Crisscross

Chapter One

Little note here:
>>>Author's point of view
>>Kagome>> Kagome's point of view
>>Sango>> Sango's point of view and etc etc...Get the drift?


>>Kagome>>

I refuse to believe this. I thought this was some kind of joke when I got the news, but now it seemed so real. My grandmother wouldn't have done this to me...would she? Well, she probably thought this was good for me. How was she supposed to know whether I was going to be in love at the age of twenty-seven or not?

But I am.

And all because of some stupid contract, a foolish promise from my inconsiderate grandmother,

I wouldn't be able to love him anymore.

I crumpled up the paper in my hands. The evidence I wished to burn and bury the ashes into the earth, but will still exist in the knowledge of everyone in Japan.

The weather seemed to be reflecting the turmoil taking place inside me. Rain splattered onto the windows and the wind howled outside. The weather was making the night more darker than usual, but I didn't bother to turn on the lights. The red numbers of the digital clock read 11:08.

I just sat there. On the carpet. Head bowed and eyes brimming with tears. I shifted my gaze to the white dress on the bed. The dress I would be wearing when I walk down the aisle. The dress I would be wearing in seven days time. The dress I would be wearing when I stand beside him, giving myself away for someone I couldn't care less about. And he would be sitting on the benches.

Watching me like every one else.

Watching me bind myself with the man I most detest at the moment with something called marriage.

I stood up abruptly and opened the door. It banged onto the wall, leaving a dent, but I didn't care.

I refuse to lose.

I stomped down the hall and raced into the study where he spent most of his time.

The study is a marvelous place. Handsome wooden furniture, a polished grand piano, shelves of books and ancient scrolls, and rows of antiques. But now it's on my least favorite places list. Why? Because it was where he spent most of his time.

I finally stood in the doorway of the room, head high and chest heaving from running and anger.

And there he was.

Sesshomaru Koizu .

The most wanted bachelor in Japan, the president of the booming Toukijin Industries, the discoverer of the Shikon no Tama, and the first respectable son of the great Inutashio Koizu .

The bastard.

He was standing in front of the window, watching the rain pour onto the world below. There were to be a terrible storm. The worst one to come in all of Japan's history. He just stood there, ignoring me, but I knew he could smell my presence as well as my anger. After all, he was an inu youkai.

"Sesshomaru," I glared at his back and saw his reflection on the window move his golden eyes to his left slightly. "You have to stop this. No one's going to listen to me! Pitiful ningen woman like you said! But you! You're a great respected demon with money flying out of your ass! Do something damn it!"

Okay, I was buttering him up but swearing at the same time. Not the right way of buttering people up? Big deal. I just needed him to listen to me.

Plan not working 'cause he's still staring out the window like some dazed psychopath.

"Sesshomaru Koizu!" I went up to him and practically yelled into his ears. "It's just some contract! My grandmother has deceased for heaven's sake! We have to-"

"Do you realize that we are not the only ones affected by this marriage?" His voice was cold like always and a little softer than usual. He was angry. Not good.

"Hell yes!" But I waspissed off too.

"Do you realize there will be even more people affected if this marriage doesn't take place?"

"What?"

"Inuyasha."

That shut me up.

"...How?"

"Use your imagination."

I swear I would've slapped him if he hadn't move to make his exit right then. But I wasn't finished.

"Why are you following the contract?" I couldn't help but to sneer. I needed him to listen to me.

He stopped walking.

"Why are you willing to give yourself to a pitiful ningen woman like me?"

He turned his head a little to the left and I could see the menacing glint in his eyes.

"Can't bring yourself to ruin your perfect reputation? Or is the Great Sesshomaru finally losing his cold-"

I suddenly felt pain surged up my neck. My back slammed into the wall as he held me by the throat. My neck was throbbing as my heart beated rapidly. With every tightening grip, a flash of white passed through my eyes. Somewhere, it seemed like a good distance away, I heard Inuyasha's angry voice call him. He merely squeezed my throat tighter and glared at me with those golden orbs. This was my first time seeing his impassive mask off of his face. His eyes were filled with rage and I could hear his angry growl.

