Shuffle

***This is the threesome/double penetration chapter!***
***There's an illustration I drew for this chapter over at Red Curtain, you can see it at:

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Sango moved about the foyer in a rush, a thousand and one things racing through her mind. She went down her checklist of things she was bringing on the road trip to Nashville, being sure that nothing she needed would be left behind. Once she was done with her list, she checked the boys' lists with them individually. Miroku was loading the back of the van as each child was cleared from the house. Finally, Sango was ready to go and pick up Kagome. She drug her overnight bag out to her husband, saving him a trip back to the house. "That's everyone and everything. I really wish you were coming with us, honey," she said as she kissed him on the cheek.

"Really it's alright Sango. I'm not all that interested in the Rockettes. And besides, that place is country capital of the world, I can't see a headbanger like myself enjoying the place."

She laughed. "That's true, you'd certainly stick out blaring your Judas Priest and Motorhead in a place that worships Conway Twitty, Patsy Cline and Loreta Lynn."

Miroku gave a shiver of disgust. "I'll take Detroit Rock City any day." He shut the doors at the back of the van and then hugged his wife close to him, although he had to admit, at least to himself, that their hugs and kisses between each other were beginning to feel a little awkward to him. It wasn't that he wasn't sharing these same things with Sango as he always had, it was that he began to feel as if he were cheating on Rin instead of the other way around. Gods, what have I gotten myself into, he wondered as Sango sought to taste of his coffee breath before piling into the driver's seat.

He gently pulled away from her, opened the side door and yelled at his sons, "You listen to your momma! Stay close to her and behave. If I heard of anyone acting like a dumbass I'm going to ground you until the beginning of next school year, got it?" The six boys nodded back. "Good. Izumi, I know you'll be a perfect angel as always, I give you full spanking rights in my place." His daughter smiled over her shoulder at her brothers, who all promptly rolled their eyes. "Now have a good time, don't run at the hotel, and if you go swimming in the pool be mindful of others around you." He slammed the door shut and helped Sango in. "Be careful. Call when you get there, if nothing else leave me a message and I'll call ya back, okay?"

"Rin's got a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning, she knows where it is, just make sure she gets there and gets that cough looked at." Good, Rin's fake cough was believable enough that Sango had made her a doctor's appointment. She gave him a serious look. "Please, Miroku," she said, dropping her voice so her children couldn't hear, "don't do anything you shouldn't with her."

Alarms went off inside his head. Luckily though, it wasn't the first time that had happened in his life, and he rolled gently with the punches, keeping his face calm and surprised. "Really, Sango? Because I thought it was totally cool to bang this girl who is sort of like my fuckin' daughter." They only stared at each other for a moment before he continued. "That part of my life is over, has been for a long time. I don't think I'll have a relapse in the next twenty four hours."

Sango looked at her feet. "I'm sorry Miroku. Maybe my mind is looking for something to be there. I just feel like you favor her over your own kids."

Ouch. He hadn't thought about that. He had been spending a lot of time with her, helping her catch up on the work she'd been missing at school, teaching her how to play World of Warcraft, sometimes with her in his lap, grinding steadily on top of his half erection, all while his sons battled over the X-Box. He'd bring her meals to her room, only chancing a quick rendezvous at dinner when everyone would be preoccupied and wouldn't notice his five to ten minute absences.

"On top of that you speak to her in Jap, and I never know what it is you're really saying to her, because I know you'd never tell me if you were flirting with her, or worse…"

He glared at her, more angry with himself however than her. "If you're so worried about it take her. Or stay here and let Kagome and Izumi handle the boys in Nashville. I've got nothing to hide from you Sango. It insults me that you're standing here telling me this shit right before you leave town." He was struggling to keep his voice down. "I've got to get to work, I don't have time to stand here and defend myself against your unfounded accusations." He turned and stomped over to the hatch back, got in and slammed the door hard, watching from his rear-view mirror as she climbed sadly into the van. Sango buckled her seatbelt and then put the van in reverse, let him back out, and then they both left out of the neighborhood, he turning right to head to his office, peeling away from Sango with a squeal of the tires and she turning left in the direction of Kagome's.

