Chapter Five
>>>Inutashio>>>
I had to admit that I was a trifle nervous. I knew he would come like I had told him to but still I was a little apprehensive. Besides...He had to come get his car. He wouldn't just abandon it so he wouldn't have to come back again...Or would he?
I paced the living room once more and I kept finding myself remembering the day I visited his condominium.
It was the first time I've been there. It was the same day I received the news that Kagome was the priestess's granddaughter. I had pestered Jaken the previous night and I found him anxiously waiting for me when I drove into the parking lot. He hurried over to me and handed me the spare key of his apartment. He was still worried that Sesshomaru might find out about it, but I finally assured him that he wouldn't and if he did, I would take all the blame.
He lived in a fine flat. Commodious andlavish. I asked Jaken to be in front of the door just in case to greet him early and let him be aware of my presence as I entered the house.
It was simple. A little too tidy. The furniture was nicely arranged throughout the all the six rooms. I explored his kitchen, noticing that there was no sign that he actually had his meals there. I started wandering off to the living room. Armchair, sofa, bookshelf, coffee table...Nothing much. The walls were white, everything was neatly in place... It was very similar to his room when he was young. That was when I noticed the picture.
It was on the fourth bookshelf at my eye level. I hadn't expected to find something like this and curiosity won me over as I started examining the picture inside, the frame in my hand.
It was a woman. Appealing at that. She was in a light sundress under the bright sunshine, laughing heartedly in a park. She looked around her early twenties with healthy skin and the fine mane of raven hair. The photograph was a little crinkled at the edges but seemed to have been pressed smooth.
She reminded me of someone. I got the feeling that I saw her a few times before. Maybe I was just mistaking it because she reminded me of both Izayoi and...
I had no time to ponder more about it because of the frantic squawks from Jaken outside. I quickly placed the frame back onto the shelf as the door was roughly opened.
He must have been just back from his office. He was still in his suit and a briefcase was in hand. His piercing gold eyes glared at me then wandered over to the picture on the shelf. I noticed that I have misplaced it by leaving it on more to the left than its previous place.
I've never seen him so menacing in my life.
I asked him if the woman was someone important. He ignored my question and demanded why I was there.
Then we had a shouting match. Well, shouting match wouldn't quite fit the description because I was the only one who was yelling. He just refused to answer me and his stubborn attitude was driving me off the edge. I ended up ordering him to prepare for the ceremony and stop seeing anyone if he was and rushing out the door in an infuriated state.
I still regret doing that. I had always tried to get him to approve of humans. And the picture told me that he finally did. Yet, there I was, demanding him to stop contacting her and fulfilling the contract for his deceased mother's sake.
I was pacing the living room again when I caught his scent. I heard the door open and close with a soft click. I sank into the armchair nearby that faced the hallway. I knew he was aware of my presence, but he chose to ignore me and headed for the stairs.
"Sesshomaru, I need a word with you."
I could hear him stop on the steps. I sighed inwardly and called him again.
"Would you come to the living room?"
"I can hear you just fine, Father."
I was getting impatient and a little unnerved with the tone of voice he was using.
"You will come in here. Now."
I was still a little doubtful that he'd oblige.
To my slight surprise, he did.
He placidly walked in with the nonchalant gait of his and stood a good distance in front of me. I must say, he did not look his best. I could sense his irritation behind his impassive mask and the corners of his eyes were a very pale hue of red.
"Have you prepared the ring?"
I knew he was not keen on talking about anything related to the marriage but I saw no point of beating around the bush.
"No, Father."
"...And your best man? I thought I told you to find someone a week ago."
"You did, Father."
"And?"
The silence told me that he had neglected his task. I let out a sigh before I gave him a sharp glare.
"Son, you need a best man for the wedding. And the ring is essential for this ceremony."
"I do not find a best man compulsory, Father."
"But I do," I clearly stated, "And you need to find someone before the end of this week."
He said nothing and I felt the anger I have suppressed this past week ready to burst out of me.
"Sesshomaru, you need to participate in the preparations," I firmly continued, "This is your wedding."
"I certainly haven't noticed, Father."
"Sesshomaru, this is for your mother," I spoke through clenched teeth, "Arranged marriages were not common back in my days. Be thankful you are getting wed to a suitable woman you are acquainted with."
"Suitable, Father?" His voice was challenging. "How do you define suitable in your words?"
