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A First Time For Everything	By : MiztikalDragon Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Rin > Sessh?maru/Rin Views: 18537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Diclaimer: Why must I keep stating the obvious? We all know I do not own anything here, besides the endless rambling of a poor woman... If I owned, nobody would have loved it as much :)

Yay! I had this idea while I was driving home and this song started playing. I've been wanting to do a story based off this song for a long time and by the time I got home, I couldn't get to my computer fast enough. I'm surprised it took me less than three hours to finish it.

Like most of my stories, this story is best while listening to the song that inspired it. I believe you truly get the setting of the story with the flow of the music.

"Hammers and Strings" Jack’s Mannequin

He was not the type to believe in coincidences. Was not the type to believe in tall tales of fate or destiny, because to him, all they were were fictional stories. He controlled whether or not he drove to work, or picked up a turkey sandwich on rye and a glass of iced tea for lunch. There was no cosmic force, or unseen creature pulling the red-strings of life, only choices and their consequences. Everything else was only childish beliefs of people not wanting to come to terms with reality. Selfish people who refused to take responsibility for their actions.

At one point he had even thought himself able to explain religion down to a science, although that had been during his more adolescent days. Now he did not debate the topics he felt were correct, did not challenge any person’s naïve ignorance, it was futile anyway. He cared not for the words of others, they could not prove anything he did not already know himself, did not give him an insight he had not found already in a text book or research he, himself had already done.

His father once tried persuading him to go into the field of fact checking, that his obsessive thoroughness was an easy cash-cow; however, what was the sense of spending the rest of his life correcting other people’s mistakes? Might as well get his doctorate in psychology and set up his own practice, it would bring in the same, if not more money if it were his goal. Never in his life had he ever been called a good Samaritan, he doubted he ever would be and that was truly okay for him. He refused to help people who would not help themselves first, and to him that was practically everybody. Everyone else did not need him for help.

And it were those choices he made that lead him to an empty house on a Friday night feeding a cat that needed exercise and a dog that needed a horse tranquilizer when he could have been at home relaxing. His younger brother was out of town and he had offered, as a wedding present, to check in on the animals for the four weeks of his brother’s honeymoon. He scoffed at the idea. Four weeks, who needed that long for a honeymoon that would surely end in divorce anyway?

All the lights in the house were off, the glowing screen of the television lulling him into a light daze. The day had been a long one, one he admitted to feeling as if he’d been repeating it for the last two months. His life was a endless routine and he was stuck on a track with a circular path, never ending. Infinite. He chocked his more apparent moodiness with the rut he was in, thus his choice in pet-sitting for a brother he cared little about. It was his choice.

A sound woke him from his light slumber, soft and almost soothing and he turned the television off trying to figure out where it had come from. His first thought had been the movie playing on the large flat-screen mounted on the crème colored wall, but when darkness surrounded him, he could still hear the faint jingle of crying.

It was eerie given the time of night and the echo from the hardwood floors and silently he rose to his feet, his hair swishing at his hips as he strained to hear better. The dog was outside, the cat asleep on the couch and though he did not believe in ghosts and poltergeists, his first thought had been the house was haunted and it embarrassed him.

He followed it, his heart pounding heavily in his chest, this mysterious sound of crying and reaching the room where it originated he found himself at a loss. The room was large, the only room with carpeting and it was white like snow. He heeled out of his shoes, leaving the expensive loafers on the hardwood floor as he ventured forward. The room itself was not something he had been expecting in his brother’s home. Small hand painted flowers lined the walls, dancing across the corners and circling around the white ceiling fan that rotated quietly.

There was no furniture besides the oak desk which held a computer and a large pair of speakers, a small white piano, and a child sized twin bed against the wall opposite. The sheets were white as well, pristine and unwrinkled and he wondered if it had even been used, though from the looks of it, his answer should have been no. There was no light switch, just a small novelty lamp beside the computer monitor and it took his eyes a moment to adjust to the room around him.

"Hello?" his voice echoed and immediately the crying stopped.

"InuYasha is that you?" a woman’s voice sniffled softly grabbing his attention by the familiarity of it. "I can’t see you…"

"Where are you hiding?" He asked curtly in no mood for nonsense as he surveyed the room around him.