In the meantime, Miroku was sweating heavily inside his leather coat. "Jesus fuckin' Christ," he mumbled as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the hidden compartment in the console. He was cracking under the pressure, and the school year was only half over, his affair just barely begun. He was sure if Rin was sent home, the authorities would be involved and he would be thrown in jail, probably have to be one of those registered sex offenders that would cause his family to be evicted from their gated community, and that was only if Sango didn't try to kill him before any of that happened. The push-button lighter in the car popped out, and he lit the cancer stick with a few short puffs as he touched the end of it to the glaring red coils. He cracked the window and took a deep drag, Feeling the toxins go to work in his body as he calmed minutely and settled himself enough to turn the radio on. Nothing but commercials as always. He jammed his finger on the CD button, and the car was filled with the sound of Mick Mars shredding up a Motley Crue song called Sticky Sweet. This only made him think of Rin so he pushed the next track button as he waited for the light to change. Next song was AC/DC's "The Girl's Got Rhythm" another reminder of his little concubine. "Dammit, there's gotta be something on here that doesn't remind me of Rin," he growled. Finally he settled on the Ozzy song, "Fire in the Sky."

He made it to the firm's office, feigning a bad cough. He'd planned to give Rin a few hours to herself to do whatever she felt she needed to do before they began their sexual escapade under InuYasha's watchful gaze, which in itself was nothing new. Hell, InuYasha had shared Kikyo with him once or twice and it didn't bother him at all, but somehow what he had with Rin was so special and different; he only hoped this wouldn't change things between him and his young lover. Miroku sat at his desk, pretending to be practically dying while he drew in the electrical plan for the third floor office of the project he was working on. Finally, after he was sure Rin would be awake, he told his supervisor he would simply have to come in over the weekend and finish up. He had plenty of time, and the electrical plan was fairly simple and straightforward. He'd already finished most of it while he was faking his hacking cough. That smoke he'd had early that morning seemed to help with the believability of it, as he didn't smoke regularly. And of course he smoked full flavor smokes, Camels to be exact, and on top of that they were unfiltered. Miroku was a glutton for punishment.

He nearly got a ticket on the way home, stopping at the drug store to pick up some camcorder tapes and a "Pleasure Pack", an assortment of different lubrications made by the geniuses at KY Jelly. The look on the cashier's face was priceless as he asked if they carried those real metal toy handcuffs. His obviously obscene assortment of goodies purchased, he made his way back to his house, only to find InuYasha already there and with a shit ton of cool accessories from his own perverted love nest, a shitty little studio apartment that he paid for out of his unused college trust fund that he and Kikyo shared when she was in town.

"Hey pervert, it's about time you got here. Help me get this pole out of the truck."

"Pole?" Miroku asked as he came in and sat his purchases on the island in the kitchen. He heard the stereo in Rin's room, cranked to some Japanese techno thing.

"Yeah I got one of those portable poles like they have at the strip club. It's like a tension rod but it goes between the floor and the ceiling." His silver hair was tied back and he was giddy as a little kid.

"She won't like it, but okay." Miroku grinned at his friend's enthusiasm.

InuYasha stood and sighed. "You continue to doubt me! Would ya just trust me for once?"

Miroku shook his head. "Alright, whatever you say, man." He looked at all the junk piled by the door, an assortment of duffle bags and boxes. "Fuck, what all did you bring with you?"

InuYasha smirked. "Everything I need to make my first feature porno."

"Several cameras I assume?"

"Oh hell yeah! I bet Bill Gates wasn't counting on me when he made Windows Movie Maker!"

Miroku laughed heartily. "Fuckin' pervert! I love you!" He smooched InuYasha's cheek.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Any room that's off limits? I'm gonna get the first set up ready."

InuYasha was surveying the formal living room with his fingers tapping at his chin.

"Just the kids' rooms. Anywhere else is game. Well, except the dining room because that's just gross."

"You lack perspective. I can picture a whole scene there, her spread for you on a serving platter and you holding her little pussy open with a fork and knife as you slurp away inside her."

Miroku's eyes closed. "Fine, just be sure to put down a table cloth or something. I'm gonna go find her, see what she's up to, then I'm gonna get in the shower. You got everything you need out of the truck?"

"Yup, locking the front door now. Don't worry, I'll close all the blinds in a sec. I got this, I just hope you remembered your stamina pills today." InuYasha was setting a duffle bag down in the kitchen, apparently it was the one with the cameras in it as he didn't simply fling it like the other things he'd brought in.

"Don't you worry about that friend, I can go at least three times before we have to stop."

"I can go four!" he called as Miroku marched up the stairs.