"...Sesshomaru, we are getting off the subject."
"Have you read the papers, Father? Did you see all the mendacities of the rubbish so called articles?"
"I tried-"
"That's what you said when Mother passed away, Father."
His words seemed to pierce through my ears.
"Have you ever wondered how Mother caught the illness? Perhaps the miko had deliberately weakened her respiratory system during-"
"You have no right to impugn her honor for you did not even know her!" I shouted as I got onto my feet. "She was the best miko alive at that time who actually succeeded in bringing her back to life!"
"She was a human, Father," he coldly stated. "It is not common for one to expect duplicity from them."
"How do you find the nerve to criticize humans when the one you love is also-"
I stopped abruptly when I caught Izayoi's scent near. I didn't want her to know anything unnecessary before I had everything all cleared out. I took in a quick breath and lowered my voice. I noticed his face was still immobile but a menacing glint had sparked to life in his slowly crimsoning eyes.
"You will do as I say, Sesshomaru... This discussion is over."
He swiftly turned his back on me and immediately left the house, closing the front door behind him with a loud slam.
I sighed as I sank back into my chair again asIzayoientered the living room.
"Inutashio? Dear, what's wrong?"
She laid a cool hand on my forehead as she looked at me in concern. I merely smiled.
"I'm fine. We were just discussing which ring we should get and I guess it got overheated."
I could tell she knew I was lying, but she said nothing.
I figured that all that was left for me to do was to pray to the heaven's above for the fateful day to end with a wedded couple and not a tear shed.
I was wishing for the impossible.
>>>>>>
He felt like slamming his car door shut with all the strength he could muster, but he knew it would only leave him to call his insurance company. He stared empty mindedly through the windshield, trying to cool his mind.
It didn't help.
He took out his cell and punched a few numbers, waiting for the dial tone to end. He heard someone pick up.
"Sesshomaru Koizu, you have a lot of explaining to do."
It was not exactly an answer he was expecting, but he knew he would never get a proper greeting from Kouga whenever he called.
"I believe you've read the papers."
"Who's this Higurashi girl?" He immediately demanded.
"I need a best man."
"...Who's this Higurashi girl?"
"Kouga..."
"You really think I'll be your best man when you're getting married off to this woman I never even heard of?"
"Is the name not familiar to you?"
"No."
"Higurashi is the only miko family left in Japan."
"That still doesn't explain why I wasn't aware of her"
"Kouga..."
He waited.
"...Fine."
Then he heard nothing but the dial tone.
Task one done.
He turned off his phone.
Now for task two.
He slowly drove out of the parking lot.
"So, Tawamura-san, how do you feel about your new novel?"
Shitty.
That was the first word that popped in his mind but he merely smiled.
"Great."
The lights were far too bright. He couldn't help but to squint.
"Your works are widely loved! Only introduced to us for two months and already they're being translated into three different languages!"
He noticed that the woman, who was supposedly interviewing him, had too much makeup on the left side of her face.
"Yeah, I was surprised myself."
When was this interview going to end? He was going to kill Miroku for this.
"All your plots are complex and neatly planned out, many of your readers are calling you a genius!"
Who was this Higurashi woman? Why hadn't he been informed of her?
"Well, that's certainly different from what my college professor called me after reading my works."
He thought of Ayame. She always acted as she was strong, but he knew she was actually very sentimental... Plus, she was always overprotective of Rin.
Man, was she going to have a fit.
"Oh, really? What did he call you?"
He thought Sesshomaru would have told him something personal like this.
He was his best friend. He was the only person who was able to talk to him during his moody childhood. He was surely a special presence to him...Right?
"A sick minded asshole with a sadistic twist in writing."
The small group of audience snickered behind the set and he half-heartedly chuckled along as the interviewer filled the whole room with her shrill laughs.
"My, that certainly is different!"
This woman was very irritating.
"Yes..."
He wanted to get out of the cramped place. Away from the people, away from the bright lights, away from the cameras.
"Have you thought what your next novel will be about?"
'Why the hell do you want to know, woman?' he thought.
"No, but I just hope whatever it is going to be about, it's going to reach my goal of a million copies."
He wanted to leave.
"Oh, why don't you write an autobiography?"
He froze. The smile was now plastered on his face. The woman had a coy smile.
"...I would love to..." He practically spat the words out through gritted teeth. "But no one will purchase it will they?"
