A/N: I have changed the title to Roses. Obviously. But it is still the same storyline and plot. I just thought that Runaway as a title for this story gave away too much. Thus, I have changed it to something more insidious. Enjoy. And, please, don't hate me.
Doctor Suikotsu reclined in his office chair and groaned, happy to have a break from his seemingly endless work. In the past two days, a total of seventeen car crashes had occurred due to the sudden ice and snow. While most of them had not been fatal, the ones that had been were already dead. With the exception of one.
Rini Akoi. She had been by far the worst accident out of them all and had sustained the most amount of injuries. And yet, she had left the hospital that morning almost fully recovered.
The other patients who had sustained lesser injuries would still be in the ICU for at least a week, if not longer, before they could even be moved into regular hospital monitoring rooms.
How had she done it? Dr. Suikotsu wondered. How did she recover so quickly? A genetic mutation perhaps? Is she a demon? Half-demon, maybe? He ran his fingers through his greasy hair in frustration and decided he needed a shower. No. She was definitely human. So then what was the cause of her abnormal healing abilities?
He leaned forward and swiftly stood from the chair. He left his office and went the the file room where the hospital kept a record of everyone that had come into the ICU in the past six months. He pulled open the second-to-the-top drawer on the second file cabinet and flipped through the name tags until he found the one labeled 'Akoi'.
The doctor pulled the manila folder out that contained all of her stats and unceremoniously shoved it under his arm as he made his way back to his office. He flopped down in his chair and opened the folder, scanning through it quickly for anything he may have missed.
He closed the folder roughly and tossed it on his desk. That was only the basics, her height, weight, etc. What he needed was a blood sample to figure out what he wanted to know. He wondered if he should call her and ask her to come back.
He ultimately decided that he would call her tomorrow and allow her to have at least one day back home before she was summoned to the hospital for testing. Perhaps her amnesia would have regressed some and she could tell him what he wanted to know without him having to take some of her blood. He didn't want to do that; the sight of blood sickened him, if he were to be completely honest.
He was wrenched from his thoughts when he heard a slight knock on the door. "Come in." She sighed.
"Suikotsu-senpai?" The nurse asked.
He looked up to see who had entered his office. "What do you need, Hitomiko?" He asked, resting his elbows on his desk out of boredom.
She fidgeted in the doorway, smoothing out the invisible wrinkles on her uniform. "Kikyo called me and wanted me to tell you she forgot something in the report for a Rini Akoi?" She scrunched up her face, wondering if she had pronounced the name correctly.
Suikotsu instantly shot up from his bored position, suddenly interested in the conversation. "What did she forget?" He asked quickly.
"She said that the patient had a mating mark on her left shoulder." Hitomiko wondered how her longtime friend could be so careless as to forget to write something so important down. She must have been daydreaming about Naraku, she concluded. She's been doing that a lot lately.
"That might explain it." Suikotsu mumbled. He turned away from Hitomiko and stared at the small television in the corner of his office playing its usual news channel. "Thank you, I'll be sure to document that. You can go now." He waved her off.
He sat back down in his chair and opened the folder once more to write down that Rini was apparently mated to a demon. Mated to a demon... Interesting...
"A new scandal in the heart of Tokyo has people of all species wondering if Taisho Inc. will continuing their business for much longer. Late yesterday evening, Taisho incorporations current owner was allegedly arrested for the murder of Kagura Onigumo." The snake demoness reporting the current events droned on. "Although allegations have yet to be confirmed, he is currently being held by the local police."
Suikotsu groaned when he heard the name 'Onigumo'. The nurse who had recently transferred here from Tokyo was seeing someone bearing the name, Naraku Onigumo. An ex criminal and half demon turned good by Kikyo's pureness.
Kagura must have really done something to deserve it, if what the news reporters said was true and she really was dead. Higher up demons such as the owner of Taisho Inc. didn't kill needlessly. They knew that if they did, it could jeopardize their position and even their company as a whole. Kagura must have really done something to make him completely disregard his company.
Suikotsu also remembered that Kagura was one of Naraku's oldest adopted children; he had yet to have his own. He had several adopted children that Kikyo would often gossip about during her breaks.