"Please," she whispered brokenly, making his heart twinge in pain from her tone. "Please, turn on the monitor, I can’t see you."

His gaze landed on the desk and hesitantly, he reached over and pressed the power button. The screen was slow to turn on, the gray hazy snow hurting his eyes when it suddenly flashed on. This was not what he had been expecting to find, not when it came to his younger brother and to saw he was shocked was an understatement. The only window open was expanded to fit the entire screen, an online web-chat he told himself staring at the woman on the screen.

"You’re not InuYasha," her hand flew onto the screen as it delicately wiped her nose and brushed the fallen tears from her cheeks.

"No," he found himself replying, lowering himself into the oddly comfortable chair. "He and his wife are on their honeymoon."

This was not a woman in front of him, but a child he chastised himself. She appeared to be in her mid-to late teens, her chin length hair dark falling around her in choppy layers. It was messy as if she had been asleep, the pale flesh around her brilliant green eyes red and puffy. He half expected to see endless trails of black, running make-up, but there was only uninterrupted, unblemished pale flesh. Her face still held the chubby face of a toddler, her neck long and slender, rather disproportioned to the width of her shoulders.

She was not beautiful, not by society standards, yet it was intense feel of her almond shaped eyes and the roundness of her full lips that gave her an exotic appearance. He had no doubt that she would grown into her looks in her twenties, early thirties and she’d surpass the set statistics and boundaries of what was considered attractive

"Oh," her face fell further, her reply emotionless and it struck him as odd. Could a child that appeared to radiate emotions lack it somehow?

"How do you know InuYasha?" He asked curiously, ignoring the urge to rest his chin against his palm.

Her eyes filled with tears, the clear moisture slipping down her cheeks before disappearing underneath her chin. Her entire body seemed to tremble, her teeth pulling on her bottom lip and sending warmth flooring through his body. Desire swirled in his abdomen from the innocent action, shortening his breath and sending adrenaline rushing throughout his body. It procured not so innocent thoughts in his mind, her mouth and the possibilities and he mentally cursed himself as he felt himself stiffen.

"I’m his friend," she sounded hurt, but by what he did not know. "I’m Rin."

Even the name was familiar to him, as if he had heard it in passing a few times over the years and it unnerved him more than her distraught looks. The room behind her was an exact replica of what was behind him, down to the faint flowers he could see painted on the white walls, the shadows surrounding her making it a little difficult to see. Her hands battled against more of the falling tears and an urge to pull her into his arms bubbled up from his chest surprising him even more than her sudden appearance.

"Rough night?" He asked softly, trying in vain to get his eyes from following her ever move, the tight spaghetti strap shirt showing off more skin he felt appropriate for a girl as young as her should be allowed to wear.

The watery sad smile she gave him nodding her strengthened his need to hold her. He never prided himself as one to hold small talk, not when he lacked the patience for it, but as the minutes continued to pass, he found himself enthralled with pointless topics thrown between them. It was odd that people would communicate back and forth over the internet when they were capable of picking up a phone for conversation; however, he did not mind as much as he thought he had. Hours came and went until he convinced Rin to lay down on the small twin mattress, her unspoken vulnerability stabbing at him like a thousand knives.

The connection shut off in the early hours of the morning and he slowly trudged his way back into the living room where he stretched out on the oversized plush couch and drifted off into sleep. His dreams were erratic and full of color, they were dreams he had never experienced and he was jolted from them with the shrill screaming of his cellular phone laying on the coffee table a mere foot in front of him.

"Hello?" his throat was raw, sounding as horrible as he felt.

"Sesshomaru?" His brother’s voice floated into his eyes, instantly jolting him to consciousness.

"Who is this teenager named Rin who video-conferences you in the middle of the night little brother?" Sesshomaru couldn’t keep the words from slipping from his mouth before he could censor them.

Dead air met him for a few moments and he felt his eyebrows raised curiously as he listened to the heavy breathing of his brother over the phone. "Rin?"

"Does Kagome know about her?"

"Sesshomaru," InuYasha sounded calm and the seriousness of his tone was not something Sesshomaru had heard in a long time. "Rin is no teenager. We’ve known her for years."

"Explain," he would have recognized her if he had known her and since he had not, then Sesshomaru did not know her personally.