The crowd broke into faint chuckles and snickers, but the woman laughed hysterically again.
"My, Tawamura-san! Your childhood wasn't surely that abhorrent, was it?"
He saw a mocking glint in her eyes. He unconsciously gripped his hands tighter.
He needed a drink.
"Maybe..."
Now.
He abruptly stood up, startling the woman.
"Excuse me, but I need to use the lavatory."
"Oh, but Tawamura-san, this is a live show."
"...Whoops, I didn't know that."
A lie. How could have he not known when all Miroku told him about the interview was that it was a live show over the last two days?
"Well, we'll just have to get back to Tawamura-san after the commercials."
The woman expertly covered his mistake by smiling towards the camera and the red light on the device switched off.
"I'm sorry, I'll be right back. Please excuse my small bladder."
The crowd laughed again.
Again, another lie.
He hurried out of the room and into the pristine white hallway and headed for the door behind the green exit sign.
He needed a drink, so he was going to get one at his favorite bar.
Miroku Takami felt like the world was spinning as he opened his eyes. Maybe it was the beer the previous night?
He stared at the ceiling, vaguely acknowledging that he was on his coach in his messy living room and not in his comfortable bed. He tried remembering what he did yesterday. First he was editing Kouga's first few chapters...Then the doorbell rang...Then he saw her in front of his door...
He gave up, knowing that if he continued, he'd end up brooding again.
A knock on his front door of his flat made him groan. Maybe if he pretended he wasn't at home, whoever outside would go away?
Another fast rap told him that the unwelcome guest was not planning on leaving soon.
"Fine, I'm coming..." He mumbled.
He trudged to the door, stepping on the strewn newspapers, and finally got to his destination.
Maybe that was his father?
The thought made him immediately straighten up and tidy his disheveled hair with his hands. He opened the door.
"Hey, I need a drink."
No one could expect a proper greeting from Kouga.
"The bar does not open until seven minutes past two, Mr. Tawamura," Miroku joked with a small smile, "Why are you not at your interview?"
"'Cause the woman was getting on my nerves and it is seventeen minutes past three, which gives me a perfect reason for getting my drink."
Miroku gave a small sigh and stood aside as Kouga strode into his rumpled flat.
"You know, my place isn't a bar," Miroku said as he followed Kouga into his kitchen.
"Yeah, I know. You have to pay at bars. Besides," his friend said as he gave him a wolfish smile, getting a seat near the dining table, "No bar can beat your grandfather's sake."
"I think I may be spoiling you," Miroku said as he headed for his refrigerator, "Free bottles of alcohol every week? I should start getting paid for this."
"Oh wow, and what may this be?"
Miroku straightened up behind the refrigerator door holding a carton of juice to find Kouga looking at him wryly holding up a bra.
"That's not mine."
Kouga's eyebrows shot upward. "Never said anything. Whoa, C cup! I thought Sango wore B?"
"How do you know what she wears?"
"You told me, remember?" He grinned.
Miroku sighed. "Is there any way I can keep you quiet?"
"Put down that Mr.Shimura's Best Orange Juice and get me sake."
He grudgingly obliged to his order and brought two bottles of sake to the table. Kouga instantly grabbed one and finished almost half the bottle in the first swig.
"Just to tell you, I didn't do anything with her."
"Who? The C cup lady?" Kouga smirked as he lowered his bottle.
"It was Sachiko."
"I thought you two were over."
"She was drunk yesterday and started stripping in front of me."
"And you didn't do anything? I'm proud of you, monk."
"I decided to be devoted to Sango and please don't call me a monk."
"Hey, in Kouga's world, if your ancestors were all a monk, you're a monk."
Kouga took another swig from his bottle and slammed it down onto the table. Droplets of alcohol were sprayed onto the wooden surface but Kouga didn't make any move to clean them. It was then Miroku realized that Kouga was troubled.
He silently waited for him to spill everything out like he always did when he was drunk only to receive an unexpected question.
"Did you read the papers?"
Miroku lowered his bottle and looked at him. "You mean about Sesshomaru."
"So did you?"
"Yes...But I don't think this drink we are having is for congratulating his marriage."
Kouga was about to yell that obviously it wasn't, but he soon remembered that Miroku was unaware of Rin. He merely took another drink out of his nearly empty bottle.
"Sesshomaru's one lucky dog," Miroku chuckled, "Kagome is a nice girl."
