Gah...to save time and space, lets just say that this chapter got on my nerves and that it should have been here sooner, but wasn't. Yeah, sorry about the wait. I know that I usually am quick about the updates on this one, but things have been slow for me.

Anyway, here is a chapter in Sesshomaru's perspective. I know I had someone wanting this, and I hope that others did too! I also hope that it's worth the wait I put you through! Even if it is kind of short...

Sesshomaru slammed his fist into the wall beside him. The cement crumbled from the brute force. Sesshomaru was angry, and in his mind, he had good reason to be.

Rin…how could she?! She had rejected him! Him! Sesshmoaru, demon lord of the west, the man of Rin's dreams, the only reason she was still able to breathe! How then, had she resisted him? He had offered her everything she could desire. What had made her turn from him?

Sesshomaru was the perfect being. Charming in a menacing way, handsome beyond all belief, with an icy glance that would make any woman melt. Woman have crawled to his feet and worshiped him. Rin would have too, at one point. But what had made her change her ways?

Sesshomaru walked over to the beaten up couch that sat in the middle of the room. For his temporary living space, Sesshomaru had chosen a mostly-unused warehouse. It was not in his preferences, but he needed a place that Rin would never find. And right now, it would be a little suspicious if he had chosen some elaborate apartment.

Sesshomaru sat down on the worn sofa, and leaned back so that he was fully stretched out. One of his arms was flung over his head, the other hanging off the couch. Sesshmoaru closed his eyes, determined to push Rin's face from his mind. He was rather good at meditating and pushing all things from his thoughts to clear his mind, but today, the image of Rin's smiling face, her laughter ringing in his ears, it would not remove itself from Sesshomaru's conscious.

Growling, Sesshomaru bolted upright into a sitting position. His silver hair flew in every direction in the movement, and landed so that it was spilling down his back and over his shoulders. His mind would not calm. Rin's picture was too clear in his mind for rest. He needed a way to relieve himself from her taunting image.

Sesshomaru was a calm, cool, collected man on the outside. But his inner nature loved the hunt, and the sight of blood that he had spilled. It was his demonic nature to crave such things as death by his hand. Some time ago, he had pushed down his true nature for Rin, because he had thought that he had loved her. Now he was all too willing to give in whenever the beast started to call.

Looking down at himself, Sesshomaru decided that going out in this neighborhood in some on the most expensive of clothes would not be in his best interest. He was already upset enough that he had to change from his traditional kimono and armor, but now changing down into common humans clothes would be almost humiliating.

Although…

It would be easier to blend in with the people if he were not wearing clothes that picked him out. Human eyes were attracted to expensive things. And when they saw his clothes, the next thing the saw was always him silver hair, a feature of demons. Sesshomaru admired the way people shot him dirty or fear-filled glances. He was above them, and they all knew it.

But his goal would be much easier if he had something less conspicuous to hide himself in.

Digging through the various cabinets and boxes strewn throughout the warehouse, Sesshomaru managed to find clothes that would fit his need, and his body.

Sesshomaru sneered at the faded, dark gray sweatshirt and dark jeans that he found. He was not pleased with the attire. He changed into them nonetheless. Another reason he complied was that he was sure that Rin would find him less of a monster if he wore them…

Monster? Had he really just referred to himself as such a creature? Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed. He was no such thing…a demon he was, but a monster was a filth name for his kind. The lower class demons were monsters, but not one such as him.

Sesshomaru opened the door leading out into the sun filled world. He could smell the faint scent of lilies and honey.

Rin must have been nearby…

A slow smirk made its way onto Sesshomaru's lips. Finding Rin would not take so much effort it seemed…not when she passed by his hiding place. He stepped out into the crisp air and followed Rin's scent trail. He would see where she had gone when she was last near. Sesshomaru could tell that this would turn out in his favor. Rin would never find him, but from the scent, Sesshomaru could tell that Rin passed through this area often. It seemed that Sesshomaru had picked the perfect place to hide after all...