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It All Started On A Rainy Night [New Chapter!]	By : Aurizan Category: InuYasha > General Views: 4787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Disclaimer: Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. But Takara and other OCs are mine.
Shout-out to Niako-san! - the result from the paternity test will be revealed in a chapter or two ;)
Excuse Errors and Enjoy!

"How this happen?"
"Fuck that I know!"
"What do you know?"
"That the bastard took credit on national television for my creations and if that wasn't bad enough," Kouga turned a laptop he was staring at when Sesshoumaru walked into the room and Sesshoumaru saw somebody had emailed him a picture of four models. All of them were wearing designs that they had planned to showcase at their upcoming fashion show. "He has stolen the whole collection."
"Yeah, I gathered that much," Kouga stepped away from the table with a curse. "Fuck Sesshoumaru, how did this happen?!"
"I don't know Kouga but I plan to find out."
"And as if shit wasn't already shitty, the fuck gave us three days to complete a new collection and that's going to be impossible. I mean After Dark took months before we completed it."
"I know, Kouga." Sesshoumaru was fuming inside. He was using very ounce of strength to stop himself from hurling the laptop into the wall. The After Dark collection had taken months of carefully planning. The collection was going to be a new adventure for him and Kouga, targeting the everyday woman instead of their usual youthful crowd.
But in a minute all work and planning had been shot to hell.
"We must find the one who gave Naraku the collection. Who do we know have seen it?"
"I don't know...everyone!" Kouga cried out, earning an exasperated glare. Kouga sighed and ruffled his hair. "I know, I know, I need to get a grip but really Sesshoumaru, everyone have seen it."
"There must have been a breach in security."
"I have put a team together and they are looking in to it as we speak but still...I have a hard time believing one of our own would betray us like this."
"Everyone have their price." Sesshoumaru stared deeply and firmly into Kouga's eyes after his statement. Kouga groaned at the thought and dropped his head into his hands when there was a knock on the door. "Come in."
The door opened and Kaede stepped in. "Sesshoumaru-dono, there is a phone call for you."
"I'm not talking to the press."
"It's not the press but Naraku."
Kouga's head shot up. Sesshoumaru nodded. "Put him through."
Kaede bowed and then stepped out. After few seconds a light began to blink on the desk phone and Sesshoumaru pressed the button, putting Naraku through.
"Naraku."
"Ah Heika..."
"Bastard!"
"And I hear Kouga is there with you." Naraku chuckled.
"You bastard! You stole our collection!"
"I don't know what you are bellowing about Kouga-kun. But I'm terribly sorry if such thing happened. I know how it feels to lose months of work just like that."
"What do you want, Naraku?"
"See you."
"Out of the question."
"Sesshoumaru, I'm sorry to hear about your misfortune but the fashion industry is a cutthroat business. You must never leave your designs out of your sight."
"As you proven."
"And I will have you mother fucking head for it! Even for you this is all time low." Sesshoumaru held up his hand to stop Kouga for saying more. His blue eyes darkened so much in rage that they appeared obsidian.
"Since I declined your request was there anything else you wanted, Naraku?"
"Why is that, Heika? Family affairs calling you elsewhere and leaving you with no time to catch up with an old friend?" Sesshoumaru didn't take the bait and left the question hanging. "Alright, alright be tight lipped about it but if we meet maybe we can reach some kind of understanding..."
"Where?"
"The Red Feather. Ten tonight and I promise you will make it home just in time to tuck your daughter in," Naraku laughed before hanging up the phone.
"That mother fucker. I'm going to kill him."
"Leave it for another time. We have other pressing matters. Call everyone in. We need ideas for a new collection."
"What are you saying? Are we going to let this shit slide?!"
"Yes."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that. We have no choice, Kouga. We have three days to complete a new collection."
"Fuck!"

Past
"Uhm...interesting..." The man said and moved in closer. Sesshoumaru resisted the urge to roll his eyes and continued to sketch out the idea that had popped up his mind. "So, you ignoring me today?"
"I have nothing to say."