Kouga almost spat out his booze, but managed not to at the last second. So was he the only one after all who did not know her?
"...You know this Higurashi woman?"
"Yes, she's a friend of mine."
So he wasn't the only one who was left out.
"What do you know about her?"
"She's got a charming backside...And she's the granddaughter of a great priestess," he hastily added when he received a glare, "She's a fine friend. I heard that she went to England to carry her designing studies further and came back a few weeks ago."
Kouga said nothing.
"You've got to meet her. She's-"
A loud slam on the wooden table cut off Miroku and it startled him to see Kouga glaring at him and sake sloshed all over the table.
"You know Sesshomaru's important to me, right?" He snarled.
Miroku blinked.
"I thought you were straight when I saw you with Ayame."
"Monk, I'm not in the mood for jokes."
"Yes, I know he's important to you," Miroku said with a small scowl. "He was your friend since your early childhood wasn't he?"
"...You know the incident with the bastard during my freshman year, don't you?"
"Who?"
"My...Father." He managed to growl out the last word with a menacing glint in his eyes.
"...Yes, I do."
"Sesshomaru's the one who saved me from him."
Miroku looked up from the table.
"I thought you said the police-"
"I lied," he shortly interrupted. "He was drunk that night and snuck into my room to finish me off. I barely managed to keep myself alive before Sesshomaru practically broke his limbs."
"And you're telling me this because?"
"Because I'm trying to prove that I'm not some obsessed homosexual for disagreeing with this marriage."
Kouga couldn't take it anymore. He was never good at keeping secrets. He needed someone to talk to. Ayame was good company, but she had a totally different point of view from him. They even had arguments of whether they should tell anyone about them or not. It was quite pointless really, because Ayame would usually be victorious. In other words, they always came to a conclusion of not telling anybody for the time being.
But those heated discussions took place back in the tranquil times of reality.
Now, it was different.
Kouga let out a low sigh, praying to the gods above him for Ayame not to decapitate him for his decision, and narrowed his eyes.
"I'm going to tell you something Miroku Takami...And I want you to tell me what we should do for our dear old friend Fluffy."
Sesshomaru felt numb as he drove. He didn't have a destination. He did just a minute ago, but he had deliberately missed the highway exit and that left him no choice but to speed through the rest of the highway.
He supposed that he should get to work.
He absent-mindedly drove, letting his hands rest on the steering wheel. Maybe he should get some rest. He'll just find something to do wherever he ended up. He was not in the mood for sitting in front of his desk.
For a few minutes he drove pointlessly from place to place until he finally couldn't take it anymore.
The speedometer was suddenly boosted up.
He could hear the yells of the people he raced past.
The screeches of the wheels as he skidded to a stop before taking off again.
The rapid heartbeats as a beast raged inside of him.
He took a sharp turn. Left, right, forward, left, right. A familiar edifice came into view.
He abruptly screeched his car to a stop only to see that he had arrived at the Takashimaya mall.
It was certainly not the best place he could go for now, but he had a dreadful trinket to buy.
He carelessly parked his car from across the building and stepped out.
The skyscraper was gleaming proudly under the sunlight.
He needed to think of when he took the wrong step.
He needed to think back.
Starting from the day from their first encounter: April 25th, 2003.
Miroku didn't interrupt, not even once as Kouga spilled everything out to him. He listened to the death of Sesshomaru's mother and how it was connected to everything that was taking place now. He sipped his drink while listening about this woman named Rin. He pondered how everything became such a mess.
"-And then he says he needs a best man...The nerve of him!" Kouga ranted on as he sloshed more of his drink on the table, his face red from alcohol and anger, "He didn't even mention one word of this to me and the first thing he says is 'Kouga I need a best man.' Ha! Best man my ass!"
Miroku wearily watched Kouga start on his third bottle of sake. Ayame was going to decapitate him for letting him drink that much.
He quietly watched Kouga take another gulp from his bottle and slump over the table. He pursed his lips.
"Kouga...I don't see what's the fuss."
He received a glare from the pink-eyed wolf demon.
"Think about it Kouga," Miroku hastily continued, "He doesn't technically need to be faithful to Kagome doesn't he? Although, then I would be depreciating my childhood friend's honor, but-"
Kouga held up a hand, indicating Miroku to stop. He held up his index finger.
"Two words, monk. The Press."
"...What about the press?"
