"Sango, I can tell you've been broken before." His voice was soft and comforting. For a moment, she thought of sobbing into his chest and treasuring sharing her feelings for once instead of suffering in silence. But then her reason pushed it aside. And her anger returned. She tried pushing away from him weakly, failing. Her anger burst to her lips, wanting to vent in a way. She began to rant.
"How can you know! Why do you insist on reading me? Why are you changing me! I want to stay the way I was! I was fine until you came along! Just get away from me and never come near me ever again!" Eyes flaming with ferocious fire she let him see how upset she was.
He became somber with each of her words, and when she was done she almost wanted to take them back, panting as she was. He didn't speak, just pulled her gently against him, not tightly. She could push away at any time. She didn't, all she did was lay against his chest trying to stop her tears. She hadn't cried in years!
Her tears had dried permanently after finding Rin beaten to a bloody pulp in her house. He still said nothing after a few moments, but his hand came up and rubbed her back. Sango hated herself. Spilling her heart to someone she barely knew. And yet he seemed to take her admission not as something to laugh at or something to comfort or try to help with. He just listened. It made it so much harder for her to pull away from him. Even harder to control herself.
Maybe that was why he had such an effect on her. He'd been the first to realise there was something wrong, and the tough exteriour wasn't really a barrier, but an invitation for someone to battle their way into her heart.
Finally air made itself apparent and she took gasping breaths. He still did nothing, his hand making a repetitive motion that seemed to touch more then just her heaving back. Finally he seemed to take a stand, his voice a rumble through her chest that in some oddly insignificant way made her tickle: "I see you're still in a self-obsessed fog. Do you still reject my help?" She couldn't really focus on his words; she was too busy noticing the way his face seemed to become almost smugly happy. Like he held the key while Sango was still finding the door.
Getting over her fear of his effect on her she pondered his statement for a moment. Then she remembered the night in her room when he'd seen her partially naked and wailing to one of her favourite songs. The memory brought a flush she didn't want there, not with him being a cocky bastard again. "I don't need your help." It was childish and it felt so unintelligent to her, but then again brains were really Kagome's thing.
"Listen Sango; I never said you needed help, maybe this self-absorbed thing is really how you are. But I'm not willing to believe that." His hand stopped moving on her back. She rested her head on his shoulder. She decided to set him up for a philosophical puzzle.
"So now you judge me for being human?" her voice wavered. "Being human is not just about its flaws, for if we didn't have them we wouldn't be human, but flaws are something we cannot change. You've put yourself into this state and that means, in turn, you can pull yourself from it." Sango smirked to herself. "Always two steps ahead of me…" she trailed off.
"Yes well, you live with the combinations of Sesshomaru and Inuyasha and you get used to it after awhile." His voice sounded sarcastic. "All right, Miroku the Buddha. What must I do to improve myself to your liking?" she felt his frown. "Not for me, Sango-san." 'Got him.' Sango thought smugly. "Then why are you helping me so much? Why try to change me at all? You'll be leaving soon, perhaps leaving my life forever. Are you just so wonderful that you help all those you look down on by saying they are in need in their characters? You place yourself above everyone else. Don't lie." It took him a few moments.
"But I've told you. Don't tell me you're blind as well. I've told you in everything I do, even in plain words why I'm helping you." He grinned.
"Because I love you."
Sango went rigid. She stepped away. He didn't look intensely serious as he had during all their other talks, but he didn't entirely look as if he were only joking around. "Give me your advice. Now." There was a threat in her voice.
Miroku nodded, smiling obliviously again and closing his eyes contentedly. "Not advice so much as….an observation. I think…the thing you need to focus on…is well; finding someone you feel can understand you. And since you feel so misunderstood by Kagome and Rin-san, perhaps the one to understand you, truly, is your love. You need your love Sango. Through that will you begin to be cleared from yourself and concerned about someone other then Rin and you." He opened his eyes now and winked. "Maybe all those cheesy movies are right, nya? Love could be salivation for us all."
Then he jumped. He landed on the ground perfectly and walked away whistling merrily. Sango took a deep breath then leaped down and stumbling slightly raced after him.
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Sigh 2: okay, wow. Have officially been writing this for like a month now. And now, this chapter is done! So happy. All right everyone told you it would be long, and on my puter it says it's 52 pages! 52! How awesome is that? Okay, now I love all of you to a million and one pieces, and I hope this didn't seem too….out there. What with Miroku and Sango's whole…debate thing. Sorry bout that, I just always wanted to give that kind of slant to a character that Miroku has, and well, here it is! Now in the next installment, who is Sango's true love? Now that Kagome has started to like the little inu, what will come of his possessive love for her? Will Rin and Sesshomaru get their asses in motion and do more then kiss? And will Rin ever find out that Sesshie is a demon! Who is the person running around and giving away hiding places! And why is that person doing that? And will there be a lemon? Review me if you want a lemon, and PLEASE no flames. Kay.
Why so damn absent-minded?
-Kurai-Tenshi of Doom
(This modern love…breaks me…)
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