Kagura and her blood sister, Kanna, were both adopted by Naraku along with two infants, one of them being Hakudoshi who began his life of crime at the age of around seven and is yet to be located by the police, and Hakudoshi's blood brother, hokkugo, who died as an infant. Years later, Naraku adopted a teenager by the name of Byakuya, who is believed to be in the company of Hakudoshi, but once again the police have no clue as to their whereabouts.
Suikotsu scanned through Rin's report again to see if the new development would have make any difference.
"However, whereas most of you out there may be thinking Takahashi's actions might have been rash, it has recently come to our knowledge that his mate, Rin Takahashi, has been missing for the past thirteen days. Her whereabouts at the time are unknown. Should anyone have any information regarding where she may be, you are urged to contact your local police department immediately."
Suikotsu grabbed the television remote and turned it off without taking his attention off Rin's folder. He sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that hour and rubbed the back of his neck and massaging his overworked muscles. He decided he would call Kikyo to ask why she would have forgotten to write down Rin had a mating mark in the report.
He picked up his office phone and dialed her cell phone number.
"Hello?" Kikyo's voice cracked over the phone and loud music could be heard in the background.
"It's me." Suikotsu tapped his finger against his desk impatiently.
"Oh, Suikotsu-sama. Did Hitomiko tell you...?" She asked and winced internally.
Suikotsu sighed again. "Kikyo...how did you forget to write down that she had a mating mark?!" He asked as kindly as he could manage.
"I-I don't know... It must have slipped my mind." She forced herself to chuckle nervously to do nothing if not lighten the mood. "It's not like it changes anything, right?"
"Fortunately for you, no." He paused.
"But?" She asked.
"But, it doesn't explain how she healed so quickly. It has been bugging me ever since she left this morning and I have yet to come up with an answer." He tapped his foot against the hard tile of the floor.
"She left? With who?" Kikyo's eyes widened.
"The person who brought her in. Kohaku, I believe his name was. Why?" He ceased his tapping.
"Oh, nononononononono!" She shook her head frantically and received a confused glance from Naraku. She smiled to reassure him that everything was alright and he turned his attention back to the road.
"What?" Suikotsu asked urgently.
"If she had a mating mark, that means she has a mate."
"Obviously."
"If you sent her home with a male and her mate is waiting for her at her house, he'll be dead for sure!" She said worriedly.
"I haven't received any calls nor have we had him come in with any injuries." Suikotsu said more to himself than to Kikyo.
"Well if he's not dead already, I suggest you call him and get him out of there as soon as possible. If her mate was not there already, he is sure to be on his way."
"Alright, I'll call him. It's been about four hours since she went home though. Wouldn't that be more than enough time for her mate to have gotten to her?"
"Yeah. You better hurry. Demon mates can be extremely overprotective if their mate was hurt in any way. Especially if he was an animalistic demon." She added quickly before she hung up.
"Animalistic, huh? Well shit." He whispered to himself. Suikotsu swiftly jogged out of his office and to the front desk. "Can I have the number for Kohaku Itio?" He asked the receptionist.
She nodded her head and typed on her computer so fast that he couldn't keep up. She printed a piece of paper with his name and phone number and handed it to the doctor.
Suikotsu walked out the front door and pulled his cell phone out of his pants pocket and dialed the number on the paper. He put the phone to his ear and waited.
...
Rin maneuvered herself out of her wheelchair and onto her bed with the intent of going to sleep. She flopped down on the mattress and inhaled deeply, blissfully ignorant of who she was and who might be looking for her. She sat up and looked around her room.
Ever since Kohaku brought her home a few hours ago she had been looking around the house to see if it would make her remember anything. Although, the house was void of anything that you might find in someone's home. A house, yes, but a home...
There were no pictures of any kind, no decoration, nothing to signify that someone might live there. It was creepy how empty the house was. Did she even really live there? Had the doctor sent her home to the wrong house?
She sighed as her eyes landed on the bedside table with a closed laptop sitting on it. She reached for the computer and placed in front of her. She opened it and pressed the power button and waited for it to come on. When it did, it immediately asked for a password.
She grunted. How was she supposed to know the password? She looked out her window and typed in the first thing she saw, snow. The computer gave her a pop-up saying it was an incorrect password.
She paused again, thinking of what it could be. She typed.
Flowers.
Incorrect password.
Butterfly
Incorrect password.
