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Rin pulled into the parking lot of a coffee shop in town. She was a little nervous, this was her first date with a new guy, and after the last date, she was scared. She took a deep breath and let it out.

She had made sure to dress nice. She had her hair in a curly ponytail that was just short enough, the ringlets tickled the back of her neck. She was wearing some pink jeggings with a white peasant's top. She had even dusted on some makeup. She glanced in her mirror and smiled, she felt she looked very pretty. She opened the café doors and looked around for her date. A guy in the back stood and she smiled and walked up to him. "Hey, I'm Rin!" she smiled and held out her hand.

She had never met this guy before but she was decently pleased. Kagome had set her up on a blind date with one of her younger brother's friends, Paul. Paul was cute, he had short brown hair and a pretty smile, he wasn't very tall, Rin frowned a little at that. "Hey, I'm Paul. And you are beautiful." She giggled and sat down across from him.

Rin talked about everything under the sun, she liked the guy more than she had liked Kohaku, and the guy seemed to be nicer, he had called her beautiful and that was already enough to make him nicer than Kohaku. "And now I'm living at my Cousin's ex's brother's house." She took a deep breath before she began talking again.

As the date went on the guy seemed to be getting frustrated, which made Rin nervous. She tried to talk more to cover up her nervousness, the guy rolled his eyes. "Is something wrong?" she finally paused as he stood up.

"Yeah I don't think this is going to work out, here's a ten to pay." He set a bill down on the table and turned to walk out. She grabbed his wrist and stopped him, "wait, what did I do?"

He turned red with anger, "You realize you NEVER shut up right? We have been here two hours, listening to you blabber, I'm sorry but this will not work."

Sesshomaru listened to the rioters outside of his window, the stress of it all was driving him mad, his employees had been doused with eggs this morning, and around noon, no one could leave the building due to fear of the rioters violence. He had called the police several times but each time they had told him it was "freedom of speech". He groaned and rubbed his temples. He wondered briefly if the rioter's ears hurt from their own noise as they had made his hurt. "Jaken, bring my car around back, I'm going home." He wasn't given any argument which he was grateful for, due to the arguing from the community.

Rather than going home, he went to have a drink at his favorite bar in town. He liked it because it was quiet, there were never many people there, and the prices were also low. He wondered why he didn't go to nicer bars, he could definitely afford it, he shrugged and figured it wasn't worth questioning. He pulled into the parking lot, his car bounced over all the potholes. He got out of the car and walked in. the young bartender behind the counter danced over to where he sat down and smiled at him.

"Hey handsome what can I get you?" she batted her eyelashes at him. Her voice was deep and throaty from all the cigarettes she had smoked. He scrunched his nose up when he smelled the cigarette smoked permeating from her hair.

"I'll have a Bourbon on ice." He pulled his cellphone out and began to read through his emails. He had an update from his secretary, informing him that the rioters were beginning to cause property damage to the outside landscaping. He partially hoped that they would damage the building, solely so he could finally have them charged and arrested.

"Here you go darling." She set down his drink and lingered for a moment. He could tell she wanted to flirt, and normally he would allow her to do so. He looked at her, she was tall, with very long tan legs. Her body was athletic and busty. Her long bleach blonde hair hung down her back in a French braid. Any other time he had come to this bar he would have gladly taken her advances, possibly even spending the night with her, but something was just off, he didn't actually feel attracted to her. He just couldn't figure out why. 'The cigarettes for one.' He decided. When she finally turned to walk away he eyed her body. 'She's too tall.' He decided that's what it was, which was unusual, he always found taller women sexy, but something about her long legs didn't look right to him anymore. He shook his head and went back to his emails. He felt like he was distracting himself. Like he was buying time for some reason. Then he realized it, he didn't want to go home.

He'd actually enjoyed going home for the past few days. His supper would be cooked, the boy would be making a mess on his marble floors with whatever concoction he had created to eat for the night, and, most importantly, he would get to listen to that woman ramble on for hours. He didn't know why that was his favorite part of the day, but he caught himself smiling thinking about her babbling.

He thought about her face, how she got all starry eyed and distant when she talked about things she liked. He liked how she talked with her hands, motioning everything that she wanted to say while she spoke. He thought it was cute how she would lose track of what she was talking about and then switch to a completely different topic. He rubbed his temples again and ordered another drink. 'Letting that woman in my house was the worst decision I have ever made.' He sighed softly, he didn't want to think she was cute, he didn't want to enjoy her company, and he definitely didn't want to love to hear her speak, along with listen to every word. 'What is she doing to me?'

After a few more drinks he finally decided he would have to go home. He tipped the bartender heavily, mostly due to his guilt over not speaking to her. He parked his car in the driveway just as the sun was going down. He began to loosen his tie as he walked up the steps. The house was eerily quiet when he got home. Normally it wouldn't have been eerie, but he was now so used to his new company that it seemed peculiar. One of the maids approached him to take his things. He set them down gently in her arms, he felt guilty for the past few weeks where he had been tossing them on the floor. "Where is everyone Luna?"