"Whatever, I'll be back in a minute." He knocked on Rin's door, the blaring music was instantly turned down and then she opened it, standing in only a t-shirt that did not cover her bare lower half.

"I could have been InuYasha, you shouldn't just come to the door like that," he said as he took in the sight of her.

"Pfft, like that matters, he's going to see me completely bare in less than an hour anyways." She sighed as his hands slid down to cup her ass. "Besides, I knew it was you, I know the sound of your footsteps." He squeezed her plush behind. "Mmm, I love how your hands feel there."

"I hope you love how other things will feel there as well," he said against her skin.

"I can't wait to find out what you and your friend have planned for me," she cooed. "I saw he had a bunch of things with him."

Tired of her butchering of the English language, he slipped into comfy Jap with her, "Apparently he thinks you're going to be the next major porno star. But I wonder where that will leave me when you get famous." He was already painfully erect, wondering how in the hell he was going to hold out before InuYasha was ready to tape.

"Trust me Miroku, I plan on taking you with me whatever happens." She tilted her face up and captured his lips, a soft caress that caused her lover to grunt quietly and embrace her. When she moved back from him and put her forehead on his, she whispered, "I'll even drag you back to Japan with me."

"And I'd gladly go." Yep, this was the A-train to hell for sure. Miroku grabbed his one way ticket and climbed aboard. "I've got to get a shower in, are you ready for our play day?"

She nodded, breaking free from his embrace and grabbing a pair of panties out of her chest of drawers, stepping lightly into them. "I'm going to grab a bite to eat while you're bathing."

"Let me know if InuYasha does something inappropriate to you, I'll kick his fucking head in," Miroku said as he stripped right there in the hallway and threw his clothes in the hamper.

She laughed. "I really like him, he's so silly! Another person my father would totally be disgusted by. And I can handle him, just get your shower so we can get started, I'm more than ready to begin," she said as she eyed him with unmistakable lust. He grinned as he turned to go to his bathroom.

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They'd spent the first part of the day planning out and "rehearsing", then filming various scenes. Miroku had cum twice already, and Rin laid completely limp across his lap as InuYasha was trying to decide on the last epic shot for his homemade movie. He sat down in a chair opposite of his sweaty amateur stars.

"Well, the only way I can think of to end this is an anal scene." He cracked open a fresh beer and took a long drink. Miroku stroked Rin's hair as she dozed lightly across his legs. She sighed quietly, kissed the top of his thigh and then settled back into him under his touch.

"We haven't done that yet, it will be her first time," Miroku said with a tired voice. He'd actually been quite surprised with InuYasha's professionalism. His perverted friend had been quite helpful in guiding Rin into some of the more graphic positions, had helped to keep them 'in character' throughout the filming, being certain that no one's real name was ever called out, and he'd managed to watch Miroku and Rin engage in their sexual activities without becoming aroused or simply reduced to drooling at Rin's perfect young body. InuYasha was viewing the experience the way an artist regards a nude model. It was a sexual act but it was not sex to him; it was his way of sculpting the nude statue, and that was why he was able to look at his models the way he did. Miroku really kind of enjoyed his presence, unlike the times he and InuYasha shared Kikyo, this was completely different… different like war was different from murder: people die either way, but one seems more honorable and the other seems more cruel.

"If it's her first time that's all the reason I need to film it. I'm sure you'd like to have that memory on film, right Rin?"

Rin only gave a sleepy, "Uh-huh," as Miroku continued to stroke her hair and her back.

"Rin's special ya know, Miroku. I think ya better find some way to hang on to her." His amber colored eyes were sparkling, deviously hatching some kind of plot in his brain. "Wonder if there's a way she can tell the exchange office she doesn't want to go back, that she'd like to attend college here and would just like to send for her things? She'll be eighteen by the time the school year is out, which would make her a legal adult, at least in the States anyway. Wonder if she could apply for citizenship…"

"Let's concern ourselves with that another day," Miroku said as he nudged Rin awake. "If you want to film this last scene let's get on with it, we wanna get some sleep."

InuYasha thought for a moment. "Alright, let's go to the pole." The three of them made their way to where InuYasha had place the long metal rod, in the formal living room in front of the full and luxuriant drapes. He moved the cameras around and then put Rin next to the pole, telling her what his 'vision' was.

