This chapter is dedicated to Syrinx for the splendid reviews.

A new day is born, the shimmering rays so full they appear almost tangible. The dark cerulean blue of night holds on tight pulling the strings of dark as the bright orange and cornflower yellow tints of dawn cut the ties, terrorizing their complement for dominance. Red-breasted sparrows and blue feathered Jays chirp their greeting to the waking morning. With dew still clinging onto even blades of fresh grass, a male makes his way down to the ground floor of his apartment building. The unknown individual strolls, with a long, striding gait down the grey stone steps into the parking garage.

Sesshoumaru stands, briefcase as always, in hand, his silver-clad head swiveling back and forth deciding. This occurs for a few moments before his mind is made up and his body turns to the left of the four cars in front of him. He unlocks the door of the vehicle, the first closest to him on the left. This beauty was the darkest forest green that it almost appeared black. The car was a V12 Vanquish S, Aston Martin. These machines are the known to be the fastest of all from the Aston make. This was snuggled between his XK8 coupe in a quartz shade of tone and his silver Ferrari 360 Modena.

His fourth car what was you could call the car he took long trips in if need be. His beauties weren't meant for long distance. This car was a simple Honda Civic Coup. This was also the car he more often than not took Rin in. It wasn't that he didn't trust his girl, but she had the tendency to spill and be messy, as all normal children should be. And Sesshoumaru didn't want to have to worry about replacing the expensive leather seating of his favorite cars.

He wasn't even sure he had wanted to leave them here, but the garage had security cameras where ever you went at every turn. Plus several guards patrolled constantly only stopping to switch shifts and even that was done while still present in the garage. This relaxed Sesshoumaru a little and besides he could always just track down the thief, but he was a busy man and didn't want to spare the time finding the idiot who thought he was good enough to steal a Takarashi car. The fool, whoever it may be.

Soon, the normally stoic businessman was cruising on the highway without the ever-present nuisance of traffic because it was only six o'clock in the morning. No one, but him would be going to work so early. Before he left, he made sure that Rin's key was hanging on the door knob and that she had transportation to her new school. She truly had surprised him. The young girl had come a long way.

Once mute and an orphan, to becoming one of the most intelligent and observant child he had ever had the pleasure to meet. Of course naturally Rin was still quiet, but with her Sesshoumaru-sama, she transformed into quite the chatterbox. Even though the small child remained aware of his excellence hearing and made an effort to keep her tone tender.

So high was Rin's intelligence that this year she was transferred to Seikio Prep School, a year further than she should be. This school went from what would be elementary level of education all the way to high school.

Rin was actually only seven, but often acted younger than Sesshoumaru knew her to be. Sometimes he felt that she acted this way to still fit into the part of being his little girl, even though she was growing up. He also knew that secretly she was afraid he would leave her once she was old enough to take care of herself.

His drive wasn't a long one, seeing as how he lived right in the center of town, actually only a few minutes from his work. But this early in the dawn, very few persons were awake so he treated himself to his daily drive on what could be called the scenic route to his business establishment. Something about speeding down the cement roadway with the top down, should the weather permit, the winds blowing his hair back. Then the soft tune of Miles Davis spiraling away in its jazzy style was relaxing and set his mood for the everlasting stress his work day would no doubt be consumed in.

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Kagome breathed in deeply, the fresh air though thickened with the city's pollution, was still cleansing to her senses. The steamy shower mixed with her incense was enough to fill them to the brink with of course a lovely scent, but a heavy and sometimes overpowering one. Kagome reminded herself to ask Sango to make her a Jasmine and Sakura mix this afternoon when they met for lunch. It was much lighter, more feminine and lovely scent that simply made her feel tingles all the way down to her toes. It also made her go nuts smelling her hair that the aroma seemed to cling to in a heavenly blessing.

The young woman was excited. Today was her fieldtrip to the Hamasaki Medical Corporation Headquarters. This was one of the largest medical suppliers and hospital chains in the world and the largest in Japan. Kagome had always dreamed of working there, ever since her father passed away. He hadn't received treatment because their small family couldn't afford it. He had died of stomach cancer, it was very painful and Kagome could barely visit him because seeing him in all that pain tore her heart to pieces. Higurashi Juro was obviously hospitalized, but in a domestic one in their city of Osaka.

From that day, Kagome was determined to study in the field of medical sciences for developments in cancer research. But the reason she loved Hamasaki Corp. was that the company donated several million dollars every year to patients that couldn't afford treatment and placed them in their many sites. There were four in all, just on the island of Japan spread around as evenly as possible so that every citizen could have access if necessary.

