A/N: So I have been sick! But I'm pulling through just for you guys! enjoy this update

-Diverse Flower 3

.XOXO.

Collecting her pay she gave a firm American hand shake to Tom, who just giggle.

"See you soon Ms. Kato." Grabbing her by her small shoulders he kiss both sides of her cheeks leaving Rin fluster.

"W-what was that for?" She stuttered.

"For the great work today. I know how hard it is for you to come down here." He said his hands still resting on her shoulders.

"Well, it is a job." She replied trying to shrug his hand off her shoulders but failing miserably. Her sparkle with concern.

"Yes. A job. A job that you do oh so well." Bring a pale finger up to her lip and parting it slightly he look in her brown eyes almost getting lose in them.

"Rin, or do you rather for me to call you Sakura? Like your fans do." She look into his blue eyes and began analyzing the emotion she saw, they was filled with a unmistakable emotion rin knew oh so well about. You didn't need a college degree to figure out what he was thinking about, it was written all on his face and the way his voice got noticeably deep, revealed it all as well.

"Are you a fan?"

"I am."

"Then you can call me Sakura." He smile and pull her closer by the back of her neck. Leaning down slightly to make sure they was eye to eye, nose to nose, and only an inch apart from her red cherry plumb lips.

"Can I drive you home… Sa-ku-ra?" she watch his eyes lower on her breast and back to her eyes. Getting the hint, if his intentions was clear before it was definitely now. Rin now knew that this was not one of his 'Customs' that he did in his country. Rin knew that the glint his eyes and the curve of his lips was not foreign or a custom. She knew the ways of Lust oh so well, to misunderstood it.

Backing away she focuses her gaze of the ground."

"No, I'll catch the bus." She said. Trying to make her voice sound as stern as possible.

Feeling the feeling of rejection sting his ego he simply nodded telling her to call him when she got home. Taking her leave she grip the envelop full of money and speed walk to her bus stop, not daring to look back.

Americans are so weird.

.XOXO.

"Honey, are you sure we should we be doing this. You know how shy Sesshomaru is when come to cameras." Izayoi said look up from her laptop.

"Yes I'm sure. And there won't be any cameras. It's a deserted island." Inutaisho said continuing to scan his laptop of names who sign applied.

"Oh what about her, hun? Kagura of the wind. It says here she owns her own business. –business lady. So you know she independent- and um, 5'7, that's a nice height for sesshomaru? Don't you think love?" He said turning his gaze to his wife, who gave him a bored expression.

"I still think we shouldn't be doing this."

"ugh, here we go." He said rolling his eyes and landing them back on his computer screen.

"Don't Here We Go, me! At less let him pick the girls he want on the show!" she whine to husband.

"It not a show. It a competition. And you really want Sesshomaru to know about the competition now? He'll delete all the profiles and probably destroy the island before we even get the girls to the island!" He said.

"Why are we even having a competition! Why can't be like a normal family, and like a normal son, he'll go out and find a nice girl." Izayoi said throwing her hands up.

Inutaisho shook his head and said calmly.

"Because honey we're not normal. We bunch a demons and humans with too much money to keep." Izayoi gave him a stern look and roll her eyes and aggressively flip her hair. Inutaisho sigh, seeing that his wife was beginning her silence treatment thing.

"C'mon hon, think about it. With a competition and with sesshomaru not knowing it a competition yet, we can one: hand pick who sesshomaru should mate with. Two: Get Sesshomaru out of this box he put himself in. And three: By us shorting the time progress of him finding a girl and dating her and waiting God know how long for grandchildren, we can insure grandkids my next year." Izayoi ears twitch, hearing grandkids and by next year in one sentence. Inutaisho knew it was gaping holes in his plans, but he needed Izayoi with him if this was going work.

"Okay I'll do it. But only because I want grandkids." Returning back to her laptop she continued to scan the applications.

Now that over with. Now I need figure out how to get Sesshomaru agree to this.

.XOXO.

Sesshomaru suspiciously held the magazine close to his chest using his forearms to block the front cover, trying to make the magazine look discreet as possible. Keeping his eyes darting left to right, picking up his pace every time he saw a familiar face, all while ducking his head to hide the sweat that drip down his face from nervousness. Indeed his was nervous, his reputation on the line not every day you see the Sesshomaru holding a dirty magazine down his halls.

I'll be damn if I get caught with this.

Reaching his bedroom he eagerly grab for the knob and look both ways to perhaps make sure no crazy maid was hiding in the shadows, seeing that the shadows was clear of crazy maids he open his door and quickly slam it making sure to lock all his locks he had place on his door. Raising an eyebrow he wonder why he order so many locks on his doors in the first place. Shrugging it off he flop on his king size bed and stare at the magazine holding it to the light, hoping the artificial light will somehow purify it. It didn't. Sighing he place the magazine on his lap and sat up against his pure white walls. Glaring at the magazine again he rolled his head back and took a much needed deep breath.

"okay. I can do this. It only a magazine," giving the magazine a stern look he touch the edge of the magazine slowly peeling the magazine cover back to reveled the first page.

"a magazine with half naked females." Gulping sesshomaru hands begin to shake, with anticipation. Guilt and doubt started to form in his mind.

Should I really be doing this? What if this someone mother in this magazine?

Starting to place the magazine down, in disgust that he might see some gross woman in her 40s posing half naked. But somewhere, somewhere, deep down in his little soul, he grip the magazine again.

No, I'm not going chicken out I didn't do all that sneaky in vain. Eww I sounded like a brother. Wait did I said ew?

Shaking his head trying to make himself stay on topic, he grip the magazine harder and took a deep breath building up his nerve he somehow lose.

"Let's do this"