She sighed. She was never going to remember something like this. But, she decided she wanted to get into her laptop. Maybe it might even help her remember who she was.
Love.
Incorrect password.
Chocolate.
This time a different pop-up appeared. It read: Incorrect password. Would you like a hint?
She immediately pressed the yes button.
A picture of her sitting on a bench with a thick, white pelt of fur draped around her appeared and she nearly choked on her own saliva.
It was dark all around her but an orange, almost warm, light seemed to be coming from somewhere behind her. The moment seemed to be captured perfectly as she was laughing and had her eyes squeezed shut from the wide smile that plastered her face. She was wearing a pale green shirt tucked neatly under a brown leather jacket with seemingly skin tight jeans and brown sandals strapped to her feet. Her arms cradled the white boa that appeared to be, much to her unsettling, curling around her as if it were alive.
Was that her? She looked so happy. Where was she? Who took the picture? What was that she had around her? Her mind was racing a million miles an hour but only a few seconds after the picture appeared, it vanished and was back at the password screen.
Was that the hint? What did it mean? She typed in the first thing about the picture that came to her mind.
Happy.
Incorrect password.
Park.
Incorrect password.
Fur.
Incorrect password.
She cursed herself wondering what it could possibly be. She closed the laptop and returned it to its place on the bedside table and flopped back on her bed, all the while furiously grabbing at the covers. Kami, it was freezing! Did this house not have heat?!
She closed her eyes and reveled in the warmth the covers provided. Within moments, sleep consumed her.
Meanwhile...
Downstairs, Kohaku positioned himself on the couch to be as comfy as possible while he flipped through the channels searching for a suitable program to watch. He settled for Ridiculousness on MTV.
At least this place has cable and free Wi-Fi. Can't be all that bad if you're living alone..., Kohaku thought absentmindedly. He turned to volume down as far as he could as he was mindful of Rin sleeping, but loud enough so he could hear it.
He stayed in that position for fifteen minutes without moving so much as an inch. He nearly jumped out of his skin when his phone, which was sitting on the coffee table between him and the fire place, suddenly started blaring Cruise.
"Shit!" He jumped off the couch, abandoning his warm imprint and grabed hold of the violently vibrating and loudly disturbing phone.
"Hello?" He answers, raising it to his ear.
"May I speak with Kohaku Itio?" A gruff yet gentle voice asked.
"This is he. Who am I speaking with?" Kohaku once again found his place on Rin's couch and slowly retracted within the warmth of the cutions.
The slight sound of a relieved sigh came from the phone and into Kohaku's ear. "I see." It said seriously. "Well it is somewhat of a relief to me that you are not dead..."
"Why would I be...?" Kohaku shivered involuntarily. He pursed his lips into a thin line and narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Listen, I don't know who you are but-"
"I am Rini's doctor. My name is Suikotsu." He explained while tapping his finger against the armrest of his chair impatiently.
"If you're Rini's doctor...wouldn't you be calling to check up how she's doing...? Not the person who took her home?" Kohaku asked skeptically.
"In normal circumstances, yes. Unfortunately, these are not normal." He sighed.
"Meaning...?" Kohaku prompted.
"Meaning you, if not already then any moment now, should and will be dead if you do not leave Rini immediately." Suikotsu grimaced.
Kohaku paused, wondering what the hell the doctor ment. Why would he die if he didn't leave Rini? It seemed the opposite was more likely to occur.
Instead of allowing Kohaku to answer, Suikotsu spoke up. "I was informed this morning by one of the nurses that was looking after Rini during her...visit here that she carries a mating mark on her left shoulder." He paused and pursed his lips into a thin line. "I was expecting her mate to have returned to her by now and you to be...well..."
"Dead." Kohaku finished. "Well, I'm not, sooo... What does that mean? Her matehasn't "come to kill me" or nothing like that." Kohaku's eyes shot back and forth as he had a skeptical look plastered to his face.
Upon hearing the tone in Kohaku's voice, Suikotsu's grimace only deepened, if that was possible. He needed him to understand that his life was in danger. That he could very possibly die if her mate was to return now. That, because she was injured and her mate appeared to be animalistic, he would not hesitate to kill any males that approached her in her state. "I do not wish for you to be harmed in any way and that is why I implore that you leave her a soon as possible."