"You may be my future wife, but that doesn't mean I won't kill you. Watch your mouth. I am not doing this for you. I am doing this for her."

Her? Who was...Her...?

He let go of my throat and I toppled to the ground, gasping for air. I was sweating and shaking uncontrollably. I heard Inuyasha yell at him, but as always, he just ignored him and left the room. I soon felt the familiar comforting arms around me, holding me securely.

"Kagome," Inuyasha whispered into my ear. "Are you all right?"

That did it. His concerned voice just made me crash down. I couldn't take it anymore. Tears I had been holding back for the last few days finally rolled down my cheeks. I grabbed hold of his shirt and started shouting into it, hoping it would muffle the sounds.

That night I spent the night in his room. Our clothes strewn all over the floor and my tears rolling down his chest. He would soothe me now and then by rubbing me on the back, but it didn't help much. So I just cried the night away in his arms for the last time.

I met the love of my life. It took me three months to realize it.

I had two weeks to be with him.

And now my world was slowly falling apart.


>>>

He ran. He never stopped. He didn't care if it was pouring outside. He didn't care that he was getting soaked to the bone. He had had enough.

Under his father's orders, he fought off the urge to run to her side. Under his father's orders, he had removed every picture, every gift she had given him throughout the years. Under his father's orders, he had refused to make contact with her any way.

Screw his father.

He just saw his future wife being comforted by her lover. Hell, why couldn't he be comforted? He was the one who was suffering most from this whole shit. If she was going to break the rules, he was going to do the same.

He ignored the screeches of horns when he sprinted across the street at a red light.

He ignored the yells of the security guard at the gates of the condominium.

He ignored his conscience that was screaming at him not to go. To not to cross the line.

Finally, he ignored her warning not to come to her as he banged on the door that heldthe sign 707, completely ignoring the doorbell.

"Who is it?"

Yes... There was that soft voice he had been dying to hear. He closed his eyes as he waited in the hallway, water dripping down from his drenched body andsaturating the crimson carpet under him like her tears had once did exactly a month ago.


Rin Akita wondered who was at her door at such a late time. It was eleven thirty for heaven's sake. A time when most people would be knocked out in their beds. She put on a robe over her pale nightdress as she made her way to the door. She checked if the locks were in place and placed her eye on the peephole. A glance of the long silver hair was all it took to make her breathless in surprise. Her eyes immediately brimmed with tears.

She leaned lightly on the door, a single tear rolling down her pale cheek.

"Sesshomaru." Her voice sounded determined, but he could detect a slight waver in her tone. "I told you not to come...You're making it harder for the both of us. Please...Just leave..." She whispered the last word as if she dreaded him to do so.

He could smell her tears. He could never forget that scent. He had smelt it when his left arm had nearly been torn off. He had smelt it when he had closed the door behind him after he had told her about the contract. He had smelt it when he had left her a month ago as he turned his back on her.

He mentally shook his head. Why was he thinking about the past again if it only was going to hurt him more? He's been doing this too often. He leaned forward when he heard her disapproval and his forehead came into contact with the wooden door with a loud thud.

The sudden sound startled her and she instantly became worried because it sounded all too familiar to the sound of someone going unconscious. She hesitated. Maybe this was some trick? This wouldn't be the first time she would fall for this one. But an audible groan behind the door reached her ears and her hands were immediately fumbling with the locks.

She cautiously pulled the door open to find him standing in front of her, soaking wet and on his feet.

She had planned to persuade him to go back, but one look at his depressed state drove that thought out of her mind.

"Sesshomaru, what happened? It's pouring outside. Didn't you even care to bring an-"

Her words turned into a small gasp of surprise when his arms suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace. He pushed both of them through the doorway, causing the door to close behind them and the automatic lock systemdid its dutywith a click.