"Ah, he speaks..." The man chuckled and moved in even closer. Close enough for Sesshoumaru to catch the scent of his cologne. Mint and citrus. "I think a crossover by the neck is a good idea but instead of four buttons perhaps one or two big golden buttons with your signature would be better. That way the design would appear more interesting and original." The man had spoken directly into his ear and this caused Sesshoumaru's focus to shatter into pieces. The design disappearing along with it.
Sesshoumaru snapped his golden gaze at the man and he laughed. "Why are you upset? I was only giving you friendly advice."
"I didn't ask for it."
"No, you didn't...but I couldn't help myself."
Sesshoumaru felt how his restraint was being tested. He figured he humoured the fool seeing how he had been showing up at the park more often recently. He would always arrive shortly after he did and take a seat at a table facing him and just stare. "What do you want?"
"You are not going to ask my name?"
"It's irrelevant."
"Aww, you hurt my feelings,"
"Again. Irrelevant."
"Well since I know you are Sesshoumaru Taishou. My name is Naraku Shidehara."
Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed. "How do you know my name?"
"Who doesn't know the Taishou clan?" Naraku chuckled and pulled out the chair next to Sesshoumaru before he sat down. Without asking or being offered the seat. He saw it bothered Sesshoumaru and just grinned lopsidedly at him. "The Taishou are legendary known for their beauty and you, Heika, are beautiful."
"Is that why you have been watching me?"
"I collect beautiful things. Shard jewels that need to be brought back together." His eyelids lowered over his scarlet eyes. The colour darkened and got richer when he reached out and played with the tips of Sesshoumaru's hair. "So soft...magnificent..."
"Are you done?"
Naraku glanced up, his scarlet eyes capturing Sesshoumaru's eyes before he looked away and removed his hand. "Forgive me, Heika. I overstepped my boundaries."
"And now that you are done, what was it you wanted?"
"I want to offer you a job."
"A job?"
"A job," Naraku quoted him with a lopsided grin. His scarlet eyes moved to Sesshoumaru's open notebook. The abandoned design stared up at them from the white sheet. Sesshoumaru's mouth tightened at the reminder and he shut the book. "You like designing and I own a fashion house."
"Seeing you know who I am. You know I will decline."
"I figured as the eldest son you are going to take over the family business when you are old enough, right?" Naraku tilted his head back and stared up at the skyscrapers. Their peaks reached towards the blue sky. "Even before you have begun to live your life, it has already been dictated by others. I'm offering you a way out. Freedom."
"Hn, freedom kah?"
"Freedom to do whatever you want, Heika."
"For what price?"
Naraku turned his scarlet eyes back at him and grinned widely when the air picked up his hair, fanning it into the wind. "No charge, Heika. Just being in your presence is payment enough."
Sesshoumaru smirked and looked away. His eyes were drawn to the skyscrapers.
Freedom to whatever he wanted...was such thing possible?
At the time Sesshoumaru would have answered no but Naraku proved him differently.

Present
"You are late."
"Naraku."
Naraku looked away from the dance floor seen from the VIP and shot Sesshoumaru his familiar lopsided grin. Sesshoumaru walked towards the shadowed corner where he was seated and took a seat opposite him. All the while Naraku watched him closely like he always did. "You look the same."
"Likewise." And Sesshoumaru was truthful. He hadn't seen Naraku in ten years but it seemed like time had been kind. His skin was still white as snow and youthful. Not a wrinkle in sight. Naraku's black hair was thick and wavy, tumbling over his shoulders except for the part he had pulled back in a ponytail.
Naraku's grin widened, flashing white teeth when he noticed Sesshoumaru's silent observation. "Kanna. Bring us something to drink."
"Hai, Naraku-sama."
"I'm driving."
"Indulge me."
"What do you want, Naraku?"
"I told you. I wanted to see you."
"No, you didn't. I don't have the time or patience for your games."
Naraku chuckled when Kanna returned with a tray. She placed it down and picked up the sake bottle ready to pour when Naraku stopped her. "Leave us."
"Hai, Naraku-sama." Kanna bowed and disappeared.
Naraku leaned forward and poured sake into two porcelain bowls. He sat the sake bottle down and reached for one of the bowls. His eyes stayed locked with Sesshoumaru when he brought the bowl to his lips and tipped it over. "Mhm, I like this sake brand. It's your family, right?"
"No. The owner is a company client."