She smiled sweetly, "Rin took Kyou out today. They've been gone all day. She said they would be home for dinner, sir." He thanked her and she walked away.

As if on cue, he heard two car doors slam and laughter. "Uncle Sesshomaru!" the boy burst through the door and ran to his feet. He wrapped himself around his legs and he slowly lifted his leg up to slide the boy off.

"Please do not do that." He muttered. Children were his worst nightmare, he had no idea how to be around them, and Kyou definitely pushed his boundaries.

"Kyou! You run so fast! You beat me again!" Rin faked being out of breath and the little boy giggled. She looked up at him and smiled shyly and waved. He couldn't stand how she did that, she acted so nervous and awkward around him every time he came home. It was though she had to warm up to him. 'Maybe because you're always pissed when you get home.' He shoved that thought aside, it was too true for him to acknowledge.

"Dinner will be ready soon!" the cook called from the kitchen and they all shuffled into the dining room.

Rin watched as Kyou set the table, he would drop the plate onto its spot, causing it to clatter onto the table. She stole a glance at Sesshomaru to see him physically flinch every time his fine china was thrown carelessly about. She felt sorry for him, if she had a dollar for everything she and Kyou had broken in his home, she would owe him hundreds of dollars. She blushed when she was reminded of the hole she put in the wall. 'Maybe he won't notice.' He had noticed when she broke the shower head, and Kyou colored in his antique Jane Austen book. She winced at all the trouble they caused, but he had always been patient with them, for which she was grateful.

"Dinner!" Kyou cheered as the food came in. Rin licked her lips, it was spinach ravioli, which was one of her favorite dishes. She looked at Kyou who was standing in his chair cheering about food. He was so much like Kagome. His long curly hair was down to his shoulders, and he had her lips and nose. He definitely had her personality too. Rin thought back to playing with Kagome as a child. Rin was always quiet, and a follower, but Kagome was loud and confident, and also got them into a lot of trouble. Rin prayed that her children wouldn't be as hyper as Kyou, she was exhausted from running after him all day. The cook set her plate down in front of her and she picked up her fork to dig in.

As Sesshomaru finished his last bites, Rin kept talking. She told him all about what had happened that day, she even told him about her awful date, which she was embarrassed to tell. He wiped his mouth and set his napkin down and faced her. She stopped talking when her eyes met his. She got nervous, she figured he would tell her to shut up, or agree with Paul that she talked too much. But all he did was stand up and say, "I'm going to be in my study, but if you would like, you can continue your story while I work." She blushed and nodded.

She laid on the floor behind his desk with her hands behind her head and her legs crossed. She had finally run out of things to say and she watched him work silently. She was rather impressed that he hadn't told her to leave, he had even prompted her to continue with the occasional question. She reached her hand out and grabbed his hair. She saw him stiffen then relax and she continued to stroke it. He turned his chair around which caused his hair to slide out of her hands. "Can you actually cut hair?"

She giggled, "Of course I can cut hair, I went to beauty school! I just never got my license" he looked at her for a long time before he finally spoke, "Will you trim my hair?"

"Of course!"

He knew this was a terrible idea. He sat nervously in a barstool in the kitchen. Rin was playing around with the scissors and he groaned internally. She didn't even look like she knew how to hold the scissors, much less cut hair. "Are you sure you can do this?" he asked slightly worried.

"Yes. Now how much do you want off?" she pulled his hair into the sink and began to wash it. It was so long he didn't even need to lean back until she got his scalp. He relaxed a little in his seat. It felt good to have someone else wash his hair.

"Just a trim Rin, nothing crazy." She giggled and leaned him back. She was bent over his body giving him a lovely view of her cleavage, which was dangling above his face. He couldn't decide if she was a B or a C but at that moment he was determined to figure out at some point. She leaned back and her perfume hit his nose, she smelled incredible. She sat him up and threw a towel around his neck.

"Okay, just a trim got it."

It was agony sitting in the booth waiting for her to finish. Every time she made a sound he cringed, thinking she messed something up. But whenever she finished blow drying his hair and he looked in the mirror, he realized he had nothing to worry about. His hair looked wonderful, and he figured he should tell her so. "Thank you, now how can I repay you for your services?"

She smiled and slapped his arm, "You don't have to pay me back silly! You're letting me stay in your home!" she began to sweep up his trimmings off the floor. And he watched her as she hummed, her hips swayed while she moved around. He looked at her body, she couldn't be taller than five two. Her legs were lean and petite, and her skin was a pale rose. Then he realized it made sense that he wasn't attracted the bartender, he probably wouldn't ever be attracted to anyone ever again, because Rin was the most perfect woman he had ever seen.