When was the last time he felt the pleasing warmth of her body? Her soft form crushed in his arms? Her words of concern fill his ears? He gently crushed her petit form, trying to control the emotions that were running haywire inside of him.

"Sesshomaru..."

Her whisper merely caused him to tighten his embrace and push her to the wall.

He simply loved her scent. The faint but sweet aroma of fruits from the perfume he had given her for her twenty fourth birthday was lingering in her natural scent. He buried his nose deeper into her soft tresses.

She had stopped her futile actions of pushing him away. She wasn't wrapping her arms around him like she had used to only a few weeks ago, but she was clutching on to his damp dress shirt as if she was preventing her arms to do so, not caring whether her robe was getting soaked by pressing onto his body.

They just stood there for a few minutes or so, trying to calm their reacting bodies from the familiar contact they had both dearly missed. Then she gently pushed him away. He did lift his torso from her, but did not release his hold around her waist.

"Why don't you stay here for the night," she whispered, looking at the floor. "It's too late for you to go anywhere now and the weather's terrible."

She pulled herself out of his grip and headed for the bathroom. The sound of water splashing into the empty tub echoed throughout the one-room flat.

He didn't move from his spot. He stood there, observing every little corner of her tidy home.

Thehuge bed, whichhe had given her much to her protest, was still at the back of the large room, the clean white sheets covering the comfy mattress and the long fluffed pillow. It was there where they would spend the night together, savoring each other's warmth. The bookshelves were still filled with the colorful hard covered books of all kinds: poetry, psychology, history, and all kinds ofliterature. The books she would read out loud to him while snuggling in his arms as he idly played with her hair. The beige armchair next to the tall lamp was there. The place where they had shared gentle kisses so many times. Her in his lap, his arms snaking up her top, their lips crushed together. The small table for two in the middle of the room near the kitchen where she would serve warm meals, which was usually breakfast the next day after he had spent the night with her, was alsoin thesame place

Everything in the flat. Everything in the whole goddamn one-room flat reminded him of the times when they had openly showed their affection towards each other without a care in the world. The happy times when he would enjoy the envious looks of other men when he kissed her in public. The peaceful times when he would watch her sleeping form in his arms. The blissful times when he heard her moan his name and felt her soft hands caress his face.

All gone. Nothing but a memory. Nothing but a piece of history between two lovers. Something that was a history was now a fantasy for them. A fantasy for two lovers who lived in the world of reality where they were banned to make any contact with each other.

He came out of his thoughts when he felt her delicate hand gently pull his large one towards the bathroom. She closed the bathroom door and placed the towel onto the counter. She held up her hands to help him unbutton his shirt like she always did, but quickly caught herself. A tiny blush crept up her cheeks as she lowered them.

"I'll go make something warm for you."

She turned to leave, but he pulled her into his embrace once more, this time a little gentler than the last. He buried his face into the crook of her neck as his large hands clutched onto her petit form.

"Sesshomaru..." She whispered into his ear. "You've got to stop. You are going to be married next week for heaven's sake."

"Do you really think I care?" his low voice made her unconsciously shiver in anxiety.

After what seemed like an eternity, he felt her arms wrap themselves gently around his neck. A satisfied sigh escaped his lips. She stroked his damp hair and surpressed a giggle when he whimpered quietly like a dog. He lifted his head and whispered onto her lips.

"Would you like to join me?"

Her eyes looked questioning, so he used his own to answer her. His golden orbs moved to his right to look at the large tub filled with water.

He did not miss that flash of yearning in her eyes when she shook her head. He smirked slightly and simply cut off the belt that was holding her robe together.

"I'll take that as a yes."


She knew it was wrong. But she kept telling herself that it was him who had undressed her and it was him who had pulled her into the tub so it was entirely his fault. She did not come in because she wanted to and she was merely staying in the water because he would not let go of her. She knew she was lying to herself.