Every year, this corporation delivered success stories of recovered patients that were long thought dead. Even the patient themselves had lost all hope, but with the help of the dedicated research faculty, many survived with little chance of relapse. It truly was miraculous. Kagome wanted desperately to be part of that and to be able to see the faces of those that had lost all hope for life, that they would once again see the world from behind their glass window. She wanted to comfort the many children in the cancer wards, wanted to make them smile again. She wanted a lot, but she wanted it all. Kagome's desire was to bring hope and happiness to those who were sick.

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The day passed quickly and before he knew it, Sesshoumaru was leaving the office building. Of course it was still only five thirty and early for him. But he wanted to pick up Rin at the park. He'd gotten a call from the caretaker he'd hired for her and was told she was playing at the park with some new friends she'd made at school. It was strange, Rin usually never made companions so quickly, but underneath his façade Sesshoumaru was genuinely happy for her. She deserved it.

For so long, the girl had depended on him and only ever spoke to him. In some bizarre way, Sesshoumaru was proud to have such adoration fawned on him. He had always been the distant one at school, the beautiful angel no one could reach and now he was the president of Taka tech. Rin provided an outlet and he spoiled her, he knew it and so did she. But they basked in the comfort one afforded the other. Rin discovered love and an idol. Sesshoumaru found something to care about other than work, strange that it came packaged as a little girl.

Sesshoumaru stopped at his apartment to switch cars and change from his tailored grey business suit. Grabbing the keys for his Honda and placing the key to his beauty in the small safe hidden in the floor of his office, a secret spot he added in without the apartment owner's knowledge, and sped off to find his little one.

The playground was in a quaint corner of the city actually only a few blocks, about six, from his apartment in a small secluded place in a beautiful park. Some of the trees were hundreds of years old and were preserved even in the very heart of the city. Conservationists had let out an uproar when word had been spread that the area was to be destroyed for the newly risen Obaruka Corporation. It was another major, well now anyways, technology company and Takarashi Tech's rival.

Sesshoumaru's father, Inutaisho, had participated in preserving it to keep a strong hold on the natural visage that was Japan. And now as he walked through it, his son was glad the old man had done it. For it was Inutaisho and Haruyama Hazuna's input that had been the support beams to the environmental action that granted its grand success. Haruyama was an ally and long time friend to Inutaisho. He owned a law firm and handled all legal transactions of the Takarashi Industry and still does today for a matter of fact. No one knew law better than that old codger, Hazuna.

Sesshoumaru watched as Rin scampered around in the cut short grass behind a small boy who seemed barely a year her senior. He had black hair that probably hit just below his shoulders, but was pinned up in a pony tail near the crown of his head. He had a shy smile on his face and humor in his brown eyes as he hid behind a tree. Then the small boy jumped out, scaring Rin which had made Sesshoumaru tense, but when the boy made a funny face before running off, he was surprised to hear her joyous laughter. Then his little girl chased after him a jubilant smile still piercing her chubby cheeks.

It was then that he noticed another joining in also on their game of tag. It was a shorter boy, probably Rin's age. He had brilliant red hair and freckles of his nose, just like the elder boy, but this one had the brightest jade eyes Sesshoumaru had ever witnessed. His hair was shorter than the other's, but still put up in a pony tail, but somewhat messier. It was obvious that it was done in a rush.

Sesshoumaru put his hands in his pockets and seated himself on a bench. His dark blue jeans gathered at his ankles even as he sat. The pale blue cotton button down was unbuttoned twice at the top, showing his white undershirt below. He had one a light tan sheep skin jacket that had a white interior made of this fuzzy insulation. He noted that it was Rin's favorite. She loved the fuzzy inside and often wore it; even though it came down passed her knees and fell over her hands by at least a foot. Sesshoumaru was quite lanky in that respect, long limbs. She looked absolutely ridiculous.

His tawny eyes kept track of his special girl, even though she was adopted, Sesshoumaru felt like she was meant to be his. It was a small gift that life bestowed upon him and he gladly carried the burden with open arms. But as he lifted his head, cattycornered from himself, he saw two persons walking towards the park side by side.

F.Y.I- Kagome wasn't raped, I'm not that mean and that is a bit overused. Thanks to all reviewers, but please note any mistakes. The two should meet soon, sooner if you review. evil grin Don't you just love bribes?