"Geez," InuYasha breathed heavily, no doubt running his hands over his face like their father used to when he was upset. "You went to high school with me, she’s only a few years younger than us. Sesshomaru I can’t believe you don’t remember her, she spent most of her life at dad’s house during the summer."

Sesshomaru forced his mind to think about his adolescent years and though it felt vague the woman he had spent hours talking to the night before was not the same person who InuYasha was speaking of. The girl he remembered had brown hair that out measured his own long hair, she had been an upbeat and carefree thing, one of those artsy types that ran around in cargo pants or overalls with one pant leg rolled up to the knee. Sesshomaru did not think it was possible for such a person to take a complete three-hundred and sixty degree personality spin into the depressed woman he met.

"No--"

"Yes," his brother interrupted impatiently. "Trust me, it’s the same girl."

"What is wrong with her?" Sesshomaru did not know why he cared, only that a part of him did and it bothered him.

InuYasha’s bitter laugh sent chills down Sesshomaru’s spine. "Lots of things," another heavy sigh left InuYasha’s lips before he continued. "She has problems Sesshomaru, lots of problems and Kagome and I try to help her work around her stress, but really, she’s lost the will to live and our conferences are just our way of making sure she’s still alive."

"What do you mean?"

"I seriously can’t believe you don’t remember her," there was venom in InuYasha’s tone, it made him feel guilty. "What I mean is Rin is on many different medications to keep herself balanced because she can no longer live in the real world. She’s unstable and because I’ve known her for so long and as a favor to Sango and Miroku I keep an eye on her. I’m the only person she has seen in the last four years."

"Why?"

"Well aren’t you Mr. Twenty questions today," Sesshomaru growled into the phone warning InuYasha as the fat cat rubbed against his leg demanding to be petted. "Okay, okay, don’t get your panties in a wad Sesshomaru. Seven years ago she married Sango’s little brother Kohaku and they had a little boy, you were there at the christening. Well almost five years ago Kohaku and their boy were murdered in a home invasion by some thugs looking for some quick cash. They tortured her Sesshomaru, beat Kohaku in front of her and when they realized there was nothing worth taking, nothing worth fetching a price, they smothered her three year old, and left her and Kohaku to die.’

"They were supposed to be going camping for the weekend and when Kohaku and Rin did not come into work, they sent someone over to check on them. They found Rin tied to a chair, barely alive. Kohaku died of blood loss and several serious concussions. She lost everything Sesshomaru, everything and she may not have physically died, but she’s might as well be."

Sesshomaru was speechless. Was Rin really the girl he had known growing up? Was InuYasha speaking the truth or was he just pulling a cruel joke to see how Sesshomaru reacted? There were so many emotions running through him Sesshomaru did not know where to begin sorting them out. How could someone come back from a trauma as horrible as that? To be helpless to defend your family and forced to watch them die in front of you. It made him shudder to think of something equivalent happening to himself. He did not hold anything as dear to him to destroy him if he lost it. He did not care about anything enough to know that kind of pain.

"Sesshomaru," InuYasha spoke quietly, a pleading tone in his voice. "Please do me a favor. If Rin logs on while your there and messages me, don’t ignore her. She has more bad days than good, most I’m not sure she remembers too well. If it’s bad, just play the piano in the corner, it seems to clam her a bit. I never thought all those years of being forced to play would come in handy, but it does."

"I will," they said a few more words before hanging up and as Sesshomaru placed his phone back onto the coffee table an idea popped came him that he could not ignore. If it was the piano music that soothed Rin as much as InuYasha claimed, then he would play for her.

Swiftly Sesshomaru rose to his feet and headed back to the white room where Rin would be able to find him later like he felt she would. He had an itching to do something for her, something that would, he hoped, bring back a smile close to the one he was beginning to remember her being capable of. He wanted to bring her back to life, to be something she lived for if she had nothing to live for. It was a scary thought, one that he labeled as irrational and possibly a tad crazy, but he wanted to please her. He would write her a lullaby and show her that even in the darkness, there was a light. He would give her something to believe in.

E/N: OOC? Maybe, but I really love playing around with Sesshomaru's point of view. It's always entertaining. I should do more...
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