Author note: The chapter is not edited by a beta. Please excuse the grammar and spelling mistakes, despite those I hope for the message to come across. Before hating me, please be patient, and wait for chapter 9 - things will be better explained there.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha

Chapter 8

Revenge

"You came" Rin left Sesshomaru side heading straight into the arms of another man. The tall black haired man caught the young woman, spinning her into his arms, and later his lips descending on her forehead, kissing it.

Sesshomaru felt jealousy eating him. She was so carefree around the man, hugging him so naturally, like they were born to be in each other arms. Rin linked her arm with the man, smiling brilliantly while she was heading in his direction.

"Sesshomaru, this is the man I talked to you about, Bankotsu. We're childhood friends, We grew up together in Arita. He's my best boy friend."

He heard a lot about the man; he was the man who always was on her side when she needed it. Until this day, a week before the weeding Sesshomaru never had the chance of meeting him.

Bankotsu left in USA to study photography a week before him (Sesshomaru) meeting Rin. The only times when he returned to Japan coincided with the times when Sesshomaru was away in his business trips.

Sesshomaru imagined the man being short, freckles all over his face but what he saw was a tall man, probably the dream of every woman. Honestly, probably he thought that way because of jealousy; he didn't want to imagine the love of his life being in friendly terms with handsome men.

By Sesshomaru's standards they had to be ugly.

"Sesshomaru Takahashi" he said taking Rin back on his side. By that simple move he wanted to warn the other man. The former smiled gently and stretched his hand for a shake.

"Bankotsu Narumi, I am happy to finally meeting you! This little rascal here talked about you for years. I was curious to know the man who took my precious girl away." Sesshomaru could detect in his words the love the man had for Rin. If it was the love of a friend or of a man he couldn't exactly know.

Sesshomaru took the stretched hand into his, shaking it tightly; silently saying him that Rin is his; untouchable.

"Bankotsu will be our photographer; I refuse to have other than him." she noticed the strange aura around the two men; she decided to lighten the mood. "He's a famous photographer, and any person he photographed became famous as well."

"My future wife wants to be famous; I wouldn't have ever guessed."

"Of course; what woman wouldn't want to be famous? Also, I proved to be a good business woman; I convinced a high quality photographer to take wonderful pictures of me for free."

"The emotional impact was high my precious girl; and do you think I would have let another man taking pictures of you? Why don't you take my car keys and bring here the box from the back seat of my car. And please do not peak. Meanwhile I will delight myself in the presence of your man. I am sure he won't mind."

She was watching him suspiciously, trying to figure out what was in his mind.

"Fine, I will go; do not do what I think you will do. Be nice; he's my man."

"Don't worry. I won't be mean much."

Finally being left alone with the fiancé, the black haired man changed his mood from playful to serious.

"Sesshomaru Takahashi let me warn you; Rin is my precious girl, I love her more than my life."

"You're in love with her but I –"

"I see her as my precious girl. And if she will shed one single tear because of you I will take her away from you."

Sesshomaru could tell he was serious; the love the man had for Rin was bigger than he ever imagined.

"I love her; on my side Rin will be the happiest woman. You will have no chance to follow your threats. I won't let her belong to any man than me."

"We shall see."

It was a distant memory of the past; a memory about a man Sesshomaru wanted away from Tokyo, out of Japan even. He returned, the man making Sesshomaru remember the warning. In the past couple of weeks the man made his present felt more than usual, his wife spending more and more time with the man.

Sesshomaru could feel his frustration, his jealousy eating him alive; his wife, despite his assuring words about Meiya, was still rejecting him, not seeing him as a man. However, around the other man Sesshomaru saw the same Rin from the past; the woman who felt comfortable around the man.

The doctor warned him that her memories might gradually return and her behavior is pretty normal. He was glad she started remembering but he couldn't avoid the pain in his chest; the first man she remembered wasn't him, the husband, but her childhood friend.

Maybe he would have let all these pass if the two, the childhood friends, wouldn't have started acting strange. It happened with few messages his wife got from the man, messages she tried to hide them away from him that his mind thought at the worst.