"Ah, that's right! You told me that."
"Naraku, why am I here?"
"It's rude not to share a drink with your host even if you are a Prince."
"Naraku."
"Even after all this time, you still impatient."
"I know you stole the designs from Miroku."
"Oh, is that so..."
"The only time the designs were out of my sight was when I sent them to Miroku so he could look at the pieces and choose which ones he wanted for the photo shoot and come up with an idea for the shoot."
"Last I heard he was very sick. Allergy is a nasty thing, don't you agree?" Naraku smirked and poured more sake into his bowl. He leaned back but instead of staring at Sesshoumaru, he turned his head away and watched the crowd gyrating to the music below. It was loud and pulsing. When Sesshoumaru first stepped into the club, he was hit with hard bass and synthesized beats that pummelled his ear channels and rattled his skull. The music was so damn loud that it nearly blew out his eardrums.
"If you have nothing to say I might as well leave."
"Without sharing a drink with me? Such manners, Heika..." Sesshoumaru glared daggers into the side of Naraku's face when he took a swig of his sake. Naraku watched him from the corner of his eye and then turned his head fully towards him when Sesshoumaru licked his lips and sat the bowl down. "How did it taste?"
"Why did you steal my designs?"
"You stole Kikyo from me and you don't hear me nagging about that."
"You dumped and abandoned Kikyo when her addiction became too much."
"And that makes everything alright?"
"You let her go, Naraku. Not me."
"If you take something of mine I will take something of yours."
"And that something was my collection?" Naraku only smirked, remaining silent. "So that's what this is about? Revenge?"
"I'm above pettiness."
"Hn, I beg to differ."
"I missed this," Naraku suddenly said. His tone and demeanour doing a one-eighty. Sesshoumaru regarded him coolly when he got up and rounded the inside of the booth, coming up on Sesshoumaru's left. He sat down next to him. "Sesshoumaru, the fashion show will take place. Three days from now."
"Then we are done talking."
"Why are you pretending to be mad? I know you. I know the challenge only excited you. It's forcing you to use your creativity to the fullest and come up with something amazing in three days," Naraku turned towards him and played with the tips of his hair. A thing he always did in the past. "So stop acting mad, Heika."
"What you did was wrong."
"But you will overcome it. I know you. I created you. Harnessed and nurtured that creativity of yours. You are mine."
Right there and then Sesshoumaru should have gotten up and left but like always something about Naraku kept him put. Even though Sesshoumaru befriended Naraku in his early teens, spent countless hours in his presence and worked closely with him over the years, he never got to know the man. The real Naraku Shidehara.
Sesshoumaru knew Naraku didn't desire him romantically or sexually. Naraku's desire was purely possessive. He always desired things he could never have. Take Kikyo for an instance. And that was one of his many traits that Sesshoumaru disliked. "I know you have to leave and return home to play house so here is a parting gift." Naraku lightly ran his hand over Sesshoumaru's cheek until he reached his chin and turned his face towards him, tilting his chin upwards.
Sesshoumaru watched the older man get closer and something that had never happened before happened. His stomach began to feel uneasy and tight. His pulse raced when he was suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling and Naraku dipped a kiss on his lips. It was soft at first but then Naraku applied more pressure, swept his tongue over his lower lip. The image of Kara suddenly popped up in Sesshoumaru's mind and the feeling got worse. He pulled away and got up. "You will regret this, Naraku."
"Hardly. I look forward to the show."
"Goodbye Naraku."
"Goodbye, Heika."
Sesshoumaru walked away from Naraku and the unsettling feeling wouldn't go away. It attacked his guts and left him feeling guilty-
Nonsense! Guilty of what? This Sesshoumaru has done nothing wrong!
And with that thought, Sesshoumaru left the Red Feather.

Sesshoumaru finally reached home after a long, shitty day. He opened the front door and headed straight upstairs. Tomorrow was going to be a longer and shitter day so he needed all the sleep he could get.
He opened the door to the master bedroom, shrugging off his jacket. He hung it over a chair when he glanced at the bed.
Kara was lying there, asleep.