Kouga leaned back onto his chair, letting his hair loose from his ponytail and fall behind him in a black waterfall. He looked at the ceiling.
Miroku sighed, knowing that Kouga's babbling habit was kicking in now that he was drunk. He too leaned back.
"Let's put it this way...Sesshomaru holds the spotlight in the business field. Being the one to ever start a successful business alone at an early age of nineteen and such, Sesshomaru Koizu is a prominent man. Unfortunately, our dear friend Mr. Koizu is tactless and he has never failed to mention how he detested humans to their very bones and they could all become extinct like the ancient reptiles for all he'd care in every single interview he was in. However, he is getting married to a human, a miko in fact, someone who purifies, in other words, extinguishes demons, and that is an action that definitely contradicts his own words. The press is ecstatic that he is getting married because now they have something else to talk about rather than the recent new discovery of the queer species of chicken. However, the media, like everyone else in this cruel, cold world, likes misery than joy when it comes to other people other than themselves. So in other words-"
"-If Sesshomaru gets caught in the process of unethical doings, the press would be hot on his heels. Yes, I get it, so stop rambling."
"And another reason..."
He waited. Kouga tried to take a sip out of his bottle, only to find out that it was empty for the third time, and reached for Miroku's drink instead.
"Ever heard something called a conscience before?"
Miroku slowly nodded, indicating that he understood what he was trying to say, but Kouga leisurely continued with slurred words. "This contract is as same as his mother's life, Miroku... He wouldn't taint it...Too bad he ain't going to huh?"
Kouga looked at his friend across the table with bloodshot eyes then suddenly slammed his forehead onto it. Miroku sighed.
"Well..." He hesitated before speaking again. "Couldn't Sesshomaru start a new life with Kagome? Like I said, she's really nice company."
He received another glare from his friend as he snarled in reply.
"Rin was the best thing that ever happened to him, monk," he growled. "Not this... Kagome woman."
"Gee, someone's very pissed off about this."
"He's more than a brother to me, Miroku," Kouga mumbled, "I want him to be happy."
"...That would have sounded very sweet if your eyelids weren't drooping and empty bottles of sake hiding your head from view."
Miroku's words were slurred as Kouga's eyelids drooped more. Everything was becoming blurred. Miroku called his name from a far distance away. He gave a guttural "urgh" as an answer.
He thought of Ayame. Was she also secretly engaged to another man, but she just didn't know about it? Would her fiancé suddenly barge into his home and take her away from him?
Oh wait...
Wasn't he supposed to be at his interview?
He was so sure that the interviewer's mass of curly hair perched on the top of her head was a wig. Why else would she had so nervously touched her hair during the whole show?
He should have pulled it off of her head and threw it to the crowd as a souvenir.
A smirk played on his lips. That would have been funny.
...Was Miroku's head been inflated to twice its original size or was it just him?
Maybe it was just him...Maybe...
His grip on the sake bottle slowly loosened as he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
"Higurashi. Kagome Higurashi."
Ayame froze behind Rin, waiting with baited breath. She could see Kagome's weak smile faltering already when Rin did not immediately accommodate her gesture of acquaintance.
Ayame didn't know whether to sigh with relief or not when Rin took her hand a few moments later.
"Pleasure to meet you," she heard her say in her merry voice, "Rin Akita."
Kagome's wobbling smile became a bit more stable as she gazed up to the woman. She was a petit woman in size she noticed, who had quite a pleasant appearance. She seemed to be the gregarious type, the kind of person who would welcome anybody with open arms. Kagome decided that she liked her.
"Hey, Ayame?" Kagome finally managed to notice her nervous looking friend. "It's been such a long time, give me a hug."
She came over with an equally unstable smile and obliged to her request.
"Were you a good girl in England?" She asked with a chuckle as she pulled back. She sat to Kagome's left.
"Yes...My cousin was quite welcoming," Kagome answered as she fiddled with Sango's handkerchief.
"So... Mind if I ask why you've been crying ever since you saw my face?"
She suddenly stiffened. A new river of tears was beginning to form.
"Um...I'm..."
She stammered, trying to decide whether to tell them or not. She glanced up at them with nervous eyes and let out a small sigh.
"I'm getting married."
She almost blanched after choking out the dreaded words, bringing a new series of tears to run down her cheeks. Ayame glanced nervously at Sango.
"But something's telling me that these are not exactly tears of joy, Kagome," Sango whispered as she stroked her friend's arm, "What's wrong?"