"Here, let's handcuff you to it… there. All you have to do, well… may I show you?" he asked as he knelt before her. Rin nodded and he gently pulled her bare sex apart, eliciting his first non-professional noise in the form of a quiet whimper. She smiled at him but did not demand he release her.

"You uh, pull yourself open, like this… Then uh, you'll want to uh, grind against the metal till you… till you get your clit to rub against the metal…" He was staring at her pinkness, inches away from where his friend had already plundered. He gulped audibly. InuYasha could not deny his obvious hard on, wouldn't have anyway because he was always proud of such things. But it was obvious he meant to be a strict professional and not cheapen this experience for anyone involved, despite that the experience was an illicit love affair being taped for a private, if not feature, film. "And then Miroku will come in and coat himself in your… sweet…" he saw the light glisten in her new moistness and he nearly came apart altogether. "Gods… I'm sorry, you get the picture."

Rin giggled as InuYasha got to his feet and turned away from them, embarrassed and ashamed that he let Rin's perfect pussy unravel him so completely. "Aww, InuYasha, it's alright!" She looked over at her lover. "Miroku, would it be okay if he got to have a little fun with us?"

"I want what you want Rin. If you decide to let him have a taste of yourself that's your business." Inside Miroku was unsure of how to feel. He knew she was aware of how the two perverted friends had played with Kikyo, and was delighted that she didn't find that gross or wrong. He was proud of her open mindedness. But at the same time, he felt so completely possessive of her, not wanting to share her with anyone else. Then he would feel guilty for partaking in any of this at all, and felt that maybe her wanting to include InuYasha would be a good way to pawn her off to someone else so he could focus on his family and his wife and forget about this affair. For the moment though, his curiosity was about to win out, and he grinned thinking that maybe she would be open to the both of them taking her at once. "Hey InuYasha, If you let me take her from behind I'll let you have the front. It'll be like old times with Kikyo."

They looked at InuYasha, who had not turned back to face them. He stood stock still, appearing to stare a hole into the floor. "You don't have to do that for me, I should not have gotten so close to her." He was upset at himself for breaking his professional exterior. Of course he planned to beat off in the bathroom once they'd gone to bed, but to lose his composure, and right in front of them… Failure was the word that continued to run through his mind.

"InuYasha, quit with that shit and get over here!" Rin cried out happily. He turned to face her and saw she was smiling and holding her hand out to him. "Come on, it's fine! You're kinda cute when you're all red faced ya know…" He looked at his feet again, a sheepish grin forming on his lips. He took her hand and walked to her.

"Really guys, you don't have to do this, I'll be fine after you go to bed." Rin slid her bare arm around his back and pulled him close for a kiss, just as Miroku set the first camera to tape. InuYasha was soon lost in Rin's tiny mouth, tasting a dozen familiar flavors there, and trying to ignore the one that tasted of semen. Rin was still handcuffed to the pole, but it didn't matter, she was completely naked and had no clothing to shed, and it did provide a bit of kink to the shot.

"Can you take that itchy shirt off please?" Rin asked in a begging whine. InuYasha pulled back from her and pulled the ratty sweatshirt off and flung it blindly to some corner of the room. "And how about those dirty jeans, lose those too." InuYasha quickly kicked his sneakers off, heard Rin's grunt of approval as she noticed he'd gone commando as he dropped his jeans to the floor. "Uh-uh, socks off too," she said as he made to come back to her. He quickly jerked one foot up and then the other, yanking his socks off and tossing them in the direction of his shoes. "That's it, now come here…"

Rin had her back to the pole, its tubular length running down her spine and cradled in the crack of her ass. Her agile arms were over her head, gripping the metal for dear life. When InuYasha's mouth came down sweetly on her collarbone, she hissed, throwing her head back and to the side, gently holding the pole against her neck. He licked his way down to her breasts and she drew her leg up, her foot resting on the cool aluminum. When her nipple was taken by his wet mouth her back arched away from the pole as she groaned her pleasure to him. Suddenly she felt Miroku's hand grip her arm and hold it back from her, restraining her even further. His lips ghosted to her shoulder as InuYasha continued to she his appreciation to her by gently nipping at her dark pink nipples. Both lovers found their second wind in this new and exciting addition of their friend, and both were eager to begin this last and final shot together.

"Go down, please go down," she whispered, unsure of what to call him by, as he'd not been 'written' into the 'script', if such things existed for this little movie. Luckily though, InuYasha knew what his name would be.