He pulled her closer to himself like he had many times before. The water level stopped just below his shoulders and his silver hair was floating in the warm water, contrasting with the raven tresses of the young woman in his arms.

She blushed when she felt his manhood underneath her buttocks. She could feel it already becoming hard. He smirked slightly when he detected arousal in her scent. He pulled her even more closer so she was leaning on him. Then his hands started to roam. His right hand came up until it made contact with her breasts. He squeezed her left breast gently, earning a soft moan from her. His thumb leisurelytoyed with the erect nipple as he licked the mating mark on the pulse of her neck.

A blue crescent moon, an identical one of the mark on his forehead. The mating mark. The mark he had made on their first night he still couldn't forget. It was a symbol telling that she belonged to him and to him only. It was a mark that meant the world to him. A mark that she was his. It was a symbol...That will soon disappear in a week's time when he recites the oath.

His eyebrows scrunched slightly as he kissed it once more.

His left hand wandered downwards her body and cupped the junction between her legs. Her body tensed, moving instinctively closer to him, but relaxed as his fingers played with the sensitive bud. His index traced the soft skin, making her nerves tingle with excitement. A claw carefully inserted itself into her core.

Her body was betraying her. Her mind was screaming not to respond, yet her body was doing the exact opposite. Her legs itched to wrap themselves around his hips and her arms longed to place themselves around his neck as her mouth yearned to give him the seductive smile that would always drive him wild.

'No...We can't do this!'

Her body was screaming in protest, but she suppressed the moan that was about to escape her lips and broke the contact with him. She felt ashamed to be there with him, doing what lovers did. Doing what they were not supposed to do. She opened her mouth to speak, but he beat her to it.

"Rin," he closed the short distance between them, the water splashing gently as he did. "This may be our last night together."

She said nothing but stared into his eyes. She could see remorse in his eyes, love and lust swirling within it. She could feel his arms placing themselves around her waist again. He came so close, their noses were almost touching each other.

"Make it a night to remember," he whispered onto her lips. "For me...Please."

It was never easy to hear him say that word. The word "please". He was always the dominant one, always in control. Didn't need to use the word "please." But he always used it for her and for her only. When he did, she would always award him for what he wanted.

They always said 'please' is the magic word for anything.

So she released a spell...The last spell she would ever give him.

She responded by placing her arms around his neck and immediately he crushed his lips on to her soft ones. His eager tongue hungrily lapped her lips like a starved dog licking at the remains of a meal. She parted her lips slightly and his tongue plunged into the familiar cavern. It traced every corner, every line of her mouth. He felt as if he was being electrified when her hesitant but eager tongue met his searching one. He practically devoured her as she answered in equal passion, leaving both of them breathless by the second.

The atmosphere around the two seemed to get heavier and denser by the minute as her hands fisted the roots of his hair gently and his arms pulled her even more closer to him. His lips left her protesting mouth and trailed kisses down her slender neck, across her collarbone, and down to her breasts. He took one in his mouth and suckled like a hungry pup. A soft moan escaped her lips every time his tongue teased her erect nipple and he could feel the painful sores of his manhood becoming rock hard. She unconsciously fisted his hair tighter and pulled him ever more closer to her, causing him to suckle harder.

He finally kissed her breast and raised his head so they were at eye level. Sharp golden orbs stared into soft cinnamon ones. Her eyebrows crunched slightly to indicate her worry and she kissed his forehead as he embraced her once more. She stroked his head for a while then reached for the shower. Turning on the faucet, she gave him a small smile and brought the shower over his head. She carefully stroked his hair under the warm rays of water. He let out a content sigh as he buried his face between the valley of her breasts.