Kohaku sighed. He didn't want to leave her. He wanted to stay and help her. Possibly get to know her so that they might form some sort of relationship. As messed up at it seemed, Kohaku wanted to make the best of the situation. It's not like he rescues a beautiful girl from a car crash every day. But her having a mate... That was like shooting bullets through his plans. "I understand your concern but...I don't know how I feel about just leaving her. I mean, she doesn't even know who she is."
"Yes, that is expected. But regardless of your intentions towards her, her mate, when he returns, will not hesitate to kill you." He said seriously. "I know that you want to help her get her memory back but I am positive that her mate will be more than capable than helping her with that."
Kohaku inhaled deeply and released his breath, contemplating what he should do. Should he stay and risk his life just to reassure himself that she would be alright? Or should he be selfish and leave her in her condition?
"Please." Suikotsu asked one final time hoping to persuade him to leave her, though he doubted it would work.
"Fine." Kohaku said grudgingly. He didn't like the idea of leaving her, but what choice did he have? He didn't want to end up some corpse in the morgue that was so horribly mangled and beaten they couldn't even tell his facial features apart. No, he didn't want that. So, he would leave. If only for a little while.
Relieved, Suikotsu ceased his tapping in slight shock but quickly brushed the feeling off. "Thank you for understanding." He said awkwardly. Now that Kohaku agreed to leaving her, there was nothing left for them to bicker about so he quickly ended the call by gently placing his phone down one the holder.
Kohaku heard the line go dead and quickly pressed the off button on his phone and returned it to its place on the coffee table. He leaned his head back on the couch and closed his eyes. "A mating mark, hu?" He mumbled to himself. How could she have a mating mark? To a demon?!Sweet Rini bonded to a monster. The notion seemed ridiculous to him.
He stared at the crackling fire, lost in thought. When he looked up, the show he had been watching was ending and rapidly heading into commercials. He stood from his spot on the couch and stretched, his muscles twitching from nearly an hour of not being used. He looked from his left and then to his right and then back once more.
"What the hell am I doing? I'm not in some movie, so what the hell am I so paranoid about?" Oh right, he thought. Some demon is supposed to be coming to kill me and run away with Rin in his arms. Right.
He turned to his left and started walking toward the stairs with the intent of seeing what the doctor said was ture.
She couldn't! He swiftly went up the stairs, his hand sliding on the polished railing.
She couldn't! He chanted in his head like a mantra. He stopped in front of her door and grabbed the knob slowly. He may have been doing something that may or may not be deemed inapproiate but he still had the decency to be quiet.
He had to be lying. He must! He slowly opened the door and prayed it didn't make any noise that might disturbe her sleep. He crept over the softly carpeted floor until his lean frame was looming over her small form; the curve of her breasts rising and falling rythmically with her breath. Oh, the things he would do to her body...
He scrunched his face together and shook his head back and forth in an attempt to rid his mind of the vile thoughts that entered his mind. It was sick. She was still recovering from the accident and, moreover, he didn't know her. How could her when she didn't even know herself?
He hesitatntly reached over her and abruptly stopped his hand and inch away when a clump of snow fell onto the roof and produced a soft yet startling thud. He grimaced and silently prayed she wouldn't awake when he heard a soft moan escape her lips.
She arched her back and rolled onto her right side, facing away from him, her facial feature relaxing from almost being awoken. If she would have woken up at that moment, Kohaku might have ended up in the hospital.
After what felt like five full minutes to Kohaku, when he finally felt it safe to procede, he gently brushed his fingertips over the covers that hid her right shoulder from him; from the world. He slowly slid the covers an inch away from that spot and once again raised his hand to the colar of her sweater and repeated the process until all that remained was a thin layer of cotton that made up the shoulder portion of the hospital gown she had worn home. He squeezed his eyes shut as he slit it too, down her shoulder to reveal her milky white skin. He opened one eye first and then the other just to see if his left eye deceved him. But alas, no, his eyes did not decieve. For there, covering the nape of her neck, was a bite scar that forever claimed her as a demon's mate.
This proved to him that his life was in danger. That he needed to leave. That he needed to never come back. But would he? Could he possibly? He brushed his fingertips over the scar lightly, causing her to all but cringe.
He returned the articles of fabric to their correct places on her shoulder and covered it with the white sheet followed by the creamy brown quilt. He tucked it under her left shoulder in between the bed and her warm body to ensure it wouldn't slip free and expose her flesh to the cold air. He stealthy slid out of the room and softly shut the door behind him.