"You can call me Ace, and trust me ma'am, I'm a trained professional in matters such as this." Miroku struggled not to laugh. InuYasha was in love with cheesy eighties hair metal. One of his favorite songs was "Cherry Pie" in which at some point the singer claims to be a trained professional as he's "swingin' in the bathroom, swingin' on the floor, swingin' so hard forgot to lock the door." InuYasha had proclaimed that his porn star name was gonna be Ace Sulu, trained professional female lover, Ace from Ace Ventura, Sulu from his favorite Star Trek character, and trained professional from his favorite song. InuYasha was nothing if not inspired by everything around him.

"Ace, go lower and run your tongue along my wet slit, lick me and taste me, I crave you there!" She tried to move her arm to push his head lower but Miroku held her firmly, not releasing her. Miroku gathered her up, pole included, and held his arm under her breasts, allowing her to bring her leg up and over InuYasha's shoulder as he fell to his knees before her. She brought the other one up and her hot wet center was proudly on display.

InuYasha did a theatrical gasp. "Hey I know this pussy! You're the legendary Candy Glyder! Only Candy could have a pussy this perfect and pink!" Now Miroku really was struggling not to laugh. He and Rin had been spared most of the 'scripted' parts, but this was almost too fuckin' silly.

"I am the same, and this is my sidekick and lover, Turbo. We can't find the keys to these handcuffs and I need you to help me get off this pole!" Oh yeah, Miroku's name came from a Judas Priest song called Turbo Lover. Such complete silliness the whole thing was, yet somehow, Miroku rationalized all porno scripts were silly. On the up side though, Rin was totally getting into this… It was kinda.. hot.

"Don't worry, Candy, I'll save you! But first, since I'm already down here…" And with that, InuYasha caught her gaze and rewarded her enthusiasm in her lines with a greedy lick to her protruding clit. Miroku held her steady and kept her from falling as his friend continued to stir her into a steady storm of moaning pleasure. He would lick roughly and wantonly, growling with every taste he got, all the while bearing into her gorgeous eyes as she stared back at him. He slid his hands up her inner thighs, gently pulled her apart and shook his head as his nose fluttered over her bundle of nerves, running his tongue up and just inside her soaking hole.

"Uhhh! Oh Ace, eat me! Make me raw with your tongue, Ace!" And he attempted to, burying himself into her soft folds, licking and nipping, trying to drink her very essence into his soul. Her legs began to quake on his back. He smiled inside of her and then slid two fingers gently up into her, curling them over her lumpy spot inside and relishing her cries of lust as she declared, "Oh god I'm gonna cum!" Her voice reached a high pitch as she chanted this over and over, and then he eyes smashed shut, then opened wider than ever, and she was nearly screaming as he slowed his mouth at her most sensitive place.

"Ace," Miroku said as he helped Rin to steady herself on her shaky legs. "I'm sure if you can find a way to release Candy she will be more than happy to reward you for rescuing her." Eh, what the hell, give the guy his fantasy. Kikyo never would agree to this, so why not? Merry Christmas, pervert, he thought.

"Sure, let me see what I can find in my supplies." He stepped off camera, grabbed the keys that came with the handcuffs and unlocked her shackle from her wrist. It fell to the floor with a thud and Miroku spun her around and made out with her briefly, the two of them embracing each other as if they'd been separated for a long time. She turned back to her rescuer and flung herself at him, pressing his dripping sex to him.

"Ace, let me repay you for what you've done for me today, let me thank you the only way I know how…" She latched her arms around his neck and hopped up onto him, her legs spread and gripping him, his red tip almost in position to ram home. With a little help from Miroku, he slid inside her, groaning in complete bliss as she settled herself on him and then began to hump against his body.

"Hey now, when does Turbo get a turn?" Miroku inquired as he reached for one of the little bottles of lube that he'd set out, the one that warmed with friction as you used it. He thought she might like that after his intrusion to her other opening. Rin moaned as InuYasha pumped into her, reached her hand around and pulled one of her cheeks to the side.

"Turbo, take my other passage! Fuck me hard in my ass my lover!" InuYasha adjusted his grip so that her ass cheeks were in his hands, and he opened them wide to allow Miroku easier access. 'Turbo' applied some of the slippery lube to his little girl's puckered hole, smirking as she gasped as the feeling of cold then warm against her skin there, then he coated himself with the stuff, and after he capped and tossed the bottle to an off camera spot, he lined himself up and put his tip on her tight asshole.