He unbuttoned the first three buttons and removed the cufflinks. He placed them on the side table and sat down on the bed. Still unbuttoning his shirt, he watched Kara in her sleep when she moaned, moved a little and opened her eyes. "Hey...you are home. How did the meeting go?"
"It was pointless."
"So he denies that he stole your collection?"
"Hn, pretty much but we both know."
"I'm sorry." Kara blinked and stared up at him with tired dark eyes when she reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze.
His reaction was instant. A heat current surged through his system causing his entire body to heat up and melt. And it was in that moment Sesshoumaru realized something. His plan had backfired. He could continue lie to himself and say he simply needed to fuck Kara out of his system until he was bored of her but he wasn't that much of a fool. Somehow Kara had wedged herself deeper underneath his skin this time and there was no getting out. She had hooked him and good.
Just like when we were kids.
Sesshoumaru moved away from Kara with that realization flashing like a big neon sign in his mind and got up. "Where are you going?"
"I will be back. There is something I need to do. Go back to sleep."
"Okay. See you later." Kara smiled and got comfortable amongst the pillows.
Sesshoumaru watched her until her eyes closed then left the bedroom. He travelled few metres down the hall until he reached a door and stepped inside the guestroom. Only it wasn't really a guestroom. This room was empty except for a single bed and Yuki sleeping in it. He walked over to the bed and picked up the kicked cover from the floor.
Just like her mother.
Sesshoumaru placed the cover over Yuki and tucked her in. He sat down and ran a hand over her hair when Yuki moved. Disturbed in her sleep. Shortly after Sesshoumaru left the hospital Inuyasha had persisted that they did the paternal test anyway. The whole point was to see who Yuki's father was and Inuyasha argued they didn't need Sesshoumaru's blood to do that. Kara agreed, wanting the test over and done with when she got home and was ambushed by reporters. Things got out of hand and left Yuki really shaken up. But things didn't stop there. All morning Ayame had been getting angry phone calls from upset neighbours. Accusing her for being the reason there were reporters outside their home, disturbing the peace and threatened to call the police.
So when Kara called him earlier today to let him know she and Yuki were checking into a hotel because Ayame didn't need the added stress right before the wedding, Sesshoumaru opted against the idea and told Kara - more like ordered her - to bring herself and Yuki to his place. Luckily Jaken had gotten hold of a bed and placed it in the guestroom but other then that the room was bare and didn't fit a child. "That will change, Cho." Sesshoumaru heard him say and went still.
What did that mean? Did that mean he wanted Yuki to become a serious part of his life?
If someone had asked him few days ago, Sesshoumaru would have said no and pointed out that Yuki probably wasn't his since they looked nothing alike. Her skin was darker then he assumed it would be and resembled Inuyasha's more. Even her hair was dark silver. Not like his, nearly white. That was before he spent a whole day with Yuki and got to know her. It was then Sesshoumaru saw more of him in her and his features. Sesshoumaru was sure once Yuki got older their shared features would become clearer.
Without knowing it, a smile spread across Sesshoumaru's face when he tried to picture a grownup Yuki with his cheekbones and feline eyes.
Sesshoumaru stroked Yuki's hair back and bent down to rest his cheek on her forehead. "Yoi yume o, Cho." He got up, ready to leave when he kicked something.
Sesshoumaru furrowed and bent down to see what it was. He picked up a book and flipped the pages. He straightened himself while he saw it was a fairytale about demons and magic. Sesshoumaru flipped more through it and suddenly an idea sprung to his mind.
He hurriedly left Yuki and re-entered the master bedroom. He went for his jacket and searched for his cell. He pulled it out and scrolled for Kouga's name. The phone found it and he dialled the number up. "What..."
"Kouga, I have an idea for the new collection."
"That's great because I can't come up with anything except for shit, shit and more shit."
"I want everyone to be called in for tomorrow's meeting."
"By everyone, you mean everyone?"
"Yes. Sex a.m. No sooner."
"Roger." Kouga hung up.
"Sesshoumaru, what's up? What have you come up with?" Kara asked tiredly from the bed.
Sesshoumaru turned just in time to see her sit up, rubbing her eyes. "It wasn't me. It was Yuki." Sesshoumaru looked away from her and stared at the pictures inside the book.
You want a challenge, Naraku. You are going to get one.

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