He walked down the stairs in a daze and gathered his things. A moment before he stepped out the door he decided he would leave a note for her to find when she woke up. He grapped the notepad and pen resting on the dresser beside the door and wrote:
Rini,
The snow stopped so I decided to leave. Call me if you need anything
-Kohaku
He walked back up the stairs and slid the note under her door. When he returned back downstairs, he grabbed his phone off the coffee table and turned off the T.V. He wondered if he should put out the fire. He decided he would after he looked around for a moment and found a tempature control panel. He turned the dial to 76 degrees and put out the fire.
He closed the front door and locked it behind him. He looked around and noted that the snowfall had almost completely stopped. When he wrote in the note for Rini that the snow had stopped, it was an excuse to get her to believe that he had no reason to stay, not that he needed to stay lest he want to become a body in the morgue.
He opened the door to his truck and numbly climbed in, shoving the key into the ignition and turning. He glared at the house.
"Who the hell are you...?"
...
Sesshomaru was sure of it. He felt something. Something deep in his bones. Something from Rin. That was the only explination. And yet it confused him beyond comprehension.
Rin was a smary, savvy woman who knew how to block her emotions from him when she needed to. But he could always feel her there. Somewhere deep in his soul. But ever since a week ago, just before Kagura showed up at his house, he had felt nothing. No saddness coming from Rin. It was as if she no longer existed.
But that can't just happen. If Rin had died, he would have felt it. His demon would not let something like that go unnoticed. So that left him with no plausible answer. What had happened to Rin? She wasn't dead, but he aslo couldn't feel her. It made no sence.
He had felt noting from her in a week and with each passing day, it drove him closer to the edge. But now, during one of his more pensive moments, he felt something.
He didn't know what to think. Should he be overjoyed that at the very least she wasn't dead? Or worried becaues what he felt was pain. Extreme, unbearable, excrushieating, pain. Not phyical pain, but a deep, soul agonizing pain.
He almost doubled over in his cell. Instead, he stumbled backwards onto the messed up bed and gripped his head as if it were about to explode. He dug his claws into his scalp and locked his jaw tightly.
None of the gaurds seemed to notice, and for Sesshomaru, that was better than convienient. He didn't want anyone to see him in this condition. It was pathetic, though he could not ignore the memory that accompanied this sudden wave of emotions. He leaned back on the gray brick wall behind him and succumbed to the memory that flashed in his eyes.
...
Why was he even doing this? Sesshomaru Takahashi would do a number of things to move up the corprate ladder, but this? Was this withing his boundaries of how far he would go? To be honest, he wasn't sure. Did that irritate him? Yeah. Anyone who came within ten feet of him could feel the irritation pouring off of him in waves.
Inuyasha had decided to have a cook out to build relationships in the office, though, when he invited Sesshomaru, saying that a lot of "high end" buisnessmen were going to be attending, Inuyasha didn't really give him time to answer before her was spouting out names and dates and numbers and for some reason, how much Gucci shoes cost, Sesshomaru had smacked him in the face and said he would go If he would shut up.
So basically, he was forced into coming. He didn't like cookouts, but if it meant getting on the good side with some of the buisnessmen he eventually wanted to make buisness deals with, then so be it; he would endure the "social get-together".
Sesshomaru decided he would take a walk to get away from the insufferable chatter and annoying giggles of the women trying to get his attention. He walked on all the paved pathways in the park contemplating what he would to say to these buisneaamen when he saw them. What coud he do to get them to want to make a deal with Taisho Inc.? It probably wouldn't be that hard; Taisho Inc. has one of the best reputations in the buisness world and had impeccable sales increase in the past six months that didn't seem to be plumeting any time soon. So he figured he wouldn't have to say anything really, to his delight. He would simply have to be present to appear sociable.
He reached the entrance of the park Inuyasha had chosen for the cook-out and decided he would get something to drink from the cafe accross the street. The only drinks provided where he had come from were carbonated and served in a can inside a cooler of partially melted ice.
A few people momentarily hesitated their walking when they spotted him, Sesshomaru Takahashi, walking in this part of the city; in which he was less than surprised by. He seldom came to this side of Tokyo and when he did, it was on important buisness such as meeting and even once a luncheon with a few buisness partners of the companies. In only which one he took a liking to.