He hesitated at first, not wanting to believe in what his mind was screaming it was happening. His Rin will never do such; she will not give herself to another man. Actually, he was sure that Bankotsu tricked her, probably by whispering sweet lies to her.

Sesshomaru was sure Bankotsu tried to take advantage by her mental state, slowly bringing her into his arms.

But all those thoughts weren't enough for Sesshomaru to stay still. Soon enough he found himself like a jealous husband spying on his wife. If he wouldn't have done such now he wouldn't be in a coffee shop, across a love hotel.

His wife and the other man entered the building two hours ago and did not come out yet.

Few hours ago, he watched his wife laughing with another man, her arm linked with another man's arm, she whispering something into his ears, her laughing after it and kissing her forehead.

Did she watch him like this too?

When he dined with his mistress, was his wife nearby, watching him kissing another woman lips?

For the first time Sesshomaru understood the pain he made her go through.

When he first found out that she knew about his affair, he wondered why hadn't she say anything. Now, few months after she beat death, he understood why she stayed quiet. After all, now he does the same thing.

First, he saw with his very eyes the love messages the sinful couple exchanged; he saw them entering in love hotels, but when she returned home, Sesshomaru smiled gently to her, keeping silent, the same how she did.

He was afraid to accuse her of adultery; he was afraid to ask her Do you still love me? He was afraid of her answer.

"You stopped loving me?"

"I don't love you anymore."

She had asked him this question. At that time to him it was trivial, insignificant; now he could see it importance. If she will answer him the same like he did months ago, he will knew a part of him will die along with her answer.

He was a cruel, selfish man; he answered her question with no hesitation, not carrying what he will leave behind; a broken hearted-woman.

"Welcome home!" Sesshomaru didn't stay till the end, till they came out of the hotel. He couldn't bring himself to see happiness radiate from her after what she…Sesshomaru banned the word from his mind.

"I am home!" she smiled gently, stripping the coat of her form. "Why so early?"

"I finished faster than usual, and decided to have some rest home by my wife side. I was sad when I didn't find you. I am feeling better now seeing you."

"I was to my workshop, and lost track of time. Sorry! It won't happen again."

"It's okay; to me it happens a lot."

Even if she now knows the touch of another man, Sesshomaru decided to do anything to save his marriage. He knew he had to make her remember him, remember the touch in the past she craved so much.

"Come and take a sit Rin; I have something to tell you." she obeyed him, her eyes watching him intensely.

She knew what she had done lately; she knew that he knew. She wondered if finally he will dare question her about it. She was full prepared for a fight; she even wanted him to bring the subject into matter.

"Let's go in a little trip this weekend." His words surprising her. "We can leave Friday afternoon and return late in Sunday."

"A trip? Now?"

"I know that between us things are unclear but I think both of us need it. I know that you still don't remember me, you're uncomfortable around me but a trip in a place we used to go might help you."

"Where will we go?"

"At my country house. You adored going there; I am sure even like you're now you will like it."

"Do we have good memories there?"

"Very." He leaned in, his lips touching gently her forehead.

"Takahashi-san, you're so un-cool." Both of them were sitting on the carpeted floor of his country house, around the fire frying marshmallows.

"May I know why? To hear this from my gorgeous girlfriend deeply hurts me."

"It's the Eve of the New Year and you're here with me. Definitely the wrong place."

"And where should I now be?"

"Now you should be in a fancy club at a fancy kinky New Year's party, with a woman clothed summary performing a lap dance. Being with me, a woman dressed in a jersey and frying marshmallows makes you so un-cool Takahashi-san. What happened to you?"

She tried to be playful, unaware of starting dangerous games.

"Well, maybe we can do something about that lap dance. You performing that in this jersey of yours will have a better effect than any naked woman. Will you do it?" the rouge forming on her cheeks he found it adorable, enticing, arousing.

"Takahashi-san, you're a pervert. A lap dance I will never do it. Beside I don't know how to do it."

"But if you will know you will do it? Here are only us; why don't you do some practice? I will never tell anyone."