"Candy, are you sure you want me in you? In there?"

"Uhhhnng, will you put your cock in me already!" she yelled before her lips came crashing down on InuYasha's. InuYasha slowed his strokes, waited for Miroku to jump into his pace. Miroku waited till his friend slid her all the way down onto him and then slid in as well, the two of them only separated by a thick wall of flesh, but both of them acutely aware of the shape and form of the other's organ. Rin cried out at first in pain, but then moaned as the two of them began to lift and lower her at the same time, completely filling her then completely emptying her over and over. She became a writhing and groaning mass between them, both of her lovers working diligently to make her have that money shot release on them. "Harder! Faster!" she gasped.

InuYasha took one of her peaked nipples in his mouth and sucked hard, and then it happened. Rin came so hard she gushed with her release, squirting her essence all over InuYasha and subsequently the floor below. She was crying, panting and keening all at once, so consumed by her orgasm that she wasn't even aware she'd been lifted off of InuYasha and sat on Miroku's still throbbing cock as InuYasha jerked himself to completion, covering her in a stream of his hot cum as he growled her stage name. She reached down and rubbed it into her skin as if it were lotion, then brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean. Miroku bent her over, pumped into her ass a few more times, then pulled out and spilled white ribbons over her back. Rin nearly collapsed as she continued to cry softly into the carpet.

"Come on Ace, help me get Candy back to our hideout so I can clean her up. She's been quite generous to both of us today." Miroku took her by her arms and InuYasha grabbed her by her legs and they moved her off camera, sitting her on a towel that Miroku had spread out just before they began, having a feeling it would end like this: Rin covered front and back in cum and a blubbering pile of sated flesh. InuYasha shut the cameras down one by one. When he was finished he looked at his friend.

"You have to keep her. You cannot let her go home."

"But what about Sango?"

"I don't know, man. But you cannot let her go back to Japan. We will find a way." He knelt by her. "Rin, please say you want to stay here with us."

She was still very overwhelmed by her experience, still too out of it to really respond. She only nodded as she continued to sob with her great pleasure, aftershocks occasionally griping her to the point she shuddered like she was having a seizure. Miroku was beyond exhausted. He wanted a hot shower, wanted to bathe his mistress, wanted to put them both in his bed and sleep for days with her in his arms.

InuYasha went about cleaning up Rin's release on the floor. Afterwards he found a clean dishrag in the drawer by the sink and washed himself off enough so he could put his jeans back on. When he came back he offered Rin a cold drink from the fridge, which she hungrily accepted. Her breathing was close to normal again though her face was still flushed.

"I have never, ever, ever cum so hard in my entire life. I didn't even know I could do that," she said quietly, referring to her squirting episode.

"It's been a busy day of firsts for you, little girl. It's time to wash up and come to bed with me." Miroku helped her to her feet, took her soda and handed it to InuYasha. Rin was still shaky on her feet and he didn't want her to spill anything on her way upstairs. His perverted friend and now amateur porn star sat her can of Sprite on the nightstand and helped Miroku get her in the tub as he turned the warm water on. InuYasha helped to hold her steady, then helped her out with a big fluffy towel, dried her off and slid an oversized t-shirt on her. When Miroku was clean he dried quickly then carried her to the bed, laying her in Sango's spot. She was asleep almost immediately.

Miroku turned to InuYasha. "You can sleep in her bed if you want, she won't be using it."

He nodded. "Hey, thanks for sharing. And I mean it, you have to keep her, we have to find a way for you to keep her."

Miroku chuckled, "If I keep her you'll never get to taste or touch her again."

InuYasha began to leave the room. "That's alright friend, I'll have the memory of the time I did on film for posterity. As if I could forget anyway." He said good night as he pulled the door shut behind him.

Miroku got into bed next to Rin, wrapped his arms around her from behind, sighing into her clean hair. "You are mine, little Rin Taisho. And I will never let you go back to Japan.” he whispered as sleep found him quickly. The wheel of fate spun silently as across the globe, in a swanky high rise apartment, an equally 'little' Shinju Kobayashi was in the heated and breathy caress of her first lover, an empty and emotionless businessman who had signed an agreement to send his own daughter to take this girl's place in America. Shinju gasped quietly in the night as Sesshomaru Taisho took her from behind, bit into her neck and growled, "You are mine, and I will never let you go back to the States…"