He turned right and walked down the sidewalk until he was directly across the road from the café. Continuing his brisk stride, he stepped out into the street without a second glance at the traffic, but being the daiyoukai he is, he neednt concern himself with the traffic. They would simply stop and wait for him to cross, as did several as he passed them; the cars seemed to stop a few meters away from him and vibrate as if they were frightened of him. Inanimate objects frightened of him. The idea amused him.
He was nearly across the road when he heard a car coming toward his path at a steady speed with no indication of slowing. He decided he would let the car pass before he continued to the other side of the street. He then noted that another person had walked out into the street. Perhaps they thought there was a red light and that was why the cars were stopped. However, if they continued, they would be hit by the oncoming car.
So, for some unknown reason, he decided he would step into the path of the car before it had a chance to hit them. At first, the pace he was going seemed like it would be fast enough to intercept the lime green BMW, but when he saw them step into its path, he heard the car accelerate.
He ran forwards, miliseconds before the car smashed into the unsuspecting person, and tackled them to the ground; loud music physically shook the ground they layed on as the car zoomed past.
Sesshomaru, now thoroughly angered and in no mood for any type of drink, lifted himself up on his elbows and looked down and regarded the figure beneath him. His gaze was met with chocolate brown eyes and blazing red cheeks. Only then did he realize he was on top of a woman. A human woman.
The car screeched to a halt a moment later only a few paces away from where Sesshomaru was swiftly standing up and offering his hand to the madly blushing woman. It was a subconcious gesture and he didn't think much of it.
A man with dark brown hair and a scragy, unkept beard stepped out of his car and took a few steps toward where Sesshomaru and the woman stood before stopping when he caught a glimpse of Sesshomaru's menacing glare, daring him to come closer.
Sesshomaru could practically feel the girl staring at him. Instead of turning to look at her, he took three long strides forward and grabbed the man by the collar and forced him back against his car.
By then, a small crowd of people had gathered and were watching intently, some openly gaping at the scene, some taking pictures, and some on the phone most likely calling the authorities about the "almost" accident.
He snarled at the man he held firmly against his car. "Do you have any idea what you could have just done?" He shouted, not caring at his open display of anger.
The man without a name wimpered and begged for forgivness. "Please, sir. Please let me go. I-I wasn't looking where I was going and-and she j-just walked out into the road!"
Sesshomaru glared at him, silently daring him to accuse the woman it was her fault. Would it have been her fault if she ended up in the hospital? If she ended up dead? He decided not to let his mind wander there since the said woman was clinging to his right arm, attempting to pry him off the man, and failing miserably.
"Stop! Please stop!" She begged, her eyes looking at him pleadingly. "I'm alright, so please let him go. It was a mistake." She said in place of the man who was now trembling.
Sesshomaru obeyed no one and nothing except himself. He did what he wanted to do and that was final. No one could sway his decision once it was set and nothing could change it except himself. So why did he feel almost compelled to obey the frail being? Was it because the innocence that shown through her eyes or the pleading tone in her voice?
He didn't know, and quite possibly never will, why he released the man. Why he stepped back and stared at the human woman for a moment longer than he would any other before turning and leaving without a word. He growled at himself. How could he possibly let himself be taking orders from another being? No. Not taking orders. That wasn't the right word. Complying. Yes. That sounded more like what he had done. Why had he complied to her wishes? Even worse, to a human. A human woman.
He despised humans. And perhaps even more so, female humans. Thay had no dominance, no strength. She had only proved his point when she failed at pulling him off the man. A man... He had been weaker than her. At least she had the oudacity to stand up to him when he was very nearly about to kill the man.
So many thoughts ran thorough his head as he walked swiftly down the sidewalk away from that acursed park Inuyasha was holding the event at. Why did he listen to her? Bend to her will. Why did he save he in the first place? Why didn't he just stand back and watch as car smashed her? Listen to the sound of her bonse shatter when the car made inpact. Smell her blood seep from her veins as she layed on the pavement and watch it drip down the lime green pain of the car as the only reminder she had been hit by the car.
The thoughts seemed appealing to him until he thought of her face as the one attached to the body laying on cold and dead on the ground. Her big, brown eyes frozen open in terror and her mouth slightly agape in a forever silent scream.