They were trying to enjoy their evening bath. Like they always did in the past. He would sometimes come to her in an exhausted state after a day of endless meetings and countless contracts. He would knock on the door and somehow she would always know that it was him. She would greet him with a kiss on the lips and would lead him into the bathroom and start the tub. Then she would help him out of his clothes while he would constantly kiss her forehead and undress her as well. They would get into the tub and after many caresses and kisses, she would get the shower and wash his hair for him. She had always loved to play with his hair.

That's what they were doing now. Well, what they were trying to do, while ignoring the heavy thought of this being their last night together.

She turned off the water and reached for the bottle of shampoo. She rubbed the slick liquid onto his hair and started massaging his skull. He let out a content groan.Foam started to fall from the sides of his face as she skillfully rubbed all the refreshing bubbles starting from the roots of his hair and all the way to the silky tips. A quick rinse of water and the foam was soon gone from his locks and floating in the water. She put the shower back to its place and kissed him on the forehead. A satisfied smile was threatening to form on his lips, but a frustrated growl escaped out of him instead when he heard the phone ringing.

He could feel her trying to unbend her knees to stand, but he tightened his hold around her even more. She embraced his head gently and whispered into his hair.

"I need to get that Sesshomaru," she kissed his head once more. "That could be Sango."

He grudgingly let her go, knowing that calls from the hospital could be fatal. She got out of the tub and wrapped herself in a towel before leaving the room to answer the constantly ringing phone.

He leaned back and let out a small sigh.

He had been with her for over two years now...

And all because of his deceased mother...

His world was falling apart. He wondered where he took the wrong turn. When he closed himself up from others at the age of five? When he refused to answer his father's question about his mother's death? Or was it from the moment he was born?

He got out of the tub and dried himself. No use staying in the tub without her.

When he opened the door, with nothing on, but the skin he was born in, he heard her exhausted voice talk through the phone.

"No, doctor. I don't need you to come."

Doctor? Sango was a nurse... He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, startling her for a moment and raised his left eyebrow. She merely shook her head. That would have not bothered him much just a few weeks ago... But it bothered him like hell now. Was it one of those annoying humans that were always stalking her? He heard a drawling masculine voice from the other end of the line.

"Are you sure, Rin? Perhaps you are lonely? You know I'm always free."

That pissed him way off. He let out an audible growl he was sure the man on the other line could hear.

"What's that? Is there someone there with you?" He could hear the anger in his demanding voice.

"Maybe there is and maybe there isn't. I'm really tired doctor, I need to get my rest. Good night." She hung up the phone andplugged off the phone cord.

She turned around to face him, a little taken back to see him still growling quietly.

"He's just a new doctor," she said as she kissed his cheek, "Came last week and the man just won't leave me alone."

"Would you like me to deal with him?" He gazed down at her with an intense look on his face.

She remained silent with an expression on her face, which he couldn't tell what it was. Worry? Concern? But before he could ponder any more about it, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear.

"I thought you wanted to make this night a memorable one," her breath tickled his ear. "We don't want to waste time talking about someone else do we?"

He responded by pushing her onto the bed.

That night, passionate moans could be heard from behind the closed doors of the condo, number seven-hundred-seven, and it echoed endlessly through the hallways of the silent building.

She would hold onto him tightly as he pushed himself inside of her, enjoying the heated cries of his name.

Long fingers caressed the supple skin of the young woman while soft lips played upon his forehead.

The last night for the two lovers took place in the same place where their first night had more than two years ago as the dark sky turned into a light shade of purple anouncing the arrival of dawn.


Ta-da-! New story. Rated M. Don't think I'm ready for this...but I gave it a shot.

This story was first typed in the middle of the night (3am to be exact), bear with me if it's a little unnatural or something... I just want to see what people think of this fic. I have the important details all planned out, but the updates will be kinda slow...I mean slower than my other fics. A Furry Nuisance is on progress for those who read it! Please review for me if you read this fic, because I can suddenly feel like being lazy and not even continue this story at all if I get little reviews heh. Comments, flames, criticism, praises all welcome!

A freakin' tired Chranze trudging off...