She was shocked; he never talked with her like this - erotic. Strangely, she found it exciting.

"Takahashi-san, you're hurting me; I never thought you think so low of me." He never took her words seriously; he couldn't when her eyes were shining with curiosity, when her voice was a little low, her pink tongue moistening her dry lips. "Never thought I am dating a pervert."

He wanted to lean in, showing her what he can do to her, how pervert he can be. "Then you don't know me. So, what about that dance? All you need to do is to sat in my lap, and move your body slowly. You will turn me on with just a little bit."

Their close proximity allowed him to grab her quickly by her hips, his sudden move bringing her in a sinful position; she was above him, her legs on each side of his body, straddling him. She looked into his eyes and saw the fire burning in them.

"I am not properly dressed." She was never in such position before; she could feel this was the day she will get lost into him. The butterflies forming in her stomach she couldn't stop them. She wanted him the same he wanted her, probably more.

She felt ashamed to show her nude body to him; somewhere, in the back of her mind she was scared he won't be pleased by her petite body.

"Rin" he purred her name, his breath hot on her lips "I desire you. Forgive me for not being able to wait anymore." Sesshomaru gave her no chance to protest, his mouth locked with hers into a searing kiss. The kiss was like no other; hungry, demanding, filled with want.

Passionately, she responded to him; responded to his kiss, mewled when his hands found their way under her jersey, and further under her shirt, touching the bare flesh underneath. His touches brought her skin into fire impossible to be ever extinguished.

Soon enough, she found herself being pressed on the hard floor, her body pinned under his stronger one, a willing prey to his touch. His golden orbs stopped, watching her petite body. Her lips were slightly bruised and swollen from his kisses, her cheeks flushed, her eyes were hazy the desire for him clearly being there.

He found her breathtaking.

Her hands touched his face, slowly bringing her mouth closer to his; she surrendered her body to the desire born into her, her body now having a will of its own.

Piece by piece their clothes left their bodies, Sesshomaru taking his time to admire the naked beauty beneath him. His lips descended again upon her own, his tongue asking the permission to explore each crevices of her wet cavern.

She gladly gave it to him, their tongues hungry pressing on each other, exploring each other.

Inch by slowly inch Sesshomaru invaded her body, a scream tearing from her lips when he pushed beyond her virginal barrier. He stilled his movements, waiting for her to adjust to the invasion, his lips wiping away her tears.

"I love you!" he whispered to her, his lips descending upon her own.

Sesshomaru parked his car on the lawn of his country house. "Rin, we've arrived." His arm shaking lightly the sleeping female.

"We're here already?" she sounded exasperated, annoyed for being disturbed from her sleep. Somehow, he felt guilty; he always did.

"I will take the luggage; you go inside first and continue your nap."

"Sorry, I am tired."

"I know. You always sleep in the car, and another two hours after we arrive."

The sleepy female made her way inside the house, and slowly towards the bedroom. She could not stop noticing the scent inside the house; it was nostalgic. She curled onto the bed, her mind couldn't stop the memories flooding into her.

This was the place where he took her purity, tainting her with his sinful touch.

She looked so innocent while sleeping; her long hair alike a curtain covering half of her face. His long fingers touched her pink lips, caressing them, feeling her soft breath upon them.

"Rin" he said while slowly he bent his form over hers, his mouth now closer, a breath away from her lips. Her eyes fluttered open, his beautiful face filling her visage. A smile formed on her lips, her hands cupping his face and closing the distance between their mouths.

His form was now completely covering her, his hands wandering over all her body, their tongues dancing together. His mouth, only for a fleeting moment left her lips, making their way down on her neck, kissing the bare skin.

Soft moans left her lips, her petite body writhing in pleasure beneath his bigger one.

"Bankotsu."

His lips were making their way towards her lips to kiss them again when he froze. The name she whispered in pleasure did not belong to him, but to another.

Author note: why Bankotsu? - Because I have a soft spot for him; I was happy when he kicked Inuyasha's butt. I suffered when he died.

Chapter 9 Decission