Kagome merely hung her head, clutching the damp handkerchief in her hand. She only looked up only when a hand offered another clean one. She saw Rin offering hers with a small smile. She gratefully took it and pressed her watering eyes.
"The groom...He's..."
She took in a rattling breath.
"I...Don't know him...That well...I..."
"Kagome, calm down," Sango said, "What do you mean you don't know him?"
She shot a desperate look at Ayame.
"Who is it, Kagome?" It came out in a small whisper from Ayame's lips. She prayed to all the gods she knew above to not say the name she was expecting.
"...Sesshomaru...Koizu."
Ayame's pair of green eyes darted towards Rin. She could see no difference in her face.
"I...I don't know what to do, Sango," Kagome muttered, "I don't know anything about him and I'm getting married to him. It's just not right I-"
"Wait, Kagome," Sango grabbed Kagome's hands in efforts to stop them from shaking, "What about Inuyasha?"
Rin's eyes darted towards Sango.
"He's Inuyasha's brother, Sango," Kagome whispered, her bottom lip trembling slightly, "Sesshomaru's Inuyasha's brother."
Sango gasped, still trying to hide her confusion while Ayame tried her best to catch Rin's gaze. She looked impassive other than the concerned look on her perfect facade.
"I don't know what to do anymore...I don't know anything about him, Sango, it's all because of this pointless contract, I... I..."
She started trembling uncontrollably once more as she gripped the edge of the bench. Sango nor Ayame didn't know what to say.
"He likes spearmint."
All three women on the bench looked up at Rin. She was smiling softly.
"His favorite beverage is black coffee, but please don't let him get anywhere near that, it's nothing but caffeine," she continued, "He's not a smoker, but he tends to be one sometimes when he's stressed, so keep him away from those dreadful sticks will you?"
"...How do you know Sesshomaru?" Kagome asked with quizzical eyes.
She smiled.
"You could say he's an old friend of mine."
Ayame said nothing as she clutched onto her skirt, trying to keep her shaking hands from twitching. She lowered her head to try to hide her watering eyes as she heard someone approaching with a jog. She recognized the scent as Kohaku.
"Good morning, ladies. Rin, Dr.Naraku is driving me nuts, you have to go see him," he said with a playful smile. It faltered when he saw Kagome's red eyes. "Um...Is this exactly not the time to interrupt?"
"No, it's fine," Kagome quickly said as she plastered on a smile, "Sango, is this your brother?"
"Oh, yeah. He's an intern here. Kohaku, this is Kagome," Sango said as they exchanged handshakes, "She's my friend who just came back from England."
"Nice to meet you, but I've got to get going soon. Hakudoshi will be after my blood when he finds out I've been chatting with women while he was with Doctor," he chuckled, "Oh and Rin, Yumi also said Kyou and your father is calling for you like crazy."
"Thank you, Kohaku. I better get on my way," Rin said as she straightened up, "It was a pleasure meeting you."
"Oh, wait!" Kagome held up the handkerchief.
"No, you can keep it," she replied, "You seem to need it more than I do."
She flashed another smile for the last time and left without another word.
"Ayame," Sango called, never taking off her eyes from Rin's retreating form, "I have a feeling I'm missing something here..."
Ayame raised her head with a small sniff. Her eyes were dry but slightly red.
"Um...I'll leave you ladies alone," Kohaku hastily said and he hurried over to the elevator.
Silence took place over the three women and for a while, none of them heard anything other than the bustling of the employees and patients and the vague feminine voice that was reporting a lost child through the speakers.
"Ayame," Sango repeated with a firmer voice, "You know something, don't you?"
She said nothing as her two friends looked at her.
"When was Sesshomaru an old friend of Rin? I didn't even know they were even acquainted with one another."
She sighed inwardly, knowing that she had bound to mention the whole thing to someone someday.
'I'm sorry, Rin.'
She looked at the two women with a pair of exhausted green eyes.
"I'm going to tell you guys something Rin made me swear not to tell anyone. She had her reasons why she hid this from everyone for over two years, so don't badger her about it."
'I'm so sorry.'
The huge digital clock on the west wall announced 11:10.
Next chapter will be mostly flashback on how Sesshomaru and Rin met(Along with Kouga and Ayame and a little bit of Miroku and Sango. ...I think I have this weird obsessions with nurses.)
R&R please...