His face twisted in disgust. He felt like he wanted to hurl the contents of his stomach into the nearest trash can, which was convieniently only a few strides away beside a blossoming Sakura tree. He snorted at the idea as he continued past it.
He pulled out his phone and sent a quick message to Inuyasha telling him something came up and he couldn't be at the "event". Sesshomaru sighed as he turned his phone off and slid it back in his pants pocket. He could not wait to get home.
...
Rin bolted upright in her bed only to be greated with a slight pain in her right leg. But that was nothing compared to the splitting headace she was experiencing at the moment. Her hands snaked up her body slowly checking to see if she was all there before she gripped her head with both hands and applied pressure to her temples and squeezed her eyes shut trying to discern what the hell she had just dreamed.
After the initial pain of the headace subsided, she returned her hands to her sides; her left hand subconciously reached for someone beside her. Upon finding no one laying beside her, she turned to her left and looked over the pillow and sheets that remained untouched. She felt a sudden sadness.
She closed her eyes and shook her head slowly. Who was she expecting to be there? It was more like something she felt and less like a thought, but it felt like she was expecting it to be empty. Expecting no one to be beside her. But a small spark of hope deep in her bones moved her hand to reach for him. Who ever he was.
That dream... What was it? It felt too real to be just a dream. So... Was it a memory? Something was off. It wasn't her memory. All those feelings... Every thought. It wasn't her. She had tackled that person that almost got hit by the car and felt the anger fuled adrenelin coarsing through her veins when the man was pinned against the car, and the uncertain feeling and thought passing through her mind as she walked down the sidewalk in some city that seemed familiar but just beyond reach.
But... It was her who she tackled from getting hit by the car. It wasn't her hand holding the man by the collar. Thoes were a man's hands. With...claws... That made no sence. Was he a demon? The one whose memory she dreamed of.
Or was it completely a dream? Nothing but her already confused brain creating illusions as she slept. That had to be it.
But the feelings... It felt too real to just be a dream. She touched her cheeks thinking of the way she was blushing. She moved her legs to the side of the bed and took the cast off. She bent her legs at the knees and flexed her toes. She felt normal. No pain. Nothing. She decided to push her luck and stand, using the bedside table for support.
Fine. In the amount of time from her falling asleep to now waking up, her legs had completely healed. Who the hell was she and why was she healing so quickly? Even if she couldn't remember anything from her past, she still knew healing that fast was not normal.
She walked into the bathroom and fliched the light swich upwards. A row of four bulbs were directly above her colossal mirror above the porcilin sink.
She leaned in close to the mirror and stared into her eyes, trying to get the same feeling she felt in the dream. Innocent...? Her eyes looked dull and worn, like a shirt that's been worn too many times. Her cheeks weren't rosy and glowing like in her dream. They were shiny with skin oil and vaguely reminded her of the color grey. Her hair was a mess and she had bags under her eyes.
She decided the girl in her dream was not her. The innocence...the glow...was gone. Her eyes held nothing that could be referred to as pure or innocent. They looked dull and lifeless. Who ever that girl in her dream was, was not her.
Not by a longshot.
A/N: Alright, I know it's been a while, but have a little faith in me. I shall try to never abandon a story due to my OCD about people who start a really good story and they just sort of quit just when it got good.
I promise I won't do that.
I made this chapter extra long to accomidate for the long wait. I hope this satisfies you for a little while at least.
On a side note, I read a Fic called Forget Me Not by tullie and had a temporary major writers block for this story. Even though that story is sort of like mine, I honestly thought it would help but instead it completely erased my mind on where this story was going. But i'm back now and ready to continue writing.
If you like suggestions for Fic's to read, you can look that one up (Forget Me Not by tullie). It is amazingly written and terribly angst filled. So if you are planning on reading that one, you have been warned. Even if you don't usualy cry at sad moments in movies or books, you are highly likely to cry reading that one. Oh, the angst!
My friend, .me.09 , beggs me to write a spin-off Fic about what happens to Rin in New York (read the story to find out) but I'm not sure if that is within copyright laws...soooo...yeah...
A lovely thanks to all who reviewed my last few chapters. Now... I don't usualy beg for reviews but... To hell with it! Hit me with yo' best shot! ^.^